By the time Alara had unentangled herself from the briars and made her way to town, the ringleader of the Ogre squadron was emerging from the command center, having been briefed on the matter and after giving the Marshall some recommendations for how to proceed. The man was rather green as far as law enforcement went, and he hadn't been quite sure what to do in case of such a catastrophic emergency like this. Once that had been settled, however, the man from the Suzerainty felt fairly certain he could leave things in his hands.<br/><br/>The young man was about to recall his Ogres to be deployed elsewhere, when he noticed a psion approaching town. He was not, himself, a psion, but extensive training and cybernetic implantation had allowed him to pick up on such things. The Ogres would follow her with their weapons, as they had no idea what they were supposed to be fighting, but seemed to quickly understand that this was probably a citizen, not a threat. The leader sized up the woman who arrived, extending a hand to her to shake. "I am Battle Scholar Jericho Delande," he introduced, his expression remaining professional, and polite. "We are here responding to an emergency call we received about an attack on this settlement. I'm glad to see that you seem to be in good health. Our first report was that your private garrison was annihilated outright, but I can sense that you have at least some psionic power. Unfortunately, the details I've been able to collect have been ... sparse, given the attackers moved at supernatural speeds, and the fact that your settlement has no scanners installed. Your marshal is currently organizing a relief effort, if you would care to participate. However, I would first appreciate any insight you may have on the nature of the attack."<br/><br/>He bowed his head forward, intently. "Can you give me any details on what happened, here, Miss DeLeone? You said something about<span style="font-style: italic">worms.</span>"