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The communications room in Fort Veritas was busy, as always. Technicians and Captain stormed about the room, collecting various scraps of data concerning the countless threats that Terra faced on a daily basis, discussing the best course of action against them. Captain Ashton MacDuff was currently seated with the Wing City comm force, analyzing the recent emergence of a vampire lord in the midst of the metropolis. Enforcers had been scrambled and the blood wave halted with the Svalinn, but there was still much work to do.

"I want five Paladins in that airspace in the next two minutes," MacDuff barked, "get me a detailed scouter run on that mist, I want to know EXACTLY what it is. Have two Tetris on standby near the GC, and for God's sake, SOMEBODY find me a Hunter consultant."

A comm technician suddenly yanked off his headset, turning around in his seat to face Ashton. "Captain MacDuff!" he called out, "we just got a 9.3 reading from Hafirjan!"

MacDuff frowned. He trounced towards the young man. "Where? Cape Town? Cairo?"

"The Veshrac, sir," the technician pointed to the energy readings on his screen, "we're calculating enormous heat exertions."

"Class origin?"

"Petroleum napalm, sir." The technician gulped. "...and plasmic ozone."

MacDuff went dead quiet, as did several other technicians nearby. One of the Captain's advisers quickly walked over to him.

"It could be Hataf," she argued, "they used disruptors on their last attack against the Center. We know they have heavy roots in Hafirjan."

"Could be, could be," MacDuff nodded, stroking his beard. He was quiet for a few moments before snapping his fingers back at another technician. "Patch me into Nascent Echo-" He grunted, "...goddammit, patch me into Echo AND Chariot of Fire. Hail Commanders Tsoukalos and Magus. Highest urgency."

MacDuff returned to his command chair, awaiting the Aschen response.