The winds above the shevark howled in the night, two figures move silently towards the communications antennae, "I'm sorry CLISTE, but this is to ensure our survival..." with that he pulls out a tool case and unscrews a panel at it's base, taking next a pair of pliers he begins to systematically cut at certain wires, sparks signaling when each has been properly cu. With a simple replacing of the panel and screwing it back in the figure looks to the man in red robes behind him, "Brother Gades...are you sure we should do this? The information we could glean from the Nomad's computers would be...amazing!"

"I agree, however the nomad's computers in this...Aphel Aura, may also contain data that will tell CLISTE we aren't Shevites...Yes I feel bad for doing this as well but...we have no choice."

"Of course, I was only making sure..." the younger man stood and followed Gades back to the entrance hatch, the two Renegade Etones returning to their quarters respectively.

Gades removed an old leather bound book from his belongings and flipped a few pages, taking out a smaller notebook, "Once I have this translated..." he set to work, after all, this was all peace keeping work.