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Thaz did know who it was she was looking for, even if she was not entirely sure where to find them. She had seen both of the bounty hunters during their boarding of the Imperial vessel, and one in particular stood out like a broken claw. Orange and red were not the most inconspicuous colors for a combat suit.

The Resurgence was a large enough ship that Thaz did reluctantly need to ask around to try to find either of the bounty hunters. She was not under any particular orders of secrecy from the Shipmaster, but she was in something of a hurry and did not want to stand around answering questions about her business on the ship. Depending on how the bounty hunters answered her, she may or may not need to hurry and catch back up to the rest of her team. She was either going to end up helping the bounty hunters or Eri, but seeing as she would get paid more if the bounty hunters accepted the offer, she knew what she would prefer.

Fortunately, Thaz was correct about Samus being rather conspicuous, and she was quickly pointed in her direction. Thaz ended up spotting Samus from clear across the mess hall pretty much immediately. She was even taller than Thaz remembered. She somewhat reminded her of one of the Humans' Spartans, and if what they had seen on the bridge of that ship was any indication, she was about as deadly. If not more. In theory, at least. No one had yet really seen her fight substantially.

Wasting no time, Thaz walked straight up to Samus at her table. Thaz was wearing the same armor she had been as a part of the boarding party, so she might have been recognized, though in any case, she certainly stood out among the crew of the Resurgence. Even in her armor, her form still appeared slender and smaller than the average Human due to her natural posture, even though she was technically taller than most. "You, bounty hunter, right? Samus?" Thaz asked. She could speak the Human's language, though her voice was rather harsh and raspy. "Shipmaster has an offer for you. How would you like to trade for tech?"

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Location: Blathriin-Va - Engineering Deck.
Yiithren had returned to his ship, notified Kurqruik of the situation and explained the appearance of the strange ship outside, and headed straight towards the Va's engineering deck where Strevrols was busy looking over some readouts floating in the air nearby. Upon arriving he told him how the meeting had gone, making sure to mention his offer to provide some of their tech to the other ships in their fleet in a way that didn't immediately draw more of his chief engineers ire.

Thus he found himself waiting, rather tensely, for Strevrols response. Surprisingly, however, he didn't fly into a rage at the suggestion. In fact he seemed oddly supportive of it.

"Well we're stuck here right? And the only way to get back is to get rid of this Anubis fellow?" He asked, dismissing another report.

Yiithren nodded.

"Then I see no problem with giving the others some of our tech to use. Besides, I'll have to inspect their ships personally to see where I can make modifications as it is, so I could gather some valuable intel on them and whatever technologies they use in the process." Strevrols, noticing the icy glare his captain was giving him, quickly reassured him. "Simply for securities sake. Never know what those primitives might be plotting behind our backs. Besides, I suspect the Council will question us about our abrupt disappearance from the Swawomia system, so it would be prudent for us to learn as much as we possibly can while we're here. Accuracy is a cornerstone of our society after all."

Yiithren let out a short burble. Strevrols was right, to an extent anyway, yet he still couldn't be entirely certain that his chief engineer had fully given up on trying to spearhead an invasion into this universe. He couldn't just lock him up in a sleep pod however, there was protocol to follow. Until he actually went and did something, he was innocent. Nodding to himself, Yiithren left Strevrols to his work and went back up to the bridge where he sent a message back to Faluls ship.

"If you need engineers, my chief engineer Strevrols is willing. He will need transport however, as we have no shuttle craft of our own."

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As Samus lazily swiped her finger across the screen to view another star system, she would see a particular looking alien approach her table from the edge of her visor. It was a reptilian-based character, akin to prehistoric non-avian raptor dinosaurs found on Earth, with small patches of feathers situated on its head and elbows while still being mostly covered in battle armor. It looked as if it could fit in with the space pirates - with even its snout vaguely resembling to that of a particular space dragon she so despises. The bounty hunter didn't seem to recognize the character initially, but she was soon quick to recognize it as one of the aliens involved with the Sangheili group. Did it want to speak to her?

Samus titled her arm away as the holo-map turned off, allowing her to get a good look at the alien creature.

"May I help you?" the armored bounty hunter asked the alien bluntly.

The reptilian asked if she was indeed the bounty hunter, Samus Aran, in which the latter responded with a nod.

"I am." she affirmed, "And what would you want from me?"

"Shipmaster has an offer for you. How would you like to trade for tech?"

Samus pondered on that offer for a quick moment. For starters, she truly wasn't expecting that kind of response so early on. And the fact that they were trading with their own unique tech instead of credits was... an appropriate offer. Considering that they too were not part of this universe, it wouldn't make sense for them to pay her with their world's worthless currency in this universe, let alone having enough of this world's own credits anyways. It would most certainly be tech that Samus wouldn't be 100% keen on, however she suspected that their tech couldn't be that different to what she was used to. She should hopefully be able to adapt to them rather quickly in the best case scenario.

Still, there were questions that the bounty hunter had to ask.

"My bounty hunting services for your tech?" Samus asked cautiously to be sure as she shifted back in her seat, "That depends. What kind of tech can you guys hook me up with? And what kind of jobs do you guys offer?"

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Thaz gave a quick grunt, briefly looking over Samus' armor from head to toe. "Don't know. Depends on what you need. We don't know much about you; that armor, your ship. Might be we've got nothing to offer you. Doubt it, though. Trust me, Shipmaster pays well if you earn it. Best Sangheili I've worked for. All business, no religion. Sure there is something he can pay you with. Maybe upgrade that ship, maybe that armor?"

Deciding on a quick demonstration, Thaz engaged her active camouflage module, suddenly fading from view right in front of Samus. There was the shimmering in the air that was just noticeable as she moved around behind and to the other side of Samus, though it was only easy to notice because Samus had already been looking at her. She took the beam rifle off of her back and propped it up against the table as she uncloaked, so that she could sit down properly in the chair beside Samus.

"Shipmaster wants the credits this galaxy uses." Thaz continued. "We'll probably need them. So, you get credits for him, he shares some of our best tech. And he'll go through all the trouble of figuring out how to get it to work on your suit, or ship. Good deal, I say. What else you going to spend them on? Once we do all go back home, any credits you get here will be worthless. Trash. Garbage. Got to spend them here on something that means something. Just depends on what you need. What you want. You want armor equipment? Active Camouflage? Shields? Holograms? Anti-grav pack? Guess it depends on what that suit can handle. What powers it?"

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Before even replying to Yiithren, Falul had already ordered for a phantom to be prepared. "Very well, I am sending a phantom to you. Relay it docking instructions on its approach. Your chief engineer will have the full cooperation of a Huragok, and other relevant crew."

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"Understood." Yiithren replied, sending the appropriate instructions for docking whilst simultaneously calling for Strevrols, who arrived on the bridge a few seconds later.

Everything was in order. All that was left was to await the phantoms arrival.

DAEDALUS // THE FLEET

Rodney McKay was pouring through data from the shipyard. They had managed to activate a number of 'resource collectors' that seemed to fly around gathering resources which then were converted into some form of energy to later be used in great big forges. There were a couple of blueprints in the ship's databanks however they had decided to wait until they knew more about the specifications before building anything. Afterall there was no point building anything until they knew if it needed to be upgraded, which from their initial reports seemed to be the case. After all the designs had no shielding, except for something called a 'defence field frigate' but from what he and Hermiod had surmised so far was that the field only protected against energy bolts by way of creating some form of interference. A valuable technology however it wasn't much in comparison to Asgard shields. Hermiod was currently on the bridge of the Shipyard with a team of marines helping to co-ordinate their efforts. He had seemed insistent on going there so that he didn't need to interact with the crew of the Va. For some unknown reason, Hermiod after reading their file seemed unwillingy to have anything to do with them.

Rodney climbed into the Jumper full of their team as well as a contingent of marines. Nodding at Sheppard, who had a surprisingly smug look on his face. "What?"

"Oh, nothing." Rodney turned to Ronon with a raised eyebrow.

"Turns out in the Glasgows universe they have a John Sheppard that looks just like him. He's some kind of hero of humanity."

Rodney rolled his eyes. "You realise that wasn't you right?"

"Yes. I know Rodney. I just find it interesting that I exist in another universe, and still somehow manage to be an intergalactic space hero."

"Yes, I'm sure their Sheppard has a tiny ego too."

The Jumper raised from the deck and manoeuvred out of the hangar towards the Aegis. The console trilled as they received docking instructions, the jumper moving carefully into the massive bay before eventually setting down. As the door opened Rodney, Ronon and a couple of marines all stood up and walked out. Rodney turned back to the ship as it took off, tapping his radio. "Try not to have too much fun on your adventures Sheppard."

"Oh. I will." Rodney just smiled as the Jumper departed for the Glasgow, part of their contingent aboard on the scouting mission it was performing to Coruscant. The supposed heart of the Empire. He had been sceptical of the plan to go to the capital, but apparently it was some form of megacity world where thousands of ships and billions of beings came and went every day. So he liked their chances.

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The jumper from the Daedalus and the phantom carrying chief engineer Strevrols arrived in the Aegis' primary hangar at approximately the same time. It was a singular, massive space half a kilometer in length, with hundreds of fighters, dropships, and ground vehicles all neatly organized within, though it did not seem to be filled to capacity. With some rearranging, even a ship the size of the Daedalus looked like it would fit within. Indeed, as a pair of Unggoy were leading the group through the ship, it would be hard to escape how spacious it all seemed. Even between chambers, the hallways were designed for the larger Sangheili, and so felt tall and wide by Human standards. In contrast to the Daedalus, the architecture of the Aegis' interior, much like its exterior, seemed to avoid most flat surfaces and sharp angles in favor of smooth curves.

Fortunately, the group was not made to walk several kilometers to their destination, as there was an interior transport system to take them to the appropriate section of the ship. Though, instead of a tram, it made use of gravity bridges that accelerated an individual at high speed while suspended in a gravity field, which might have been unnerving to those unaccustomed to it. Walking through the halls afterwards, they did pass by plenty of members of the Aegis' crew, mostly Unggoy and Sangheili of minor and sometimes major rank. Some simply ignored them, but several of the Sangheili in particular gave them long stares as they passed by, though without knowing more about Sangheili expressions, one could not tell if they were looking at them with suspicion, or simple curiosity. In any case, it took less than ten minutes for the Unggoy to lead the group to their final destination.

"Alright, this is the science...place." One of the Unggoy remarked just before the door's lights flashed white, then opened in front of them. As with many of the other rooms and chambers they had passed, it was a fairly large room, but this one had a mess of equipment scattered around on the tables, on crates, and along the walls without too much obvious organization. Though, what would stand out immediately was the fact that not every object was of the same alien origin as the rest of the Aegis...and the fact that one of the two beings in the room was Human. She had pale skin, red hair, and wore a sleek white and black uniform that bore a small insignia depicting a pyramid set inside of a circle. The other, perhaps more expected individual in the room was a Sangheili, though he had quite a distinct look compared to most of the others they had seen. Instead of armor, he wore clothing that seemed to be made from animal hides, and even a large, thick fur cloak. It all had the appearance of being handmade, though with good craftsmanship.

The Human woman gave a quick look up from her laptop when the door opened. She looked briefly surprised, especially as her gaze met Strevrols, but she nevertheless had a friendly tone as she spoke. "Oh, hello. Has it been that long already? I think I lost track of time. Um, anyways, you must be the scientists and engineers Falul mentioned. Just, uh, have a seat, if you can find one. Sorry about the mess, by the way. Narak and I have been trying to get all our equipment out of storage and set back up. We weren't expecting to be needing it on this trip."

As the leaders of the various ships spoke with their crews and delegated who would go to what place on what missions, Jason sat in one of the officer's lounges with Commander Hammer, the Clone, no, man who lead the Clones of the 302nd Clone Legion and Captain Erin Gor'shan, the single fiercest woman he'd ever met in his long career in the military. The lounges were usually open to everyone in the crew, making them more crew lounges than officer, but this particular one was just for the three of them today. On the table between them sat a game of three way Pazaak and at the moment, the Supreme Commander found himself loosing to Erin. "Seems I can't catch a break today. I fold." Hammer grumbled before folding as well, leading to the Captain collecting a nice sized pile of credits.

"Appreciate the extra money, boys, but I don't think Pazaak is the reason we're here." Jason picked up his cards as Hammer started dealing again and nodded.

"You'd be right, Captain. As you're aware, I've offered to lead the way to Alderaan to meet with House Organa and attempt to recruit them as allies. The Second Chance has volunteered to be transport for the endeavor, and I've agreed so long as they don't object to me bringing along the Scorch Guard." Erin shakes her head.

"I dunno, Sir. That one member of their crew seemed a little TOO eager from what Strafe said." Jason made a mental note to remind the clones who run interference during the delegation meetings that talking about it BEFORE an official report was put out needed to stop, but he nodded.

"He was, but his heart was mostly in the right place. Captain, I called you here to give you your official assignment and you aren't going to like it. Commander?" As Hammer faced Erin with a grin, the woman groaned.

"Oh hell no! It better not be a trip t-" Hammer cut her off.

"You'll be joining the Glasgow along with your fireteam to Coruscant to find out what's what and who's who. Anubis is likely already focusing the bulk of his religion there and I want you and your team to find out where exactly that power base is meeting, along with further objectives you'll find on your mission briefing on your datapad."

"Och, I should have known, what with you buttering me up with a few rounds of Pazaak first. Alright, so I'm going, can't argue that. Does the ship already have our dossiers?" Jason nods as he stands the Hammer hands everyone back their decks.

"Sent them ahead some time ago, we already have the green light to send you over when we're ready. Think you all can stay undercover?"

Erin nods, though her face is grim. "Aye, though we'll still be rigging distractions if any of the groups cover gets blown. Better to be prepared than not." Nodding, the trio heads for the door. "So lads, same time next week?" Laughing, the three exit the lounge and head down the hall.

"We'll see if we're all still alive in a week, Captain. May the Force be with you." The captain gave a salute as they walked.

"And you, Supreme Commander."

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Jerus ran the preflight check on the Shadowed Hand for what had to have been the hundredth or two hundredth time in the hangar, the Inquistor-Class fighter humming like the day he had last started it, at least two years prior. He and Samus had spent much of the last four days, when they weren't busy with their own projects, practicing her ability to address a Hutt without ending up either a snack for it's rancor or smeared on the ground outside their compound by a turbolaser turret. The bounty hunter was prideful, which was well earned based on what he'd seen aboard the Imperial ship, but the two of them were unknown here, no name and no reputation.

Finally convinced he couldn't wait any longer, he headed out of the hangar and off to find the orange armored hunter. Asking around got him pointed in the right direction quickly and before long, he was standing at the same table as Samus and the alien from aboard the Aegis. "Well, not much reason to delay much longer. We should head out, unless your ship master needs Samus for something?"

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Bail Organa sat in the dining hall alone, swirling a glass of red wine absentmindedly in his hand as outside the room, the House of Organa, stalwart supporters of the Republic and democracy. Of course, in the short couple of days it had been, the head of House Organa had watched democracy fall and the Republic crumble and be replaced with an Empire. The only good news, as he'd stumbled upon the slaughter of the Jedi as well, was that Master Yoda had found Anakin, who had recalled the entirety of the 501st to his location and were now enroute to the planet with the clones in tow.

He could hardly believe that anything else of insane measure would happen, but then, as he took a small swig of the wine, he knew the Force worked in mysterious ways.

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"Again!" The two Mandalorian warriors, clad in little more than their everyday clothes, squared off again before launching themselves at each other, blows raining down in an effort to try and find openings and exploit them. The Clan Chief, Temari Ordo, watched from nearby as numerous other warriors, of varying ages but all experienced fighters. Death Watch, the dishonorable rats lead by Clan Saxon, had tried numerous times to recruit them, but had failed each time.

Now, this Galactic Empire scoured the stars for pockets of resistance and rebellion, quelling them before they can grow and Temari despised it. There was no glory to be had in hunting those weaker than you, but then she was considered old fashioned by the standards of the likes of Clan Saxon and Clan Fett. It didn't matter though, as it would be her Basilisks and warriors to retake their home from the Empire, not those of the traitorous Saxon.

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With the exception of her Kig-Yar, Eri's team was in the hangar of the Resurgence, having been directed towards the shuttle that would be taking them on their next mission. While the Aegis itself was stuck in the asteroid field pending its upgrades, that did not mean its crew could not join in their efforts. Falul wanted them to take an active role, and pursuing enemies of the Empire as allies was reasonable, considering their own limited forces. Although, Falul was still wary of giving out trust too easily. Eri was meant to evaluate these Mandalorians and give her own assessment of how much they should be trusted.

Eri herself was armed with the same weapons she used during the boarding, though she also carried a carbine that she might substitute in for the energy lance, depending on the circumstances. There were enough magnetic holsters on her back to carry both, though it would be cumbersome. The rest of her team were armed with their usual weapons, though one of the Sangheili carried a plasma battery into the transport, in case they needed to recharge any weapons.

Just outside the shuttle, Eri approached the Arc Trooper, whom she had been told went by the name "Mando". "My team is ready to depart. Is there any specific equipment we will require? Will we be able to communicate with them without translation programs?"

The red and black clad ARC Trooper looked up from his datapad and nodded, handing it to the flight deck attendant and heading for the transport, a jumpjet on his back, twin blaster pistols on his hips and a long blaster rifle in his hand. "While the Mando'ade do speak Mandalorian, they're also all more than fluent in Basic, or english as you call it. No need for translation modules, since if they say anything they think I can't understand I can translate." Once the full group was on the shuttle, it began to rise off the floor of the hangar. "Primary note, don't insult their honor. From what we could find out, Clan Ordo still holds to the Old Ways, before the Codex of the Supercommando. And their leader is known to have taken on a Wookie one on one and won, so...let's not underestimate them."

Shortly after, they can feel the shuttle enter hyperspace and the clone stands, beginning to remove his clone armor and swapping it for a different set of armor, colored more black with red accents but clearly sturdier than the clone armor. "Beskar'gam, or a suit of Mandalorian Armor. This stuff is known to turn aside lightsaber blades, at least for a little while."

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Eri gave a nod towards Mando. "A lightsaber...your word for the energy blade Jerus uses. They seem to operate similarly to our energy swords. If your armor can resist one, then it must be resilient indeed. Our swords can burn through a starship's armor."

As Mando was finishing donning his armor, Eri put her carbine with the plasma battery, and a small crate of spare equipment they had brought along. Even for a mission without expected combat, they tended to be prepared.

Eri took a seat just across from Mando, then unsealed and removed her helmet, placing it in her lap. "Your commanders seemed to feel that the Sangheili in particular would be well-suited to speak with these Mandalorians. We are not diplomats, we are warriors, but the way you speak of them...do you believe they will respect that? How do you know our senses of honor will not conflict, instead of complement? What should I expect of this meeting?"

Mando shrugs, securing his chest piece before retrieving a jetpack and working it into place. "The Mandalorians are a warrior culture, and if there's one thing they respect, it's strength. Thousands of years ago, Mandalore the Ultimate reunited the Clans under his banner and waged a war that nearly shattered the Republic. The Jedi Revan was the only reason the tide turned and while the Clans ultimately lost the war, it was the single greatest war they'd ever had, with honor and glory won in excess by many of the Neo-Crusaders. As for why the Supreme Commander thinks you guys would be the best choice," he shrugs, "he told me it was a gut feeling. And a good soldier trusts their instincts."

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Eri gave a brief grunt. "The Sangheili have been born and bred for war for more generations than I can count. Leadership is earned through strength and skill, and throughout the existence of the Covenant, we were the vanguards of the Great Journey. I curse the very idea of the San'Shyuum's religion now, but...that does not change the fact that we were and are unmatched as warriors in our universe. If these Mandalorians want strength, they will find none stronger than us."

Pausing just a moment, Eri leaned in forward towards Mando. "So how do you recommend I prove that strength?"

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It appeared that the alien was on the same page as Samus, regarding the logistics of such a trade and bartered deal. The bounty hunter considered in wanting a tiny smidgen of the profits - no more than 5 - 10% tops - but she decided against it. She won't attempt to swindle the offer in such trying times, especially when being presented with so many unique options in upgrading her tech. Some tech would seem to resemble the stuff she was used to, such as the mentioning of an anti-gravity pack which reminded her of the gravity suit she once owned before it got destroyed with her third incarnation of her gunship. It would've allowed her to walk effortlessly in water and magma, as well as being protected from the latter's extreme heat, negate extreme gravity, along with other helpful abilities. Too bad it got destroyed after Samus crashed her third ship during her mission to Gorgon-598...

And then there was the camo-pack which the alien tried out in front of Samus, which made the culprit nearly invisible save for the vague outline of it against the world. This would allow the bounty hunter to essentially hide in plain sight, one she didn't mind getting either. And with other armor and weapon upgrades being available to her leisure, there were plenty of options to choose! As she tried to figure out a good starting upgrade, the alien would ask about what powers her own armor, leading Samus to reveal a hologram of a cylindrical object with the letter E planted upon it.

"My suit runs on pure energy - a life-force if you will - that are stored within these capsules," Samus explained as holographic code and information would be splattered onscreen, "99 units are stored in a single capsule, and 10 of these would equal to a full tank. My ship allows me to recharge nearly an unlimited amount of times, however this energy can drain quite quickly depending on how much I utilize my suit's capabilities on the field. Frankly I never found this to be such an issue, given how I can gain some energy back through the enemies that I kill, but I do not believe the same functions arises in this universe. And as I've mentioned before, this energy doesn't simply supply my suit... but in an essence, it keeps me alive too."

As the bounty hunter turned off her hologram, she would slowly look up to see Jerus approach her.

"Well, not much reason to delay much longer. We should head out, unless your ship master needs Samus for something?"

Her uneasiness began to settle before being replaced by a surge of excitement. Finally they were going to go and about time too. The armored figure rose her hand as she proceeded to stand up.

"Ready when you are." Samus confirmed with a nod before turning back to the alien, "And you. Tell your boss that I'd want that energy upgrade for my suit. I'll be seeing him soon."

With that, he gave an acknowledging wave and proceeded to wait for Jerus to discuss the plan ahead.

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"Hold on." Thaz replied quickly, jumping up to her feet before either of the bounty hunters could leave. "You can buy whatever you want when you have the credits, but there's something else. Shipmaster's going to want us to be able to get our own credits too, eventually. But we don't know this galaxy, how things work. He wants to be cautious. You, uh... other Human bounty hunter. With the weird powers. You know how things work here. Shipmaster wanted me to ask to come along, learn things. And see how good you two really are."

Thaz grabbed her beam rifle and hefted it up into her arms. "Shipmaster wanted to send our best hunter. Send me. I've hunted bounties before, and I'm the best sniper on the ship."

Mando could simply grin before putting on his helmet and securing it into place. "Oh that's gonna be easy. I'll tell them what we're there for, they'll challenge you to a fist fight, likely against the Clan Chief. They'll likely only want you to hold out against them for a set amount of time, but winning won't hurt either. IF they don't do that, then they'll want you to hunt something big, like a Rancor. If we're REALLY unlucky, it'll be both."

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Jerus looked the alien over, appraising her and making notes of her advantages and disadvantages before nodding with a shrug. "Sure, why not. That actually might make the job a little easier." Waving for the pair to follow him, he starts down the hall towards the hangar. "So, the job's technically two, and we're going to need an overwatch for the target on Nal Hutta to catch and eliminate any runners, so, Miss 'Best Sniper', you'll go with Samus to Nal Hutta while I hit Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler's Moon. We'll receive who are targets are and what they look like once the client can confirm we've landed."

Each envoy went off to do their own thing, The Glasgow had taken whatever dossiers were sent to the crews, and were dispersed among the security teams for reviewing. They would be heading to Coruscant, the capital of this empire, and infiltrating. Shouldn't be so bad, unless the away teams ended up doing something very, very stupid. They should just be in, and out. The other teams were secured quarters, or proper sleeping arrangements, and when properly put up were also granted access to engineering where they would be fitted for their omni-tool chips if they wanted one. The Tutorials that were given on the device would properly cover everything they needed to know. From using the fabricator to making a blade, or compressed gasses, to using it to break into secure systems, and to interface with what they were given clearance to around the ship. Mostly to use the elevator, access the food dispensers in the mess hall, and the datapads that were given to them to go with their omni-tools preloaded with a bit more history of their universe, and some tasteful books that hopefully wouldn't offend the senses.

The omni-tool would be invaluable to infiltrating Coruscant, and her systems. Travis doubted that imperial systems could properly deal with foreign intrusion so the thought of siphoning whatever the hell they use for currency around here crossed the mind of the assembled infiltration crews, and command staff aboard The Glasgow. But they'd bring that up when they got closer to the planet in question, and assembled the crews for talk about their assignment.

as the ship entered hyperspace, and left the mists. Travis breathed a sigh of relief, it felt nice to be out there again. The idea of seeing other planets, and exploring new space fascinated him. From what data that could be pulled up about the planet was that it was just one big city on a planet, nothing more than that. Composed of layers, of layers of buildings that stretch beyond anything one could see on the citadel, or Earth. They would be acting the part of a civilian yacht, so they would very much be acting like tourists seeing the big city for the time being.

When they finally entered Coruscant space sometime later, the bridge crews were hailed by the port authority. "Unidentified ship, you do not match any known ship designs, identify yourself, and point of origin." The voice that came through flooded their speakers, and the bridge crew scrambled to send a message back. "We're The Glasgow, civilian yacht on a pleasure cruise from around the outer rim, last planet we were at was Bakura but we wanted to see the big city. Now my clients are upset were stopped waiting on you, do you really want to tell these very rich people they aren't welcome?"
The voice on the other end was clearly talking to someone else, the bridge crew heard something about yokels, and tourists, before it spoke again. "Glasgow, you're clear to dock at civilian port nine-four, please pay for your docking fee before heading planetside." With that out of the way the crew made port, and shuttles would be prepped but for now they had to gather the other crews for a briefing.

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Both Eri and a few of the other Sangheili nearby gave a few short laughs at one of Mando's suggestions. "An unarmed fight against a Human? I would have to have an...optimistic opponent. Perhaps the strongest and most skilled Human could best a Sangheili minor without a weapon, but...I am far beyond that. This rancor hunt sounds more likely, but I should be perfectly capable of that as well. Sangheili learn to hunt and kill from the time we are fledglings."

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Thaz lifted her beam rifle back into place on her back, then nodded to Jerus. "Sounds simple. As long as I can see them, I can take their heads."

Stepping up alongside Samus, Thaz gave her armor a closer look, in particular her weapon. "Didn't get to see you fight on that ship. Shipmaster will be eager to hear what you can do. I'm eager to see it, too. See if it was more than a...fluke."

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Samus seemed somewhat reluctant to agree with Jerus' allowing the alien to join them at first, but eventually she allowed herself to let it come aboard. It was only fair considering that it would need to gain credits somehow as well. The bounty hunter waved her arm cannon forward as to invite it along as she walked alongside the jedi.

They would be quickly debriefed on the mission at hand - one that would require them to split up as Jerus would go to one planet while Samus and the alien would go to another and be debriefed on their targets. It was pretty straightforward - all things considered - although it was still a unique situation for a first mission assignment. Still the armored huntress didn't seem to be troubled at all by it.

"Affirmative." she replied before waving the alien to follow her.

Samus' gunship wasn't parked far from where Jerus' ship was, but now being repaired and shined into prime condition. The bottom portion of the ship would slowly open as pressured steam escaped the belly of the ship. The ship's interior seemed larger and more spacious than what the exterior would let people in to believe. Warious computer and tech equipment were scattered across the front deck, with a few additional passenger seats towards the back. It was a compact, but efficient looking ship. As Samus sat in her pilot seat and began to prepare for take off, she would hear the alien behind her state about the gunship.

"Didn't get to see you fight on that ship. Shipmaster will be eager to hear what you can do. I'm eager to see it, too. See if it was more than a...fluke."

The armored figure chuckled slightly at that comment as she proceeded to activate the engines.

"He won't be disappointed," she remarked light-heartedly, "Trust me. You'll soon find that I'm full of surprises."

@Zarkun



"Well, that's not exactly what i meant-" Eggman began before the woman disappeared. "Aaaaaaand she's gone... Thanks for nothing." Eggman got up. "Well, that's just perfect." He said, before slipping into a mocking, feminine tone "Hey guys, i dragged you away from saving your worlds to clean up my mess, and by the way, you need to provide your own god killing weapon-" The mocking tone quickly seemed to evolve into an angry seeth "because i'm not going to let you go back to your own world to get yours." He then stood up. "I'm going to go build something that can kill a god. If anyone needs me, i'll be at that shipyard ship she gave us. I'm gonna build enough robots to keep us going for a while." He said, before heading out the door. He took out the small communication device and tuned it to the egg carrier.

"Eggman, what's the news?" Asked Sonia.

"Good news, bad news and worse news." He replied. "The good news is that these Overlanders don't have Mobians on their Mobius'. So you're fine to interact with them."

"Well, that's good... What's the bad and worse news?" She asked.

"Bad news is that some stupid god dragged us to this world in order to defeat an angry god that they failed to prevent from almost taking over this universe."

"Ah..."

"And the worse news is there's no Chaos Emeralds here, so any chance of defeating him with a super form is out the window."

"So let me get this straight? Some god dragged us away from saving our home in order to clean up their mess and they aren't even going to give us the tools to do it?" She asked.

"I KNOW, THAT'S WHAT I SAID!" Eggman laughed. "Well, the other good news is that she's given us a shipyard to make more ships in.

"Any chance of you cooking us up a Death Egg?" She asked.

"Even if i could, i don't have a Master Emerald to power the thing. Right now, we're relegated to simple ships. I'm going to build a factory ship and produce as many Badnicks as i can." He replied. "I might also be able to produce some more Eggboss'." He said. "You get in contact with the other captains, i think they are planning some raids into surrounding space."

"Hey, Egghead, i'm in charge here, i'll give the orders." She seethed.

"Alright, then what do you suggest?" He asked. There was no reply. "That's what i thought." He then continued walking to the hangar to where the Eggmobile was parked. He saw the Orange hunter walking to his ship. "Hmmm..." He then got into his Eggmobile and it buzzed out and into space, before moving towards the large shipyard. "Nice..." He smiled. He then noticed other ships making their way over. "Well, i could always do with some help." He grinned.



As the Eggmobile landed, he stepped out and into the large structure. "Right, now to find a way around..." He said, thinking for a second. He then walked over to one of the computers and saw that it had strange markings on it, a completely different language to any he recognized. He exhaled, annoyed, before walking back to the Eggmobile and floating it over to the computer, before attaching it via cables. "Alright, let's see if you two want to talk to each other..." He then let the Eggmobile's computer begin to decipher the language.



Sonia approached the main computer and exhaled. "Alright..." She said, Oglivie and Jack were at her side. "Open a communication channel to the Resurgence." She ordered Thunderbolt. The Chinchilla looked a little worried, but did as she was told, pressing a few buttons. "Resurgence, I am Sonia Acorn, Princess of Mobius, Second Child of King Sonic and Queen Sally, Guardian of the Realm and Protector of the Chaos Emeralds. I apologize for leaving my representation in the hands of Doctor Eggman, he is quite a handful, but i felt it necessary to protect myself. In my world, my people, the Mobians, and the Overlanders, your people, suffered through an intense war of extermination, i could not be certain that your people hadn't suffered from such a war. Now that that confirmation has been made, i want to pledge the full support of myself and my crew to this cause. I would like to meet with your captain and discuss what role we may fill within our new... Fleet." She said.