The Consul of Tarentum stood aboard the bridge of the Corsair, glancing out at the great expanse of space that Tarentum had been called to seal off. No one had approached the Shroud recently, since the departure of the High Warrior, Zorrixor. It had been quiet since then, but thoughts weighed heavily upon the mind of Tarentum's Consul. An end was approaching, but it was all wrong. Something... needed to change.

Bloodfyre turned, striding quickly away from where he stood, and headed towards a communications console. After pressing a few buttons, the Consul addressed the entire Clan, whose communicators had been activated by his personal codes.

"To all warriors of Tarentum," the Consul began, "this is Sith Bloodfyre. My message will be brief, but heed it well. An end draws near, but there is still one thing we must accomplish, yet. From this moment forward, we are allied only with Naga Sadow; we are at war with all others. I call upon all of you to bring battle to everyone you see, who is not a Clansmen in Tarentum, or of our allied Clan of Naga Sadow."

With that, the brief transmission was ended. Several of the officers on the bridge, as well as other crew members glanced briefly at the Adept, and then turned their heads back to their work.