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"Meeting pending. This one detects no issues to discuss, may the Steelclaw state a reason for the meeting, on which attendance can be decided." Overseer said as his head began to glow. The patrol group, save for the Umbrae Intentus, moved towards the ancient craft, and began to tether it with someform of tractor beam. A few moments later, there was a 'cut' in space and the patrol group, along with the ancient craft, all vanished from sight, the cut sealing its self behind them, as the black of space consumed the strange hole. The Overseer nodded to a bridge officer and turned his head back to the view screen, awaiting a response. He tapped a few commands and ensured the engines were ready to transfer to the secondary universe