A plume of white and blue bursts from the Barrier Nebula like the tail of a comet on a celestial journey through the void. As the object flew into the gravitational well of Gran Canaria, the plume fell away to reveal the shimmering metallic shard of a Scimitar. Gliding through the silence, the vessel twisted away from the planet nose pointed from where it had come.
A hand curls around a throttle stick and slams it forward. The roaring rage of Prometheus erupts behind the pilot, engines thundering into life. All traces of the nebula burn away to the bright orange flicker in the dark. The vessel slows down until it finds itself stationary in the orbit of the majestic orb of Gran Canaria.
"Canarian docking authorities... this is TT19-3. Requesting clearance for geo-synchronous orbit at grid 745694. " With her request granted, the shard rotates so the eyes of a curious wanderer could look out into the stars. Searching. Waiting.
It would take a few moments for the vessel that the Scimitar had come here to wait for would appear on the horizon. The dark silhouette contrasting with the silky white glow that was unique to Omega-49. Its approach seemed rapid but calculated, cruise engines clearly engaged and blasting out a bright red stream.
Unlike the Scimitar that had arrived before, the vessel, which by now could be identified as a Storm class gunboat of the Coalition Revolutionary Army, did not open up any dialogue with the Canarian control. Instead it entered a silent orbit nearby the light fighter, in such a way so as to make the eventual act of docking with it feasible and convenient. After an exchange of pings between the gunboat and the Scimitar, it would lower its bay door, the space inside wasn't much, but it would suffice, needless to say that this would be a tight fit for the Doctor here as a guest.
With the careful utilisation of lateral thrust and a bit of patience, the Scimitar would slip through the slim opening and clamp down with a muffled click. With the fighter in place, the ramp behind it would raise and seal itself shut, locking away the brightness of the system from whence it came and replacing it with darkness. Upon the activation of the lights, it would be clear that someone had entered the cargo-bay. The only thing left to do would be to get out of the ship and for the Doctor to get on with what they had taken the risk of coming here for.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
Sliding forward the cockpit glass, Thallia stood up and stretched out her arms. Rotating her shoulder the loosen them up, her hands come up to her flight suit helmet and slide it up off her head. Long brown hair flows down her back as she climbs out and hops off the side of the metallic shard she arrived in.
Tapping a side panel, a hatch opens up. Giving a slight heave as she lifts it open, Thallia pulls out a kit bag not too dissimilar to one most people would take to the gym. Having slung it over her shoulder and shut the panel, she puts on her warmest smile. Tucking her hands behind her back to hide the fact they were shaking from nerves, she walks towards the figure.
Despite how imposing his presence must have seemed in full gear minus the helmet, the person Thallia had just approached looked rather young, he couldn't have been over his early-twenties. "Correct, welcome aboard Doctor."
In contrast, he had his hands crossed before him, resting against his chest. Aside from his minor motions from breathing, he stood upright and perfectly still. It was clear that this was Keller's ship and that he was the sole authority on-board. Carefully and with some subtlety, Keller would observe the person before him and try to take a keen note of their mannerisms and over-all tone. But his first impression was that he was by no means dealing with a dangerous individual.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."