[b]Equestrian Fringe Space[/b] One of the various pods of the spindle-like Kuuros scout-ship would disengage from the main vessel, engaging thrusters and setting itself on a lazy course towards the larger Equestrian diplomatic vessel. Given a cargo bay to set down in, the ship would gently set itself down, waiting for any sign of their hosts before opening up its landing ramp and allowing a trio of odd, gleaming-white bird-people to step out of the shuttle. Two of them were wearing strange robes consisting of long sheets of ashen fabric held together by straps and buckles, while the third seemed to be clad in some sort of orange jumpsuit and was lugging around a heavy mechanical backpack; in point of fact it was their mobile translator device, keyed to the neural relay headsets they were all wearing.