Persephone was a shining jewel in the darkness, a giant, blue-green pearl, splashed with white clouds. The small shuttle was large enough for a dozen people, yet, as it slipped through the stellar traffic and large stations orbiting the planet, heading towards a distant clamshell scaffold, the shuttle's objective the warship held loosely within the giant shipyard.<br/><br/>The shuttle's lone passenger shifted slightly, standing up to look at the warship as the Shuttle began to decelerate, its microfusion drive being vented through various control surfaces so the vessel could rotate around the much larger Capital ship, holding position several kilometres away from the Shipyard.<br/><br/>Within the shipyard, the shape of the ship was unmistakable, a Kol-Class Battleship, upgraded with the newest technologies and research techniques to harden its hull, improve the shield generators, and render its weapons the deadliest possible. Bristling from the Ship's hull were over a dozen heavy weapons, and countless anti-strikecraft weapons, and, even with the ship's stern being, arguably, the least-defended point, due to the simple fact that one could not place many weapons around a half-dozen heavy fusion drives, the stern still had a pair of Heavy autocannon arrays that loosely tracked nearby objects, the barrels of the guns easily large enough for an adult to walk down without ducking.<br/><br/>The shuttle radioed to the shipyard's Command centre, requesting clearance to dock with the warship, and, after a few moments of silence, clearance was granted, letting the small vessel slip into the cavernous maw of the shipyard, before sliding into the open hangar bay on the Warship's starboard flank, a pair of autocannons, and a large Pulse Laser Turret Swiveling to watch as the shuttle slipped into the giant warship's body.<br/><br/>The hangar bay was impressively large, well over a hundred metres across, and fifty metres deep, with a second bay underneath the main bay to launch the strikecraft, instead of receive them. Slowly, vectoring its thrust in the near-nullified gravity of the hangar, the shuttle coasted to the nearest wall, and docked with a dull thump, joining the two vessels by airlock for as long as it took for the lone passenger to stand and exit the small craft.<br/><br/>The passenger could best be described as Big. Standing six and a half feet tall, and well-muscled, he shrugged into his uniform jacket, the additional fifty pounds of armoured clothing not even registering upon his stance as he opened the exit from the shuttle, and stepped through. Closing the shuttle's door behind him, and stepping through the airlock, he stopped, and looked at the Ten marines, five to a side, arrayed as an honour guard, then at the eight officers at the far end of the short hall.<br/><br/>Pausing, he seemed to smile, then Marched to the Group of Officers, watching as they snapped to attention as he arrived. Stopping a few feet from the young Vice-Admiral at the centre of the group, he waited for the group to salute, then responded in kind, his salute being quick, precise, and gently tapping the rank emblem on his cap. "Admiral Kol, Requesting permission to board the TDN Agronev, and proceed with change of command."<br/><br/>