“Scouting party?” He asks, “That’s frightening to say the least.”
“and barely that.”
“Let’s just hope they only want to talk.” He says.
“they do.”
“That’s a relief.” He says, relaxing.
They enter a hangar, and they could see several hundred fighters docked above them
Zablex takes a deep breath to calm down.
“so that’s a full hangar, huh.”
“Very.” He says, If this is but part of just one ship’s compliment; an entire fleet of these ships could invade star systems with relative ease just from sheer force of numbers. he thinks.
It lands and the cockpits open, with other fighters lining the way to the corridor
Zablex hops out then helps Celica and the others get off of their ships.
They all salute at them
Zablex keeps his composure but he is still uneasy about all this; usually a being with this big of a ship that was looking for him and his affiliates weren’t too keen on letting them live. He returns the salute and motions to Celica to do the same then looks at the nephews, “Lead the way.”
She does so, “…we won’t fit in the corridor…” Mumbled the left one
“So, just go straight and we’ll meet…who are we with right now?” He asks.
“yes.”
“Thank you.” He says as he begins heading that direction with the Baileys and Celica.
Celica leads the way, wanting to meet their general
Zablex follows with the Baileys close behind. He is keeping a calm composure.
After some time they reach a vaulted door