First Light (// SCRA and invited only)

[Tomtomrawr]

February 23rd, 819A.S., 18:42 local time

They were coming aboard. The Dromedary had been escorted through the cold expanse of the Siberian Ice Field to the station, and to docking port one. All other traffic had been diverted; Miller was determined to receive answers from these "Primusians". Their leader, Maktu, had been determined not to explain anything until they met in person.

Why should he believe them? The codes could have been stolen, and it was just a coincidence that some of them were from the people left behind on the Hispania. But did they pose much of a threat? He didn't think so. The command centre would be monitoring the single exit from the transport at all times. First sign of trouble, the Dromedary was detached and destroyed when it cleared the station.

Miller had told them exactly what was going to happen. The Dromedary would be brought into the docking port under the escort of two Revolutions. The Dromedary would extend its docking clamp to one single port, and two Primusians of their choice would proceed into Sevastopol Depot.

That was exactly how it happened. These Primusians obviously didn't want any trouble. Miller was standing at the receiving port, leaning heavily on his walking stick. An aide had fetched it for him, for which he had been extremely grateful when he realised just how much pain he had been trying to ignore. His recovery was still a very long way off.

With him were ten marines, rifles hanging from their necks, ready to be grabbed, cocked and aimed at a seconds notice. The large airlock door was knocked. Once, twice. Their guests. One of the marines stepped to a console, and upon Miller's nod entered a code to release the lock. The door was pushed open by an eight-foot monkey, fur sun-tanned, with eyes like sapphires that sparkled under the light.

Behind him followed his chosen Primusian to enter Sevastopol with him. An odd sight, to say the least. At a guess the second was six foot seven, long braided hair leading down the sides of his head. A rastafarian hat was perched on his head, and he was holding some sort of joint in one of his hands. Or paws. Necklaces dangled from his neck.

They both approached him together. Then Maktu bowed slightly, and placed his right hand over his heart, as if he were taking a pledge.

'Commissar-Captain,' he said to the floor. He looked up. 'It is an honour to finally be amongst our brothers. I am Maktu of Kemklau, the leader of the Primusian Communist Party. And this is Bobby, a loyal supporter and our pilot.'

'Sup man,' Bobby said.

Miller looked at them both for a moment. Maktu had yet to take his hand away from his heart. He didn't have proof of who they were yet, but it couldn't hurt to play along for now. Until they had some confirmation.

'Maktu, Bobby, it is an honour. Please, follow me to my quarters. We have quite a bit to talk about. These marines shall take a look around your ship, if you do not mind. To check how many you have brought with you.' Maktu and Bobby exchanged glances. Bobby nodded, raising his joint to his mouth and taking a long drag. Maktu nodded to Miller.

'That shall be fine, Commissar-Captain. We have nothing to hide.'

The marines proceeded into the starship through the docking tunnel in single file. Then Miller was left with the Primusians, and two marines.

'Please, this way.' He extended an arm to the corridor, and took lead. Maktu and Bobby followed, with the marines close behind.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.