An announcement was made by the Space Federation.
The situation in Squarva had worsened and it could no longer be contained- even with the help of the R.I.
Most were dead and the few alive were going to die eventually.
And as unknown intelligent beings roamed about in the contaminated cities- it was evident, that something had to be done and it had to be done now.
Otherwise, the future of humanity was doomed.
"So, we urge caution. Please, at all times, stay out of the Squarva region and if you believe you've been infected or bear the virus within your spaceship- please do not head outside the Betelgeuse formation. Otherwise, you will be sho-"
Click!
He turned off the Holo. "Sure, sure, geezer."
A ship.
A rather small ship. At first glance, totally normal; nothing out of the ordinary.
And just one pilot.
Small sharp facial hair, red eyes, and a grin that signified- 'he was about to do something.'
