The door slid open as Srath approached, revealing the bridge of the frigate. The oval room was filled with consoles and chairs that flowed from the shining walls and floor and the Rothians manning them. The captain sat in a chair in the center of the room, watching a large screen at the front of the room that showed the facility on the surface of the moon below. He turned his chair at the sound of the door opening to face Srath. 

Srath snapped to attention "Sir."

"At ease." Srath relaxed his stance. "There's an encoded message for you along with the orders for your transfer, the terminal in the briefing room has clearance to open it." he said, gesturing to a door to the side of the bridge. 

"Thank you sir." Srath snapped off a salute before making his way into the briefing room. The room itself was rather plain, an oblong table with a holo-projector in the center and the dozen chairs took up most of the room. As Srath took a seat in the nearest chair the table directly in front of him lit up with touch controls for the holo-display. 

As he brought up the message and it began decoding he couldn't help but wonder at the reasons for a transfer. He'd finally got a position on the world he'd been born to after being transferred all over the sector during the war. He'd been bounced from assignment to assignment for over a decade when the war ended, assisting local forces in routing out combatants from their entrenched positions. Finally the file had been decoded and the loading screen was replaced with several pages of orders.

"Pax?" He wondered aloud as he continued to read the orders. "Part of an inter-species team... Valued experience... Assignment to begin immediately?" He was surprised and a little annoyed at the sudden change. Normally they would give notice about a month in advance about transfers, maybe that was the cause of his unease but it could just be his annoyance clouding his thoughts. "To arrive at co-ordinates... Board transport and travel to Pax..."

'How the hell am I going to get to the transport?' He wondered.

The message ended with orders to delete the message upon completion of its reading, doing that Srath walked from the room back onto the bridge. The captain was standing waiting for him to exit.

"I've been ordered to give you access to one of our shuttles." The captain said, a hint of annoyance slipping through. "It will be ready for you in 15 minutes, you have that long to assemble your belongings." 

"Yes sir." Srath saluted the captain who returned one of his own before returning to his seat. As Srath made his way from the bridge his unease increased over the circumstances of the transfer. Frigates were not large ship and the loss of even one shuttle was not insignificant. Entering his room he quickly gathered his belongings before sending a call to the armory to have his armor and weapons sent to the hangar before heading there himself. The 5 person craft was waiting for him when he arrived, the deck officer told him his cargo from the armory had already been stowed. Thanking him he entered the ship.
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Srath stepped from the small craft that had been sent to the spaceport he'd arrived at not 10 minutes ago. The human driver had assured him all his belongings would be cared for and go where they were needed, carrying only the clothes he'd worn during the trip in a small bag and his large side-arm that rested heavily in its holster. In front of him was quite possibly the ugliest building he'd ever laid eyes upon. It looked as if some deranged architect had cut and paste designs from Rothian, Human and Sovereign architecture together. 

Once inside Srath was doing his best to hide his agitation at the horrendous design. He'd developed an interest in architecture on Anskaria, seeing the different designs of all the races the called the oceanic planet home. It seemed that the designers had taken all the worst or most obvious traits of the many races designs and smashed them together. 

He briefly considered tracking down the architect and hitting before entering one of the nearby elevators and taking it to the floor he'd been told to go to. Stepping out he saw more of the abysmal design along with a group that had gathered, composed of a couple of Rothians, Masulu, Dirophyds and a single human. 

'This must be my new team.' he thought before walking over to find a seat that could accommodate him.