<div align="center">(http://picturehoster.info/images/21607980841935550933.jpg)</div><br/>The Large blister on the side of the Musashi, near amidship opened up as one of the Ship's seagulls pulled away, and started to make its way to the Object. On the bridge, Jeremy watched intently with his single hazel eye. He just barely heard the hiss of the door as Misa stepped onto the bridge. He turned his head to see who come onto the bridge, and his features softened somewhat before he returned his head back to the display. "The SHuttle should be arriving momentarily Captain." Charlotte announced. "I want video put on on the monitor." Jeremy ordered. "Yes Sir." Charlotte stated as she turned to a technician. Soon, and Image appeared on the main monitor just above the windscreen. It showed the remains of a Ship. The design looked earth in origin, but old. The shuttle swooped around the outside of the ship, and sought any identifying markings. The ship was 150 meters in length, and blackened, and scorched on the hull, but it didn't appear to be from weapons fire. Soon, the flood lights shown upon the name:<em>The Alter</em>.<br/><br/>it took a moment for the Seagull to find an airlock to dock with. Along with Damien, there were three security personal, as well as a couple of people from the science department. They were to download the ship's logs. Though entering the ship, most of the systems, including lifesupport were offline. "Let's hurry up, this place gives me the Creeps." One of the security troopers stated as he dripped his Rifle tightly. One of the Troopers followed the Science Members while two were assigned to Damien to help with whatever he needed.<br/><br/>The Room their were in was surprisingly small for the size of the vessel. Yet, the curious thing about it was that were eight pods lined  up in groups of Four on either side of the room. On each pod was a Roman Numeral Number I-IIX. Upon closer inspection, it was found that all the pods, but one were inert. Power failure, and damaged sustained by the ship broken all but one of the pods. The one with the Numeral "IIX" Stamped on the lid. "Secure that pod, and bring it back to the ship. I want Engineering, and Science teams on hand as well as a quarantined area made up." Jeremy ordered before turning to Ginga, and Misa. "Any contacts?" He asked.<br/><br/>Elsewhere, Deep within the Galactic core of the Milky Way. Another watched this rather insignificant event play out. Curiosity piqued as the possibilities that were now presented.<br/><br/><em>Is this a fateful meeting, or merely coincidence.</em>