Catalys Maijora
Executor
Six years ago the Primeval arrived at Irn for the the first time, their fleets quietly contained the world whilst their infiltrators incited an impending civil war, ending the peace that they once enjoyed. Most of its citizens are blissfully unaware of the shadow government in place, instead going about their day-to-day business; the outspoken few written off as conspiracy theorists or warmongers.
The rest who know tend to keep their mouths shut on such things, better to have food on the table than blood on your hands.
Orbiting above, a small freighter began its trajectory pattern towards the upper atmosphere. "Unidentified vessel. This is restricted space, state your identity or be destroyed." A Primeval Cruiser intercepted the starship's signal and sent the transmission.
Walking up to the cockpit, Catalys sat in the co-pilots seat. "Identification number TWO-A-THREE-B-FIVE-F," he spoke plainly.
"An Exemplar? Granted--identified as friendly." With that the Cruiser's lock on vanished from the sensors.
Catalys turned his head towards a figure in the back. "Ever been to Irn before?" [member="Arrbi Betna"]
The rest who know tend to keep their mouths shut on such things, better to have food on the table than blood on your hands.
Orbiting above, a small freighter began its trajectory pattern towards the upper atmosphere. "Unidentified vessel. This is restricted space, state your identity or be destroyed." A Primeval Cruiser intercepted the starship's signal and sent the transmission.
Walking up to the cockpit, Catalys sat in the co-pilots seat. "Identification number TWO-A-THREE-B-FIVE-F," he spoke plainly.
"An Exemplar? Granted--identified as friendly." With that the Cruiser's lock on vanished from the sensors.
Catalys turned his head towards a figure in the back. "Ever been to Irn before?" [member="Arrbi Betna"]