((Duck, it's the roleplay. The Supremes are how they are through reasons I don't care to explain. Deal with it, and don't nag in OOC. It'll make the Supremes dislike you longer.))

[b]Alexander's Descendents Contact[/b]
Nothing more was sent back as the Alexander-Descendents' ship went en-route, and the Supremes waited patiently. Once the small ship was in range of the massive Supreme Command-And-Control 'Centre-Ship', several tractor beam cannons emerged from the ever-spinning hull of the ship, locking onto the smaller ship and effortlessly dragging it into the spin, and towards an open hangar. While the tractor beams could of immediately pulled the ship into the hangar, the g-forces caused by an action would possibly have killed all life on board, and so the ship was brought in comfortably fast.

Once inside, holographic, translucent fencing appeared around the ship, leading a twisting pathway through m any other, more advanced Corvettes, Shuttles, and Bombers that all sat in the hangar bay. Little drones with 3 metal rods infinitely orbiting around them darted about, watching them to make sure they didn't step out of the line. As soon as one of the ship's passengers stepped onto the hangar floor, the holographic fencing changed a little, to have a "Warning: Do Not Exit The Designated Area. Existence Not Assured Outside The Designated Area." infinitely placed along the fence. The ground lit up, and the metal turned white in the center of the holographic fencing, blocking out the much darker grey color that dominated everything in the room.

[b]Equestrian Contact[/b]
"We will consider. In the mean time, we will leave you with this. If you gift magic to another race, or several races, never take it back. You gave a gift; it is theirs, not yours. And when you look for alliances, do not restrict other people's control, no matter how small. Always listen, and let the little ones grow and flourish."