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[h3][u]Common Region; Sol Sector; 0133 Capital/Earth Time[/u][/h3]

The Simulacrum eventually jumped out of its FTL, with loud bang - that sent several sparks of green light into every direction. It was the quirk of travelling onboard a foreign, almost alien ship at that. While most of the aspects of the ship were understood, they couldn't explain how or why, it did such things.

Anaris unhooked herself from the Chair at that, letting the dullness of her own mind return and the energy dissipate from around her. Sitting in that chair was always a mix of between, thinking about the laws of quantum physics while trying not to bump their ship into some celestial body - like a sun or black hole.

"We have successfully, translated into real-space Admiral. It looks like, we are the first to arrive here. Meaning we won't be able to approach the Sol System, until others have also arrived," spoke one TecOps Specialist - in her own native language, which was translated by Anaris' VI-translator.

"Very good, keep a simple course. Shielding at maximum, and weapon systems at minimal. Knowing how many other people, have been invited here - I am not in the mood, to being caught in the open," spoke Anaris - while many human and alien dignitaries had been called over - it was more in the sense of an armed standoff, than a peace conference. Many aliens hated humans, many humans hated aliens. And namely they, disliked both - in the sense, that Anaris was willing to engage more openly with xenos than humans.

Since most humans, over several thousand years had developed that innate superior sneering, sense of entitlement - that at some point, made Anaris believe that being Minosian was better than labeling herself as a human. Her train of thought was broken, when another SenOps Specialist, informed Admiral Anaris that another ship was approaching the zone. She got into position at that, hoping that their second arrival - wasn't from the 'shoot everything on sight' kind of nation.