Ahn shrugged his shoulders at Volray's statement about the alleyways, saying, "While I'm a good judge of character, I can't exactly predict the architectural designs of the Furzai in this case." His tone of voice did nothing to reveal if he was being sarcastic or not with this statement, as he sounded like the same carefree personality as always. "That being said, in all honesty I'm just running in the general direction that I know the Exeralune to be."

"Wha-?!" Arma shouted, bewilderment flooding his facial features, followed quickly by fear. "Didn't you say we shouldn't run without a plan?!"

"I have a plan; Run in the general direction of the Exeralune. And it's working so far. We've even assembled quite a party," Ahn replied as they continued to run, the crystal wall perhaps buying them some time. The sniper he saw didn't appear to have any jetpack, only wearing silver colored armor that likely didn't allow for them to be very light on their feet, but you never know what material it might be made out of without a more in depth scan. "If we arrive we know that we'll have backup if need by an a better way of communicating with the proper authorities. Also-"

He was interrupted by a bright pink light from the sky followed by the sound of a massive explosion. Smoke rose up above the surrounding rooftops, although from their position there was no telling what sort of damage had been done, or how...but they had a good guess when the sky light up more and more, following by additional explosions all around them, probably by luck that they weren't hit as well. 

Planetary bombardment with a pherza-type cannon. What was the Furzai navy doing up there?! This IGCP headquarters was still under construction and had yet to develop a fully functioning shield generator, so they knew that they had to be on especially high alert to stop this from happening. Either this attacking ship had some awesome stealth to get away with this or there was a serious oversight in the Furzai forces. Both options were troubling, but perhaps the Exeralune could deal with it where the others had failed.

After a few seconds Ahn looked at his left wrist, which now had a glowing red dot on it. "Ah, the second part of my plan," he said in a more serious tone, pushing the button, then he spoke up to neither of the two in particular, meaning that he likely activated some sort of a communication device and was talking to a third party. "Yes, this is Captain Ahn Vora of the Exeralune speaking. Am I on? Yes? Well, I request everyone to man their battle stations on the Exeralune and prepare for lift-off. This is not a drill. I have reasonable suspicions that a planetary bombardment is in progress, likely from a single, or small group of enemy ships. I'll be arriving with all due haste, but please be ready by the time I arrive. All non-combat personnel, find your room mentioned in your data packet and wait. That is all."

The blinking light went off.

"Young man one and two, follow me on the ship if you desire and you don't need to worry about proper security clearance. It might be safer there than down-" as he spoke a nearby explosion sent a shower of marble flying across the alleyway in front of them. "here," he finished. Perhaps none of the explosions could get close enough to actually hit them because they were staying clear of the sniper on their trail? If so than this enemy sniper was actually more beneficial to their cause than a threat. If that theory was correct than they might be able to make it to the Exeralune in time and stop whatever it was that was going on.

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M'rayl was glad that she was taken seriously and the problem would be dealt with, plus she even got brownie points with the field commander when she put her hand on her arm, likely a sign of respect. Where she came friendly contact was welcome, it only being a bad sign of it's rough/threatening or in...an unusual place to touch for mere acquaintances. This touch didn't appear to be either. She was a bit nervous about being personally on the team to find the possible maniac stalking the ship, but she was with security after all so it was her duty to take such risks.

"My name is M'rayl Lithareon. My apologies for not announcing myself sooner," she said with a slight bow. With that she began to explore the ship, her standard issue IG Series Enforcer pistol at the ready in case things turned ugly. She found herself in the kitchen during her sweep of the area after getting a hint by a strange electrical voice. Setting her sights on a bunch of sandwiches got the saliva in her mouth starting but she had other things to think about at the moment. Or...wait, most of the sandwiches were in tidy order but there were some empty spaces and nearby ones misaligned as if someone had been messing with them. Could...could the stowaway be hungry? She had heard cases of members of poorer races sneaking onto a spaceship whenever the more fortunate races landed in order to get a good meal that would surely be onboard. If that was the case then she couldn't blame them, even if it was illegal. She had sympathy for people like that, even if she disliked breaking laws. If possible she liked to find some way to fix the problem in as pleasant a way of possible for both sides.

"This is security. Is anyone here? Come out and explain yourself, please. If not then people might worry and then people might get hurt," she called out. "I promise that I won't get mad if you have a good reason for being here."

Before anyone could manage a reply, a voice rang out on the speaker of the ship and in the surrounding hanger, taking her off guard. It was the captain and he announced a planetary bombardment of all things. She froze in place at the news to enter battle stations. So soon?! They weren't supposed to fight much at all, but they were now forced into battle on their first day?! She knew that they didn't have much time so spoke up again to try and convince the intruder to reveal himself.

"If we end up fighting then you need to be placed in a safe location. We can deal with all the legal matters of this situation later, but as for now we need to get moving," she stressed to him. She didn't leave the room quite yet, waiting to see if she got a reply.

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A cramped bridge colored purple, blue, and silver was flooded with activity as their ship began their bombardment onto the city's surface below. A few of them wore silver body armor while most others were clothed in crisp silver military uniforms made out of stiff and hard looking fibers. The chalky white humanoids were made up of a diverse group both female and male as well as young and old. They had no hair anywhere on them. In place of their head hair was what looked like thorny scales of calcified skin overlapping each other like scale armor, this armor spreading down the back of their necks and upper back. Their two largest thorns were above their thin pointed ears. They had more of their scales on their forearms, extending up to their knuckles. Their nails were hard, thick, and pointy. On top of their spines are a narrow ridge that ended in a small spine near their tailbone, possibly where they lost a tail long ago in their development. Their eyes were purple, yellow, silver, and orange most common.

A well toned purple eyed one grinned, revealing painted black teeth, not uncommon among his people. Based on the extra decoration on his uniform it was clear that he was in charge. 

"To think, our humble war party will be the one to claim such a valuable prize," he boasted in a sly sounding voice, his voice speaking in an alien tongue other than Anolo, although he, like most of his people, knew how to speak it if need be. "I was right to assemble you all, my gallant comrades in arms, to take part in this mission. Sneaking by those mangy mutts called the Furzai and other IGCP ships was no easy task even given our advanced stealth systems. Color me impressed." 

"You're too kind, my lord," a female replied with a stiff salute before turning back to her work. She was one of the older looking ones, possibly in her 60s. Wisdom shone in her wrinkles and face as her eyes studied the computer screen in front of her.

They had no official military, war parties comprised of self appointed lords who were able to gather together a group of like minded individuals willing to serve them. They could be anyone that they fancied to be their companion, criminals or otherwise, unless it was a criminal to someone else's war party, in which case they'd have to fight over his or her release, often times quite brutally even in their civil wars. Men, women, and children alike grew up in their militaristic culture, and although children were often left out of things, it was not always the case, depending on wither on not the lord in question finds them more of use than a burden to them, in which case they might find themselves offered to join their "merry" little bands as well. War parties lasted for different lengths of time, sometimes indefinitely. This one was comprised of a team from his village specifically for the capture of the Exeralune. It appeared to be paying off so far, as both his ship and land team had successfully infiltrated the enemy. Now to execute the final phase of their plan and they'd return home as one of the most honored war parties. Maybe they'd name a holiday in their favor.

The man smiled again.