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Cragin would be aboard the command ship, a large and crudely constructed ship it had been hastily made along with the rest of the fleet. The fleet would overlook the planet and it would seem that the defenses there were being made to act. The planet stirring to life on the screen before him with activity. "Alright then Qrenshan, make sure Brak's ship has made the move around, I want the attacks to be unanimous, as soon as I'm gone you're to make clear of that. Then assert the attack immediately. They'll likely have a range of power levels, some greater or lower than our's. Keep the units together, Ki is unavailable." Cragin would stop a moment to look at the planet. "Hand me a sword." A moment would pass before a man would come forth with a large broad sword and he would take it with a nod of appreciation, attaching it to his belt.

"Be careful, Qrenshan." Cragin's eyes would lower to the stub of the man's left arm then. He would nod as if realizing something long and tragic, realizing the morale to a story. Then a smile would crack at the edges of his mouth and his eyes would raise back to the man's. He would turn looking to a monitor in the corner. His eyes adjusted to the darkness would make out the faintest glow in the face of the monitor. He would raise his hand to his forehead.

"You too, Cragin." The voice would be reluctant behind him, unsure of allowing him to hop into a world alone a midst a group of enemies in a setting where power levels didn't mean nearly as much. With that the Saiyan would be gone, he would appear on Rojia. Pacing the wasteland of the planet for minutes before raising his hand once more.

He would appear in a room of bright lights, the sudden fluorescence. He would hear scurrying behind him and turn to the sight of Saiyans in coats scuttling about the room, eyes widen in shock, he would slickly pull his sword from the sheathe at his belt. The blade made of a strange white metal, the hilt a fine dark grey. He would extend it in his right arm pointing at them first and then the door. A savage smile settled on his face. They would leave as if understanding in a nervous mess of movement. Suddenly the building would shake and he could hear the distant crumbling of stone. He would survey the room catching the floating movement of Rubis in the tank. He would walk over, reaching up over, he would grab the man by the back of the neck and pull him until he was hoisting the man up and over flinging him onto the floor with his free hand.