The 400-year-old crew enjoyed a long overdue meal. Captin Fritmak sat at the head of the long table observing his crew. He knew the time had come to join, and end, the war. His crew knew that too, for that was why they had been called upon and released from their stone containment.

The hours dragged on as the crew prepared for a battle that was hundreds of years more experienced then they. They all sharpened their swords and dusted off their guns. No one feared death; the stone imprisonment they had all experienced was a fate worse then being killed.

The Ackboa ship was due to arrive in 5 minutes. The crew, by now, was well breifed and ready for the fight. Everyone knew it would be quick and easy, for they were the Wahwin’s secret allies.

Captin Fritmak and his crew may be some 400 years old, but they are certainly not incapable of fighting. They were the best things the Wahwin had. The Ackboa ship were skilled in ancient and nonexsitent arts. The art of Talemah- control of another’s mind.