In orbit of a desolate moon, the
Tulzscha looms. Its very outline suggests a weapon - long and thin, sensor relays jutting out like lethal spines at either end. Gravity wheels spin the station slowly, but the eye is drawn to one part that conspicuously doesn't move: two golden semi-circles, fixed in space some distance from the center of the station. Their many facets reflect the sun, and coming closer, one can see large looping designs etched on their sides.
A transmission comes in suddenly, and seemingly mid-sentence. At first it plays in an alien language of clicks and buzzes, but an androgynous automated human voice is soon superimposed.
"This is Tulzscha research station, Kreen registry zero-zero-two-Delta-Echo-four. This perimeter is accessable to registered ships only. Due to high levels of neuroleptic radiation, all non-registered ships are forbidden entry. Please wait for clearance."
[This post is for Team 4 - the Mobile Suit unit - and the Team 5 standbys.]