[hider Online Systems] Automated defence grid Fabrication facility 001 Communications systems Stealth device Life Support Systems Psionic Relay 001 Scanning and detection systems Power Core 001 Propylaeum 001 Propylaeum 002 Propylaeum 003 Propylaeum 004 Propylaeum 005 Propylaeum 006 Propylon Chamber 001 Propylon Chamber 002 Processing Facility 001 [/hider] [hider Available Forces] x128 Defense Fabricants x1000 Warrior Fabricants x4 Doom Gliders x2 Night Gliders [/hider] When the pods landed, they were greeted by two large Obselisks that rose at least 50 meters into the air, sitting in a small clearing in the massive jungle. It was made of a dull dark red metal and had a strange series of symbols etched into the outside side of each one. On the south side of each Obselisk the was an rectangular alcove; Within each of these stood a tall, 6 foot skeletal metal construct, strange metal contraptions with transparent tubes clutched tightly in their left hand, hanging down. Empty metallic eye socks stared at the world. The two skeletons stood sentinel and far off in the bowels of the planet, the Starchilds far distant eyes stared out through theirs. A short, yellow alien creature with a large compound eye slinked from the undergrowth to investigate. The two warriors powered up and stomped out of the alcove, taking their weapons in both hands; the creature yelped in fear of these strange metal monstrosities and bolted off again. The warriors watched the drop pods intently, their weapons at a resting position as they waited for the commonwealth representatives to disembark. There were a number of lifeforms on this vessel; obviously they had brought a protective detail, as expected. The Starchild processed the information rapidly, storing it in her memory banks. It was basic information but it was a start. She transmitted back the equivalent in the language of her creators; It was cold and clinical, the elements were named simply Element One. Element Two. Element Three and so on. The numbers were in base 12. Their alphabet was filled with strange symbols, a number of which appeared to be very similar except formal line or two in a different location. Using the psionic relay the Starchild sent back a similar series of messages in a similar clinical fashion "Awaiting, holding, no combat" Meanwhile, Propylaeum 003 and 004 powered up, producing a white vortex in between them. Two metallic warriors marched out of it, moving to each Obelisk before taking up position in the small alcolve on each Obelisk, like soldiers entering guardboxes. They powered themselves down and the portal closed down again. The Starchild transmitted coordinates for Propylaeum 003 and 004, not that anyone could have missed that spike in energy anyway. Divide and conquer. [b]Arnor[/b] Tras approached the holographic command terminal and tapped a series of commands into it, transmitting their location and their activities back to their commanding officers. They received permission to disembark as few moments later and the shipmaster tapped in another series of commands, as per protocol for abandoning a vessel, even if for a short time. The Lorca Ship it's shields and awaited the approaching vessels, the crew collecting their equipment quickly; Life support and power systems were rapidly failing, it was unlikely they would recover anything they left behind any time soon. [@duck55223][@Ozerath]