[b]AURORA-1 MAIN SEQUENCE STAR
High Corona Orbit
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Kindal waited inside the elevator for it to reach the hangar bays. It was an excruciatingly long ride given the circumstances. Slowly the elevators stopped and the giant bustlnig hangar bay revealed itself behind it. Kindal stepped through the door and let the thick oily air mixed fuel fumes fill his lungs. He spent most of his life in places like this, overseeing the construction of hundreds of military vessels at once. He was standing on a catwalk that ran along the walls of the hangar and provided a great vantage point on most of the facilities. Some cranes moved starfighters from the cargo bay into their designated positions, whilst some other were already being refueled and rearmed. The hulking escort cruisers loomed in the background, with the outermost one being swarmed by different repair and rearm droids as well as a few dozen enginners. 

Kindal was just beginning to walk down from the catwalks when a small group of Vixar and Kronsemar approached him with haste. "Overseer Kindal!" The Vixar in front saluted and the rest of them followed his example. Kindal narrowed his eyes and closesly examined the group. He saw the four Kronsemar husks that were supposed to be his excort, but the other four Vixar were also carrying guns and have equipped combat armor. What on earth could it mean? Kindal raised one of his hands from below the his robes and gestured at the Vixar party. "At ease Commandant. Explain the meaning of this." The Vixar in front pointed at the four droids behind him and frowned in disgust. "Why would you take these rustbuckets instead of us? We're well trained, we could defend you a thousands times better than these mindless tincans." The robots who didn't seem to take a liking to this comment spoke up one after the other to form one big sentence. "We calculate that your chances of survival - if the situation happens to escalate for some reason - are below the measely number of - 0.00016238365983 percent." The Vixar eyed the droids with killer gazes, but neither parties seemed to be at each other's throats. Yet.

On the other hand Kindal was enjoying this show quite a lot. He dropped the stone cold facade and smiled at the Vixar. "Calm down Nyugen, I have plenty of reasons to take them over your squad. I would not stray from your side in any battle, but I fear that you are too valuable of an asset to be put into such a dangerous situation." "But sir, that's non-" "Silence. I have made up my mind on this matter. I will take the husks to the meeting, and you are to prepare the batallion for breaking orbit and landing on Aurora to secure our asset. I doubt the husks could do that." Kindal gestured at the four husks who took up a tight formation around him. The Gashathi were a tall race, but the Kronsemar robots still towered over him with their impressive 3.4 meters. Nyugen was about to open his mouth again but Kindal silenced him with an angry glance. "This is the end of the argument Commandant Nyugen. Prepare your men and move out at first oppurtunity." The Vixar saluted in unison, their eyes still following the droids. "Understood Overseer." Kindal nod slightly and began treading towards his ship. "Dismissed." 

[b]FEW MINUTES LATER[/b]

Kindal was sitting in his command chair inside the command center of the corvette. This room was much, much smaller than the command bridge on the Gem. The whole 4 officers that made up the bridge crew sat around him in a circle with him being strapped into a gimbaling command seat with a large operating HUD in front of him. He entered the operating codes for the ship and the reactors flooded the room with the vibrant chime of systems booting up all at once. Soon the large holopad expanded it's functions from an ignition key to a fully operational command console. He checked his officers before initiating a call with the Gem. "Flight control, this is Sierra-Mike-One-Oh-Three, do you copy?" After some empty static the operator signs in with a huge sigh. "This is flight control to Overseer, you don't have to do this every time. We've got most of the data already on the computers, you don't need to report in so formally every time." The exhausted voice of the operator hinted that this wasn't the first time the Overseer triedout military jargon. Kindal replied with a huge smile on his face hidden behind his mask "I'm still so amazed with your species's military callouts. Before you we only had-" "Telepathic chec-and manual flight inputs, we know the story." Tactical Officer Matt seemed to have taken the place of the previous operator. "Overseer, I advise that you move out before things further complicate." Wait, did he say complicate? He wasn't gone for that long but seemed like something big has happened. Kindal signaled his 4 operators to launch the ship and he turned his whole attention to teh data stream on the operating HUD.

"I'm patching through, give me all the details Matt." As soon as he said that, a large window opened up with detailed sector scans and a completed map of the planet's surface and crust. "Since you've left the bridge, a number of unidentified vessels have broken concealment and are heading towards the [i]Destiny Ascendant[/i]. We've also spotted a small shuttle heading towards the ship, most likely belonging to the owners of the drone and presumed stealth ship." Kindal interrupted before the next sentence as he looked at the map with confusin. "Destiny Ascendant? Have you managed to decypher the names?" "Uhh, yes sir, the matrix finished the full conversion just a minute ago. We have linked all the transmitter data to the ships we scanned on the map." Matt stopped for a second, looking for his words. "Anyways, we've got one more craft heading towards the [i]Destiny[/i]. The desing patterns match that of the five stealth ships."
 
"Very good. I shall proceed with caution and use the SDDs to avoid giving away our position." Kindal was about to close the HUD when Matt spoke up in his earpiece again. "Sir, there is one more thing. We've confirmed the origins of the primary anomaly." The very atoms in the air seemed to stop in anticipation. Could this really be the end of their struggles? So easely attained after years of travel? Matt broke the silence first. "It seems to be a perfect match with the blueprints of the Sanctuary of Mak'shaL. The alloys of the sanctuary are blocking a deeper scan, but the computer has made a 99.999% match." Kindal felt like his whole world took a turn. He took off his mask and laid it in his laps. Kindal hoped that his Gashathi will thank him for his discovery. The vault of one of the greatest Hirule was so close he could almost feel the desert sand on his face. 

Kindal was reminded of his missions by a long blip coming from his communicator. He put the helmet back on his head and accepted the transmission. "Sir? Your disappeared so suddenly. What has-" "Matt, this is no time for idle chatter. Patch me through to Commandant Nyugen." The answer came in the form of a long silence and then the sudden bark of Nyugen "Yes Overseer?" "I hope that you have your troops prepared. You are to immidiately depart to the planet and secure the are around these [i]co-ordinates[/i]." Kindal forwarded the locations of the palace to the commandant and the signaled for his crew to begin the flight towards [i]Destiny Ascendant[/i]. "Sir, we've confirmed the location to be deep below a large town. How should we proceed." It didn't take too long for Kindal to answer with an apprpriately simple and short answer. "Cleanse it." With that, he cut the comms and prepared for the SDDs of his ship to fire up as they leftt eh hangar bay.

[b]HIGH ORBIT AROUND AURORA-1, LEAVING GEM PROXIMITY[/b]

When the ship finally left the strongest part of the sun's gravity well, the crew began furiously working on their consoles. Soon enough a number of warning lights illuminated the cabin. A synthetical voice began a countdown as the crew strapped themselves tighter into their seats. "Short Distance Drive initiating jump sequence in five. Four. Three. Two. Jump sequence initiated." With a thunderous boom and a blinding flash of light, the ship entered FTL travel for less than a few seconds and exited about a 400 kilometers away from Destiny's Ascendant. The cries of bending metal echoed through the cabin several times until they finally died out. "Jump succesful. System strees nominal. We're good for docking manouvers." Kindal acknowledged the information and opened a direct channel with the [i]Destiny[/i]. "This is Grand Overseer Kindal'Q of the first Gashathi Signularity speaking. We come in the hopes of establishing a positive first contact with your species." [i]Even if it doesn't matter once the rest of the Gashathi get here[/i], but Kindal didn't want to add that to his speech. This time, his mission required no-one to be shot. The pilot of the ship took over the broadcast, hoping that his military expertise would be more helpful in not getting shot than the Overseer's diplomatic message. "Sierra-Mike-One-Oh to [i]Destiny[/i], we are transmitting our transpoder codes now. On vector for approach, ETA 4 minutes. Requesting docking protocols." The pilot turned back to the Kindal who seemed to be pleased about the current situation. "Well done. Make sure that we are ready for liftoff any second." He walked out of the command center and went down the hatch leading into the docking bay of the corvette. The four Kronsemar husks stood in full combat gear in the small room, their heads eerely following the movement of the Overseer and their guns readied and aimed at the door. "Switch from threat level one to two. We are here for diplomacy and not an assault on their ship." The droids lowered their guns and took on a more neutral pose, their fingers still in the proximity of the trigger. "God, I hope this won't go terribly wrong."