[u][b]Juran Border Fleet[/b][/u]

The Marine shuttles approached and docked with the unfamiliar ships, using adapative airlocks that fit around and then sealed against foreign locks, before a dozen soldiers from every shuttle marched onboard. Each one was wearing light armor, with shoulder-mounted pulse lasers, carrying forearm-covering scanners on one arm and the handle to an unactivated energy weapon in the other. They fanned out, scanning for anything amiss for ships of the sort- major warheads, such as nuclear, thermobaric, thermonuclear, hydrogen, or antimatter sorts- and interesting technology. They thoroughly combed each ship, working in groups of two, cross-referencing the scanning data from each Jura with the others of each group, their Shipmaster watching the map grow in realtime. Meanwhile, the rest of the Juran fleet watched, passively, waiting for a report from their soldiers before they did anything else.

In the distance, the speeding reinforcements met up with and joined the border fleet, bolstering their numbers from measly to lowly.