[b]Destiny Ascendant Hangar[/b]

Raldyr watched the speaker of the purple craft as he spoke in shorter fragments, assuming he was trying to get his speech across. From what the translator program and the body movement, it seemed he was claiming to possess the planet.

[i]"I believe he calls himself the Fleetmaster. We're seeing matches from earlier broadcasts now. Try to keep them talking."[/i] Artenan was monitoring the translator back aboard their ship, interjecting when he could if they found something new.

The brown kyrian nodded to himself, focusing on the Fleetmaster. "You claim to own this planet. Only one site shows your kind. Several of your ships have come since our arrival. I believe that this planet is not yours." Raldyr's voice echoed quietly in the hangar, its almost musical tone seeming out of place amongst the other dialects.

Unsure of the name of the taller alien, but fathoming a guess based on what he had said, Raldyr turned to Kindal next. "The same goes to you, Kindal." The parroting of the name was eerily accurate. "Ships of similar form to your shuttle have been seen on the surface, fighting over the same site. What is down there?"

He hoped that he could be understood by these two, without having to sound as ridiculous as the Fleetmaster.

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[b]AURORA ORBIT
Shadow Star coordinates[/b]

There was a subtle twist in the space near [i]Shadow Star[/i] as a warp conduit opened up on them. In another moment, a large vessel, glowing for a while before its hull radiated the strain of the jump away, appeared a few kilometers from the Cindorian stealth craft. The antique battlecruiser maneuvered to match orbit and intercept with the cruiser, which now decloaked in a bright flash of pent-up heat before cooling to a less detectable temperature.

Minutes later the two ships had berthed, the crew complement of the [i]Shadow Star[/i] filtering onboard through the docking tunnels where they were greeted by a relieved Captain Lyra. Many of the new staff manned turret substations, the rest distributing themselves amongst the shield and sensor tuners.

"Commander Kel'ar." Lyra saluted the superior officer as the former stepped aboard the newer vessel, stretching in the increased breathing room of its hallways. "Thank you for the reinforcements."

The black kyrian dipped her head in acknowledgement, motioning to be at ease. "You certainly needed them. This ship isn't fit for proper combat with just its bridge."

Lyra cocked her head, showing a bit of a smirk. "I'll have you know that we have some of the Corps' most talented operators on board... at least, when they aren't off on an alien craft."

"Perhaps. At least you can breathe in here, I can't imagine how my father coped on that old thing." Kel'ar chuckled, before changing the subject to the matter at hand. "About these peace talks; I've been instructed to hold here and observe the situation, act as a more immediate authority if Command loses your signal. They've been noticing some periodic disturbances and don't want to take any chances."