Ryker stood in the middle of the battlefield... He sheathed his weapons, looking around at the dead bodies that surrounded him. The soil was red with blood, limbs and heads everywhere. His own armor was caked in blood and mud, the sickly smell something his rebreather could hardly keep out.

The Jade Dragons stared at him momentarily, as if repressing their instinct to kill. They turned back towards their gate... but didn't leave. Instead, a mighty grove of chaotic trees erected from the ground, even though there was no soil to grow from, in a flash.

Ryker watched, a little startled by the sudden appearance of the trees. "Jeez..."

Within this green patch of land, they constructed their base and camps.

"Interesting..." He says as he watches, more interested now.