"Three minutes early, we're making good time." Desrick looked up from the clock on his datapad, "Eyes up, Tasthagk, end of the line."

Shiva looked up suddenly, having dozing off despite not wanting to sleep. The entire trip took a solid ten hours straight. Even with how far FTL travel had progressed, stops at refueling stations, other errands Desrick had to run as a cover for picking Shiva up, and border clearances meant that every couple of hours or so Shiva could look out the window and see another portion of space, few of which she recognised. Desrick himself wasn't much for conversation, but Shiva wasn't expecting him to be. It seemed as if he was constantly doing some kind of paperwork with that datapad he held. Unbeknownst to Shiva until the latter portion of the trip was the truth of the matter. Desrick had recently learned human numerals and was trying his hand at that old grid puzzle they had. What was it called? Suchotu? It just looked like a mess of symbols to Shiva.

"Finally," Shiva breathed, retrieving her baggage. She couldn't get up fast enough to stretch her legs again. After a quick moment securing her holster around her waist and shouldering her bag, she followed the Desrick and the pilot to the gangway. The door lead out to a hangar that was of familiar design, but made from strange materials and with a clinical reflectiveness. This one of course had more vessels in it than her origin.

Desrick held himself straight and walked with authority out onto the deck. "Welcome to Pax, Tasthagk. The heart of the assembly." Shiva hardly had any time to look around before Desrick's tone changed. "Uh oh."

Shiva looked at the back of his head, standing behind him. "Something wrong, sir?"

"Nothing," Desrick turned his head to one side to speak to Shiva while keeping his eyes ahead, "Just an old friend."

It was then that Shiva noticed the other two Masulu men walking towards them. A 5th eschelon and another 10th eschelon by the looks. She didn't recognise either of them any more than she did meeting Desrick. Shiva prepared to lower her bag and salute if needed. Desrick's approach was less serious.

"Didn't think I would see your ugly mug so soon." Desrick said, looking amused. He looked over to the soldier accompanying him, "Is this 5th Yuyun? Good timing, I brought his squadmate."