With the passing of about three-earth-weeks, Prescott order the Pacifics and several selected members of his crew to the Pacific Cruiser. They were to leave X-2 and make contact with the two groups living there. As the combine team took to the sky, the Pacific Cruiser engaged her nacelles to full power, leaving X-2 after an eight-year slumber. The planetary distance we extremely easy to travel in minimal time utilizing the Pacific Cruiser's non-FTL nacelle function. As the exterior lighting came online, it revealed the atmosphere had burned away any dirt and debris from the ship. While she wasn't spotless, her Proto-FTL Era, white and blue paint had comeback from the grave.
As the Pacific Cruiser approached Xephos-3, Michigan began a low-frequency, priority ping. After the ship had broken through the atmosphere, the ping was answered by callsign Avenging-Clarity. "Well... at least they are consistant." Said Michigan bringing the Pacific Cruiser down towards the encrypted set of coordinates the ping had received. As the Cruiser set down, the leader of Avenging-Clarity marched toward the ship with an armed escort hot on their heels. The escorts raised their weapons as Michigan and Prescott disembarked from the ship, with More Than A Feeling by Boston blaring in the background.
"That's far enough." Called out a female voice. though, it was muffled by a gas respirator helmet. "State your identities or be cut down." Michigan raised his hands slightly, "I'm Captain Michigan Sloan, callsign Pacific-Delta, Xephos-2 Remnant Group. With me is Commander Prescott Philip, callsign Tetrad-Omega, newcomer with a full group on Xephos-2." Replied Michigan, while Prescott remained silent. The female leader spoke again, "My name is Kali Argonus, species is Claritytian (Clar-tini-an), callsign is Avenging-Clarity, Remnant Group of Xephos-3. What brings Pacific-Delta and Tetrad-Omega to us?" Her question was handed over to Prescott by Michigan stepping back.
"As Michigan said, I am callsign Tetrad-Omega, Commader Prescott of the Interstellar-Battleship, Spirit of Freedom." Began Prescott, his tone light, gentle, but commanding. "While my crew and I are newcomers to this system, we have a proposition Pacific-Delta and his remnants have already agreed to." Kali tilted her slightly at the mention the proposition. "Go on." She said intrigued as to what the newcomer had to offer. "Michigan filled me in on your "Snowesian problem, and I am proposing a solution. When we are all spread out like this, it is far too easy for their forces to pick us off. My proposition is simple: Form a united group, all on the same planet, Xephos-2."
Kali nodded, thought for a moment, then spoke. "We'll accept your proposition, on one condition." Her muffled voice hinting towards excitement. "Name it." Prescott said commandly. Behind that gas respirator helmet, Kali's hollow-pink eyes compressed slightly, indicative of a smile. "I want a tour of your, Interstellar-Battleship." Before Prescott spoke, Michgan informed him of how militarily obsessive Kali's people were. "You've got a deal." Said Prescott shaking her hand. With that completed, Kali barked orders in her native tongue. Mercenaries scrambled and uncloaked their vessel, Avenging-Clarity. After which, it was decided Kali would accompany Michigan and Prescott aboard the Pacific Cruiser, giving Kali's people time to pack up their little encampment.
As the Pacific Cruiser lifted off, Kali joined Michigan and Prescott at the ship's helm. "So Commander, how do you plan on finding Sardon-Atlas?" She asked Prescott, changing the music over from Michigan's Rock and Roll to the song of her people, Rebourne - Clarity [Bootleg]. Prescott motioned to two of the other Scotts. Tresscott, the Spirit of Freedom's Tracking-Specialist and Bresscott, the Spirit of Freedom's Expert Communication Linguist. Trescott was sporting an older model of the Scotts C-Plutonium armor. A scientist aboard the Spirit of Freedom, Dr. Brawn Dietrich, had found a way to de-radioactivate Plutonium and turn it into reactive-kinetic armor. His visor was Y-styled, glowing a dandelion yellow. Bresscott wore a suit of C-Plutonium armor, but her helmet and visor were unique. Her visor formed a crescent moon that glowed iridescent white, while her helmet sported two unique crescent-shaped auto-translation, transceive antennas on the front and back of the helmet. This gave anyone unaware of its design the illusion that Bresscott's helmet was crescent shaped.
"Commander, I'm picking up a masked frequency on the lower band." Said Bresscott, her voice snappy and quick to the point. "It is attempting to flee detection radius... MICHIGAN, HARD TO PORT, NOW!" Bresscott yelled out. Michigan hard-slammed the Pacific Cruiser hard to port. "Full throttle, open a transmission broadcasting to all lower frequencies." Said Bresscott to the communication array technician. "You asked my commander how were are to find Sardon-Atlas? Watch and learn." Bresscott's dual antennas entered the full lower frequency band, and output a hertz-pulse that rendered the Sardon-Atlas' cloaking inert. Within meer seconds of the pulse, Sardon-Atlas hailed the Pacific Cruiser, and with Prescott's pitch, they joined instantly. As Argo Fluge, Chief Officer of the colony-ship, said so well, "It is better to ally with those capable of breaching our cloaking, than it is to make an enemy of them."
As the now trio of ships returned to Xephos-2, this seemingly hypothetical union of the remnants and full groups abandoned by their respective planets, was no longer just a hypothetical pitch anymore. This was real, a unified stand against the an enemy who's purpose from birth until death... was war.