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	Klonos nods. "..I sense..something of great power..orderly....but..not whole....What a being of power, if that..was but a shard..." Klonos speaks, softly, as if scared, terrified of a being of such strength. She holds onto the two, shivering, the warmth fading to what feels like an empty chill, like if a fire had flickered out, and a cold breeze had entered in its wake.

	The ships begin to move toward this desert, but their shielding remained active. They were wary, their abuse at the hands of the Dominion making them skeptics of world governments. Slowly, they touched down, and the clones sent a boarding party, men in military gear, similar in look to Roman Legionaries, with a Sci-fi twist. At their waists, a plethora of different gadgets, ranging from energy shield generators, to non-lethal side arms, to grenades with exceptional explosive power. Among them, however, was a singular fellow not clad in military gear, looking more like a business man, suit straight, tie perfectly in place, shoes shined. If in another setting, one may confuse him for someone seeking to get to a business meeting on the good side of town. The communication team on the ships send confirmation that they've landed in the area specified by the transmission from the person claiming to be from NASA. It was a tense moment, to be sure, as the clones almost expected an attack.

	The two Crispys that were in the coat look at Stephen. "Oi, ya git, stop that you'll give us away!" One of them yells, rather loudly, only to lurch over. "You just gave us away, dumbass!" The one below says, before the one on top notices everyone in the hall were staring at them. "...SCATTER!" The top one yells, and the two begin to run around, as Clone Doctors try to catch them to contain the carnage.