[h1][center]SSV Glasgow[/center][/h1]
The invitation aboard the Resurgence was all the group needed. Travis sent the signal to ready the shuttle but just as he was about to leave another of his crew shouted. "Another contact looks like this one is late to the party." One of the bridge officers shouted, and Travis sighed. More, and more this was coming together they had only theorized there was alternate universes out there, but this seemed more, and more like the case as none of these ships seemed to fit in with on another, so that means they were all brought to this point for some reason. But who brought them here, and why? Not that he had time to reflect on the matter he opened a channel so all ships could hear his conversation with the Immaculate Aegis, last thing he needed was for them to think they were keeping secrets, they'd probably need to find a way to work together if they were to go back home anyways. "Aegis my name is Travis Elliot, captain of the Systems Alliance ship Glasgow. We have been invited aboard the Resurgence to discuss matters, as long as you hold true to the fact that you are non-hostile then I'm sure they will welcome you aboard as well. If you need a shuttle, I'm sure my crew can spare another one to pick up your detail. Glasgow out." He had his officer transmit it, then left the bridge.

As he made his way through the corridors he could see by the looks on his crews faces that they were just as confused as him, that they were well and truly lost. He could hear them whispering among themselves wondering what happened, what were these ships, where were they. All questions they had hoped to answer, and he hoped that this Empire that the commander of the Resurgence had mentioned did not decide to visit them today. When he finally made it to the shuttle bay the assembled operators stood at attention for him awaiting for him to address them. "I'm still not sure if this is a trap or not, but in the case that it isn't then I don't want any itchy trigger fingers, if it is then we do what we have done best, and show them why we sent the reapers packing. Understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Good, lets go before they start without us." With that they all piled into the shuttle, and left the hangar.

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The inky black of space was all Travis could see on his short shuttle ride, the operators in the shuttle chatting nervously among themselves, Laskey, and Wilkes sat on either side of him holding a quiet conversation. Both cut imposing figures in their armor, especially Laskey in that Terminus assault armor, he had picked it up somewhere when they stopped in the Terminus system, and it had proven it's worth before hand so Travis had let him keep it despite the fact that in Alliance space was non regulatory, and could of gotten them in trouble. Wilkes was only imposing due to the N7 emblazoned upon her armor, he doubted what any of these races would know what the N7 operators were capable of, or that Wilkes was an accomplished biotic. That could work in his favor, if negotiations went south.

As they neared closer, the shuttle pilot spoke over the comm to the bridge, requesting landing clearance, when it was given the shuttle moved to where it was told. They had arrived into a busy hangar bay with people moving to, and fro. But there was an escort waiting for them. "Laskey, Wilkes you're with me, the rest of you keep the shuttle safe." He ordered, before turning to his escort. He opened his jacket revealing he was unarmed, then explained to the escort that the only ones armed that were heading into this meeting were his guards. He didn't want their host thinking they had gone into this wanting to fight, but he knew if it came down to it they'd be ready to. 

With everything clear up, the escort bade them to follow, and they did. Winding through the ship corridors, and the turbolifts. Travis made sure to try to memorize the way back in case the worse happened, but he doubted that it would come to it. He imagined that those gathered here was just as confused as he was, and that if they started shooting one another they would remain confused. There would be no info, no star charts, no nothing. So he hoped the others would have the better sense to not shoot at one another, and just work things out. For he did not like the idea of being stranded here.

When they finally made it to the briefing room, they were told to wait. So they did taking their seats, his guards standing at either side of him. They didn't keep their weapons in hand, but judging by the way they stood they would be able to draw, and access their weapons incredibly quickly if push, came to shove. Travis sat down as far away from the broodmother as space could put him, she put him at a level of unease that he hadn't ever felt. He had only heard stories of the Rachni and her species very much reminded him of those stories, he didn't say anything to her. He just sat. Studying her, studying the room, and wondering what the other leaders would be like.