With a sudden rush, Opus was hit by that all too familiar feeling of vertigo, when a ship goes out of warp. Regardless of whether it's a fighter or a battle cruiser, all ships seem to knock your senses out of you for a split second, at least according to him. After composing himself and swallowing back down the tiniest dribble of bile, Opus finally learnt of his destination: Pax, a wonderfully vibrant city world where nearly every space faring species in the known galaxy got together to buy the latest fashions and pointless mining rights squabbles. A large station, ornate and pristine was illuminated by the rising sun, hanging gracefully above the planet tethered by a thin, long tube to the surface. What must of been at least a thousand ships, of all shapes and sizes, hovered to and fro, warping in nearly as fast as others warped out. It was quite a breathtaking site, one that would get the attention of even the most jaded warrior.

Suddenly, Opus was snapped back to attention as he heard a transmission come through the ship's communicator, and a large holo of a human flight control officer was projected along the cockpit's windshield. "Halt! Your ship is not on the inbound arrival list. Please report to the nearest security -" There was a pause, and the officer flicked through some files. "Sorry for the Intrusion, Agent. You are cleared to land on deck 72, hangar 112. Have a pleasant day, sir." The holo vanished, and Opus manually flew his ship in, wondering how much more red tape would be attempted to be thrown at him. If there was one thing he could do, it was tear through security like no one's business. Hopefully, this new team he was joining would have similar advantages.
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Security had been tight, but Opus had managed to get through it with minimal resistance. Perks of being SpecOps, that most other government agencies simply lacked. It wasn't long before he was out walking through the corridors of the hangar, eager to get down to the surface and get underway. WHile he worked methodically and made others wait for him, Opus didn't like the same treatment directed at him. He boarded the elevator transport with several others that would take him to the surface, and took a seat casually, ignoring the stares he got from the civvies. Lazily watching the ships and lobbies that passed by them, he turned his attention to the slowly approaching surface of the planet, and sighed comfortably. Been too long since he had sat down in an actual chair.