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Melkor smiles, ready to show one of his now tricks.
"Beam us up Sco... Ogbur!"
A flash engulfs both Sokeyr and Melkor as they are teleported to the bridge of the Monarch. There they see Gash the Golden sitting in the Captain's seat next to Grisha the Obvious and Golm who finally returned from their absence.
"Look its the boss, and that guy from hell!"
"Yes Golm, I can see that. Excuse me for our long absence boss. We were quite literally trapped in time."
"No matter, commander Grisha. I will read everything about that in your report. Now, to business. Gash, has the fleet moved in position?"
Gash seemed to hesitate for a moment.
"About that, I'm afraid something got broken."
"What?"
The Dark Lord seemed to be quite displeased by this news, as the room started to become darker.
"The FTL systems got sabotaged during a power struggle between Lorm and Ugshak. Ugshak lost his head after that act of sabotage, but this now means most of the fleet needs to do the jump in several parts. This would cause some delay and make them arrive later to the scene."
"Nonetheless we will still go on with the plan! My bloodcult fleet is already waiting for us. Set course to GSR borders!"
While a portal begins to open in front of the Monarch, Melkor offers his friend a seat at the window.
"You might want to fasten your seatbelts."