The ship belonging to TS1 flies through space, V'Mar at the helm.
"Brother," she says, "should we have let the Tamaranians go like that?"
"We would only have been in a worst state of health if we hadn't," Y'Tar speaks from within his repaired helmet. "And Val-Yor and his men were still there, ready to pounce on us all once we were too weak to fight."
V'Bar grimaces at the mention of Val-Yor.
"Some hero he is," she growls. "What arrogance he has, trying to violate us in the middle of a battle! We should crush him!"
"What do you mean we?" Y'Tar asks, turning to look at V'Bar.
"I-I meant to say..." V'Bar stutters.
"I am the one who would end up fighting him," he says, "I am the one with the power and title of 'Transgression'!"
"I know, Brother," V'Bar says, sitting up, yet cowering behind her hands. "I meant no offense!"
Y'Tar calms, as far as his sisters can see with his helmet on, and sits down in a chair.
"Before we even consider confronting Val-Yor," he says, "we need to refill our ranks. V'Mar, take this ship to Modos. Perhaps we shall find powerful fighters there."
V'Mar complies, and the ship fires off towards the chosen planet.
Traveling at full speed, the ship zips by planets and stars.
"V'Mar, watch out!!" V'Bar shouts.
A metallic green ship is flying in a path perpendicular to their ship!
V'Mar puts on the emergency aft-rockets, and TS1's ship narrowly avoids the other.
The other ship comes on the hailing frequency, a video screen displaying the face of the pilot. It is a green, greasy looking male. Y'Tar remembers him from the Competitus Tournaments.
"YOU?!" Y'Tar shouts.
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