Four weeks had passed since The Alpha had been destroyed, and it's commander killed. The bodies on Lucky's ship had been shot out into space. Lucky sat in the bridge. He was playing an old 21st century guitar and tuning it as he went. Marcus walked in "Hey. We're near a federation outpost. Can we stop by?" He said. Lucky put the course for the landing site "Sure. I was heading there anyway. I have some weapons to move." He answered. "Alliance business?" Marcus asked. "Federation business." Ghost said walking, or floating in. Her feet didn't move and she was slightly above the ground. Her cloak flowed in the air, and glowed on the trim. The ship slowly moved to the surface. "Breaching the planets atmosphere." a woman called out. "How fast is this ship?" Marcus asked. "The fastest this ship can move is a light per minute. At least till I added the atom displacement drive." Lucky answered. "This ship can teleport?" Marcus asked. "Teleport, move faster than light, and all of that while being heavily armed." Ghost said. "Move faster than light?" Marcus asked. "It was standard in the golden age of exploration." Ghost answered smiling. After a few minutes The Lightning Strike was on the surface of a small forest world in the middle of a clearing. Lucky walked off the ship in his jacket, and with a red scarf with white lining. It stood out like a beacon with the rest of his clothes being blue. Jeremiah, and Ghost Eye walked off the ship with several metallic crates. They total amounted to seven weapons crates, and three ration crates. "I want ten men to carry the crates. Including Marcus, Ghost Eye, and Jeremiah. Ghost and Cat will be on security detail here. Ivan check the ship for damages. Jessica and three others will follow the supply convoy to the outpost." Lucky said in a demanding tone. All of the crew got into work stations quickly, and the supply convoy was quickly organized. Lucky started to walk off with his crew, and into the forest.