In a place near Blackhole Edge, a small fleet was moving toward the border of the Star Field, in the direction of the Flickering World.
Within the command room of the foremost spaceship, many of the operators bustled at their posts, reporting parameters from time to time.
"Reporting to the Captain, we've left the Haite Civilization's territory. Entering the low security area infested with galactic pirates. The alert level has been raised to Level 7. In about fifty-four hours, the fleet will arrive at the joint neutral area and enter the range of the inter-star field stargate."
"Ok. Expand the range of the unmanned reconnaissance fleet. We have to be cautious. The next section of the journey is not safe," Kevin replied as he sat in the captain's seat.
