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Flicka looked at Kiddan for a long time, then she suddenly spoke, "Why is it that you handle the gun that way? Is it not possible, if too much heat gets in the barrel, to have it burst under pressure? Then your hand is gone." She said. Of course this was from her brother, so she didn't know if it was exactly true...

Flicka nodded. She put that in perspective, and sighed. Her people didn't really need guns in the first place. She sighed summoning a small fire ball and started playing with it, back and forth, back and forth.

Flicka skipped off the Shuttle, following Kiddan happily. She saw the two octagons, and a frown appeared on her face. "Don't you just hate the color blue?" She sighed, turning her gaze towards Kiddan.

"Don't have any favorite or least favorite colors." Kiddan continued to lead the way the the briefing room. He opened the door for Flicka and continued to watch the crowd with OCD attentiveness.

Kiddan enters after Flicka and shuts the door. Inside are two Forvians. Kiddan had had encounters with the insect race before. Of course they were peaceful but the Forvians had always made him feel uneasy. Maybe it was the human nature to dislike insects or beings that looked like insects. Kiddan remained at the door and faced the party. "Is this everyone?"

"more, yes, a lot, no. Unfortunately, the Terran government hasn't been very forthcoming with infortmation. But i shall tell you what I know." he put his gear away, "You all know that a Terran convoy was lost over the Planet of Gadresh, thay they made their routine check-in, then dissapeared. What isn't as widely know, is that there was another transmission shortly before they dissapeared. It wasn't much, just a distress call that they were under attack and that thier escort had been nearly wiped out. Said escort was a group of some of the most technologically advanced waships the Terrans have. Needless to say, we aren't dealing with your ordinary pirate gang. Our job, is to go in there and discover the origin and scope of this threat, and destroy it if at all possible. I asked about the cargo, and they didn't tell me anything. Apparently this thing is so top secret that no one except the top echelons of the Terran military know about it, not exactly what it is. Project Whisper, they called it." he reached into his kitbag and pulled out three data disks and tossed one to each of them, "Those contain files on the wildlife and possible threats once we're planetside. There shouldn't be much to worry about, except for the frenam, the local wolf-equivalent. We are authrized to call for reinforcments when deemed necessary, so we won't be all alone out there," he stretched, then leaned back, "Now, any questions?"

Flicka nodded, catching the small disk. "Yes. Do you have a copy of the Distress Call? Because I have a feeling that the reason the Escort was attacked and destoried, was the radio signals. We may be all alone." She noted, putting the disk in her backpack carefully, before, looking back at the others. Her eyes were bright with curiousity; she was trained to ask as many questions to get as much information as possible. As human said, more naive the prey, the easier to kill it. She didn't want to be the prey.