For the Humanity and Profits

[Omicron]

As they cruised towards their destination, lead by heavy fighters of The Order, they encountered more and more patrols seemingly protecting huge signature within the cloud. It quickly became apparent that the metal monstrosity ahead of them is undetectable in nebula conditions until it is practically too late for any hostiles daring to go against it. Approaching hull of Osiris class battleship, coincidentally passing by name plate of the vessel Daumann ‘visitors’ could make out name of ship in question. The Osiris, very first of the kind opened the flight deck doors for delegation to land. Closely guarded by stealth fighters that picked them up from rendezvous point, Wraith escorts directed by deck’s co-ordinator passed through environment seals that kept them away from void of space. Beforehand arranged patch of unoccupied space for visitors to land, while less welcoming that vast hangars of Rheinland battleships, proved to be efficient in design.

Detachment of marines with full gear awaited near designated vector for landing of Pelican transport. Nothing was spared on security, ensuring none of these unusual guests walk into undesired by the owners places. Pilots upon disembarking were directed to join with rest of the delegation, wanting to get rid of distraction as soon as possible. Busy interior with sets of elevators, hangar doors, associated equipment and control tower set right under the ceiling spawned four Bastet’s patrol being prepared for launch. Some components are bare, not hidden but merely covered with some of the armor plating if vulnerable. Entire ship gave impression of being prototype - enormously advanced even by modern standards, yet still prototype.

The gathering was in front of the armored airlock doors likely leading deeper into the starship. Distinguished officer due to his armor modifications divided his people into smaller fire teams, meant to direct people where they were supposed to go. Recognizing the VIP among the small crowd, he approached to welcome Von-Geld. “Admiral is awaiting your arrival. I am ordered to ensure none of you gets lost here…” officer says, emphasizing on the fact of keeping them away from randomly walking through corridors of the Osiris. “Your escort will be allocated to starboard lounge for duration of your stay." He added, giving quick orders to proceed with pre-assigned plan.

Under escort, party split as assigned. First passing through the thick metal doors, they were subject for search for weapons, other contraband and even brief scan with device of unknown purpose. Only after successfully passing it, catching ride on elevators got them into actual corridors deep under battleship’s hull. Along the spine, hundreds meters long rail system provided quick access wherever it was necessary. As they reached their destination, marines took their position by the doors. “Through there, Admiral is inside.” Officer said, going through first to medium sized room furbished into strategic command center equipped with all necessary multimedia devices. Behind desk containing holographic projectors, consoles and secondary screens Admiral positioned in seat meant for the commanding officer.

Inside, officer of the marines moved to the side taking role of Admiral’s bodyguard. Also present were two agents in dark uniforms, matching same style as Admiral’s but denoting lesser rank. Their gear was less impressive than powered armors of officer’s and his soldiers, still looking to possess some considerable degree of protection in case of combat, for the most part covered or integrated with the cloth of the uniforms.

“I have been expecting you, Von-Geld...”

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