Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26840812-20151223135803/@comment-26675961-20151224114640

(merry christmas Cyber)

Chry descends out of this state and her gem fades back to normal, but then a rustling whisper comes through her trees to her.

Chrysoprase: What? Vechiles? Take me to them

This time the trees throw her between each other to the spot.

She stalks the convoy by being passed from tree to tree.

Chrysoprase: Shorepoint? Wheres that, who cares anyway I think those are definitely homeworld, hows about we mess with them.

The trees sway in agreement. A few of them up ahead move in front of the convoy