[right][b]Rear Admiral William Locke
Command and Control Centre[/b][/right]

William stood watching the readouts from the [i]Nyx[/i] as final preperations were underway. At this point the entire crew for the away mission was already aboard, and ready to go. He imagined Elijahs thrill at that, his peaceful vessel would currently be packed by amped up Marines ready to go and do something and scientists drooling over the possibility of actually doing something. He was no doubt loathing every second of it, and wishing that his smaller crew was all that was needed for the missions. Sadly it wasn't that simple, they needed the best experts available to determine whether or not this planet could actually be a home for them. The mission was simple, jump to the planet. Perform rudimentary recon and scans while orbiting, which would allow the science and defence teams time to prepare for the environment. Then once that was done, move in and land, deploying the teams as needed to get the best coverage possible. 

"Open the Nyx' bay doors." There was a 'yessir' off to his left "Put me through." While William would be able to seen by Elijah, no doubt a small hologram on one of the consoles of the smaller vessel, he was greeted by a giant visage of the commander. He keyed a command into his console and the image shrunk Elijah down to more of his normal size. 

"Commander, your mission is a go." After five long years, five long years he was sending people to a planet that had the possibility to support human life. This was truly groundbreaking, he had considered confirming the rumours to the Ark News Service (ANS) but had decided against it. He didn't want to get everyones hopes up only to have them come crashing down again, that wasn't what the ship needed right now. The ship needed hope, it needed direction. They couldn't afford to be building people up only to knock them down straight away. "NeedI remind you that I expect contact every hour with a status update, and to not allow anyone on this mission to undertake any unecessary risk. I don't want to lose crewmembers out there."

"Go there, get some nice samples and come back. Godspeed [i]Nyx[/i]. Admiral Locke, out."