[b]SHUTTLE B-1[/b]
[b][i]Destiny[/i] main hangar[/b]

The craft touched down with a gentle click as the mag-lock engaged, the whine from the engines spooling down filling the cockpit for several seconds before there was relative silence. Arelya disengaged the door locks and the electrical polarization of the cockpit screen, brightening the interior of the shuttle and allowing the hangar a glimpse inside as her head swung snake-like out of view.

"Radios have a communications uplink with our ship?" Arelya glanced at a terminal over Raldyr's shoulder, checking before he answered.

"Yeah, relay on the shuttle reads green. I hope that it translates enough to make some sense." He shrugged, flicking off the display and stepping to the door, releasing the manual latch and giving it a firm shove. It swung open overhead, folding in half on the way to save space. A short ramp folded down at the same time, the two kyrians stepping off of the craft onto the hangar floor.

Stepping forward to the nose of the shuttle, Arelya glanced at the other craft uneasily. Its design gave her a slight shudder down her spine, the beings who had gathered around it not helping either. [i]"I'm not sure what I expected,"[/i] she spoke to Raldyr over her direct radio, [i]"but they were not in my list."[/i]

[i]"Agreed."[/i] The comms officer stepped slightly forward, pleased that he was not [i]that[/i] much shorter than the [i]Destiny's[/i] crew. "Greetings. I am Raldyr of the vessel [i]Shadow Star,[/i] chief communications officer." He looked at Arelya, left wing twitching outward in a pointing gesture. "This is Arelya, our weapons operator and acting shuttlecraft pilot. We come only to seek information on a broadcast we received from this system." All his speech came from the implant embedded in his chest, Raldyr remaining otherwise motionless. "Am I translating correctly?"

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[b]BETA STARDOCK
Hasrya System[/b]

Kel'ar scanned over the crews she had been assigned to as they organized in the Beta dock, the large grey and black vessel they were about to board fully visible though the large windows of the starport. It surprised her that they kept such an old design in active service. Although, it would be a shame to decommission the famous craft. Sixty years prior, its predecessor by name had made first contact with several alien races. Now it would help in establishing relations with more.

The black kyrian stood, stepping forward with a chirp from her radio to get the attention of the officers. "Bridge crew, report to stations. Alpha section, you are to man engineering and sensor positions. Beta detachment, you may board at ease, but be prepared for prompt offload once at rendezvous site. We are go for departure in ten." Silently the crew filtered into the boarding tunnel, the [i]Aurerra[/i] receiving a breath of life that came only rarely. Kel'ar followed behind the main body of the crew, taking her time on the way to the bridge through the comparably pinched hallways for her kind. [i]"Damn old crew passages. I prefer the [/i]Archangel."