"The first step to crushing your enemies is simple: Find them."
- The Warlord Serrato, the Twelfth So Honored

CRIMSON DEEP SECTOR
HELIA-36, FURNACE WORLD EXTRACTION ORBITAL
BANNERSWORN GARRISON, SPIRE 8

The sound of metal grinding against stone echoes through the empty barracks and covers the already habitually-silent tread of the visitor. With data-pad in hand he approaches the sole occupant of the barracks, a veritable slab of muscle that out-massed his guest even in fatigues. A metric pushed further along by his arms being heavy-duty augments. But not for Serrato bannersworn were the crude substitutes of a smelter worker, little different from a pipe with spindly digits on the end to drag out a person's utility. Instead they were earnest works of art, the plated exterior embellished in runes and symbols that marked him out as belonging to the Yhen family. And the fully articulated fingers continued working the black axe in their grasp against a mechanized grindstone as Tybalt-Yhen of Household Serrato addressed his second.

Tybalt: I hope you have a good reason to be disturbing me.

Paxel: Like you're doing anything, trying to sharpen black iron. Anyway, aren't you the one that wanted word on any leads on those pirates of yours?

That got him to stop his habitual sharpening