Cadets should get more credit than we do. I mean, honestly, we are treated like dren and STILL go on with our duties. Now THAT'S loyalty!
-Cadet Tren Crais' personal journal
"The Marauder is hailing us again." Pilot notified from the hologram in the clamshell. Moya's crew all had their eyes glued to Command's port hole. Outside, a Marauder, a PEACEKEEPER Marauder, was flying around. Unusually, it was flying slower than the normal Hetch 7 speed. Chiana crossed her arms, frowning. "Not again!"
Pilot cleared his throat, getting the crew's attention once more. "Something seems to be wrong. Moya's scans detected only one life form present in the ship. How odd." Aeryn nodded to the clamshell, beginning to exit Command. "Alright Pilot, bring it aboard." She looked at the confused faces of the crew. "Look, they should pose no threat. Marauders are nearly next to impossible to fly alone. And we could even get information on Scorpius' whereabouts."
Just inside the Maintenance Bay, the crew stood ready with guns poised. Slowly, the doors opened, and the beaten up Marauder came into view. But no one was ready for what happened next. Limping, a girl of 13 came through the door, bloody and beaten. She leant on one of the tables for support. "Peacekeeper Special Ops. Mission Security Red-5 Velca." She managed to say, not even attempting to blow the strand of black hair out of her face. Zhaan dropped her pulse rifle, going to help the injured child. Aeryn remained unmoving, rifle still trained on the newcomer. "We have mission clearance. Cadet, your assignment?"
"Search and Destroy." She said with a slight smile on her face. Then, she lost consciousness, nearly dragging the priestess down with her. Everyone looked at each other.