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[center][h1]The Resurgence[/h1][/center]
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[b]Location: Resurgence - Briefing Room.[/b] [center][b]Star Date: Unknown.[/b][/center] [right][b]Communications: All species onboard the Resurgence.[/b][/right]

Yiithren and his entourage remained silent the whole trip, examining the LAAT and humanoid creatures who piloted it with great interest instead of making small talk. While their technology wasn't as impressive, the current transport they were in felt and looked more like some kind of pre-space age pile of junk rather than an actual ship, it still managed to sail rather smoothly through the cold void of space. He had to hand it to these creatures. As primitive as they were, they did manage to construct quite sturdy craft. Even Strevrols had changed his original view, which had been outright refusal to even board the thing on the basis it looked like a death trap, once he had boarded and they had disembarked. A miracle really, as his chief engineer was the most scrutinizing bastard he knew when it came to foreign technology...

"We're here." One of their escorts said matter of factly, bringing an abrupt end to Yiithren's reverie. Odd. He'd been so caught up in his own musings, he'd completely missed the fact that they'd landed. Kurqruik and Strevrols had already disembarked and were waiting for him outside the craft in a well lit area, most likely one of the Resurgences main hangers.

Nodding to the man, Yiithren made his way out of the LAAT and into the brightly lit hanger bay beyond, his tentacles making slight slapping sounds as he traversed the ships metal floor. Taking a moment to examine his new environs, Yiithren took note of the overall construction of the craft. It was rather plain looking, all dull greys, and mostly angular in layout. Quite unlike the ornate style used by their own craft. His eyes narrowed slightly. Perhaps it was better, more efficient. Then again, perhaps not. Either way, it was still the most boring and aesthetically unpleasing thing he'd ever seen in his life... 

"If you'll follow me." The man from earlier said as he stepped out of the LAAT and strode over to the three alien invertebrates.

Yiithren nodded, burbling slightly as his thoughts were interrupted yet again, and followed the man, his first mate and chief engineer in tow. After several minutes of walking, or shambling in the Cantharians case, they eventually arrived at a rather sizeable room in which a circular table with numerous seats sat. It appeared as though the delegations from the other ships had already arrived before them. Somewhat awkward, but not a complete disaster appearance wise. He took a moment to examine the others, most of which were noticeably similar in appearance barring a few exceptions. The main one of which was a rather fearsome looking woman who, while sharing the overall shape of the other species gathered in the room, couldn't be more different in terms of actual appearance. Blinking slowly as he finished his examination, the captain and his group laid claim to the nearest empty chairs they could find, quickly pressing their boneless masses into the cold metal objects.

Turning his attention back to the rest gathered, Yiithren decided to remain silent until Erthos arrived. Since this was his vessel, he'd be the one calling the shots here, not these others. 

And until he showed up, there was nothing that needed to be discussed.