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*Kaiori laughs a little and straightens up, enjoying the music his heart is making.* That is easily done. *For some reason, even with his honest request she couldn’t picture him making the switch she had. Delicately placing her fingers behind her neck she stretches from leaning over him. The only males who had ever lived here in her sanctuary were usually wounded strays she picked up, or Pet. Sapph would laugh if she knew that another house would be built in this area, but if he held true about no weapons, kaiori couldn't find a reason to refuse.* You can clear cut trees, but you could probably find a clearing somewhere. *She taps her finger on her bottom lip, thinking.* I can keep all the dangers off while you are constructing and the like.

*Kaiori rolls her eyes and swiftly twists back to her wine.* Saying things like that to a married woman, have you no shame? *She clicks her tongue at him before taking another drink. She was only joking of course, a rebuttal to the blush on her cheeks. She told herself it was the wine, which she had had far too much of.* But if you are serious about this I hope whatever you build is not gaudy like that bloody citadel.

*Kaiori picks up the cell phone, twisting it before her eyes with her delicate fingers.* Hmm…Pretty! Thank you. However I’m sure by now you’ve realized that I can for the most part handle myself. *Even as she says this she is attaching the black phone to a strap on her thigh, which also holds a small blade and another phone, silver, obviously from Griffin considering all his crafts were made from the same daring silver. It seemed that Kaiori only received gifts from men other than her husband, the only token of his she wore was his ring, snugly fitted to her finger.* Again, Thank you. It seems the moment my son began to hold some small amount of power the entire world of BC seemed fit to strike him down. It seems rather funny considering he is just a business man. I have stopped fearing for myself, my only fear is for my children, and your assistance in their protection means the world. *Kaiori sets her chin on her knees. She was speaking in honesty, Griffin didn’t look it anymore but he was still very much a child. Bell acted like a child but she had much more to worry about, even more so than her brother. Kaiori was sure that if she didn’t marry Bell off soon there would be trouble.*

*Kaiori tries to picture Teg gardening and laughter bubbles out from her lips.* Sorry it’s just, in my time of knowing you I would have figured you to be one of those men who would rather die on the battle field then ever settle down. *The wine is running out so she props herself up to stand but finds her muscles have grown loose and she tumbles back onto the cushions with a moan of dizziness.*

*Kaiori wasn’t used to gentlemen; in fact it just seemed strange. It was warm in the room and she felt hazy. She tips forwards and links her fingers behind Teg’s neck. She leans in and whispers into his ear.* Honestly Teg, loosen up will you. *She drags her lips from his ear to his lips and plants him with a firm kiss with the tang of alcohol.*

Slipping his arms around Kaiori's frame, one around her back and one beneath her legs, he hoisted her up into a cradling carry. Lips pressed against hers his body held ridged despite her command to relax, after all he was an Admiral of an interstellar fleet bent on the total annihilation of a single entity...there was a lot to be stressed out about. Aligning himself with her bed room door Tegral proceeded towards it, in Kaiori's drunken state he wasn't quite sure he could resist the urge to hop on in the sack with her, but he needed her in bed where she could rest. The attack on the shuttle was already reported, but the insect who was trying to bite the Admiral's foot was about to get squashed. Entering Kaiori's bed chambers Tegral gently placed Kaiori's luscious form atop her lavish bedding, all the while keeping his lips pressed to hers, kissing gently, testing not only the taste of her kisses but the distance he was permitted to go with his tongue. Sitting on the edge of the bed, kissing Kaiori's lips - which tasted strongly of wine - Tegral came to the conclusion: She was drunk off her rocker.

Meanwhile, outside.

Bolts of lightning crackled in the skies, lanced down towards the Admiral's personal yacht and slammed into the shimmering field surrounding the ship. Being a shuttle to transport high ranking officers of the Fleet this particular shuttle was equip with more advanced systems than it's lesser combat shuttle counter parts. Off shoots of electrical energy spewed off in all directions, arcing up momentarily before hurling itself against the ground to rend the forest floor - outside the Silent Forest - in an electrical storm of fire, earth, and lightning.

Utilizing sophisticated cloaking technology the K-72 units designated to accompany the Admiral on this 'Peace Negotiation' had gone unnoticed by the singular attacker, that is until they returned fire. Crystallized energy, created as a by-product of a mass fabricator, created a perfect projectile munition. More energy per unit of space versus black powder, more destructive energy on impact versus explosive charged ballistics, the whole thing was just above the pay grade of most standardized weapons. According to Rookin, prior the Admiral's entrance of the Silent Forest, the only forces in the area were this team of elite, tactical, soldiers. That was true, for the immediate part. At that area the K-72 units were the only ones at the scene the moment of the attack, but the Second Commander was too paranoid of the Admiral's safety to leave it at that. A dozen Growlers lay powered down a short distance away, several minute walk through the dense over growth of the forest, with twice the number in veteran T-2 borgs buried in shallow holes and covered with a light cover of dirt, twigs, and leave, which sat up like zombies with their arms stretched out in front of them - microbots scurrying along their moving parts with small air cannons, blasting earth from the bends and folds of moving metal.

Anyways, back to the shuttle and the K-72's!

Beams of purplish energy seemed to lash out from the thin of air, a light spark where the beam originated from, but gone so fast it might have just been a trick of the eye or a strobe light gone berserk. First squad was engaging the enemy, second, third, and fourth were moving around to support. As if an unseen enemy that possessed advanced, other worldly, weaponry wasn't enough the shuttle, it seemed, had some teeth as well. There was a dull whine as servos turned one of the ship's 50MM auto cannons - a near useless weapon as far as ship to ship combat goes, but against a person they wouldn't leave enough for a starving crow to eat.

Bad idea, buddy.

At the exact moment of impact from the first attack, the man would seemingly sink into the ground and disappear, leaving nothing but a shadow, which wasn't present before. This shadow dashed into the forest at unbelievable speeds. It wouldn't stop until it got far enough into the forest to meet with... what? The same man who had attacked the ship was already in the forest, walking calmly through, dead silent. He was giving off as few signs of his presence as possible, and wasn't so much as breathing. It seems the machines outside had been, for lack of a better word, Punk'd. The man outside was never real, and had simply been a distraction.

He gave a smirk as his shadow re-joined him. His distraction had worked....at least long enough to grant him admission. The man himself was not interested in destroying machines. It was nowhere near as satisfying as tearing real flesh. Using his heightened senses, he was walking towards the two signs of life that lay inside. He wanted nothing more than to end a life at the moment.