It's Time For The Opening Act!!

[Khlas, the Brave]

Khlas sniffs the air, oh yes he could sense it. He had a rather good knack for smelling the backwater filth of glorious cities. A single drop of that substance could be even smelled by a Human, but a Fallen? Khlas easily remembered the scent, burning his nostrils like a skunk if he wasn't introduced to Ether. The substance always gave a pleasant taste to his lips, lining his nostrils so that no foul scent would be to foul to bare. Khlas said, "Stink, I go where the stink is. Waste, scrap, Ether. Or to you... Food. Will learn of the world in time, always time." Khlas sighed before rubbing the Servitor gently almost like a animal would be petted. The orb reared back for a second before exploding like a puffer fish, unleashing large and tiny spines able to be held onto. Khlas gave off a clicking purring sound of satisfaction at this development, before focusing all four of his eyes on Lubbock.

The alien simply snickered at what Lubbock said. He knew his pain? Khlas spoke, "Undead Soldiers, limitless in number. Kill them dead, but they live. Tiny light glows, holds light. Formed from Great Machine in it's death. We can fix, we can revive Great Machine, but they? They are you, her. Both same now, attack attack attack. No breath, no relent, no life. Only shadow, all are Undead Soldiers under Great Machine. Awoken, Humans, Exos. Kill by the thousands with hands, then fires their guns. You are friend to Khlas, no anger between. Undead Soldiers in your tongue? Guardian, Hero, Savior, Hope of Light." Khlas attached himself to the orb, moving with all his arms and legs in sync like a spider.

Khlas stood up from his sideways perch to get close to Lubbock, mere inches away from his face. The smell of Ether was sweet yet hollow like the last drips of a good hot chocolate before realizing it was gone. Khlas spoke softly, yet his words seemed to fly forward, "The Cabal, machines of living war, living industrialization. Reinforcements, endless hordes. The Hive, ancient monsters from beyond stars. Gods, dimensions and law they have. They own much, take much, leave little. Vex, Machines of Hate, controls time and space. None they do not see, none they deny. All are their game, simulated and asleep. Awoken, Humans transformed, whisper to stars, to Jovian. They hear, they always hear the song of the Dark. Guardians, Humans transformed, get blessing of the Great Machine. Were were once Guardians, fearless, full of light! Crowned and strode streets by love and light. Fallen, no strength, no god, no blessing, no light, no song, no war, no reinforcements. None here but I, lets me carve House. Make Fallen strong, make Eliksni again. You fight in filth, Khlas smells it on you. Rot of fruit and rope and oil. I want to make place of life, but you? Carves place of life tell bones of filth show. Takes the rotting light out, makes flesh rebel to live. Always a wound with you Undead Soldiers. Always"

Khlas started to ride away, floating a few inches above the white ground. He headed towards the general direction of Corusant. He was heading towards Tier 7, though would only know that when he got there. He still could be stopped mid way, but he in silence otherwise.