The Kel-Morian Combine certainly were an ever expanding and opportunistic lot, yet even they couldn't handle the almost constant seeming pirate raids and mining camp revolts after Mar Sara was grabbed as one of their mining planets. Coupled with the continued Zerg presence, it wasn't surprising that they extended an invitation to the Dominion to set up outposts on the planet, ones that were unsurprisingly cut off from the rest of the populace on the still rebuilding world. Why the Dominion was interested in the few fringe worlds present in the Sara system was unknown, yet the presence of a massive UED Battlecruiser along with sudden reports of combat and assaults upon various bases on Mar Sara certainly did not go unnoticed. On the other side of the planet space briefly distorted, bending around one central point before suddenly a vessel slid right through, exiting warp space. The vessel, an altered and modified transport ship known as a Grizzly, shook and shuddered under the the sudden and quick entrance as well as from the frighteningly close proximity to the planet.<br/><br/>"Didn't I bloody tell you we're not supposed to warp in this frakin' close to a planet?" came the sudden furious yell of the pilot over the comm as he quickly brought down his fist on one of the buttons nearby, sending an encrypted siganl to the Kel-Morian skycommand, not about to waste time with pleasantries. A few chuckles were heard from within the ship, two rows of three marines sitting uncomfortably within their chairs. "Hey Sarge, what's our orders once we make landfall?" one of them asked, leaning in towards the bald, smoking marine occupying one of the ends. His black eyes slide over to the trooper nearby, the brown cigar rolling slightly between his teeth before he reached up and pulled it free. "Orders are simple. Some UED pussies are poking their noses where they don't belong. Our job is to take care of them." The soldier that had asked the question didn't seem thoroughly convinced however, glancing briefly towards the cockpit while he spoke. "What about the Battlecruiser, Sarge?" The veteran merely shrugged his soldiers, putting his smoke back into his mouth, taking a few slow puffs of the thing. "Not our problem. The Dominion will send something to take care of it."<br/><br/>As the vessel presumedly began entering the planet's atmosphere, occasionally shaking and shuddering under the pressure, Nova simply rested her back against the cool metal of her seat, her gun resting in her lap as she let her thoughts drift. A brief thrill of excitement ran up her spine at the prospect of nearing combat, yet she couldn't help but feel that something was odd about this particular mission. The dead spots and level Black censoring of several of the outposts wasn't really much of a concern, yet she "felt" that something else was out there, something not entirely pleasant.