Nurull: “Are you sure about your plan Mori?” Silas: “Oh hush Nurull, who are you to question your superior officer?” Nurull: “This has been the thousandth or so time you’ve tried this, it isn’t going to end well.” Silas: “Is that betrayal I smell?” Nurull: “No sir, your senses betray you.” Silas: “Very well then, let us continue the operation.” Silas departs from his compatriot, satisfied. Nurull rushes over to a terminal and starts to fiddle with it. [u][i]Days Later….[/u][/i] [b]A string of coordinates broadcasts throughout all channels. Where it leads is unknown[/b] [spoiler] | The RP | Goal: Respond to the coordinates | Goal Location: Unknown | Your Location: Wherever the heck you currently are | Gear: Whatever you currently have on you | Length: Long | [/spoiler]