**Roman Mess Hall**

A few of the men approached the Roa'Marii's, fists raised as if they were ready to start a fight.

"Seems like they are talking about who can fight better, I say we show them the Roman Way!" said the first soldier.

"Yeah, bet the little sissies can not stand for a minute!" added the second. As the first began to swing the door to the mess hall could be heard opening, and while the language he was speaking with definitely the latin of the New Romans, it was a completely different sounding accent. 

"You two! These are guests, no fighting with them! If I catch you again you will be in the brig till we report back to High Command." said the new voice, entering into the Roa'Marii's line of sight. He was not a Romus Human, but rather a Solusi, a member of the feline race that had been conquered by the NRE almost 200 years ago. His accent was quieter and more fine, rather then the rough speech of the soldiers attempting to attack them. The two walked off, grumbling words about the Solusi as he approached with his white and grey fur. He wore the same black stretch uniform as the rest of the Roman Navy, but with a hole to accommodate his tail. He sat down with the Roa'Marii soldiers, and begin speaking.

"I apologize if my men caused trouble, it takes most Romus Humans a while to adapt to tolerate new alien species. I am First Officer Shiklon of this ship." said the Solusi.

**Hangar**

Imperator Ettore had ordered the docking area cleared of most of it's cargo, with mats and dummies setup to prepare for learning magic. Ettore prepared as he gathered the 5 men aboard who had felt the greatest degree of the new power that the Roa'Marii coming aboard seemed to have activated. After hearing of the General's shuttle approached he transmitted the docking procedures and opened the hatch. When the General left his shuttle he was greeted by the Imperator and the five men, all standing in a line.

"Greetings General, I was told you would be the one teaching us magic. Ever since your kind came aboard we have all been feeling a new power inside of us, the five here are those who feel it to the greatest degree. They are ready to go." spoke the Imperator. The five men stood in a line, unwavering and not flinching. It was clear by this display that the Roman Military expected nothing less then absolute discipline.