Just outside of a small blue rock orbiting a beautiful main sequence star, a transport vessel was stopped. Hovering just outside of the Atmosphere of the planet below, within orbit two men discussed their location over a cup of smuggled other-worldly alcohol. The shorter of the two raised his mug and pointed out the window, down at the planet. "I'd be willing to bet you fifty credits that you don't know what Star-System we're in." With a slightly buzzed grin crossing his face, Kanitah knew exactly where they were. He'd seen the planet before. It was a heavily populated planet known in the surrounding systems as Earth. So the humans on the planet called it, at least. To Kanitah's people it was Main Sequence - Habitable Planet # 1520. But Earth sounded prettier, at least.

With an obviously drunken slur to his tone, the taller man with much darker skin growled. "A'course I know what plannut this is!" He had to recover from that one, somehow he had forgotten to breathe before he shouted. "That's that little rock fer thuh Hyoomans. They call it Earth. Gotta lotta folks down there who don't like our kind, y'know?" 

Perking his right brow, Kanitah leaned in and rested his mug on the crate between them. "Whaddya mean? Do they not like Pundambayans or something? Have they met with us and I just missed it? Where's the memo?" Obviously a bit intrigued by this statement, his face screwed up a bit. Honestly he was a bit insulted.

"Nah nah. See, those folks down'ar think they're s'm'real important species. Got a grudge against extrat'restrels, cause they think they get abducted by normal folk." The taller one threw his head back, slamming the rest of his drink. Spluttering for a moment as he choked down the beverage. "But uh, most- If not all- Races know that they get kidnapped by slavers and organ harvesters." This sentence was punctuated by a resounding burp that felt as thought it shook the very framework of the small vessel. 

With one hand he rubbed his chin, thinking to himself about how he'd personally witnessed a few of these kidnappings himself. That's how he had wound up slugging it out on a backwoods planet not a year ago. "Damn slavers, hate those bastards. They're obviously trying to build something, but I'll be damned if I know what."

"Hey! Hey hey hey! I won that bet, you gotta pay up, Kanitah!" For a moment his eyes lit up with excitement, realizing that he had just earned free money.

With a wave of his hand he dismissed the comment, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a couple plastic cards with engravings on them. "Take'm you greedy drunk." He hungrily snatched them from Kanitah's hand, pocketing them and standing from his seat. The drunk stretched a bit, popping his back. 

Kanitah rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the window beside him and looking down at the planet below. A bright streak crossing the sky caught his eye. "Well I'll be damned, are there beings of power just gallivanting about down there?" 

"Eh' what? Oh, thar. Yeah, sometimes they get up in a rut, other times they're just assholes. Why? You wan'go check it out?" His drunken friend pointed over his shoulder to the control room, it was vacant of course. 

Kanitah thought for a moment, watching the streak accelerate across the edge of the atmosphere. Just a few thousand miles below them, but brilliant enough to catch his eye. "Yeah, I think I will." The pilot groaned, realizing that he'd have to pilot the ship while drunk. With a couple uneasy steps he planted himself into the Pilot's seat and grasped a pair of twin handles, pressing a few buttons with his right hand. The ship began to descend into the atmosphere, adjusting its trajectory to intersect with the path of the streak of energy. 

Honestly, Kanitah was hoping that streak of light was gonna be something interesting. Since his resounding draw previously, the long recovery, and the trip out this-a-ways. He hasn't seen much action, so this might prove to be something just up his alley.

Breaking through the atmosphere, the ship began to glow with the flames of entry. Kanitah touched the window, feeling a bit of heat through the high density glass. They plummeted through the sky, reaching terminal velocity as they dove. The path of the glowing streak was perpendicular to the path of the ship.

Whatever it was, Kanitah just sort of hoped that it wouldn't just ram them once they reached its position.