Devel Station --- High Orbit around Divitia
Two small transport vessels came out of warp near the station, and one was approaching from the direction of Divitia, all moving swiftly for Devel Station. The newest crew members of The Kestral were finally arriving at Devel Station, an unbecoming station compared to the massive complexes the stations built around Divitia by the ancient Akin'Is, one of which was visible as the various shuttles docked. Just a simple military station with the machinery and crew to produce new star-ships to head out to fight for those on the planet far below. The hallways and doors inside were crisp and clean, though the ceilings were a tad shorter than most would like. However, the five military personnel newest station wouldn't have the time to marvel and explore, as they're sent straight to one of the observation rooms on the far end of the station for a short debriefing before being let onto the Kestral, the allowed personal belongings being taken to their soon-to-be rooms on the ship.
As they arrived, being ushered by escorts, they'd see the room was similar to a long conference table, with a circular table and six seats in the center. On opposite sides of the room were windows, one looking out into the void of space, dotted by stars, and the other looking down at the Kestral, its long central cannon more than evident in its shape. The entire frigate was meant to be able to be covered by a ship-sized active camouflage, and was built around a massive central cannon meant to take out capital ships quickly. It served both as a prototype and an infiltration ship, meant for appearing out of nowhere and dealing massive damage to a fleet before it could react, hopefully. The floor around the ship would be empty, as construction was complete, and all it was waiting for was its last few crew members to join.
Staring out the window that lead to space, Riden had been in the room for a while now. Dressed in uniform with the First Lieutant emblem on his shoulder, he had been reading the most recent reports of the war with the Halycon. Another attack on a civilian planet, fortunately repelled before too many casualties were inflicted, but several farms had been burnt to the ground. Switching to another report, Riden read there had been another fleet battle around Vetral, a stop on the way to one of the outer military outposts, but not vital in any way. The battle had been an easy victory with only one ship heavily damaged and few casualties. Moving through other reports, he couldn't get a sense on what the Halycon's strategy was. The attacks were completely random and on both civilian and military targets. Judging by what he knew of recent fleet movements, the higher-ups also had no idea what was going on, and had resorted to putting troops and ships everywhere. Are the Halycon just playing with us? Or is this everything they've got?
As Riden got the message his soldiers were arriving he glanced down at the tablet he was holding and checked the names of those who would be arriving. Heloise Freestone --- Second Lieutenant. Július Zdeno Bartolomej Rezník --- First Sergeant. Gehenna Nilfheim Übel --- Sergeant Major. Jormungand Attor Apep --- Sergeant. He studied the pictures next to each listing, glad they at least had recognizable faces. He glanced up into the window, watching his own reflection for a moment before moving a hand up to his ear and pressing on the little bud inside. "Captain, I'd like you to send the Combot up to Observation E please." He nodded when the captain of the Kestral sent him back an affirmative, and soon the Combot assigned to the ship was sent on its way.
As they arrived Riden would do nothing more but look at who had arrived in the reflection of the window, and should they try to bother him, he would simply motion for them to leave him be for now, wanting them to do a quick meet and greet before he addressed them. He rested his hands behind him after setting the little tablet onto the small table directly in front of the window. He saw a ship move across his view after a long moment, nodding to himself. It had used to be the ship he was on, but he and it had been reassigned, for once to different places. He sent a mental farewell, and hoped he would get to see it again. Looking down, he pulled up the information of Vorku, a failed colony that was overrun with Jungle, and what would be their first destination once they set off. He silently rehearsed what he would say as he listened to their conversation and read the reports.
