Drakador_Chaos
Durendal followed through the facility, it kept the general resemblance of the hanger he first saw, sometimes becoming larger and more cavernous. It was clear that this was either detonated or dug out, as a cavern in that place would be nigh-impossible. Past corridors and more corridors they finally arrived at some kind of heavy cargo lift. Unbeknownst to Durendal and those who followed along, they had gone through multiple scanning places, though their metallic composition really did not help, they however decided to reinforce the security at this time, just in case.
The button was pressed and soon the lever descended with loud mechanical whirring and the clear demonstration of some powerful engines meant to lift things much heavier than it was right now, and it descended so for a while, the commander even leaned against the metal wall of it, one'd hear a sigh of tiredness if it weren't for the helmet. After some minutes though, they arrived at their location, thought it was clear that there were more floors underneath them. It was unclear at what depth they were, as this area seemed shielded against communications.
The visual change was evident, now the walls were concrete and the occasional bolted metal, distribution pannel or circuit breaker with thick wiring running from its top, the ceiling was lit by a sequence of evenly-distributed LED lamps, making the halls well-lit, and occasionally broken by suspecious circular metallic plates. The doors were some kind of heavy metal, the ones who were still manual seemed to have large and bulky levers to operate, the others had simple control pannels on the side, likely for access with keycard.
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The door of the elevator closed behind them. The musavians had taken off their helmet, revealing once again their faces, more pale than their comrades from the homeland, but still clearly the same species. The pressure of the place had changed, the elevator was likely some sort of pressure chamber on its own regard, thus allowing them to retract their helmets.
The commander shaked her hair and rubbed her claws on her ears and hair-like things on the back of her head, setting them straight as they were folded by the claustrophobic helmet, soon speaking up with the same voice she did earlier:
-"You are about to meet one of the M.I.S.E's assigned diplomats. You are to keep your hands atop the table and separated, your subordinates are to keep their hands on their sides. Do you have any questions?"
gearshift48
Teciro sat at the ship captain's chair, looking out at the beautiful grey planet that he lived in and defended, almost blending into the void of darkness that is space, it was poetic seeing the small speckles of green and blue, lights of the first surface cities surging from the ground, it was as if life was fighting back against the dead world, they were persevering, against the v--
TRANSMISSION INCOMING
Ugh, what was it now? Can't he have a single minute of rest? He pondered how long it was until vacation came so that him and his husband could finally take that trip they've been planing to Musavi to make a tour through Ghrafnaht, the colonies were nice, but they didn't compare to the capital, and to be honest his job was pretty tiering, from seeing what asteroid had triggered the alarms to repairing said satellites, this was the most action he had gotten in months.
BLIP
He touched the interface with the fingertip of his index finger, opening an automatically generated message by the satellite system, at least that saved a bit of bureaucracy, and, so far, kept the system well protected.
//ATTENTION
SUSPECIOUS WARP DETECTED AT COORDINATES
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VISUAL, ELECTROMAGNETIC AND RADAR SCANS FOLLOW ATTACHED//
By all means, the scans and imagery showed a ship was there, its floating pieces being held up by electromagnitization, triggering the alarms almost immediatly, he sprung into action, and soon FTL'ed into the surrounding area of the ship with 5 other I-3 ships, leaving another division to watch over the Iridestin ships.
Arriving at the location, their weapons were up, and the followin message was transmitted:
You are entering official M.I.S.E Territory in the system of Damadafu.
Further Un-permitted entry will be threated as trespassing and will be treated accordingly.
Identify Yourselves.
