Aodha matched the orbiting speed of the<i>Supremacy </i>before cutting the engines; rather, dialing down their power draw to the point that would make them appear to be inactive to the Serilline's instruments. One of the many minor alterations Aodha had made over the years. "Of course, my liege. I don't have much in the way of food but you're welcome to some protein bars. Peanut butter, no less." Aodha quipped with his own easy smile though his heart was hammering in his ears. On screen, the small shuttle zipped away from the massive capital ship to cross the expanse between the two vessels.<br/><br/>Having come to equal velocities neither craft, aside from the minute boarding pod, appears to be moving within the vastness of the starry expanse that swallowed them. Bellow, as if there was any such thing in space, the Throneworld still dominated well over half of the surrounding scene. Streaks of black smoke marring the near pristine green, blue, and gold colors that painted the surface a patchwork broke only by the fluffy white masses of clouds.<br/><br/>Without a response, the connection was closed and the officer's image winked away to be replaced by the worn black screen it had been projected on. Sighing, Aodha ran his left hand through his rusty colored hair. Turning, his eyes found the diminutive woman propped against the bulkhead and he pointed at his neck. "Best get a collar on you before your friends decide to tear my ship apart." Of course, he would have far more pressing matter to worry about in any such event than the condition of his precious<i>Aurora</i>. So, Aodha stood and walked out of the bridge with only a, "Come."<br/><br/>With more than a limited sense of urgency, Aodha descended into the cargo hold, empty as it was, and headed directly for the area gated off for the slaves that had, just hours ago, been secured therein. Beside the opened door a small locker held a number of the sleek black collars that were ever so common within the borders of the Empire; some protectorates lesser so but common nonetheless. He retrieved one of the light devices and pressed his thumb against the silver charm that dangled from the middle until it chipped once then twice. He tossed it to Renaya without looking as he strode to the airlock some ten meters from the cage and, roughly, in the middle of the ship's hull. "Don't half-ass it, either. Your butt is on the line just as much as mine." Aodha growled over his shoulder as he did his best to straighten out his knee-length coat and, having the presence of mind thankfully, removed his pistol to place it in the weapons rack by the outer most hatch. No sense getting turned into swiss cheese after coming this far.<br/><br/>Hardly a minute later a dull '<i>thunk</i>' reverberated throughout the<i>Aurora </i>as the boarding pod bumped into the outer hull of the Terrain ship. Several meagerer whins and hisses could be heard or, rather,<i>felt </i>as the two craft linked more intimately and the airlock cycled the pressers to equal amounts. Following a minute later with the large cargo doors groaning as they parted on oil parched gears. It was then that Aodha found himself glazing down the barrels of no less than six high powered Serrilline assault rifles and the equal number of armored soldiers wielding such devastating weapons.<br/><br/>Swallowing, Aodha stood a few inches taller and clasped his hands behind his back. "Well, not exactly how we say '<i>Hello</i>' back on Terra but I'm still getting to know the culture."