[b][u]Atop the Mines[/u][/b]
      Karras suddenly felt himself being lifted up with her and it was much easier on him then when those one people did it. His stomach didn't churn at all. Once they set down and she sealed the hole she told him about the gun runner. He had a little bit of mixed feelings about it. He sighed and sat himself down as he waited for the clean up crew to come and retrieve them. He did not know how to feel about the gun runners. His people always barked at him to revolt against the GTC. His fears were the same as hers though. Where these guns they received to be turned on him or the GTC. He would have to find out. If it was for them to fight the GTC then he might have already found the ones he could trust. Right now he was conflicted on who he could actually. The elders seemed trustworthy but even they could easily be the snake. 

     He felt this whole thing was just one big shit storm waiting to happen. He also had the feeling it would all happen soon as well. He would not mention the cave in and make sure the Brax'Na who came to help at the cave didn't tell anyone either. Then again one of them could easily be the GTC spy. He did not want his people to know right away. If the GTC found out that the mine was destroyed they would be here in not time to take their mine from them. New holes could always be drilled into the mine. He looked up towards the sky, his mind full of thought. 

[b][u]Xoria[/u][/b]

      It was just another normal day on the planet as Bradley rode up the elevator to take his shift. He flipped on his comm. "Make sure the basics in the tower, have a good cup of coffee ready for me when I arrive commander." He said. He quickly got a reply from Rhonen.
"Yes sir." He shifted in standing spot and quickly rose a gloved hand underneath his eye patch and rubbed it. He has had it for fifteen years now it still itches from time to time. Oh well it's a small price to pay for the job he had done. Many men lost their lives on that terrorist attack, a eye was a small price compared to what others had lost. The sliding door opened and he stepped off. The sheath of his sword in his right hand. He made a right turn and into the mor. Sitting in his spot where the two love birds, Heru and Amerith. 

 "You two are here by relieved, go to the commissary and get something to eat and rest for awhile...." He said and they nodded rising up. "So was it eventful or did you not have that many catches to do today?" He asked. They shrugged at him.

"Nothing out of the norm, sir. Everything is going good as usual. No terrorist attacks either." They responded and he nodded as a basic came up to him with a cup of coffee and he took it from the man and nodded. He brought it up to his lips, the rim of the mug tickling his mustache as he sipped. Once the two backups left the mor he took his seat at the helm. He placed his sword so it would rest on his seat as he looked up at the screen. He then glanced over at one of the windows. It was a beautiful day today and he could see Mt. Hera was smoking as usual. It was white smoke though so it wasn't about to erupt anytime soon. They used a lot of the magma that mountain produced for their furnaces among other things. He then leaned back to relax a little and gestured to another basic to hand him his datapad. He then began to look it over and read the manifests and smiled. "Looks like I can go back to drinking my ginseng tea again, I like this coffee but the tea is much better for me." He said drawing smiles from people around the room. 

        He looked up at Rhonin and then to Priscilla. "Well, how was your day? You two take a break yet?" He asked and Priscilla shook her head. He then nodded and understood. They where two hard working people in his tower. He looked to a basic,... "Go with someone and get several boxes of pizza,..." He then glanced back to his to security personel. "One of you can go rest in the back on one of the spare beds until he returns." He said. Rhonin nodded and looked to Priscilla and she gestured with her head for him to go ahead and rest first. He nodded and rose up.
    Rhonin proceeded to the back picking one of the soft cots to sleep in. Just as he was about to he heard the alarm ring and he was about to get up but Priscilla went to go answer it for him. 
"Fire on bay 13, sending a fire team to go put it out and security to go investigate it." She spoke and Bradley brought it up on the main screen watching it. One of the containers had erupted and his remaining eye sneered at it. He then removed his eyepatch and let his cyberoptic eye scan what his other eye could not see. "If the security find anything out of place,... anything. Have them send me the details right away." He was too suspicious of any such acts. He grumbled slightly and took another sip of his coffee. 

      Yes, it was a completely normal day today, stuff liked this happened from time to time. It could easily be a normal fire ,but it could easily be foreplay as well. He often wondered what these Terrorists where trying to pull when they attacked like this. They did it to anger GTC, but lucky for them it never went to GTC. He kept here in the tower and dealt with it on his own. He did not think it would be necessary for them to get involved. GTC liked to step all over people including himself when they did. He had mixed feelings about them and understood why the terrorists did what they did. The planet never asked for a tower to be placed but it was. Then again he doubted that was the reason. The GTC often took children from their parents who where promising and it left some bitter feelings in the people. To have you children torn from your arms just because you kid had potential to be a talent. Half of them didn't make T2 and it was rare that one would even make it as a T1. He did not see many of them with that ability. Even his own T2's were skilled in their own way ,but none of them would cut it for a T1 position.

       He understood their anger to a degree ,but it was not a anger big enough for extremists to commit the crimes they did. They could voice their problems in other ways but setting fire to supplies was not one. He looked to the manifest to see what was in the box and looked to one of the basics. "Deduct the contents of that container from the supplies that reach the people of the city if it is found that the fire was the result of terrorism." He said and the basic nodded. For each supply container destroyed he felt it necessary to take what it equalled from the people. It was a lesson to them.