Absolution

[Promotheus]

Orders from command had been straight forward; inspect the crew of the Apahanta for infection, kill any infected, subdue anyone trying to protect infected and interview the captain of the vessel. Intel on the vessel and its actions against the Order in Bretonia certainly did not act in its favor, but the communication to high command had apparently managed to sway some interest to at least justify this investigation.

Agent Solandros let out a deep sigh as he saw the Apahanta piercing the green wall of fog that surrounded the station.
The battle in Omicron Sigma the other day had been taxing, though he prefered not to think of it for now.
Once the Apahanta moored with the station Solandros reached up to his collar and pressed what appeared to be a small button.
A soft click filled the deserted office room he was in as he activated an encrypted signal, signaling the Horus, an Osiris class battleship
and the Mafdet, a Reshef class cruiser, to uncloak adjacent to the station.

If anything it seemed like a clear signal the Order was most definitely present on the station already.

Agent Solandros moved towards the dock, joining several operatives already there.
Inspecting a crew thoroughly was no small task but it was the bare minimum that had to be done
to enable these talks Ezriel had requested.

One thing was clear in the Colonels mind though; once that airlock opened things were going to change one way or the other.