The Haven

Vincent nodded at this news, lifting a shoulder in reply. "I'm sure we'll be fine; my crew can meet me with the Haven when all's said and done with you." He said, before turning to face the major directly.

"I'm used to being somebody's target, sir." He said, easily. It was not a boast; a mere statement of fact.

...Okay, so yeah. It was a boast.

"Unless you're offering a solution to that particular predicament. In which case, I'm definitely listening."

; Major Arwa turned back towards the other marines, giving the Aschen vessel one last look and then making a signal to the other Scatterrans nearby. The Major tilted his chin at the man’s responses, and gave them a few inquiries.
“Our solution is shooting them at the moment, y’know, with the guns.” Arwa remarked, walking up the ramp and taking a small communicator headset from the hand of the marine.

“Or sometimes rocks.” A marine said as the group turned away and back towards the destroyer. Two marines were waiting for the man, while the Major was speaking on the headset device.
“The sooner we get to the destroyer, the sooner we’ll find out why the Aschen are leasing out starships to the inner city schools.”

Vincent chuckled, softly. "I'm sure that's distressing for you," he responded. He turned back to look at Vanora, pausing. "Uh, sir. Captain, or whomever. I'd like to request to take my own ship." He pointed to the small transport that was docked near the Haven.

"It won't be able to outrun your hardware, so you don't need to worry about me bugging off. But I'd like to stand a chance in a dogfight, should the bogeymen catch us on the way. Know what I mean?"

; Major Arwa nodded and waved a hand over in the direction of the Mako. The Heavy Destroyer would not be a particularly difficult vessel to locate, stretching several hundred meters on it’s horizontal axis meant it occupied one of the larger docks in the area.
“I’m sure the firepower won’t much matter with the Aschen we’ll be flying near ... but everyone wants their own coffin, right?”

As the Major turned away, he brought the communicator back to his ears while the marines around him engaged in several conversations. Meanwhile, the pilot-house onboard the Heavy Destroyer activated an optical beacon of it’s own, the small lighthouse structure atop of it sending a bright beam in parallel directions.

Allah gold floating in the sky above the eyes locked in front of the stars. He does not know what the place may be waiting for. "I feel insecure."