A muffled scratching sound emanated from a supply closet, the denoting sign having been flipped to its clean side and '073' etched into the metal. Cramped for most people to be in, Kaite didn't mind the small space and went so far as to efficiently organize the various supplies to make room enough for a shelving unit to be repurposed as a desk of sorts. Behind it, Kaite knelt on his bedding, muttering softly to himself as he meticulously scratched another small fish into the metal wall with his knife.

[color=a187be]"...A bottomless sea...a bottomless sea..."[/color] he whispered, finely scraping the details of his newest work's scales to make it glisten in the light. Dozens of the figures clustered the corner and floor, disappearing under the blankets and pillows which hid the hundreds of others. Finishing the ordeal, the chimera fell silent, leaning in to almost touch the wall with his face. His eyes were wide, though he closed one to peer into small fish as if trying to see something through a keyhole and close enough where the dull mint green glow of his eye reflected from the fish's beautifully sheered scales. To be honest with himself, Kaite wasn't sure what he was looking for, but felt compelled to do so like how one thoughtlessly bites their nails. It was a use of his time which Tango disapproved of, which was why the security officer left the eyepatch on the desk with a pillow over it after discovering the AI received a feed of the sensors in it.
To that end, it was highly unclear what Kaite did in his closet after the first report of him supposedly vandalizing the ship shortly after arriving.

The muffled screech of Tango calling through his eyepatch was designed to call his attention, though Kaite merely tilted his head at first. [color=a187be]"Stones in rocks in sediment...circles making a square. Circles..."[/color] he muttered before shaking his head and standing and turning to don the eyepatch and dash out of his 'room'. There were few reasons why he would get a 'call to arms' and his presence was regardless requested. 
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The quick wake of stars bending betrayed the common jump, a carrier craft outfitted without weapons and a few dents in its hull. Shields burnt out from the jump, a flow of energy spiked around it as it was in the stage of recharging its defenses. Far from primitive, the shield must have had its own engine, and the fact that it had popped was a precursor to the events due to occur. Still, the fight it bore witness to must have been heinous judging by the gouge in its aft tail just above the engines. Thankfully, arcs of its armor and an otherwise second layer of 'warranty' shielding prevented it from being hewed from FTLT. (Faster-Than-Light-Travel)

A ripple cascaded as the burning wreck of a ship poured in from hyperdrive. Having already sustained damage, it was clear that the jump had been made out of foolish desperation as the stress of the journey had shredded the rest of its hull. Still, the armed craft turned, bending from the hole which had been knocked in its side and still smoldered with an eerie violet light. Engines flickered from the displaced power and it propulsed its way just out of range from a second ripple...then a third.
One of the new armed ships had a wing carved off with the similar light glowing from its stump. Unless it found a space dock, it was essentially crippled and unfit for another jump as hinted to from how its hull plates peeled around it after sustaining reentry.
The third, however, was in about as 'prime' condition that one could discern from the off-colored cobbled bits of material that made up its shell. Heavily armored, but violently scuffed along its front and side from a weapon which had crushed its shielding which barely managed to protect its crew from the same fate as its comrades.

None of them held any markings, though the second craft turned its auto-cannons on The Monroe before asserting a message, pervading the comms.
"We need your ship. You are outnumbered. We'll dump you safely, somewhere, but we don't have time to dispute such things" the auto-tuned message came through in barks of static. After a moment, the third ship turned to lock with The Monroe while the first wandered its way in front of the craft, making it apparent that running wasn't an option and making an attempt to run would end with the other two likely opening fire out of spite; reading showing the second and third ships' weapons were charging.
"You are to comply, unconditionally!  We are sending a vessel to obtain control and any motion will be considered hostile and warrant for...discipline. No hard feelings" the voice came again, the third craft maneuvering around The Monroe.