Ursa walked in on Orion attempting to digest the information he was able to pull from ACE. He had been figuring a way to describe exactly what they saw and it’s potential.

He saw Ursa in the entryway backLit by the white light from the corridor still with his bomber jacket On. He would have to get that back.

She described a situation that had developed with Cel.

“ACE, stay here and keep running scenarios. I’ll be back.” Directed Orion. He got up and walked out of the bay led by Ursa. Orion heard Cel comment about a “Golden Experience” thinking how weird those Yakuza really were. First R.Kelly and now this guys into being urinated on? They walked by the medbay noticing Xael and Cel And backtracked inside. He directed his gaze to Cel who seemed to be in a delirious state. “Maybe a sedative is in order? Is this a result of the gravity loss from back at Phobos?” Commented Orion. He looked at his chronograph “We shouldn’t be far Now from my dropship. On-board I have some advanced medtech that could make sense out of him.”

Orion shifted his gaze eyeing his jackets inner pocket That Ursa was wearing and said to her. “If the ships temps are to your liking I can take that back if you don’t need it anymore.” Trying to be as polite as he could be.

Ursa took out one of her pistols moving through the ship along with Orion cautiously just in case another of those creatures were on board. When they reached the hallway Ursa let out a sigh, thankful to see Cel up and talking. She placed her pistol back in its holster and crossed her arms, about to comment on Cel’s last words when Orion turned to Ursa implying that he desired his jacket back. She smiled almost too sweetly, pulling it off her shoulders as she handed it to him, “Of course. I feel much better. Thanks for letting me use it.”

As he reached to take it, she pulled it away slightly watching him extremely carefully before she released it to him, noting his slight insistence. Interesting. She had already snooped in the pockets, making note of each of the items inside, but not removing them. She then turned to Cel and placed her hands on her hips, “Now you! What the hell happened Cel? I found you passed out on the floor and the golden alien your talking about just above you. I almost shot it before it entered your body!”

She held out a hand to Xael, hoping to help her up as she waited for Cel to respond.

Cel watched as Ursa and Orion walked into the room. “Ursa… Sorry I don’t know what happened. I was telling Xeal here about what I just experienced. I still don’t really understand it.” Cel did his best to recap what had just happened to him. Saying everything out loud though made everything seem like a fever dream. The fuck was Golden Experience? He looked at Orion who seemed to give him a strange look. “Look, I’m not talking about some sexual bullshit if that’s what you’re thinking.” He gave Orion a dirty look. “Anyways. I don’t know if that makes any sense but, that’s all I remember.”

Ursa tried to stifle a laugh as he talked about the Golden Experience, imagining exactly what he didn’t want them to see, before speaking, “Well..I’ve never heard of a creature that is capable of performing such a feat, but it seems as though this creature doesn’t wish to harm you which is a good sign. Although it did knock you out and changed your hair.”

She placed her hands on her hips, “And this is the first time you’ve ever seen this thing?”

At the mention of his hair, Cel ran his hands through and looked at what he was able to see. Most of it was black at this point, but he could see that it started to fade back into blond. Everything was so confusing right now and nothing made sense. He could see Ursa trying to not laugh and it looked like the others were holding back a giggle as well. This started to piss him off. Cel stood up then walked to the other side of the room.

“If you’re not going to believe me then maybe I can show you.” He grumbled then took a deep breath. “Golden Experience!” He yelled and stuck a pose. The golden like figure fazed right in front of Cel and posed just like Cel did. “Holy fuck it worked!” Cel took a step back. “Can all Yakuza do this or is it just me?” He thought to himself.

Ursa jumped back as the creature came out, also slightly surprised that it worked, “What the hell! That thing is freaky Cel! Are you sure it won’t hurt you?”
She kept her hand poised at her hip, preparing to shoot the creature if need be.

Cel watched as Ursa placed her hand on her hip. “I have no idea if it’ll hurt me or not but, it might hurt you so you might not want to pull that out.” Cel motioned to her hip then got out of his pose. With that, the stand disappeared back into him. “Look all I know is shit’s weird and someone owes me some jugs. Normally I don’t care about that but, right now, I feel it’s okay for me to ask that.

Ursa brought her hands away from her gun, waving them slightly to imply that she was being friendly. Her expression dropped as she raised an eyebrow, “You better be careful, having a parasite like that attached to you. I don’t know where he came from, but we don’t necessarily have the time to deal with it, after what just happened. Also, try not to die! If the head of the Yakuza dies on my watch, my rep is blown.”

At his mention of her boobs, she shrugged, pulling up her shirt quickly to give him a quick glance before she laughed, “Not that special really. Keep it for your spank bank bud, cause you ain’t ever getting to see em again.”

She walked up smacking him on the shoulder before she winked at Xael, “I better get back to watching out for pirates. Once we get to your ship Orion, I have to call my crew. They probably think I’m long dead now.”

She pointed for Cel to follow her, “I need a minute with him alone first. Sorry guys. Just a quick business meeting.”

As she headed back into the cockpit she turned to Cel with a serious expression, “Now that it’s just the two of us. What do you make of them? The girl seems innocent enough but I find it’s suspicious that the general there knew that ship’s build and just happened to be on Phobos. His story makes sense but honestly, Phobos being targeted is ridiculous. Other than the Yakuza and the Draconians, the place was a shithole.”

She rubbed her eyes and looked back out at window, “Also..are you okay? I didn’t lose anybody on that rock, but I know a lot of your men just lost their lives out there. Good guys. I don’t want to upset you, but that must be hard...”

Cel walked with Ursa back to the cockpit and listened to what she had to say. “Yeah, I don’t really trust that Orion guy but then again I only just met him. I want to trust Xael, but again we just met her and in a very strange way. Back to Orion though I think he is hiding way more than he is letting on and until I can get all the info out of him, I will never trust him.”

He thought for a bit after she brought up Phobos. It was strange that Phobos was targeted for an attack like that. All that was really on Phobos was an abundance of criminals and then also a hub for trades. “I want to know more about the ship that attacked us. Maybe then we will learn about what the hell happened. I do still think that Orion has more to tell us but then again he probably wont say anything to us. We need to gain his trust.”

This was the first time he thought about the rest of his group since the explosion. He did lose a lot of good men but he didn’t really want to think about it. “I’ll be okay. I don’t know who all lived or died but all I can hope is that someone made it to my ship and lived. Let’s just finish this mission.” He held back a tear then walked off to see how the others were doing.

Ursa nodded quietly, “I’m glad we are on the same page about Orion. Keep an eye out and if you learn anything let me know. I’d rather have someone scratching my back out there if ya know what I mean. Same goes for Xael, there is something about her thats different. I can feel it.”

She watched as his expression changed at her comment and felt for the guy. She didn’t want to be the one to remind him of his loss but he needed to face the possibility now before they were on Orion’s turf. He needed to keep his head in the game, so to speak. She gave him a quick nod, “Alright. If you need to talk about it. I’ll listen man.”

She watched as he headed back to the others, making sure he was gone before she turned back to the control panel. She hit her vid-com trying to see if she could get a signal, knowing full well it was impossible. She slumped in her seat after the dial tone disappeared, digging her hands in her hair. She began to think, about her predicament and how she would be able to stay on top of this disaster, watching for pirates lurking behind the stars.

Xael watched as Cel came to and Ursa and Orion arrived shortly after. She listened as Cel began to explain what it was was going on, or at least what he thought he was. Ursa seemed to have seen the weird being too, and Xael's eyebrows furrowed together, not quite understanding. Xael looked up and saw Ursa holding her hand out to her, and she grabbed it to stand up.

Once she was up, Cel began to make some weird pose, and the golden being shot out from his body, mimicking his stance. Xael gasped slightly, taking a step back until she bumped into the wall behind her.

"That's... something," she said, slightly confused. "Well, your hair is going back to normal anyway..." Xael took a close look at Cel's face for a moment, then looked away as Ursa dismissed herself to speak with Cel. Xael turned then to Orion, looking at him quietly for a moment.

"When will we be arriving at your ship? We should be almost there, shouldn't we?"

As Xael queried on the arrival to Orion’s ship, his wrist transponder began to vibrate.

“We’re here”. He motioned to the crew to follow him to the cockpit. “Xael if you want to follow me you can pilot your ship into the docking bay. Ursa if you could bring Cel along with his goldenrod once you guys are done then we can get down to business.”

Xael entered the cockpit and sat down preparing to fly the ship followed shortly by Ursa and Cel. Everyone looked out the cockpit to a red expanse, lightning glowing behind plasma clouds in the distance. A large Grey asteroid floated in space In front of the ship.

Orion pressed Xael’ ships transmit button on the control panel. “Mad Dog one, Summoner over”. He sent the message across the airwaves seemingly to empty space. Xael’ ship floated around the massive asteroid eclipsing and exposing the light of a far off star. “Mad Dog One, this is summoner over”. Static filled the airwaves. The crew looked at Orion as if he was a little off kilter. He caught there stare. “Give them a second guys.” Again Orion keyed the button. “Mad Dog One, Summoner. I have the firestring particle”

Suddenly a crackling voice fills the air “Summoner, this is Mad Dog One. Glad to see you back, what happened to the Hurricane”. Orion replied, “Long story but she’s gone. Prep the docking bay for us, we’re coming in. We’ve got a lot to discuss and I’m with a party of three. Are you cloaked or just hiding?”. The voice responded “Just hiding sir, we’ve had issues with the shockwave system again. I’ll bring her up, and I’ll go grab Turok for you”.

The surface of the asteroid began to shake and move as the dirt and rocks began to slowly disperse in the low gravity, slowly the top of a large dropship Could be seen liftIng from within the asteroid itself. It rose on pulse jets pushing out the rocks that had entombed the ship from its purposeful slumber. The stardust glistened in the eclipsed light as the polarizing jets cast a bright blue hue over the front of the ship. The rear pods of the dropship once clear of the asteroid began to extend out and slowly rotate in a clockwise fashion. The giant white And metallic gray dropship was marred and had obviously seen combat recently, it was a large warship built and designed 200 years ago for assaulting planets. Using its massive drive engines to be able to land, drop off men or materials and escape gravity of most worlds. It had multiple weapons platforms for defending the drop site and did have some heavy weapons and anti fighter missile platforms for encounters in space.

Out of nowhere two twin beams from interceptor engines streaked past the Cockpit lighting up Orion. He crossed his arms and looked back to the crew.
“I give you, Ragnarok”