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||Attention, Attention,|| Stacy's voice rang out suddenly throughout the ship. ||Will the following personnel please report to the Obs Deck:||

||Michael Blanc,||
||Kazami Shiro,|
||Andrew Davis,||
||Aibghalien Marsai,||
||Spiderman--616 universe,||
||Julian Keller,||
||Nanashi,||
||Katara,||
||Lash,||
||Wags-Tail-Alot,||
||Phillip,||
||and Vita.||

||Attention, Attention...|| The message repeats over and over, until all of the people she was calling reported to the Obs Deck.

Once they get there, they're greeted with an unusual sight. The mouth in the huge statue on the wall opens, revealing a screen. On it, the dossier for the mission flickers into display, understandable to every person there. Smaller copies of the dossier appear in holographic form in front of everyone.

The planet's stats, right next to a rotating picture of it, a dusty brown orb with orange clouds overhead:

Planet Designation: Arkez prime
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Scattered pockets of hardy flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: None.
Sentient Life: None.
Water: 13% of the planet's surface.

Climate: Arid, desert climate [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: Dry, arid, desert landscape.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 28% oxygen, 62% nitrogen, 5% xenon, 5% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.

Air Pressure: 14.543 pounds per square inch.
Sky: Red with orange clouds.
Sun: A class F2V, yellow star.

Warnings: Terrain can be hazardous. Recommend caution when navigating terrain.

Mission: Minor Ohm splinter force detected on planet's surface. No Node detected, minor threat. Destroy before reinforcements arrive. Ohm artillery detected. Unable to send in heavy weaponry to engage. Ambush/Reconnaissance team will deploy to reduce Ohm threat prior to full engagement. Details to be provided.

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Time for the old wizarding standby.

Aibghalien quickly cast a Grease spell beneath the charging tank's descending legs. (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/grease.htm) ()

Having picked his shot carefully, Phillip slotted the Trigger memory into the gun and aimed at one of the tanks's legs, one of the others that Aibghalien wasn't aiming at.

announced the gun as Phillip fired a great beam of blue energy at the attacker.

The Tank, despite taking serious wounds from the attacks and losing two of its legs, barreled through the group closest to the Firebugs, thrashing wildly at them.

As for the Firebugs, it was too little too late. Two of them did collapse from the wounds they suffered, and the third was knocked off balance from having its joints frozen and having the ground beneath it turned to rubble, but it managed to get off a last-second shot, sending a massive ball of fiery red plasma hurtling towards the crew.

They had only moments before most of them would be unpleasant smears on the ground.

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Yet that wouldn't happen, since in that moment there was a crackle of energy and a bright flash of light between the crew and the oncoming plasma ball, and when that died down a strange alien figure appeared.

He held up a hand, and an odd disk-shaped device on the back of his hand began to glow. In that instant, the plasma ball halted where it was, hanging in midair menacingly, but thankfully it was no longer a threat.

"Commander," the figure said into a communicator on his other wrist. "I've found the splinter force we were looking for. It appears they were in mid-combat with some other forces. Judging by the ship in orbit, it appears to be the crew of one of the Transmigration ships."

"Acknowledged," came the reply, "Revus, you and Ippli start clean up. I'll be there in a second."

"Sir, yes sir!" the figure, apparently named Revus, said.

"Ippli, you heard the commander," he said with a flick of the wrist, sending the hovering plasma ball into the remaining Grunts, vaporizing all of them with a massive flash of light. "Finish off that artillery."

There was another flash of light, and now another figure--much more gaunt and alien looking than Revus--appeared.

"On it!" Ippli said, hovering over the injured Firebug. He raised his hand, a similar disk-shaped device glowing on the back of it, and sent the Ohm creature flying into a nearby outcropping of rocks, causing it to burst from the force of the impact.

"Commander," Ippli said, looking down at the Tank, "Tall, dark, and ugly is all yours!"

Now, a third figure appeared, this time a serpentine being, with a humanoid torso and a massive snake-tail in place of legs.

Armed with the same disk-shaped device as the other two, he lifted his hand, raising the Tank into the air, and with a flick of his wrist, the creature burst apart. Bug guts flew through the air in a rather grisly fashion.

The other two moved next to the third figure, who was now quietly looking over at the crew.

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Julian was looking back at the new comers. Reinforcements? Did Stacy pop out more crew members?

They had splattered the Ohm, but... well, he knew from experience that that didn't always mean much.

«Don't let your guard down yet. Anyone recognize the new guys?»

Scenestealers, Aibghalien said with some irritation -- the bruised ego of a wizard who'd been about to do something awesome couldn't be soothed by so little as a couple of aliens saving their butts. But they seem to have identified us. I've still got plenty left; I'd recommend that however we choose to engage them, I stay at medium range with defense spells ready, just in case.

...Also, this is probably where they reveal in some way that they're capable of hearing our transmissions.

Considering that they haven't made any hostile moves, I'd certainly hope you'd stay your hand. V3 walks back to join his crew. They know we're the current crew of Transmigration 9. And they effortlessly took out the Ohm. The fact that they don't seem hostile at the moment is a good thing.

He stops, brushing bits of Firebug off his shoulder, and turns to examine the newcomers. V3 can't help but wish his Matrix Eye was still working, he can't examine them with X-rays now. The snake man resembles a naga, a being of myth from my world. I can't tell you much more than that, except it might be wise to introduce ourselves. The last bit is more directed at Julian than anyone else.

Katara had seen a lot, but the last thing she'd expected was a whole gang of aliens swoop in to rescue them in the nick of time. What was important, however, was finding out who they were. She had her water pouch at her hip now, but she stayed her hand for the moment, walking up toward where the third figure had burst one of the Ohm.

"Excuse me," Katara piped up. "Not that we aren't grateful, but we've never seen you before, and you just efficiently took down an enemy we were told to eliminate, enemies that are really difficult to take down. Please tell us, who are you?"

The serpentine figure looked down at Katara as she walked over. Closer, it became much more obvious how massive he was. He stood over eight feet tall, and combined with the length of tail he was using to support himself, he must have been at least 13 feet long from head to tail.

"Lensemen," he said tersely with a rather gruff voice. "I'm Commander Rahk. These are Revus and Ippli. Now who are you?"

Revus looked at the crew with a slightly annoyed look, while Ippli seemed much more excited to be meeting new people, considering how bouncy he was acting.

Katara, who really should have been intimidated by this and secretly was a little, gave him a bow. "I'm Katara, but more importantly, we're all the crew of Stacy. Our reason for being here was to engage the Ohm and weaken them before their reinforcements got here. You can ask our leader for more information though."

She motioned to Julian. He WAS the leader for the skirmish, after all.

Julian floated over and moved himself between Katara and the 'Lensmen.' He was still wary of the newcomers, and the way Revus was looking at them didn't help. Experience had taught him that the enemy of your enemy wasn't necessarily your friend.

"I'm the Commanding officer of this group. Ensign Keller, Transmigration 9," he introduced himself. "What do you want?"

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Revus holds open his hand, and a holographic screen appears, into which he punches a few commands.

"It seems to check out, sir," he said simply. "The IFF signal coming from the ship confirms it's the Transmigration 9."

"I was wondering when they'd turn up!" Ippli said excitedly. "Most of the other ones are still missing, though."

Commander Rahk gave only a grunt in response to the other two, before turning back to Julian.

"We were conducting a training mission for the two of them when we heard reports on this Ohm splinter force," the Commander said. "It's our duty to deal with threats like these, so we responded."

Oooookay... Julian briefly looked back at the group, then at these Lensmen.

"'Other ones?'"

"What, you didn't think the 9 was to make it sound fancy, did you?" Revus said with a slight sneer. "There are more of them. Leave it to a Pre-Bleed not to work that one out."

Of course, that got him a slap on the back of the head from the Commander.

"There were at least 10 Transmigration ships," Rahk said. "But they all got lost somehow. Only 4, 7, and now 9 are currently accounted for."

There was a smug looking smirk from Julian after Revus got his headslapped by his boss. It was at least enough to appease him such that he decided not to point out that they're the idiots who lost at least ten ships that were each size of a moon.

Though...

"Shouldn't we already have been accounted for? We had managed to get in touch with a race known as the Daligig a while back, they said Stacy was one of their ships. Have you ever heard of them?"

"Of course we know the Daligig," Revus said. "Who doesn't? They're the ones who established the GIA in the first place."

"Revus, be nice!" Ippli chimed in. "It's not their fault they don't know this stuff. They're from undeveloped worlds!"

The bad thing is, it really did sound like Ippli was trying to defend them, however insultingly it may have come out.

"The Transmigration Project isn't exactly widely known," Rahk said. "The only reason we know is because we're Lensemen, and I try to keep tabs on the situation. Haven't had a chance to check in with the Daligig on it for a while now, though."

The Commander looks thoughtful for a moment.

"Since we've found you anyway, I'd like to take a look at your situation. Would you mind escorting us back to your ship?"

He didn't really need them to, of course. But he's a stickler for protocol.

"I'll have to check with my boss, first. If you'll excuse me a moment..."

Julian went silent as he used his comm ring to report back to Leon, and after a few minutes, he finally returned his attention to the Lensmen. He pulled out his omnicomm as he approached the Commander.

"I need to validate your Identification. Though you should know we don't allow pets on board, so your dog there," Julian pointed to Revus, "is probably gonna have to wait outside," he stated in a faux polite tone. "We just had the carpets cleaned and everything, we wouldn't want him to make a mess or bring any fleas on board, ya know?

"Anyway, ID?" he requested pleasantly.

V3 places a palm over his mask. Please tell me I didn't hear that.

Revus was about to make an angry remark before he got a stern look from the Commander.

"Skirrys Rahk, Lensmen commander and bearer of Lens Arhak-00," he said.

"Revus Lod," Revus said with an annoyed tone. "Lensmen recruit and bearer of Lens Molat-18."

"Ippli of Morhalu," Ippli chimes in enthusiastically. "Lensemen recruit and bearer of Lens Akka-13."

It took several seconds, but Stacy chimed in rather quickly.

||Their ID's check out, and their biometric scans are consistent with their records,|| she said.

What the...</>

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The guys had just saved them, ALL of them, they barely had a scratch, and he decided to thank them by insulting them? She had to resist the urge to choke Julian there and then. She simply took a deep breath and chuckled lightly.

"He's joking," she said, her head still swimming with all of the information they'd just received. "Granted, you all could be a lot nicer, as nobody likes just learning things and being condescended to, its rude. In any case, we'll be happy to escort you to our ship. There's a lot we'd like to know."

And Julian had a pleasant smile on his face the entire time.

«Everyone back to the transport. We're to escort our "guests" back to the ship.»

"Permission to come aboard granted. If you'd follow me," he said, and started making his way back to the transport.

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