“Understood, I'll see you there. Glad you’re alright; at least now you’re up to speed on how things are going.” Freyr responded grimly, ending the call. She then entered the private comms sub-channel used by the Division’s scientists that she’d picked for the expedition. “Hi everyone. I hope you’ve made your work ready for transit; I want to be set up in the ship labs this evening. I’m logging out now, if there are any questions, get me on comms. If not, I’ll see you there in a few hours."

Freyr had more than a bit of apprehension about going on this expedition. There could be no doubt that any evidence of the Cradle communicating with other planets in the galaxy [b]had[/b] to be investigated. Nothing like this had happened before, certainly not in the few centuries Humanity had been on Outremer. But then again, the situation that was unfolding in the Cradle itself had never happened before either, and Freyr’s family was still trapped in there somewhere. Freyr could [i]feel[/i] it. However, she ultimately decided to go with her gut and hope this new lead led somewhere. 

Freyr logged out of the Cradle and checked the big bag of belongings that Demeter had packed for her. Everything seemed to be in order there; she projected she’d be wearing her work clothes for the majority of the trip anyway. Freyr also checked her implants and data pad were updated with her latest notes, so she could manage the division from anywhere with a comms relay. With everything confirmed, Freyr took one last look around her apartment before heading for the roof pad. Her driver (one of the perks of being Division head) greeted her warmly, loaded her luggage into the back of the flyer and promptly set off for Port Angharad.

The media circus outside Freyr’s building had long since died down, meaning she had grown used to not wearing the headband which muffled her facial features. However, some of the more resilient outlets had stationed drones high above the buildings. They tracked Freyr’s flyer leaving, and took off in pursuit.