The group easily manages to move through the labyrinth of tunnels that served as the substructure of the massive ship.  Eventually, they arrive back where they started, although this time without any soldiers to greet them.  The ship still seemed to be in dock, but it seemed as if most of the soldiers had been dispatched to defend the city against the attack, and put little priority on the cruiser.  Only a few, and engineering crews wandered about.  Thier own supplies were laid outside of the ship in crates, while the ship itself seemed sealed up.  But nothing a bit of hacking couldn't solve, if they choose to get a backup of the data taken.<br/><br/>Getting their equipment proved to take little effort, and as they left, the big news of the day seemed to be the attack on the central administrative building.  Several suspects had been killed, and no reported fatalities among the injured had been involved.  The incident itself had been chalked up to a terrorist cell, but beyond that, no further information was  available.  Each member set off to do their own thing, whether it is to buy, sell, gain information, or look for a mission.  When they converged on thier newly aquired ship, the sight that greeted them was likely... not expected.<br/><br/>The Location they had been sent to seemed to be a scrap yard of sorts.  A large warehouse in the docks with parts strewn about in different catagories.   Old model androids walked about categorizing the various parts, working on refurbishing or melting down others, or scrapping ships.  It wasn't until they got to the location indiciated by Commander Klaxx that they found their ship.  It was an ancient, Shinigami class ship, an antique by modern standards.  While the Exarch had been new, shiney with an arsenal comparable to a battle cruiser, this one was old and looked like a strong kick might knock it apart.  Darion would recognize it immediately as one of the first Shinigami Class ships made, the type used when humans first began to travel the stars to look for a new homeworld.  Its design was the same as the newer ones, but old scarring meant that this old ship had seen action, and had lived to tell the tale.<br/><br/><a class="externalLink" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRXhuf2f2T2yvJfmCLcbheGq8xihoJctnNZIPQSwmfJpDLB9xp-" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRXhuf2f2T2yvJfmCLcbheGq8xihoJctnNZIPQSwmfJpDLB9xp-</a><br/><br/>The only other ship in the area was a much smaller scout class ship, although its design was clearly not Alliance.  It was small, black, with a single cockpit, a Scout Ship, although it looked lightly armored, but heavily armed for a ship itself, its sleak body likely meant for high speed combat and punching holes through defenses.  On its side appeared to be a single playing card with the Queen of Hearts, written below it was an alien language that was also clearly not Alliance.  Darion could vaguely recognize the language, but it was hard to pinpoint it.  It was in some sort of field, with a man in some sort of special suit working on it.  Completely covered in a mechanized suit, it was hard to make out any of his features as he worked on it.  As they got nearer, he stopped what he was doing, moving out from the field.  "You must be those folks that Big Bug sent.  Ship's all ready, fueled up, and ready ta go."<br/><br/><a class="externalLink" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQbmFyX2YldJxz9RpH0BMCoFaVitYDcmDnQLmDxHa5b0zT7nGLvBQ" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQbmFyX2YldJxz9RpH0BMCoFaVitYDcmDnQLmDxHa5b0zT7nGLvBQ</a><br/><br/>It was an older sounding individual, his voice distorted lightly by the Suit.  When he took off his mask, it was a human, in his elder years, a grissled beared and long, sweat smeared hair tied in a loose pony tail.  "Didn't think anyone would 'er though.  Most folks think new is better than a classic."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>