Dumb
Whilst the MISE fleet seemed to be unreacting towards its peers in The Needle, when they made their way to approach the Anomaly, Danger Zone - 2 "Sea of Shards" and, thus, the large Anvil piece that still remained, about half of the weapons on the fleet simultaneously aimed towards the ships, tracking the movement.
Whilst this volume of weaponry from the MISE would be enough to scare anyone, what would really worry the vessels were the two, never seen before large weapons mounted on the three of the larger ships, large and black monoliths obscuring an interior, aiming a black void straight towards the center of the Pioneer classes. Unbeknownst to them, they were Gravitic Snap cannons, still an experimental tech, that they hoped to test here, if the necessity came to be.
However, no weapons rung. Instead, a singular transmission intercepted the vessels:
You are on an Approaching Vector towards the detachment this flotilla was designated to defend.
Identify yourselves immediatly or change vector immediatly.
Failure to comply will result in immediate security force measures.
=========================================================================
BattleCruiserCommander
It seemed as if the MISE fleet aimed its weaponry to two ships which moved deeper into The Needle, towards the center of The Anvil's cloud. However, the ship could only hear scrambled bits from a transmission, seemingly, communication between the approaching ships and the MISE fleet that remained there. (This is due to the direction of the transmission and the tulmutuous plasma clouds scaterring the transmission effectively, letting rebounds be broken up and hard to distinguish amidst the natural sensory noise of the cloud).
Besides that, there didn't seem to be much movement in the place, the fleet itself remained somewhat at a standstill, angled slightly relative to the approaching ships. With the better look, it would seem, to the Redford ships, that they sported some guns that evidently weren't within the catalogue of GL&M, or even in data acquired about the MISE military. Seemingly, brand new black monolithic constructs, two of the three aiming at the approaching vessels.
The interior of The Anvil was a jungle, as if constructed and reconstructed a thousand times by the hands of the fools who lost their knowledge to idiosyncratic workship. Threadways, railings, packets of minerals and steel once moved to and fro within tight hallways reeking of oil, now scattered about to the will of cosmic winds, not a single soul to tell the tales of its productive halls.
Through the winding pathway, into the dormant belly of this beast of metal, the team of ARF operatives moved, it was a maze densely packed which once occupied roughly a planet's size, now reduced to only a slice, literally and metaphorically, of its glory. Slowly, the corridors of the forgotten light blue steel turned into a regal gold-addorned white, though they drew closer, their journey had just begun.
