Within the hour, two security teams had been sent to the docking bay where Captain Hyphon's transport would soon enter. The room was vast and long. The metal walls, purple with a golden trim around the surface endings, various support pillars glistened golden from the lights built into the ceilings. A half moon stratagem was erected in the middle of the central rear wall. It's metal work black with purple trimmings, making it stand out from the rest of the décor. It stood thirty feet from the floor, supported by more of the golden pillars. Kyril was stood upon the stratagem, waiting, proud. Wearing a simple white t-shirt tucked into his navy fatigues, Kyril still filled out his clothes magnificently despite his age and a little belly beginning to protrude.
Kyril was flanked by another security team, who had their weapons resting upon their chests, with a look that mirrored the expectancy of trouble. After five minutes, Kyril began to pace. Then the drones of an approaching small transport ship could be heard, long before it came into view. Mechanical teams quickly began scuttling about the deck in preparation of the landing, their hi-vis vests flowing in the artificial wind. An earth brown transport hawk came into sight through the force field shielding, it's pilot taking care as he brought the small vessel into the metal harbour.
The Hawk was a very small transport, cramped and designed for five people but was carrying seven, Captain Hyphon, five security guards dressed in the same earth dirt of the ships skin, the six men, stood anxiously near the exit ramp of the rectangular ship, and in the far corner of the transport hold, sat Advisor Winslow, his feet kicked up upon the opposite seat, a smile slowly lengthen across his hateful, gaunt face. The light glistening his teeth as they began to peek between his cracking lips, the cargo hold light suddenly disappeared. The time was now. Hyphon was probably going to lose his ship and for no good reason, and all Winslow could do, was smirk, Hyphon could feel his temper rising. The disappeared light was now replaced by a dim red night glow. The room was filled with the deep red and black sea emitted from the landing light. The engines whined and shuddered as they changed direction to slow the ship down as it came into the artificial gravity of The Evergreen's landing area. With a soft bounce, the ship was down. Hyphon's heart sank to the deepest depths of space as the doors hissed and fell open. The bright light of the landing room penetrated even through to Winslow's soul. Kyril stopped pacing when the door lowered, approaching the black barriers to make sure, the moment the visitors look up, he was the first thing they saw. Errol and his security team exited, they were flanked by a welcome guard of six soldiers, three down each line of the ramp. When it came to Winslows turn to exit the craft, they teams closed in to form a wall, barring him from exiting the transport. "What is the meaning of this!" he spat at the guards. "Sorry, sir, orders. You are not permitted to enter The Evergreen." came a guards voice from behind a visor.
Solomon had finished his bridge shift an hour ago, he was making his way to the landing room when he almost collided with Lyra, sending his sadness fluttering away, his very soul warming despite the cold corridor, Lyra, however was not happy. She had been rushing to get another batch of cookies to the infirmary before Solomon crashed into her, only crumbs and broken cookies remained on the cold metal floor now. Lyra stormed off leaving Solomon alone in the cold with only his warm feelings that had now began fleeting.
The cold corridor shone brighter than usual, hinting a soothing warmth as Lyra walked towards the infirmary. Lyra's pale face glistened wet from tears as she walked into the bright white busy medical bay. The room had not been peaceful since the attack. blood soaked sheets littered the floors. Every bed was occupied with a wounded and bloodied person, some shared two to a crimson speckled mattress, the nurses tending to their patients whilst the doctors working in the far corner surgery on a severely wounded crew member of The Pride of Lions.
'Best get some work done', Thought Lyra to herself as she tied back her long auburn locks, noting that Doctor Fredricks was not in the room, perhaps he was getting more medical supplies.
Solomon had made his way down to the library, looking for Sandra, to check up on her. He eventually found her, slouched over her usual terminal, head hidden within her arms, asleep. Solomon pulled another book from a shelf and sat opposite Sandra's sleeping form, breathing softly. The Library's usual silent personality had quickly vanished when the extra crew arrived. Many had taken to this room to familiarise themselves with the ship and to occupy their minds from the obliteration of their once warm homes. Opening his new book, Solomon began to read, and escaped for a little while. Escaped into forests greener than any world could naturally produce, an elf fighting an orc over land and pride. Not usually what Solomon would read, but change was not always a bad thing.