Lao-qing: Deep Space

Bowpurity nods slowly and chuckled. "Well... i see, we'll speak of this anon." He softly said as he watched Zelle leave. He kissed Solange and stood up. "I think that you should go to sleep, writer of Solange."

Bowpurity nodded. "Well, guess i'll say goodbye before i leave as well. I've been slacking! I need to train myself up." Smiling, he headed out of the room and followed the trail to the medical bay, just to say goodbye to Zelle.

Zelle She watched the tank its glow on her face. She was not paying attention to anything else in the room. Her hand continued to glow as she held it to the tank. She had a smile on her face.

Bowpurity chuckled and walked up to the tank. He closed his eyes, his hand glowing as he sent his soul energy into it as well. He was a day ahead, but he didn't mind.

Bowpurity chuckled. "I actually want both of you to be there with me... Don't leave next time." he chuckled. "I want you both there with me, to hold me together. Our son's growing well."

Bowpurity nodded. "I know that, my love he chuckled. Well, goodbye Zelle. I'll go leave for my daily training, See ya!"

Zelle She nodded and sat on her bed beside the tank.

Jest Valente The greenish hue reflected off of his golden tanned flesh. A light smirk drifting to his cheeks as he lofted through the spacial region, moving through the Lao-quin system.

I'll put 28.

Drecht Finley XxHunnybeexX We should get that going when we're done with all the other RP's and LL time? Is para joining that?

hello umm my name is layla how are you all?

a darkness spread across the floor of Gambit's starting at one point in the center of the bar, it had no clear origins and there was no explanation in sight for it's sudden appearance in the bar. Suddenly all of those in the bar would begin to feel themselves pulled into the darkness and they would be spat out again at " The Butcher's Teeth " ( only applies to those participating. )

( post your arrival there, once everyone that is participating has done so the event will begin )

As the Cybran Battlefleet entered the system from hyperspace, the ships came out in the same order as before. The forces of the Cybran fleet were close to the drop of point, Cybran Battlestation Raven Herz. Only a few thousand miles were left, the battlestation showing on the radar and on the glass windows of the HDS Resnao as the crew walked around with coffees and cups of hot liquids. For the one million man crew only five thousand engineers and four thousand normal crew members walked around the ship along with the ten thousand Super soldiers called the Draiho.

Sup. Commander Ingualt Rooseavet slowly walked into the control bridge with his hot chocolate, watching the crew do their work. It was close to midnight in Relative Cybran Standard Space time. The crew members looked out into the vast space as other ships appeared. A low sound of music came through the speakers to help the night crew stay awake.
His black uniform pressed like it always had been. Only a few Cybran's new how to do it as many were younger and there was so few. He took off his cap, heading towards the vast emptiness on the other side of the huge glass screens. He sighed, sipping his hot chocolate as a crew member walked up and stood next to him.
"Glorious, it is not?" The crew member swallowed, looking out to the green clouds of gas around the battlestation, a few stars poking out through the gas cloud. Dressed in the grey uniform of the Cybran Navy, she seemed proud, as any Cybran should be. The lighting of the ship showing half of the Supreme Commander's face.
"Yes. One can not seem to understand the Physics of Space but many of us do. It all comes down to the way people get their degrees in the many universities of the Cybran Empire. I feel, myself that we could not be any greater in our own Galaxy but here... One Battlestation." He trailed off before looking down at the crew member, his blue eyes scanning her as if she was something that she was not. He smiled slightly as he watched little displays appearing with the room temperature.

He could feel everything now, pain slowly had came back to him over the years, but pain did not matter. He was the Supreme Commander of the whole Cybran Nation. Nothing more, nothing left.
"Sir? What would happen if another Nation appeared and tried to take our Lands?" She asked calmly, glancing up at him with the feeling that he would fight till the last man.
"My father once said to me, Kathrine that... Things do not come with power. Things are what you make from the power... It took us as a Nation a good thousand years before we were able to take the next planet in the home system and expand from there. There is a point of return and a point of no return. I can not tell one from the other sometimes but, let me tell you this. I started in the Panzer divisions of Khirma, a small but city like planet. One city called the planet after many years. It is said to have took eight thousand years to get to the point it is at. I, myself am not so sure."
She nodded slightly, holding her nose. "Yeah, I know the planet you mean. I did four years as a military police officer for that planet, some scary stuff there."
"Yes. I know where the MP station is around there." He sighed before slowly nodding and looking out the window again, "When do we arrive?"
"Tomorrow I think."
"Hm, maybe I should get some sleep. Yes. I will see you tomorrow most likely."
"Yes, sir. Have a good night's rest."
"How am I meant to get on in those rock like beds." He smirked, holding back a laugh.
"Yes, I must agree. You get used to it after a while." She giggled before nodding to him and walked back to her station.

The exploration drone went through two massive reductions in speed, first dropping from from many thousands of light years per second to a few thousand astronomical units per second. Eventually the small, three meter long drone used its conventional drive system and dropped its cloak to do a system wide scan. This scan resulted in the location of the Cybran Battlestation Raven Herz which was a little less than one astronomical unit distance from the drone's current location. Immediately a message was broadcast across both traditional, and subspace wavelengths. The message consisted of two separate layers. The first layer was a simple test to judge if the receiver could conceptionalize. The second was a long string of binary numbers set upon a grouping of codes that came in a numbered pairs counted by prime numbers so that a common numeric language could result between the sender and the receiver. Even a class one civilization should have no problem with translating this numeric code to communicate with the drone.

Meteor has arrived, coming from Lao-qing: High Orbit.

Meteor has left the area, heading out into AF-548.