[b]HIGH COMMAND[/b]
[b]Hasrya System[/b]

The officer on the line with [i]Shadow Star[/i] leaned back in his chair, listening to their latest transmission. Their hail had been received, and they had launched a shuttlecraft to rendezvous with the other craft. Several new and seemingly hostile entities had also appeared, and now they were asking for reinforcements.

"Anything we send your way will take several hours to arrive. It doesn't seem advisable, not with how quickly things are evolving at your location."

[i]"We won't be able to stay here for much longer without help. What about the Gate? Lock it to our signal, send a transport with a crew detachment. Soldiers, security officers, someone. We're running barebones here."[/i]

"That would attract a lot of attention. If you can head to the edge of the system, it would still take an hour. We cannot advise it." The man swiped through a list of all ships at the ready, double checking every one. "We just don't have anything that can make the trip without alerting the whole system."
The officer started at a sudden cough behind his chair, having forgotten he was being watched. "Sir?"

"There's a ship. Hand over the line." The kyrian stepped forward as the man relinquished the spot at the console. "[i]Shadow Star,[/i] this is the Admiral. We have a ship that can make the journey to you. It will not be able to provide any additional firepower, but it can carry enough crew to staff your vessel. Are you still requiring assistance?"

[i]"...Sir! Yes, we are in need of at least a full staff, but what vessel are you sending?"[/i]

"AURI-1. She can make the trip in minutes. I'll have my officers send a notice when it is underway. Command out." Spirion cut the line, turned to walk out of the tactical floor, but addressed the officer at the station. "Notify Commander Kel'ar that we require her on-duty at dock Beta in fifteen minutes. And call up a staff for a type [i]Azkar[/i] and a half staff for a Federal BCS designation. You'll find the records somewhere, I'm sure."

"Of course, sir."
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[b]SHUTTLE B-1[/b]
[b]En route to Destiny Ascendant[/b]

Arelya tweaked the nav map on her seat, checking that they were still heading to the rendezvous coordinates. They were only a few minutes out now, close enough for the shuttle's optical sensors to pick up the [i]Destiny Ascendant[/i] ahead. Behind her, Raldyr opened a channel to the cruiser. "[i]Destiny Ascendant[/i], this is shuttlecraft Bravo-One, three minutes to target. Requesting docking protocols."

Both wore almost fullbody uniforms, resembling standard Star Corps attire; mostly black, with stripes of grey and green breaking up the neck and shoulders. Underneath was a fine mesh of steel and composites, which would block most light firearms and stop gauss drivers from becoming immediately lethal. In the back of the craft were two exosuits, and both kyrians sported a single [i]kalbiir.[/i] The plasma blade, currently all but invisible on the joint of the right wing, was more for show and ceremony than anything else. In a pinch, it could prove invaluable.

"Captain says we're seeing more ships jumping in. I hope this meeting is quick."