Caiera did not wait for the strange alien men to finish their banter, she did not bother to try and understand it. A ship would be good in the assault but she had long learnt to not put any coin in hope. It was a dead thing on this planet. A large rock flew to crush one flank and lightning ran through more, and she drove down the center with her blades. She was the Old Strong and that put a lot of power behind her swing, even the guards dreaded standing against her. A glance caught her sight, the shape of familiar armor out of the corner of her eye and her adrenaline spiked. She banked and sprinted for the red armor that suddenly disgusted her now. She would avenge what he had done in the false pretense of being this planet's savior.