A calm female voice suddenly crackled to life through the DSS Churchill's communications relay, "Attention approaching UED space craft. This is New St Angels space port. You have entered Kelmorian Combine space. You do not have authorization or clearance to continue. Please state your purpose or leave orbit immediately. If you do not comply, you will be fired upon."<br/><br/>Apparently the Combine controlled planet had a traffic security station on the surface. They had detected the battle cruiser coming out of warp and sent the warning. Since the shuttle that Shadir and Pyre arrived in was too small, they were not able to find them on sub space radar, but something as large as the Churchill was a different story.<br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Mar Sara, ruined capital city<br/><strong>Planetary time</strong>: Afternoon come dusk<br/><br/>The monstrosity tackled the difficult terrain with ease, stepping over girders, scaffolding and debris, crunching through the ash and dirt as he made his way closer to his nearest safe haven, the irradiated processing area of a nearby waste disposal facility. As he could remember, the secret research base was not completely cut off due to his destroying their main gate in his escape. There were many hidden side entrances littered everywhere, spanning through the entire city. Under warehouses, beneath collections of buildings, well camouflaged to provide protection from any stray 'visitors' from discovering the vast underground complex.<br/><br/>A crunch of something organic under his massive hoof caught his attention. Lifting it up slightly to gaze upon the strange bloated object, he found that he had stepped a now flattened carcass of a zergling. The color on its carapace indicated a rogue, not surprising to be found dead in Mar Saran ruins, but the smell of fresh decay made him frown. After close inspection, he discovered the large gaping wound on its side, caused by a Terran high explosive round. Only one Terran weapon could do this kind of damage, and he detected them almost immediately.<br/><br/>Just down the road to what seemed like a large mound of metal with a large hanger door gaping open, four figures stood next to the hulking wreckage of a siege tank. Using his psi, he identified them as a patrol group, consisting of a pair of marines, a firebat and a ghost. He was close enough to be able to see them, hidden among the charred buildings to mask any visual of him, but the ghost seemed to be on the edge, trailing his canister rifle to scan his surroundings. He knew that the ghost could feel his presence, and he knew about the growing bout of fear within his thoughts. His buddies seemed to be nonchalant about their comrade's behaviour, smoking cigarettes and chatting amiably among themselves.<br/><br/>Easy targets. It seemed like a necessity to take out patrols these days as they were sprawling all over. He continued watched them, formulating a plan of assault. He was so concentrated on his hunt that he did not realize that Shadir should be able to detect his location by now.