Lord Zayveon looked out from the hover skiff over the small town. His mind a thousand and one miles away from the sight before him. Thoughts of the past few months. Thoughts of how simple company by a warm fire can make the most interesting turn of events. General Jennifer Vega moved toward the rail by Zayveon. Her white, light weight armor dusted and battle scarred. The communication device hanging from her left ear kept her in constant contact with the metal figures moving about the town. Venturing forth and gathering up the vampires found hiding. "Your thoughts aren't here, My Lord." Zayveon gave a sort of perk to his snout. An almost smile. "True. My thoughts of another place. It has been sometime since I've had such, thoughts and feelings for someone." The General gave a slow nod of her head. "She's stuck upon your heart then, My Lord. You know, I can see to matters here and off world for a while. Perhaps you could take some time to be away and with her." Zayveon nodded slowly aside to her with a slow shift of his tail behind him. A glance down at the ring worn to his clawed fingertip. A turn then as he made for the aft section of the hover skiff. "My Lord? What would you like done with the vampires found here?" "Burn them. All of them, General."

The breeze picked up and an odd sparkle perked around Zayveon's form before a vortex swallowed him up and whisked him away.