Bloodfyre stood onboard the deck of the Corsair, the Victory-class flagship of the Tarentum fleet. In the days since Tarentum had been commanded to seal off the Shroud, several ships had come, and been turned away; there had even been a ship or two destroyed for trying to channel the blockade.

An Apprentice slowly tread the distance towards the Clan's Consul, and waited in silence until the Adept turned, and acknowledged her with the barest of glances. Turning back, the Consul gazed out the windows, into open space.

"What is it?" the Consul queried flatly.

"Sire," the young woman began, "the Proconsul requests your authorization to move forward with your plans."

Sith stood in silence for many long moments, watching as the Cerberus peeked into view, repositioning herself as had been previously ordered. As the ship slowed, and took her place, Bloodfyre turned his full attention back to the woman, staring at her for mere seconds, then stepped quickly away.

"Tell him to commence the attack," Bloodfyre said, his voice echoing slightly in the distance. "At this hour, let it be known, Tarentum declares war on an old adversary. Tarentum is at war with Satal Keto."