The drow in heavy bondage was lying on the sand like a dying lizard. He was so iron clad that he could only wiggle his fingers in the air. Around him, black fairies chittered to each other in an insect like manner. One of them stopped to extend a sharp mandible from it's tentacle and sting the soles of the slave's feet.<br/><br/>The movement that Francis saw, was just a black dot in the scorching sky, now impossible to see.<br/><br/>"Matt sold you..."<br/><br/>The voice froze for a moment.<br/><br/>"Oh, okay, he did. So too bad then. But i forgot to tell him i had something that belonged to me in the bike. Say, willing to tell me where you are now? I'd pay you some creds for it. It's just a picture of my wife, it's not worth nothing for you..."<br/><br/>The black dot was there again, this time Joseph and Stessana could notice it too. A growing black dot, followed by three other black dots in a triangle formation. Flying with all the speed of a hi-tech jet engine, the dots rapidly glided over the wasteland surface, leaving clouds of dust as they gone.<br/><br/>SAMAS troopers, the flying commandos armoured in black powered armour. From behind the masks of death, human eyes observe the landscape as computerized HUD's seek viable targets. This time, you are not the target. The four did not notice you, instead they halted just before the camp, out of the guardian beasts sight.<br/><br/>More Drow are emerging from the rift. A lectica carried by four bare-chested males is occupied by a female dripping with silvery jewelry. Behind her, warriors and priestesses walk in a neat column, shielding their eyes from the blaze of earth's sun.<br/><br/>Behind you: *sift* *sift* *sift* *sift* A funny sound of sand being moved by... wind?