The armored trio was greeted by a faira guard and brought to what looked like a briefing room or movie theater of sorts. Seated in one of the seats was a familiar face- well, suit.
“Greetings, Commander. Good to see you again.” Taking their seats, Carthus resumed. “Again, thank you for the invitation. These are Adept Eros Adaris, our chief engineer...” He said gesturing to the man to his right in bright orange armor with a bulkier exosuit, “...and Prefect Alestra Fien, marine company commander.” This gesturing to a smaller female, her armor laden with magazines and other pouches.

With the introduction over, the Narix turned their attention to the hologram. Their host put up quite a show. The engineer of the group took note of 22 ships coming through a single, massive jump point. Even though Narix vessels travelled through a shared intersystem corridor, each ship formed its own subspace window upon entry and exit. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of strain the ship maintaining the jump point, likely the destroyer, was being put through.

Initially, neither of the Narix was exactly sure what was so special about two ships docking, regardless of their size. Narix docked their Warlords to stations and to each other all the time to transfer supplies, personnel and many other reasons. But as the Commander revealed more and more about the way the ships were being controlled, it became as clear as filtered water. “So every time you have to dock two ships of this size, your helmsmen ought to book shore leave in advance? If so, why bother? Wouldn’t two three-axis controllers cut it just fine?” The marine asked.

“Out of the ordinary? Hah, if only.” The chief engineer thundered and leaned forward to examine the red lighting around the two destroyers. “Last I’ve seen something like this was a high-voltage transformer malfunction, except this lightning storm right ‘ere is, for some reason, deep red. Pray tell, does that have any adverse effects on the ships? Sensors? Communications? Crew? And if so, how do you counteract them?”

“Very informative, Commander, thank you.” Ascari turned from the projection to the Commander. “However, as much as I hate to be the one constantly pulling work into everything, I believe we still have something to discuss. We have selected candidates for the positions you have requested. They are waiting in the Latanos’ starboard hangar to be sent to their respective ships. Problem is, no one has bothered to tell us who is meant to go where, and sadly, this goes both ways. I trust we can sort that out while we are here?”