Hach Diplomacy

"Acknowledged"
The Spirit of Endeavor shifted, it's engines going down to their low setting... yet is still moved rather fast as it glided gracefully through space before coming to a halt in the blackness. A single dropship launched from the Spirit Of Endeavor and flew through space and into the hanger, following the Docking instructions. As it landed inside, the turret mounted on the metallic container being carried by the drophip scanned the area, and then it's hatch cracked open. Four Synth Soldiers darted off, taking up positions around it and falling to a knee, scanning the docking area expertly. After them four Mech Soldiers stepped off after them, taking up position behind them and aiming over them, scanning the area with their plasma weapons. After them marched off four Elite Synth Soldiers in a square, an orangish crystal hovering between the four as they marched forwards. They were all deathly silent, their footsteps echoing as they did, a foreboding chorus as the soldiers took up positions and the Elites stood just after them, awaiting further instructions