SRR Ra`KalenChapter One Hundred-Fifty-Seven:
Running into the Arms of Destiny
[SNR-Ts`irk: Shuttle Bay]

Kunto was not in the mood to deal with Kuro`s egotistical and hormonal balances. tr`Kunto was also not stupid enough to start a fight with the Arrain. Though they are certainly evenly matched in fighting skill and weapons training, now was hardly the time to be infighting- something he wishes the Arrain had understood. Regardless of their differences, both Arrains had missions on hand, and were too busy to fight.

Commands rush in, as if the engine's racket hadn't told him what was going on, and Kunto`s pilot prepares the shuttle to launch. The shuttle itself starts to hum - the small engineering console indicating the temporary temporal accelerator was active and in sync with the ship's. The bay doors open before the shuttle and out they glide... and stare stunned as tr`Kuro's shuttle flashes and blurs off into temporal normality. Nothing can be done- the crew travels onto their target - slowly returning to the present as well ((in a far more comfortable fashion)).

[Lowlands: North continent]

Fighting is intense- another wave of imperial troops is cut to ribbons charging over the doons. Kunto's men sit dug into their only protect - a few meters of packed dirt and tall grass. Another shuttle explodes over head and, for a moment, the face of an imperial Dais`Erien is bathed in the blue light of his firing disruptor. On opposite sides of the war- and both on the receiving end of colonial weapons fire- Kunto and his men had become trench mates with a detachment of Galae troops. As their shuttle sat smoldering from AA fire to its hull, there was no longer an option for withdraw. The com nets were alight with deployment orders, situation's reports, and news of an unknown force, wearing some sort of powered suits, that had dropped onto a part of the wall an was reeking some serious damage.

The imperial team leader gave him a short salute and jumped up and over the trench. Nodding to himself, Kunto jumps up and after the brave adversary. Doons bathed in blue, some 40 men run into the arms of destiny....

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