Ascendant

[Remnant]

The usual eerie feeling of Altair was still there, a foreboding presence can be felt from deeper within the complex.

Not very long after touchdown, three men appear in the hanger entrance, slowly making their way over to the Orchid, standing straight with their hands folded together, waiting for the occupant to exit.

One of the men leans over and mutters something to the man in the center, who only nods curtly. Here, there was no fooling around. You were here because there was something you sought. That is how things always have been.