[center][b]THE GLADIUS DEI SENECHAL GENERAL [/b][/center]

Gladius Dei Senechal Dou’far Klaast snarled as he read the report about the engagement happening at Darashal. “How unfortunate that the Talisans have interfered with our plans, I had not wanted to engage them in open conflict yet.” 

Turning he faced his aide, a cleric with two sunburst pips on his shoulders, Garal Vash, a skilled and competent knight, “Have the 45th Home Legion Fleet prepare for action. I want them ready to sail in the next 150 hours, full war complement.”

“Yes Senechal. May I inquire as to where they will be sailing?”

“That depends on what happens at Darashal, if the Talisans find the Tetrahedron of Transport, the fleet may have to sail for the Talisan home worlds to recover it and then glass them. Praise the Eternal Light.”

Garal Vash nodded, spinning on his heels he made his way quickly down to the command deck, his face grim as he relayed the commands to the Lord Bishop in command of the fleet. Finishing relaying the orders, he cast a glance at the towering figure on the raised dais, a quick check told him he was alone at the communication console, in one smooth move he toggled another switch and in hushed tones passed another set of orders before hastily closing the channel.

Nodding to the communication soldiers, Garal Vash straightened his cassock before heading back to stand next to the Gladius Dei Senechal as he watched the battle play out, a sly smile gracing his lips.