[center][h2] Millu'ci'vanda [/h2][/center]

We follow Jerus silently. In our mind, we can see the fingerlings have taken positions across the base. Right now, they are observing the inner workings of the place. HOWEVER, should Jerus decide to go back on his word, the fingerlings will signal the hive to swarm.

[center][h2] Koraline Okarr [/h2][/center]

Laughs out loud, slapping one of the smugglers on the back. "Then he said to me, 'That's not a Weequay! That's my wife!" We all laugh, though I seem to have found my story a lot more funny then the rest of them. But as Jerus walks back, and I notice someone following him, all the humor drains from me. I blink a few times to make sure I'm not seeing things. Slowly, I push away from the crowd of smugglers and take a few steps in Jerus' direction. My eyes dart between him and Luci. "What... what is this?"

[center][h2] Millu'ci'vanda [/h2][/center]

"Hello, Koraline Okarr."

[center][h2] Koraline Okarr [/h2][/center]

"Hello? Hello, what? That's it? Whats..." Looks at Jerus. "What the hell is this, Jerus? Is this a joke?"