Silence. The vacuum of space absorbing all sound as a large ship slowly maneuvered its way through the remains of what was once a thriving border planet of the galaxy. Behind the large ship, the growing fleet followed en route, taking care of any ‘trash’ left behind from the current mission. The destroyed planet was just one of many thus far that had been obliterated in the ship's pathway to 'glory'. If nothing more, the planet had been destroyed on the simple principle that it defied allowing the leader of the large ship colony to overthrow the government and take over. A distress signal had been sent to the IGA, but it was too late to do anything in response. The culprit ship, The Destroyer, and the culprit mass murderer, Gallatros. Gallatros sat upon their winding thrown within the massive main ship and peered at the planet remains as they floated through the wreckage. Gallatros was still a long ways out from the central planets, and had a long way to go until they reached their main goal, but time would bring them closer. Good thing Gallatros could be a patient individual if they so pleased. Gallatros’ crimson eyes peered emotionless at the planetary debris, and bodies, floating past. Simply another obstacle to overcome in their rise to power, that was all this was. Slowly, though, a wicked grin spread across Gallatros’ thin lips, "move forward." The command came calm and clear as they continued on their quest. One way or another Gallatros would rule the galaxies, or destroy anything that dared defy their rule. Slowly, the ship moved on in an almost snake like-fashion... Location: IGA command shuttle along the outer borders The young officer made his way through the winding halls of the command shuttle to find his way to the captain. Entering the room, the captain was conversing privately with some official. The officer waited for the discussion to end. As the vid-screen disconnected he stepped forward to make himself known. “Captain, we have picked up on a distress signal from one of the outer border planets.” “Is this urgent?” “Sir—all signal has disappeared. Its as if the planet has been wiped out. It was a mixture of screaming and chaos then nothing” “Replay the message” “Yes, captain.” The officer typed in a few codes on the console as the message was briefly played back. The voices were very distressed and in some foreign language, but the distress was clear. There were sounds of explosions and screaming in the background before a clear: “Help. Help us please Hel—“ the rest was cut off by a loud explosion and static. The captain listened with a frown, “where are the coordinates?” a visual popped up as the captain sighed, “set a course. We won’t arrive for another hour, but god lets hope that there are some survivors” The ship changed course, but would never reach its destination. Instead, like the planet that had sent the distress signal, the IGA ship would run into the fleet of Gallatros who was still in a bitter mood. In the matter of minutes, Gallatros’ fleet would lay waste to the command shuttle, leaving no survivors, and simply continue on its way-- ~~ Isolde sighed as she continued to work upon the wounds of the members of the ship she was a part of. They'd recently finished a mission that had gotten at least half the crew injured in one way or another. They claimed it was a mixture of the hungry cannibals and the government ships chasing after them upon their exit. She personally claimed it was male stupidity, but that was her. She was just a medic-droid programmed to treat wounds. That was it. Why should she have any emotion toward these crew members? Well that was part of the problem. Even though she was a completely artificial life that should be void of emotions she had a grasp of what they were. That's how she'd ended up on Valiant in the first place. Finishing the patch upon the captain she stepped back "You're finished, captain" she stated in a level tone as he got off the examining table with a soft groan and moved quickly away to tend to other matters. Isolde watched him go quietly and then began to sterilize the instruments as her next patient came in. The part that got her most about this whole ordeal was that at least two of the people injured weren't even off the ship once. They Intergalactic Police Federation had been tagging the ship for illegal products, and taken chase to them for a short bit. Luckily they managed to escape from the IPF and keep the goods for delivery, but they'd all gotten quite shaken up. Ophelia had been in the weapons room last she checked doing a twice over of weapon inventory 'just in case' they hadn't given the IPF the total slip. Herbert was back to tending the pilot seat, and her next 'victim' was Eragor, the resident mechanic. She wasn't too worried of his condition, he was a naturally fast healer, but the captain had ordered that all personnel seek a medical once over by Isolde before resuming duties, just in case. Fixing the wound upon his arm she nodded, "Alright you're done..." she shooed him away back to whatever duties he might have to undergo. Shaking her head she finished cleaning up and walked through the familiar halls of the ship to her personal quarters. Closing the door behind her she moved to a large computer terminal where she took a seat and began to look up some information. At the moment they were assuming they'd gotten a clean get away. That left only the drop off point of the stolen goods. Their next destination was Aspearas Prime, a bog planet. Where their contractor, Kira Moonshine, would be meeting them to give them payment and take the illegal goods off their hands. As they were moving along there was a sudden jolt of turbulence through the ship as they lost yet another buffer to the ship along the way. As much as she liked Valiant, it seemed the thing was always falling apart, no matter how many repair jobs it underwent. She couldn't help but curl her lips into a slightly amused smile, though, after making sure all her things were secure. Such was life upon the Valiant. One rough ride after another.