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Warning bells wailed, and the lights dimmed on the bridge dramatically. A huge bustling group of crew members were running across the decks madly, shouting orders to each other for emergency maneuvers. Zynnis was casually walking towards the main lift as he looked up at his crew, proud to see them react so quickly. He smiled sighed appreciatively.

"All hands, this is Commander At-Manath." Zynnis had a finger pushing on the com unit, which to Styrr had magically had appeared from nowhere, he took a long draw from his beer and looked around, "I am taking direct control of this situation. Admiral Horks, turn off these alarms." When the alarms went quiet, so did the entire bridge, "Magnify the forward view-screens and put them up in the command center as well as the primary display."

A large part of the center view port immediately zoomed in to show a medium sized ship flying steadily towards them at an alarming speed, Zynnis sighed and stepped onto the lift, punching the third deck button and leaning back against the railing, "Horks, report." The Commanders voice was booming over the loudspeakers the entire crew still surprisingly silent.

"Type Z-36942-AB Transport Sir! It is primarily used for civilian transport, but from time to time they are outfitted with basic defense systems and a very powerful shield unit, Sir." Styrr could barely hear the voice come from the earpiece lodged in the commander's ear, but could catch most of the conversation.

"Fine, scan it down," Zynnis took a long drink from his beer, it seemed that situations like this didn't bother him. The Hybrid nodded when he heard the response in his earpiece as the lift stopped at its destination, Zynnis quickly stepping from the lift and on to a platform, heading for what looked to be a situation room, "Has the security unit been readied Admiral?"

The response this time came back over the loudspeakers, "Yes Sir, Mr. Legacy checked in almost immediately after the alarm sounded. He is on his way with not only the security team, but with the council members as well."

Zynnis scoffed, but looked up at his admiral who was standing casually at ease and reading the displays carefully, "Good deal. Keep it steady people, I want shields up as soon as you see any signs of life from that thing, we aren't taking any chances today." Zynnis was not the type of person to play the overly safe card, but it was early in the year yet, and a repair bill was not in the cards, at least not in Trip's cards.

"Yes Sir, they've still not replied to any of our hails yet, we're sending out the proximity warning." Styrr caught the slight turn in the Admirals head and the even slighter nod, causing the dragon to raise a brow in interest, waiting for the next words, "Scan reports show no weapons visible to our scanners, and the scan team can't seem to find any heat signatures on board besides their main engines, which are barely glowing sir."

Zynnis' ear twitched slightly, "In English please admiral?" He may have spent his entire life on the ship, but he was present on bridge only a few times a year, bridge crew terms were still above him.

"It looks like they've not changed course in quite some time Sir. I would assume that it's abandoned."

"Clear." Zynnis nodded to his admiral and entered the situation room, shutting the door quickly behind him as he pushed his earpiece in once more, "Admiral, resume command." He sat in the chair at the head of the table slowly, kicking his legs up on the table, sipping at his beer and nodding to what looked to Styrr as the security team.

The team was waiting for their orders. They were obviously seasoned and were ready to go probably even before Zynnis and Styrr had entered the room. The team consisted of four members, and from what the Dragon could tell, lead by the Bull relaxing to the right of Zynnis. He was large, brown furred, bald, and had a very muscular frame and a not too nice scowl on his face. To his right was a jovial looking white tiger, he was tall with short blue dyed hair, very muscular, and looked to be the obnoxious type just by the way he was sitting with the next team member in his lap. On his lap was a slender red fox, her hair slightly lighter than her fur. Her face said everything Styrr needed to know, and it was very obvious that this entire situation was inconveniencing something that she felt was more important. Styrr would have missed the short stocky black wolf standing in the corner with his back to the wall if he hadn't been fiddling with the slide on the nasty looking scoped rifle in his hands. He simply looked as if he was impartial to everything going on. As if it was just another day in the life of being part of the ARMC. He looked around the room, the entire group was wearing the same black combat gear and only differed in the way the sat, stood, or what weapons they carried.

The entire group looked quite daunting to the very large dragon. There wasn't much that intimidated him, but if he were to ever see a group of Zynnis' commandos coming towards him with the way this group looked, he would immediately regret any decision that would cause him to have to bear witness to any damage they could cause. He looked at Zynnis, he was relaxing, almost as if the entire thing didn't bother him, or was boring him even.

The bull looked to Zynnis quickly, his huge, horned head leaning back against the chair, "They're taking their sweet time Zyn, we need to move a little faster than this. Legacy was only a few steps behind us when we left the armory, who the fuck knows where he's at now." The bull turned his head towards Styrr, his scowl becoming even more menacing, "And who the fuck are you?"

Styrr opened his mouth to speak, but immediately shut it when the look from the bull became even more stern. It was as if he wasn't given permission to speak by the group in general, therefore he wasn't going to get to without the silent promise of some pain. He stepped back a few paces to the wall and leaned against it silently, staring back at the bull until he turned back to look at his boss.

"Just an observer Kelris, ignore him like I do and let's get this done." Zynnis moved a hand up to adjust frequency on the com unit in his ear, "Trip, what the fuck is the holdup, we're ready to move now."

Zynnis knew that Trip almost always had his own com on and sighed when the answer came through, "Your damn advisers aren't moving fast enough. They're being sluggish, whats the situation?"

"There is an unidentified ghost ship closing steadily and somewhat alarmingly on our position, I'm going to take my team in and clear it. From what it looks like here, it should be a cake walk. I don't just want to blast it out of the sky, it could be a nice asset if it's still in running condition." Zynnis was imagining the look of disapproval on Trip's face and wanted to finish what he was saying before the wolf had a chance to respond, "Don't argue with me, my team is ready to go, your council of advisers is not. I thought we had a deal?"

Trip was growling through his mic loud enough to cause Zynnis to grimace and take another drink from his beer, "You're already injured you dumb stubborn asshole. You are not going, that's what they are for, and you know it. You also know I'm right, so don't you dare leave that room."

Kelris nodded at his boss, agreeing with the wolf that he could hear clearly through his bosses headset, "You know he's right boss, we've got this. Ain't no need for you to overwork yourself." For the first time since Styrr had entered the room with Zynnis he saw the bull show a slight grin.

Zynnis muted his mic quickly, snarling at the bull, "You shut your fucking mouth, you know I can do this just as well as any of you fuckups." That comment brought a chuckle from every other team member in the room besides the wolf standing in the corner who simply looked over and shook his head. The bull could only responded with a sigh.

The door to the situation room opened quickly, slamming against the doorstop quite loudly, showing the great strength that the large wolf had as he stormed into the room, teethe bared, "You can't even lift your own sidearms you jackass, so don't tell me you're well enough to do anything!" The wolf was furious, and the fact that he almost ripped a blast proof strength steel door off the hinges he was wearing nothing but a tight pair of leather pants, shirtless seemed to be the theme of the day.

Zynnis stood slowly, then quickly drew his pistol and aimed it at his director, "Oh really? You remember, I can do anything I put my mind to and you know it. I'm going, and you've not the power to stop me.." The hybrid chuckled and holstered his weapon, grabbing a duffel bag that was sitting next to his chair. He opened it, pulled a ballistic vest out and slung it over his chest. At that point, Styrr had to admit that the Hybrid was quite attractive. He pulled out an assault rifle from the bag as well, checking it quickly and then slinging that over his back. He took one more look at Trip, winked, and started towards the door, "Let's go guys."

The Dragon looked around to see the commandos smiling and shaking their heads in amusement. The entire situation in the room almost blew his mind. He knew that these furs were some of the best, if not the best, warriors in the universe, but they acted and even looked like a bunch of juveniles. He looked at the obvious couple, the wolf's muzzle buried in her neck fur, and his paws running down her side. The sight of that alone would make almost anyone nervous, but for some reason, this team worked, and apparently worked well. Unfortunately he still couldn't decide if he could even begin to tolerate something like that.

Trip saw the beer on the table and pointed to it, more angry now that he had seen it, "Are you fucking serious? And you've been drinking? How many have you had." The wolf stood in front of the door, almost completely blocking it, "You're really going to go off ship after god knows how many drinks you've had? Your putting the rest of your team in danger, god only knows how many you've had in the last hour alone.

At that point, Zynnis almost lost it, he controlled his anger and stared coldly at the wolf, his ear twitching angrily, "Really now, you want to pull that card." Zynnis tilted his head and looked around at his silent team, looking into each of their eyes, "I've worked with these guys enough, and I know myself enough to know when I'm not able to do my job. So go fuck yourself."

Styrr stood silently, patting his paw against his leg idly, waiting for the situation to either blow up, or cool down, and he honestly couldn't tell how either of the business partners were going to take it, but then saw the wolf smirk and he tilted his head in confusion.

Kelris quickly piped in before the two went to blows, "Alright gentlemen, I know I have very little status when it comes to you two, but you both need to pipe the fuck down, we've got work to do, and neither of you are getting anything done at this point except pissing each other off and making our work more difficult, "The bull turned his head to Trip, "I know you worry about the boss, he's a stubborn jackass and hard as hell to get his mind wrapped around certain things, but this is a fight you wont win." The bull held up his hand before the wolf could say anything back, "We'll take care of him, we always do, and to be honest, he knows exactly what he's capable and when he can and can't do things."

Styrr watched with amusement, smiling slightly as he rethought his opinions about the group as a whole. They at least had some level headed people here, but the dragon hadn't seen much more than a few furs during the entire tour, but things were definitely starting to look up for the company as a whole. The ARMC looked to the Dragon as if it consisted of no one with a level head other than the Director, and Styrr firmly believed that in this case, the Director was in the right, and the Commander fully in the wrong. He resisted the urge to voice his opinions by chewing the inside of his cheek slowly.

The bull continued, looking directly at Zynnis, "And boss, I promise you, if you fucking talk to him like that again, I will personally beat the shit out of you." He smiled at both of them, stood up, and started to get his gear situated, "And with that Sirs, I formally request that we get this emergency situation under control before either of you kill one another."

Zynnis turned quickly back toward the table and grabbed what was left of his beer, sipping from it slowly as he gently pushed by Trip and headed out the door. His team quickly stood and followed suit, their boots pounding the steel floor loudly. Trip pushed himself in front of them, getting himself right behind Zynnis, and Styrr, hurrying out after them, not wanting to miss a thing. Zynnis headed quickly for the hangers, he knew his team was the best trained members of his staff, and were more than capable of handling this on their own, but he took everything as a personal attack on him, and he wasn't about to have that.

"You know you shouldn't be doing this Zyn. You know it as well as I do, and if you were in my position, you'd be saying the same thing, actually, you usually do, so you know I'm right." Trip was still fighting the losing battle with the hybrid despite Kelris' short speech, it didn't seem like he was connecting with the hard headed hybrid, but it didn't seem to bother him in the least, "Your team can handle it, I know it, and so do you."

"Yeah, I know they can but we're a team. Where they go, I go," Zynnis stopped at the hanger door and entered a code, the large blast doors opened loudly, and Zynnis quickly continued into the large, bustling, hanger bay, "This is your stop, maybe you could take this time to go talk to your council about timely assembly," Zynnis chuckled and waved his director off as he walked past the blast doors towards his teams assigned transport ship. It was suspended about forty feet in the air, but the bottom of the cargo lift was dropped down and hung just slightly above the hangar deck. Zynnis stepped up on it and killed his mic, his team on his heels, following his lead.

When everyone was positioned on the lift, Zynnis slammed his fist down on a large button and it started to slowly rise up into the the belly of the transport ship. The transports interior was very much like Haven itself, the difference being the lack of walking room and head height. From the darkened cargo bay you could see a stack of containers on one wall, and what looked like an all terrain vehicle situated near the other wall. The single door at the center of the inward wall was barely lit by tiny red emergency lights at the top and the bottom.

The lights in the cargo bay blared on painfully a few seconds after the bottom of the lift sealed itself to the belly of the transport. Zynnis closed his eyes painfully and put a paw over them as he shouted a short order for the lights to dimmer and waited impatiently for a moment before lowering his paw and opening his eyes. He sighed as he turned to face his team and leaned his head back to stretch his neck. He sighed as he reached across his chest with his good arm and tried to pull the assault rifle off his back by the strap, and growled when he was unable to do so. Zynnis motioned to his team to turn their coms off with a quick gesture with a paw across his neck.

"Someone come and get this fucking rifle off my back and clasp this god damned vest," He looked over to Kelris and glared angrily, "And don't you ever back Trip again you dumb fucker, it's already hard enough to get him to shut up as it is."

Zynnis growled in pain as the black wolf walked behind him and tried to pull the rifle off his boss' back carefully, and grimaced when he heard the growl. He then slowly walked to the front of Zynnis and carefully clasped the vest across his chest, "Sorry boss, can only do so much with you as beat up as you are." The wolf's voice was quiet and apologetic.

"Well, then perhaps Legacy was right, can you even carry your weapon?" The bull was glaring back, somewhat irritated, but accustomed to the way his leader acted on a regular basis, "If you're unable to preform, perhaps you should have stayed behind maybe?"

Zynnis laughed, then Kelris started, the two of them knew that any member of the team could preform at an efficient level regardless of their physical or mental status, especially with this mission being as simple as it seemed, "Alright, this should be a cake-walk anyways. Our ship scans showed no heat readings inside the ship, and I'm still able to shoot straight with my good arm," The Hybrid looked over to the wolf and nodded to him thankfully, "Trust me Alistor, I had enough problems trying to get my utility belt on, so it's quite alright thank you."

Zynnis heard a new voice on the ships intercom and his ears perked up quickly, "We ready to go? I've bee somewhat briefed, but require a few more details on the way. Someone want to get up here and enlighten me on the full details?"

Zynnis looked at Kelris with a raised brow, "And who the fuck is that? I'm really tired of new arrivals and surprises, I swear to god if this is Trip... " He let his voice trail off as he looked up at the ceiling and put his paws in their air as if to ask why.

The bull shrugged, his paw moving towards his pistol, "Don't know boss, shall we have a looksee? I'm just tired of things not going as planned, today was our scheduled day off from regular activities and training simulations."

Zynnis shook his head slightly and let out an exaggerated sigh, "No, I'll handle this. I've had too many surprises already in the last few days, I guess I can handle one more. This is at least more exciting that dealing with that obnoxious dragon all day long."

Kelris rolled his eyes and watched as Zynnis checked his weapons, "What's his story anyways? I don't know if I like the fact he's observing us, it's a tad unnerving actually."

Zynnis sighed as he started towards the single door leading out of the cargo bay, "Trips new friend. He's Styrr Kinster, CEO of Kyna Group, I'm to the point where I firmly believe that he has been put in this universe to make my life as miserable as possible." The Hybrid chuckled as he thought back to their first meeting, "Also, I tried to kill him, so I guess Trip is making me be extra nice to him as a way to make up for that."

The bull shook his head in disbelief and let out a short chuckle, "Well, I guess you should have actually killed him then. Though, I'm not too sure that Trip would have let you live after that. I think he's in more charge than you, mostly because you let him."

Zynnis sighed and refused to make a return comment as he rolled his eyes and exited the cargo bay, slowly making his way up to the cockpit, reaching down and flipping the safety off of his weapon. It wasn't often an assassination attempt on his life was actually followed through, but with the events that had been plaguing his relatively simply and routine recently, he was not going to be caught unaware and unprepared. He couldn't survive everything, but he was ready and willing to at least go out with a good fight.

He palmed over the console to the cockpit door when he came to it, and the door opened quickly and silently. In front of him stood a bright blue husky, and Zynnis was not sure if it was his natural fur color or if it was dyed, and truthfully, he did not actually care. He kept his hand on his weapon as the new pilot turned from his controls and looked at him, his head cocked.

Zynnis raised his weapon from his holster and simply stated his next question, "And who the fuck are you?"