Nerva looks at his watch. Some sort of message must have been transmitted to him. Oh... come on. Not again... He finishes his drink and takes the media device out of his pocket. " Damn Cultist again... this one was really close to here."
"I'm sure this info is more accurate than what we would ever see on any public broadcast." He unfolds it and this time, instead of pictures, an interactive hologram is projected above the device. Close... to damn close to 49.
"This was quadrant B4 in Dublin a few hours ago." Five capital ships, they appeared to be modified Bustards, were being engaged by everyone present in Dublin. Prates, police, military, freelancers, everyone was fighting to fend off the Cultist invasion. While pouring another glass of Cider he asks the other two: " So, what do you know about Cultists?"
