Vasishka tolerated the Scroungers because the Federation demanded it. However, the Federation bore no patience of uninvited guests. Their sanctioned motto of every incoming alliance read:

[b]“Sojourner beware.”[/b]

A simple translated Ygdra’ali phrase whose significance amplified since the emergence of prohibited flight from the Hub. Although a careful review of the Captain’s myriad of logs of undocumented visitors will proclaim little prosecution for those perceived as unwelcome. However, Vropda’s certainty, which was a coveted trait she continuously sharpened with every passing centisecond, lessened by the cursed consistency of the heavy expedition of the hinted Federation's official’s three feet based gallop. These same tripod sentries, famed to be challenged by previous unauthorized foreigners, [i]could[/i] release cryptonymic automatons to not only exterminate [i]said[/i] anomalies but to root their respective asteroid nest or home planet, and forever label their species as a potential threat in regards to future dealings. 

All soon saw the errors of their meddling interstellar ways. Moreover, these couriers of stateliness were robotically immune to bribes and threats.

Fortunately, renegades within the Ragnarov Fleet were internally liquidated by the Council, if not rehabilitated for glorious compliance. Gavin’s value to Creft’s sister could not be smoldered, as she quickly engineered a travelling circumvention for the Aeon.

The techno-bureaucrat diplomatically soon infiltrated the space between Librom and Vropda, chirping in an analog tone, hoisting a tray, filled with sparkling metal.

[b]“Chips, please!”[/b]

The Exoframe next to the gravity manipulator rapidly provided several collective passports, stamped with the Universal Nova’s encrypted seal and each individual’s genetic code, heralding almost complete and pervasive recognition amongst a multitude of galactic governments. Her sensors detected the finalized return of imperceptible, fluttering nanobots, quickly departing from the Trinity Scout’s scalp.

A specific whispered frequency to Gavin was emanated.

[color=orange]“Apologies for the formality of my slight physical intrusion. Our DNA and credentials must match, or they will sense foul. You comprehend, don’t you?”[/color] 

The pentaped pen pusher, once finished with the identifications, issued virtual permits, called Demo-Cles (DC for short), that dangled above each Exoframe and their latest affiliate, announcing their allegiance to the Scroungers, the date of arrival, those comprising the Council, and a countdown for the planned duration of their excursion, which currently remained empty due to the travel ban.

[b]"Welcome, citizens!"[/b]

[color=orange]“Good! Let’s seek Abasil, then. The prompts point to his presence nearby.”[/color]

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