As the friction began to heat up and burn away Mu’s gloves, he quickly let go of the rope and held on to a support that held up the elevator shaft before swinging down to a nearby crate. “Silvers be advised, we have encountered Ashford loyalists. They’re armed with Vorlents, watch yourselves.” Mu quickly hoped down to cover behind a console in an attempt to break line of sight. But it mattered little as the roof slowly began to open, the Vorlents slowly making their exit. And right behind them, something Mu was fearing they might encounter. A Raftclans, a special custom one at that. The Klawkara model to be specific, covered in a grey paint job it quickly followed its lackeys out of the mansion’s secret warehouse.
But that posed a question, why exactly did they leave so quickly? Mu took a peek at the console he was next to, and it seemed that the computer was restored to its base settings, meaning only one thing. “They’ve wiped some of the data, I’m not sure how much is gone but we won’t get much if we don’t go after them!” Mu began to sprint towards the opening as his own Raftclans came through the roof, bending down to a kneeling position before accepting the knight into its cockpit. “Shane, with me.”
The Raftclans quickly blasted off in search of its traitorous prey, the enemies of the empress will not escape his wrath.
But that posed a question, why exactly did they leave so quickly? Mu took a peek at the console he was next to, and it seemed that the computer was restored to its base settings, meaning only one thing. “They’ve wiped some of the data, I’m not sure how much is gone but we won’t get much if we don’t go after them!” Mu began to sprint towards the opening as his own Raftclans came through the roof, bending down to a kneeling position before accepting the knight into its cockpit. “Shane, with me.”
The Raftclans quickly blasted off in search of its traitorous prey, the enemies of the empress will not escape his wrath.