Muz snarled at the approaching ship, palms filling with sabers as he watched the vong ship grow closer.

The screen behind him flickered, relay satellites bouncing the messages from the various clan ships to the Vae Victus' comm centre. The technician looked up, his eyes glazing over. It was no surprise that the clans would turn on each other, even this early in the war.

The Technician turned, ready to tell the Shadow Hand the news, but the sight beyond the transparisteel chilled his heart.

Perhaps now wasn't the time to tell him.

OOC:_ In the recent phase of wargame events, none of the clans are aligned any longer. As such, clans are free to fight whomever they please._