[quote][b]As other Houses clash on the other through direct battles and loses subjects as if they were mere pawns in a game of chess, I deploy them in a more... practical, method.[/b] -Lorentis, Kell of the House of Pride[/quote] ''I am demoting you to dreg!'' yelled the Devil Captain as he severed the lower arms of a Vandal. This unfortunate lad we called Skilas had met with a terrible fate for his crime; stealing multiple crates of salvaged goods for himself. Only the thing was Skilas did not steal those. He was falsely accused for something he was not guilty. Wrong place wrong time, he believed. After the shameful and excruciating ceremony, Skilas was dragged to his quarters by 2 other Vandals. ''And consider yourself lucky I did not kill you!'' told him the Captain. Back into his quarters in this Devil Camp outside the Cosmodrome, Skilas was sitting on a chair, confused. He tried to think who could it have been, who stole the supplies and had him framed. As he was reaching to get his Shock Pistol for a clean-up, he noticed through the window that the Captain that punsihed him during the ceremony was heading out of the camp. Normally he wouldn't have bothered about it, but what caught his attention was the fact that he had the supllies he was accused to have stolen. Skilas grabbed an old camera he savlvaged one day, his pistol & knife and quietly followed him. He was not going to let him get away with it. He followed him for hours in this cold night of Russia. He eventually stopped near a cavern down in a ravine. Once there, an Awoken wearing a black cloak greeted them. Skilas recorded with his camera as the Captain gave the supply crate to the Awoken and kneeled to him. ''You have done well, Fransys.'' said the Awoken. ''I have done as you asked, my Lord'', said the Fallen. ''I have killed and usurped the identity of a Devil Captain, stole their supplies and framed a Vandal for it, demoting him to Dreg.'' The Kell grinned and told him ''With a bit of luck, he will grow hatred for the Devils and join us.'' ''Exactly my thoughts, your Majesty.'' replied Fransys. Skilas was angered. He wanted to go and kill these 2, but he knew far too well this was suicide. Skilas rushed back to the camp to warn everyone about it. He was not going to miss the opportunity to have this traitor killed and take his rank. Back into the camp the next morning, Skilas showed the recording to everyone. Seeing this, the other 2 Vandals, 3 Dregs and 2 Servitors waited for their ''Captain'' to arrive. As he did, they all drew their weapons at him. Fransys laughed and clapped at the situation. ''Well done, Skilas, well done. You found the truth about me. In truth I am Fransys, Proud Baron. You should have come forth and joined us instead of warning them about it. But oh well, I understand your anger.'' As he finished his sentence, Fransys drew his swords and rushed to kill the 2 Vandals. In a twist of events, one of their Servitor shot the other one and destroyed it, leading Skilas and the 3 other Dregs to be confused. The Servitor then shot one of them as Fransys decapitated 2 others, leaving Skilas alone. Outmatched, the Dreg dropped both of his weapons and surrendered. Fransys grinned and told him ''Well now, do you see the superiority of the House of Pride? Do you know why we are so strong? Because we leave war to our Kell and other Guardians. We Fallen are tasked with infiltration, not suicide. We raid ships when we know we can. We slip through the enemy ranks or cloak ourselves in their shadows and give intel to our House about their activities. And for that, we will never fall!'' Fransys then destroyed the recording, killed Skilas and pillaged the Camp before leaving with the Servitor.