Scaramouche was in the middle of giving orders when a bright light and rumbling noise caught his attention, he turned around, looking at the sky his eyes locked onto yet another meteorite with pink and blue streaks behind it. He stared for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly.

His head turned to the side as someone shouted out to him, calling him by what every one of his subordinates called him — "My Lord" — they had jumped off a cliff and landed by his feet, kneeling as they kept their head low and looked at the ground.

"It's happening again, this is the largest one we've seen so far..." They spoke clearly, not making eye contact.

Scaramouche sighed, "They just keep coming." He looked back over to you and his other subordinates who were still kneeling. "But so be it," He turned his whole body. "Move out! Change of plan, your prior objective remains in force. Continue to research the meteorites." He said, despite still being salty about not being able to get the traveller.

Suddenly one of his subordinates stood up, the one that had been next to you. "My lord! Leave them to us, we will make short work of them!" He was clearly talking about the traveller.

Scaramouche had already been turned around, his hand on the back of his neck. "Are you deaf or just stupid?" He turned back around. "Since when did I give you the right, to issue your own orders?" He shouted, his voice filled with authority as his subordinate scurried back to his knees.