Lifting up the see-through visor of his riot helmet, Anderson Haas took a sip of recaf from within a metal surfaced thermos. It was morning now, 0930 by military time and he had no idea why the hell almost every officer in the Jasserus Auxiliary Security Force had been put on the streets and ordered to be on high alert, some of them such as himself were supposed to be off-duty right now. What was also somewhat puzzling was that they had been ordered to bring out some the heavier equipment such as carapace armour, military grade weapons like automatics, lasers, pulse guns, combat shotguns, grenade launchers and even some of the even more heavy-duty things like armoured combat drones which traveled on treads and were equipped with twin autoguns.

Along with a dozen and a half other officers, he was also wearing Carapace Riot Armour which was composed of a helmet with a hardened plastic visor and a light breastplate with pauldrons that in full regalia, protected the body from shoulders to stomach which was worn over their light brown-yellow uniforms. Most of them were armed with a mixture of auto and las weapons while armoured police cruisers had been parked with the broadsides facing the street in their direction and into the Dis District. They had also set up portable metal barricades and tire shredders to help deter any ground vehicles.

Were they expecting to be attacked by orks he wondered? Impossible, for the Fire Caste was supposed to have the situation under control over in the mountains. As the hot, dark liquid which was a mixture of regular coffee and chemical stimulants went down his throat, he soon began to feel more awake and alert but would rather have been home sleeping. Drinking down more of the recaf, he heard the vox-unit of his police cruiser crackle to life as the operator in the station began to speak.

'All units, all units' said a female voice 'we have confirmed reports of gunfire from officers the Dis District, the use of lethal force has been authorized.'

'Think its gangers?' asked his partner, a man named McMurphy who was also equipped with a military grade laser rifle.

'Hell if I know' replied Anderson as he took another drink and handed it to McMurphy before one of the hovering drones which normally were equipped with electro-darts was now armed with twin-linked submachine guns, swiveled to face the side of the road leading to the Dis District and several of the other drones did the same. The ASF officers quickly flicked the safeties off of their guns as they heard the sounds of gunshots (which was extremely common in that lawless district) draw closer.

They soon caught sight of a stampede of civilians running towards them with more than a few turning back to fire shots at something.

'Please disperse in an orderly manner' boomed the loud mechanical voice of one drone which was fitted with a laud hailer 'security personnel have been ordered to use lethal force, please disperse in-'

The drone suddenly exploded as a hail of laser fire struck into its chassis and bit of the machine rained down upon the crowd.

'Switch to non-lethal shots and open fire!' shouted Sergeant Marks and the ASF officers quickly ejected the clips of their slug throwers or set the power of their laser guns to low. The Drones as well switched ammo and after a few seconds, the first volley of rubber bullets and low-powered laser bolts flew into the advancing crowd. Men, women and even kids fell screaming to the barrage of non-lethal projectiles as the officers armed with grenade launchers fired tear gas to disperse them.

Just what the hell was going on!? Thought Anderson as he shot a man in chest with a laser bolt that knocked him over his feet but was soon trampled by those behind him. Bullets then began to fly towards and Anderson heard the sound of slug rounds smashing into the side cars of the cruisers or the shattering of glass. With discipline and skill, they maintained a steady volley of fire which was greatly supported by the drones before eventually, the entire crowd had been cut down.

'We need several ambulances on our position now!' shouted the Sergeant into this vox-unit 'we have multiple injured civilians, I repeat, multiple injured civilians!'

'Ethereals…' swore McMurphy as the ASF officers remained on guard but they could clearly see all the people who had been injured as they moaned, groaned and cried in pain before loud blood curdling screams began to fill the air.

'What the hell' muttered Anderson as he saw several figures emerge from the clouds of tear gas. Red armoured, gas masked riflemen stepped out from the clouds with guns raised towards the officers and the next thing he knew, and they opened fire. Three officers immediately went down as the barrage of bullets and lasers ripped into them while a number of drones were destroyed as well while the remaining members of the ASF quickly brought their heads down.

'Use lethal force!' ordered the Sergeant and the other officers quickly obeyed as they began to replace the magazines or alter the power settings of their lasguns. As Anderson set his weapon to kill, he heard a loud, bleating sound like that of an animal which was followed by a loud, monstrous roar. Quickly glancing back to see what the hell that was, his eyes widened in abject terror.

Standing even taller than a Crisis Battle suite, he saw a massive, monstrous thing that looked almost like a creature from ancient Terran myths, a hybrid between man and bull, a Minotaur. The monstrous bull-headed creature wore thick armoured plates and its arms ended in two massive chain weapons that furiously roared in motion. Several smaller and more man-sized horned creatures which had the looks of men with the heads of goats and other animal-like features brayed and shouted as they charged towards them, each of the foul things which had metallic muzzles placed over their snouts brandished crude blades and firearms.

The charge of the Minotaurs alone was enough to shatter the defensive barricades which the ASF officers had set up and the sheer numbers which the Children of Chaos had brought upon them along with the support of the Chaos Guardsmen made the brief battle nothing more than wholesale slaughter. The ASF Officer Anderson Haas had been able to gun down a few of the mutants before he was torn apart by their blades and his fleshed was consumed as the creatures began to gorge themselves upon the officers and the civilians they had shot.

Soon afterwards, more and more of the mutated creatures passed by the ruined barricade, each one salivated at the thought of an entire city's worth of human flesh just waiting for them…


Gently using a spindly paddle-like utensil to scoop up a small measure of steaming blue grain from a ceramic bowl, Ellarian curiously looked to the alien food which his companion had provided for him. After finally being able to catch some sleep, he had awakened to find Sheia operating some primitive human cooking machines, one of which was composed of a metal bowl placed in some sort of steam generating device. It had surprised the Ranger on how silently the Tau female could move, both within and without the heavy looking combat suite which the aliens employed.

He had not felt the dread presence of the Great Enemy anymore and the Ranger wondered with some worry if some dark ritual of obfuscation was performed. It was possible that perhaps he simply felt a disturbance in the Warp as a cult was enacted an unholy rite that could range from a minor summoning to a communion with Daemons. There were many other possibilities as well on what could have happened but Ellarian could not be sure without any further information.

The two of them now quietly side by side sat upon the one mattress in the room and all morning they had simply been talking to one another. The Ranger found the experience to be a rather calming and pleasant one for he had been able to learn much about the so called, Greater Good which the Tau believed in and it was something he of course found to be as incredibly naïve as he had heard but at the same time, he thought it to be a rather quaint little notion. In return, he had told Sheia about the Craftworlds and the Paths system to which his companion politely just listened and nodded while asking the occasional question to clarify something.

In their conversations, Ellarian had also learned quite much about his current companion and her activities over the passes since they had last met. 'You lead interesting life' grinned the Ranger with perhaps a bit of envy for his companions had certainly gotten around in such a short period of time. 'Soldier, scout, saboteur, assassin, mercenary, spy and freedom fighter' spoke Ellarian as he listed some of the many things which the Tau female had been from what she had told him.

'Nothing so romantic' replied Sheia with good humour 'I had many missions where the situation became messy and things would never even come close to how the Por'hui Media would broadcast it.'

'I think it worth song' shrugged the Ranger and his companion let out a chuckling sound of amusement. 'So, now you are with Corsairs, yes?' asked Ellarian for he was still rather curious of how the Tau female had also become part of the Crescent Wings which did employ alien mercenaries.

'The El'dar leader, Eorlianeth has made many deals with the Tau'va and the Farsight Enclave' explained Sheia 'in exchange for information about the Imperium, attacks on Gue'la space lanes and many other things, he asks for various forms of payment, including borrowing military cadres.'

'And your Empire, they not know?' questioned Ellarian for he was now aware that the main body of the Tau Empire viewed this Farsight faction as rebels and traitors but in a significantly tamer manner compared to how the Mon'keigh always harp about when they face those humans who serve the Great Enemy.

'No' replied Sheia 'somehow your Prince has kept the Ethereals in dark and continues to make deals with both them and the Farsight Enclave.'

'And you? Borrowed?' asked the Ranger and his companion nodded.

Ellarian began to wonder exactly the scope of what plots and schemes did Eorlianeth Ansgar weave for he had met representatives from the great Craftworlds such as Iyanden, Saim-Hann, Biel-Tan, Ulthwe and Alaitoc whom all dealt with the Prince. And from what Merelen Cyierk had also recently told him, there were groups within the Imperium who also made their own pacts with the Corsair Prince. To what end he wondered as he also began to think about the many aliens he saw upon Vaul-Anarath, what other species and powers in the Great Wheel was the Prince dealing with?

'And you?' came the voice of Sheia which broke the Ranger's train of thought 'have you been with the Crescent Wings for long?'

'No, not long' answered Ellarian who soon told his tale of the azure world where he had followed a warband of the Dark Kin and how he had met Merelen Cyierk.


'Now that is a lot of guns' commented Krodien as he saw a group of burly blue scaled, lizard-like aliens were loading several guns and ammunition cases into the back of the Ork Trukk. The mercenaries were now standing upon the sidewalk outside of another weapon shop which was run by a the lizard aliens who were busily transporting the weapons from their store.

'I doubt that's for us' added Boomer as he held onto an Imperial Grenade Launcher which the ex-guardsman had purchased from another weapon merchant.

After selling the ork guns they had looted, the mercenaries and their employer had stopped to catch some sleep at a rundown motel. Afterwards, they grabbed a late breakfast, stopped by an ATM beside a Water Caste bank which their employer withdrew a very large amount of money from before their eyes. Any doubts about being paid for this job had quickly been banished and the mercenaries were swift to start taking the orders from their employer more seriously.

Their employer who was now at the wheel of the Ork Trukk, claimed that she would need to make a delivery to some "friends" while leaving the mercenaries a dataslate which had the address of where the two aliens went. Hearing the sound of a bell ringing from the doorway behind them, the Squat looked back to see Cuts walking out with a whole lot more throwing blades sticking out from the pockets of the cybernetic man's jacket. 'Good haul' grinned Cuts as he kept his hands in the main pockets of his jacket where no doubt, even more throwing blades were being kept inside.

With the streets pretty empty now that the automated warning system had likely been heard by every being in the city, most folks were probably locking their doors and shops were already closing early for the day. What a shame thought the Squat who wanted to pass by the nearest convenience store and grab a few drinks. Might as well go call Arbalest and tell her where to meet and-

'Yo' shouted the voice of Arbalest from behind the mercenaries and they saw the tattooed gunslinger running towards them with an alarmed look on her face.

'Something wrong lass?' asked Krodien as he instinctively began reaching for his bolt pistol.

'I don't know what the Skag is going on but there is a bloody fragging riot going down near Dis and its heading our way!' exclaimed the woman with an urgent tone.

'Holy Skag, is it a bad one?' asked the Cuts.

'Like you wouldn't believe!' replied the female mercenary 'the fragging cops are being slaughtered out there!'

'Come on then, we should find someplace defensible' Boomer then said as he rested his new grenade launcher over his right shoulder.

The two other mercenaries were quick to agree and follow the ex-guardsman while Krodien to have that rather nasty, gut feeling that the sump actually just hit the fan.


Glorious carnage and bloodshed surrounded the Doom Knight, Mar-Azytzeen as his chain glaive roared in savage joy and his crimson armour was now spattered in fresh gore. His armour was composed of warp-infused steel plates that had long ago become one with his flesh; its surface gleamed with unholy runes etched by the psyker-shamans of his tribe. Upon this field of battle he rode on the back of a mighty Chaos Steed, its equine body was covered as well in ensorcelled plate armour that proved resilient against the pathetic bullets and laser bolts of his foes, its eyes burned with hell fire that reflected the rage within its heart and its hooves left prints of fire upon the asphalt road that was now beginning to run red with blood.

Sweeping his chain glaive to the right, he caught one of the brown yellow garbed soldiers in the neck and quickly decapitating the man while his steed slammed the full weight of its bulk upon another and shattering every bone within the unfortunate soul. Enemy soldiers and their machine servitors continued to open fire upon his warband but such was the fury of the Chaos Knights who rode along with Mar-Azytzeen that their guns only served to only annoy the Doom Knight and his comrades.

Flying disc machines with single red eyes opened fire upon the Chaos Knight and their brethren who fought on foot. Many of the lightly armoured clansmens, beastmen, cultists and Chaos Guardsmen were cut down by the hail of fire from the machines which hovered above them. Quickly grabbing a powered javelin from the side of his saddle, Mar-Azytzeen took careful at one of the machines and with a mighty roar, he hurled the spear at the machine which was immediately skewered.

Throwing axes and spears were hurled at the machines by the other Chaos Knights while those armed with guns returned fire. Several of the disc machines exploded in the air and those that remained were quick to fly away as many of the enemy soldiers fled in terror from the Chaos army. Some of course continued to resist and those who did were immediately slain, at least their bravery was commendable.

Mar-Azytzeen's steed continued to gallop in pursuit of the enemy, the Doom Knight heard the loud wails of machine sirens going off as several ground cars drove towards them at full speed. Accepting this challenge with feral glee, the Doom Knight pushed his steed to further gallop towards the oncoming ground cars where more enemies rode. As the vehicle came closer, the Chaos Steed leapt up into the air, its mighty hooves stomped upon the hood of the ground car as the Doom Knight plunged his glaive into windshield, shattering the glass and stabbing the driver in the chest.

Blood began to spatter the broken glass window as the Doom Knight immediately picked another javelin and he stabbed into the metal roof, he was rewarded with the satisfying feel of sharpened metal plunging into a man's skull. The sheer weight of the Doom Knight and his steed was enough to cave in the ground car's roof, silencing its annoying blare and crushing those who rode in the passenger seats. The other ground cars met with similar fates as the Chaos Knights who were quite well versed in the art of jousting or fighting against opponents in light vehicles were quick to kill the drivers or to damage certain sections such as the wheels or the engines.

Mar-Azytzeen's steed then leapt off of the top of the ground car, its hooves landed upon the asphalt again as the momentum of the now crushed vehicle lost its course and it struck another car. A loud crash of metal upon metal was heard as more vehicles collided with one another; if there were any survivors within the vehicles then footed comrades of the Chaos Knights would soon rectify it. The charge of the Chaos Knights carried on into the city, their roars filled the air as it mixed in with the sounds of battle and death, a harmonious symphony it was to the ears of Mar-Azytzeen for it was the glorious orchestra of war.

'BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!' roared Mar-Azytzeen as he raised his bloody chain glaive high.

'SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!' shouted the other Chaos Knights in response as they to raised their weapons high in honour of Khorne.


Hearing the sounds of a heavy pounding on the door leading into the apartment room, Ellarian laid his hands upon the Spinneret Rifle as Sheia grabbed a weapon which was called a Pulse Carbine.

'Open up! It's just us!' shouted the voice of the Squat of whom the Ranger had met on the previous night. Looking to his companion and giving her a reassuring nod, the Tau female understood it and she got up before moving towards the door. When Sheia opened it, Ellarian saw the Squat and the three human mercenaries but to his surprise he did not see the Rogue Trader with them.

'Turn on the Holo-Screen and switch it to a news channels' said the Squat with an alarmed tone which worried the Outcast and Sheia reluctantly did so.

As the Tau female left the doorway, the Squat and the three humans quickly entered the room and they locked the door, Ellarian could see that they were clearly agitated. Sheia then operated one of those rectangular remote holo-devices like the one from the brothel and the Holo-Screen came to life where it showed the image of a brown haired human female wearing a black coat over a white undershirt while holding up a metallic device which ended in a round micro-phone. Behind the human female, Ellarian saw several human armed human soldiers setting up a sandbag wall with heavy stubbers as the disc machines, or drones as Sheia called them were patrolling the area.

'Reports are coming in' spoke the human female in a professional tone while trying to hide the fear in her voice and the distant sound of gunfire could be heard 'of fighting across the city as ASF units are battling against unknown insurgents coming from the Dis District. The Death Toll is unknown but an official evacuation has been sounded by the ASF's Commander Star Shield. All citizens are asked to evacuate in an orderly fashion and head towards the nearest refuge shelters.'

'Holy Skag…' muttered the sole female human mercenary as the eyes of everyone in the room, (Ellarian himself included) was focused on the Holo-Screen.

A loud bloodcurdling howl echoed from the news-feed and the humans on the screen turned their attention to the street where the heavy stubbers were facing. Across the street to the right, a ground car suddenly flew into a building with a loud crash of dust and masonry. From the same street, a horde of mutated creatures emerged and they quickly began to stampede towards the barricade.

Human soldiers began shouting orders as they manned the guns and they opened fire with a volley of bullets from the Heavy Stubbers as well as their own guns. At a closer look, Ellarian recognized the monstrosities as of being much like the ones he had seen on the azure world. Horned beastmen armed with crude guns and primitive blades charged en masse, without a care for their own lives as even larger, more monstrous, armoured bull headed creatures with arms that ended in giant chain blades ran along with their smaller kin.

The human soldiers fought back with a volley of gunfire that killed many of the things but they were too few to stem the tide of unclean, mutated monstrosities. Among the creatures, Ellarian saw a large monster with the lower body that resembled the mounts of the Imperial Guard Rough Riders but the upper of a muscular horned human. This hybrid creature wielded a large chain spear and had the unmistakable sigils of the Great Enemy, the eight pointed star, etched across its chest as ritualistic scars.

'Yenlui…' muttered Ellarian, for it was the rune that symbolized Balance, Harmony or Chaos itself.

The mutant horde breached the barricade and they began slaughtering the human soldiers. The feed was suddenly cut and replaced by static but they could still hear the roars of the mutants and the death screams of humans.

'Ancestor's beards!' exclaimed the Squat in surprise as well 'now that's just fragging great!'

'The hell were those things!?' shouted the male mercenary with mechanical eyes.

'Chaos' replied Sheia who tightly clutched her Pulse Carbine.


All across Jasserus City, the army of Chaos rampaged through the streets. They maimed, killed and burned all in their path as civilians tried to flee their wrath while the remaining teams of the Auxiliary Security Forces futilely tried to stem the tide. All was going according to plan thought the thing that possessed Ulen Karr as he gazed with his Witchsight into a bowl of freshly spilled blood while sitting cross-legged upon a steel chair while the vox-operators of the Chaos Guardsmen busily coordinated those troops equipped with communications devices.

Through sorcery and ritual powered by living sacrifices, he had completed a spell which would (for a time) allow him to oversee the battle with a bird's eye view and send telepathic commands to his troops. For the most part, they needed little encouragement or managing for the minions of the Dark Gods were ever eager to spill blood. Most of the forces were nothing more than expendable distractions who kept the local security forces tied up but the main host was already on its way to the last bastion of the Corpse Emperor's followers upon this world.

How the mighty had fallen thought the possessed gang leader whose memories were now one with the thing inside him and he was aware that the descendants of the Imperial Guardsmen who once sought to defend this world from the alien invaders had now become nothing more than an organized crime group. A group of ancient Imperial psykers of Primaris levels were using their powers to block out any scrying attempts from their Chaotic counterparts while flesh and blood soldiers armed with a formidable array of weapons and armoured vehicles had already dug in around a skyscraper. Like lambs to the slaughter thought the possessed gang leader as he mentally sent commands to the leaders of the warbands, telling them where they needed to go.

'Sirdar' whispered the possessed gang leader and the lead communications officers looked to Ulen Karr.

'Your orders sir?' asked the cultured voice of the officer who stood out from the other Chaos Guardsmen by being dressed more like a member of the "Noble-born" members of the Imperial Guard, complete with a powdered white wig and make up that made the man look very pale and effeminate.

The possessed gang leader quickly implanted a series of telepathic commands into the communications officer's mind and the man immediately understood their meaning as he began relaying the orders to the other vox-operators. Through his Witchsight, Ulen Karr could see several squadrons of Chaos Guardsmen enter civilian structures and butcher any inhabitants they could find. These squads would then begin securing the building which will later be used as outposts.

It had been a long time since the thing that possessed the gang leader had led troops like this and it was pleased that it still could. By now, Machine Pits had already been established outside of the warehouse by the Heretics and from them, vehicles such as Stalk Tanks, Reavers, Brigands and various Chimera-based vehicles could be brought to the field. Already, he had also received word of his master's own personal forces who would be marshaling to join them.

Pride swelled in the heart of the possessed gang leader for the moment when the Legion of his master arrived, victory would surely be theirs for there were few mortal powers in the galaxy that could withstand to the might of an Astartes.


The apartment building had become a hive of activity (and a bit of a literal one judging by some of its occupants) as aliens either vacated the building and headed off to join the fight, seek shelter elsewhere or were fortifying the place. Lifting up a wooden table of crude human-craftsmanship, Ellarian and Sheia carried it to a barricade outside that was being set up by the remaining alien occupants. One group of aliens which was composed of Tarellians were setting up a multi-barreled Tau gun which Sheia called a Burst Cannon which had been placed on a tri-pod stand.

One of the Tarellians spoke to Sheia in the Tau language and pointed to a section of the barricade where other pieces of furniture had been piled up. Ellarian remembered the fortified bastion he had found during his first trial to join the Crescent Wings where he had seen a group of Chaos Cultists forming up barricades to defend themselves against greenskins. The Ranger decided that he should survey more of the apartment building and see if there was also a back entrance or a sewer leading one which any enemy could use to surprise them.

As the Outcast and his Tau companion along with the Squat and the human mercenaries assisted the other aliens in further fortifying the place, he heard the familiar sound of a combustible engine vehicle driving towards them. 'Lord of Murder…' muttered Ellarian as he saw an Ork Trukk driving towards them again but was suddenly surprised when he saw that operating the vehicle was Merelen Cyierk.

The other aliens were quick to point their guns at the vehicle but were stopped from firing as Sheia loudly shouted at them in the Tau language before speaking in an authoritative manner. The many aliens reluctantly held their fire as the human female descended from the vehicle. Quickly setting down the table, Ellarian climbed over the barricade and then moved towards the Rogue Trader who was approaching with her hands raised where all could see her.

'Glad you're still around Ellarian' the human female then said as her face was concealed by her hat and mask.

'And you? Asked the Ranger with some concern and he continued 'are you well?'

'Don't worry about me' replied the human female as she looked up to him 'listen, we need to move things ahead of schedule, are the mercenaries still with us?'

'Yes' nodded Ellarian 'but no others.'

'Feth' hissed the human female 'all right well I will go talk to these other aliens and see who might be employable.' Merelen Cyierk then began to speak to the other aliens in the Tau language as well and she pointed to the Ork vehicle. Soon afterwards some of the aliens began to rush towards the Trukk and they began to climb into the passenger section where afterwards they came back out carrying several guns of varying origins.

'Meet me inside soon' the human female then said 'we need to discuss the plan for later...'


Looking upon the holo-map display with a mixture of satisfaction and trepidation, Shas'O'Rhonai observed the flow of battle that was taking place. The Orks that had made their lairs within the mountains were putting up a stiff resistance and it seemed that the only way to break them was through an all out siege. It was fortunate that the weapons his Command had brought were more than capable of out-ranging the barbaric foe's primitive guns.

At several key points where the Fire Warriors could bottleneck the enemy, his troops had adopted the tactics of the Patient Hunter while in other areas, the Killing Blow became the hammer that was needed to shatter the bastions of their enemy. All in all, the Fire Caste had the greenskin contained in certain areas with minimal losses but in others, the slightest change could tip the delicate balance for the barbarians still had his Fire Warriors outnumbered twenty to one at least. As the Fire Commander contemplated on a strategy to quickly break the deadlock, his thoughts were interrupted as he heard footsteps from behind and the sound of a human clearing its throat.

'Commander, sir' spoke a male Gue'vesa officer who was in charge of one of the auxiliary regiments.

'Yes what is it Captain?' asked Shas'O'Rhonai who had some familiarity with the way Gue'la military forces organized themselves and he recognized the rank insignia on the human's uniform.

'We have received word of something happening in Jasserus City' spoke the human officer 'Auxiliary Security Forces are requesting reinforcements and reporting heavy losses.'

'An uprising?' asked the Fire Commander with surprise for while there were still factions on the planet which retained loyalty to the Imperium, they had hardly been much trouble in the last several Tau'cyrs.

'I… I don't know sir' replied the officer who now looked visibly disturbed as he handed the Tau Commander a Dataslate which Shas'O'Rhonai took and he studied its contents.

'Ethereals…' gasped the Fire Commander with disbelief as a feeling of dread began to spread within him. 'I want my Enforcer Suit prepared for battle now!' commanded the Shas'O 'have Shas'El'Rahar take temporary command!'

'Yes sir!' saluted the officer who quickly obeyed and the Fire Commander sighed with weariness for he could hardly believe that this was happening now, of all times, why did it have to be now!?

Looking to the Dataslate, it only contained a simple message with letters in the alphabet of his people. The message itself though came from a being the Fire Commander owed much of his career's success to and for as long as he knew, was an extremely reliable source. At the end of the message was only two initials which if translated to the language of the Gue'la would have spelled out EA. It was not for the first time in his life that the Fire Commander wished that he never did get involved with that deceptive alien warlord and his convoluted schemes.