"Oh god dammit. Speed this boat up!"
Meanwhile, actually thousands of miles away...
"Ja'rian is dead, the survivors managed to escape, and I'm out of coffee. Curse this day. Zirien is still in my possesion, but for how long? Argh... You." A man in a cloak looked up. "Yes, you. You have a new assignment. Take a battalion with you, and take down the survivors." the hooded figure nodded. "Go. And, if you can, retrieve the swords."
In the dense forest, the eggs were clustered together. Soon, the five would come, and they would hatch...