After another fifteen minutes had gone by, the radio op came back on, "Uh, Wraith, the First Mate didn't know who you were, but the Captain sure did. Cussed a blue streak when I said your name. How many of your ships were you planning on landing, and what's the total number aboard?"
"First Mate doesn't remember me? I'm surprised the Captain does. Oh well, we'd like to land all five ships and our numbers total 4 plus a droid," Tyrrazapon responded.
"Copy that, Wraith. Please standby," the operator said. After a few moments he returned. "You have permission to land at the following encrypted coordinants. Welcome to the King's Lair, Nefarion Wraith."
"What do you think, guys?" Tyrrazapon asked the others.
"I don't like it," Anya chimed in.
"Neither do I. How come that Dianna doesn't remember you?" Trychon asked.
"And why did the Captain react like that? Is there something else you're not telling us, Tyr?" Raezyr added.
"I swear I've told you guys everything. I'm just as perplexed as you guys, but there's only one way to find out," Tyrrazapon said and began his decent.
They piloted their respective ships into the atmosphere. As they neared the base coordinants, the saw a large set of hanger doors open in the side of a mountain. They hadn't seen them until they began opening as they were camouflaged.
Once inside the hanger, they disembarked and looked about. There were at least 30 other ships there, ranging size and style from small one man fighters to light freighters and even a large transport that was bigger than the Stalker.
The thing that really caught their eye was the contingent of armed men and women approaching them. All were armed to the teeth. They were being led by a tall human female with shoulder length red hair.
She marched right up to Tyrrazapon and slapped him across the face. "Where the fuck have you been?"
Yowza!
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