_______________________________________________________________ Though the sky is now clear, there's still the cloying humidity and the smell of rain in the air when the sleek shape of a Lambda shuttle glides in and pulls up its wings as it lands in rocky clearing. The sound isn't anything that the creatures in this area of the world have heard in long centuries, and a great flock of flying ... things ... rise up and fly around, disturbed by the noise before wheeling around and landing back in the jungle canopy. "Peace is a lie..." "Through power, I have victory." Click.