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To say they were surprised was an understatement, as the outer airlock door came undone. The two Adepts in the front paused, they signalled for the Marines to stay behind them as the door unsealed, the two atmospheres of the ships intermingling, and mixing.

The Adept took stock, he didn't know if the other ship could accommodate their sheer size. He made one simple gesture, as two Marines moved in front, and ignited their personal aegis shields, shimmering blue-white hard light barriers that buzzed, and crackled. The Marines moved carefully through the threshold, their sleek disruptor PDW's at the ready, faces obscured by hermetically sealed visors that gave them a sinister look with their black uniforms. They pointed their weapons first at Paul, but there was a language barrier.

Two Marines came in behind the first, but they said nothing as they moved into the ship, transitioning from the artificial gravity of the Condor, to a Zero Gravity environment was fairly seamless, as the Marine's gravitic boots engaged.

"We have positive contact, Humanoid Xenos in appearance." The Marine Sergeant called into his radio, speaking a language that sounded ancient, a close relative of ancient Latin.

"Secure the ship for transport to the Harbinger of Piety." The radio replied. "Secure all valuable data, Intelligence will be on station for interrogation. We'll prep the chair." The Radio chirped. The Marine Sergeant pointed to the Oberon crew, and then pointed to his own rank insignia on his collar, gesturing as if he was asking for the leader.