Kraucrum system, Kraxium orbit
''Altitude solid.'' ''No reported errors.'' ''Everything's clear, cosmudin.'' Reported the crew on the bridge, there seemed to be no errors and the commander of the vessel, the cosmudin by the name of Xuliz stood fully equipped and armored with his war armor, almost as if he'd expected to fight this deep into his own empire's territory. ''Open hangar doors.'' He suddenly stated and as if magic the ships massive hangar doors slid open. ''Launch the research team, accompany it with two dropships.'' He continued. ''Understood, This is Bridge to Clau-01, you will be escorted by two fully equipped military transports, you have clearence to launch, over.'' The communication's officer on the bridge was relaying the message to the research vessel which was held inside the battleship's gigantic hangar bay. ''This is Clau-01 to Bridge, affirmitive. Engaging engines now.'' The cosmudin on the bridge seemed pleased, he smirked and then continued to monitor the progress of his vessel, and the ones in his fleet were in a safe orbit. ''The closter ship seems so magical, in it's lonely orbit, doesn't it?'' Said one crew member to the other, he replied with a nod and they continued.
''The research vessel's statistics are nominal, it'll manage the estimated re-entry strenght of Kraxium.'' Stated one member of the bridge crew, the Cosmudin simply replied with a nod in his particular direction and stated. ''Give them clearence to launch.'' ''Affirmitive, this is bridge to Clau-01, you have clearence to launch, good luck.'' The communication's officer fanatically observing his instruments and equipment, suddenly a reply came in. ''Thank you bridge, this is Clau-01, launching.'' Suddenly the modified medium sized dropship that was equipped with the scientists and their gear launched out of the hangar bay, Xerxes-01, 02 in pursuit, the environment of Kraxium would be hostile, therefor precautions had to be made.
Kraucrum system, Kraxium orbit, Xerxes-01
Inside the military Zerium dropship codenamed 'Xerxes-01' there was no room, what so ever, to move about. The soldiers sat in their re-entry chair's which quite litterally bolted them to the ship, so that they'd fly nowhere. The space inbetween the multiple rows were filled with equipment such as drones and materials used to build a supposedly long sustainable fortress on the surface of the planet. Repopulation was the operation's main objective, however scientists have seemingly overlooked this very point and are becoming quite clouded in their judgement. Large P.P.M.A.U.'s stood ready in their respective locations and soldiers dedicated to them still sat together with the rest on the re-entry seats. Suddenly a private room opened up and out came a Corian, a high ranking military officer, the leader of the entire operation, his armor seemingly locked itself to the floor of the dropship and he didn't move an inch when the ship started to shake uncontrollably during the re-entry sequence. ''Alright men, we are Claudian's greatest hope today, with our 'repopulation' of this desolate planet filled only with bandits and pirates we will be able to supply the empires ever expanding need for Xalium 17.'' He said, in the background a syncronized chant echoed the ship as he finished. ''For the Empire!'' The Corian continued. ''Yes, for the Empire. We will set up dropzone Zelxi-01 and when that has been done we'll be able to be resupplied by the fleet in orbit, factory ships are enroute so if we ever come across large bandit or pirate resistance we'll be able to be resupplied by such means. We'll be cut off until this dropzone is established, remember this.'' Just like before, a chant errupted suddenly when he finished. ''Cora!''
''These science pricks have never experienced the heart of battle and combat, so don't expect anything from them, they are here to slow us down, however due to the Emperor's interest we'll be forced to keep an eye on them WHILST we construct Dropzone Zelxi.'' The Corian finished. ''Any questions?'' He expected that they'd understood all, and so they did. ''Quo, quo! In the Emperor we trust!'' The entire 65 claudian soldiers chanted in union. Each soldier had a weapon in hand and was entirely suited up, ready to do anything. Similar situations were happening inside the hull of Xerxes-02.
A radio-wide broadcast just came in from the pilot of Xerxes-01. ''We've pierced the atmosphere, approaching landing zone, ETA 5 minutes, Xerxes-01 out.'' The corian somehow unhooked his legs from the floor and walked around freely, just like diciplined warriors, everyone remained at their seats. The Corian had his weapon in both hands and the finger just above the trigger incase something unexpected would occure. He walked over to the hatch which would lead to the pilot's cockpit. ''Pilot's, can you reach Clau-01?'' The pilot didn't look back and simply replied. ''Yes, we can.'' The corian walked into the cockpit and sat himself down at the communication's center. ''This is Celxi team to Clau-01, come in.'' ''We read you loud and clear Celxi team.'' ''You are aware of our mission, over?'' ''Ye-'' ''We are supposed to touch down at precisely '011-0733-98ZX', after that we're going to regroup and gather our supplies, once WE'VE made our decitions you'll be allowed to do your research, only if you're accompanied with two of my men, understood, over?'' ''Well, yes, Calxi team.'' ''That is all, Calxi team out.'' The corian looked towards the pilot ''Qou.'' And walked back into the cargo hold. ''Alright men, STAND UP!'' Suddenly, on command every soldier unhooked their safeties and stood up, in unison and held their weapons towards the ground. ''FACE THE DROPDOOR!''
Once again every single soldier turned 90 degrees towards the main, large dropdoor. Once the doors fell no soldier left until the Corian gave them their command. ''Unload the cargo, form around the dropship!'' Once again the soldiers closest to their cargo unloaded it and the soldiers who had nothing to take rushed outside to instantly form a perimiter of security around the vessel. The pilots began to announce their touch down. ''This is Xerxes-01 to Battleship Hyperio, all Ytan military elements have touched down safely, begining unloading procedure, ready for our arrival in, estimated, 5 to 6 hours, out.'' The pilot removed his hands from the controls of the massive dropship and sighed. ''Understood Xerxes, everything's on schedule.''
Kraucrum system, Kraxium surface, 1km from drop point
''Utki, moq darro... Mukin!'' ''Dal, dal. Mukin, mukin, dirararna!'' An unknown group of figures started to gather in an abandoned building just at the edge of the dropzone. ''Melni, melni.'' They looked deformed from Xalium radiation and how they'd even survived is uncertain, maybe they'd survived underground and created some sort of resistence. ''Move aside...'' Suddenly a tall, robed man entered the building, he spoke Claudian, the Imperial language with fluency and perfect pronounciation. ''Dalara, dalara!'' Suddenly all the mutants bowed down and chanted before him. As the man walked over to the blown open wall of the building he was puzzled. ''They arrived now? Hm...''
