The Astral Horizon hung at the borders of the fringe. Fringe territory was not easily tread upon, even taking consideration of its namesake. It was not alone, however. Several Permanence-class Battleships lingered at its flanks, the entire fleet's scanners working constantly to detect any movement happen outside of their perimeter. The Horizon picked up a few anomalies, and the rest of the fleet most likely did as well. And so, acting within standard operating procedure, the whole karking place went up like a Hallowe'en party. Thousands of heavy guns alone sat prepared on the Horizon as hundreds more prepped for battle on the accompanying vessels. It was all standard procedure up until the incoming group lurched out of hyperspace, ending up planted directly in front of the Fringer systems group.
"Admiral, the unknown fleet is patching through to us." A young bridge officer called out, flicking his gaze down the bay at the strolling Lord Admiral.
Dranok turned to him, "Well, let's hear it by all means."
"Yes, sir."
It played through, the Lord Admiral listening intently. Within moments, he'd made his decision.
"I think I'll meet them."
"But, si-"
"Don't worry, Lieutenant. I can handle myself."
Minutes passed, nothing eventful happening save for Dranok boarding a shuttle and heading over to the unknown vessel.
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