It appeared as a comet in the night sky of Su'Kaan. A burning streak of light slowly growing larger as it descended down through the atmosphere. Hypnotic. Elegant. None who observed it could seem to take their eyes off of it. Some cultures worshiped comets and falling stars, hailing them as omens of good fortune, or even something that granted wishes. Arta however came from a culture that viewed such events are ill and deadly. She gazed on through her HUD system, and felt her heart race with a mixture of confusion. They had only just landed, Her, a 12 of her troops, a group of mixed civilians and the drop ship. This was only supposed to be an investigation. With out a word, and quite suddenly contact with the Feoria was lost, and the cruiser was now burning up as it crashed into the atmosphere. Hundreds of good people were now dead, and they had only just arrived in the system "General...what happened?" A Yamataian woman with short blond hair asked. Arta looked at her bronze stars and nodded "no" at her. "Their last transmission was a critical failure of the hyper drive system." Arta moved over to her Hiksha, and hopped in. "Alright. The ship is dead. We move forward with the mission. Any questions, concerns or complaints? "