[b]Oh The Times, They Are A Changing:[/b] [i]Denduron, Minutes after Python assaults Oberon:[/i] Denduron had been a source of fighting for millennia before the Federation, and the land still bore the scars of Imperial bombs and Ignus bioweapons. Strange, eerie glows seeping from underneath cracks in the Rocky ground illuminated the murky, almost viscous atmosphere, as if you were at the bottom of an ocean. Still, it made the world ripe for inconspicuous transactions... And it was only an hour away from Helios. Phaedrus stood at the edge of the canyon, looking out into the abyss, his hands balled into fists. Moments after he heard about the attacks on Oberon, the Holo-Net was assaulted by Imperial tampering, and he had only seconds to contact the mercenaries to tell them he was there with their payment. Hopefully they had heard him... (Open to BJ [b]only[/b])