The Warrior before him seemed to be seven feet tall. The man moved forward towards the exhausted troopers as though he was on a moving walkway. Two great Power weapons thrummed with energy and their blades glowed in the darkness. McPhail stared behind the Warrior, beyond the doorway, at the crumpled bodies of a dozen Pteravores. The Warrior was closer now and McPhail could see the great black Totem festooned with tiny charms and medals, which the man carried on his back. In the dim light McPhail could just discern the characteristic scars and Tatoos on the man's bald head. McPhail knew that before him stood a Tribune, one of the revered cadre of fighters, most exhaulted in the Nexus. The Tribune tossed a dark pod to the ground. It rolled across the floor, before coming to a sickly halt. Th