Within moments of Alara's desperation, a lonely klaxon blared over the relative quiet of the town, echoing throughout the handful of humble buildings that had formed the center for the future township. The few people who hadn't received injury from the second shock quickly hurried indoors. Less the workers who had been devoured at the quarry, there were only about a score of people left here. The wildlife nearby had gone silent, leaving only the cries of a wounded child on the far side of settlement to break the silence. The towering worms, which would be visible in the distance for Alara as soon as she cleared the treeline, suddenly retreated into their holes with another regional shake. In another moment, even her extended senses would not be able to find them. Was it over, already?<br/><br/>Inside the command center, the makeshift marshal's office and town hall for the tiny group of buildngs, a half dozen people bustled at computer controls, which were linked via satellite to the rest of the planet. The town itself had suffered little damage from the worm attack -- the recently fabricated buildings were hardly phased by the abuse, and there weren't enough established utilities in the area to really be affected by all of the shaking. The worms had attacked a spot outside of town. That said, there were now about a dozen lives claimed, not counting anybody who had possibly died from the violent shaking. That was an absolutely devastating blow to such a small town, especially when those taken were the only warrior power wielders assigned to the town, as well as much of their mundane muscle. Most of the families in the town had just been ripped in half. The potent psychic woman would not be alone in her woes. That said, the Marshall had received the young man's message before he had presumably been slain, and was now busily coordinating emergency rescue efforts. A distress signal had been sent to Sanctuary.<br/><br/>Several brief flashes of light, accompanying a surge of electromagnetic energy, flickered around the town hall. They heralded the arrival of five figures; one was a thin and tall man who appeared in his early twenties, wearing a somewhat regal-looking, blue-themed uniform with the symbol of the Suzerainty borne on his chest, as well as on the crest of his hat. The other four were huge, nine-foot, grotesquely muscular, monstrous men that could not be mistaken for anything other than the legendary Ogres that acted as the Suzerain's personal shock troops. Each titanic figure was carrying a weapon the size of a small car or bigger, and probably weighed twice as much. They seemed to wear little armor, instead wearing only black-themed fatigues, ammunition belts, and other provisions of their trade. By contrast of their deadly armament and build, their relatively tiny facial expressions seemed unnervingly innocent and curious, dumbly peering around at the town around them as they absently caressed and polished their weaponry. One of them wondrously droned "Hoooouuuuuuseee..." in a telling, intellect-absent voice. Their ringleader quickly took stock of the situation, but seemed unsure of what to react to at first.<br/><br/>After only a moment or two of hesitation, however, he took charge, as a trained sternness dawned on his youthful features. "Ogres! By the Suzerain's command, take formation around this building and guard it from the enemies of the Emperor!" he called out with practiced enthusiasm. In unison, his cohorts lifted up their weighty tools of war as if they were wine cups for toasting, and shouted in a suddenly deafening volume, "<span style="font-weight: bold">FOR DA EMP'RA!!!</span>" They then lowered their weaponry and moved about, taking up posts around the command center, and digging in, as if expecting to take on an entire army from that spot. Meanwhile, the uncannily handsome, uniformed man adjusted the white gloves on his hands and proceeded towards the entrance, to speak with the Marshall, as though this were all fairly routine in his day. As of yet, he had not noticed Alara.