Their breath steamed out of their mouths as they made their way down the corridor hoping to find an entry into the lunar city that Fox had seen. Eventually they came to a large pressurized blast door that sealed the hall. "This explains the air and the cold. This must be an unused section that was abandoned." James moves toward the pad to see about opening the blast door and quickly groans, "Its been shut down, there's no power on this side. Who knows if there's even power on the other side." Even in his heavy coat James looks to be feeling the cold already and Ash and Adam are faring no better. "We need to either go back or get into an area with active life support. Brother?"

Raider nods and scouts forward through the pressure door. Fifteen minutes later the power in the section returns. The doors open and Raider is on the other side with a dozen armed men. One of the men steps forward, "Come with us intruders. No resistance will be tolerated."

What are you doing?

(Before, after the warp) Doug commented, "Gravity didn't change... but that was a crazy long warp. We're off the Earth... or outside my range anyway."

Doug replied, "Sure. This is what we're here for."

(If Combat doesn't start Doug will try to rotate the link)

*Everyone stay calm.*

Anna instinctively stepped backwards while she raised her arms to show she didn't want to resist. Of course given her size and appearance that gesture could be easily misunderstood.

She felt her heart beat faster and how her joints and muscled stiffened as she slowly panicked. Combat always had that effect on her.

'It's ok guys, they haven't shot yet and we are strangers to them so we can hardly blame them for the guns." He turned to the head guard, "We come in peace, take us to your leaders." He chuckled, "saw that in an old movie I scavenged."

Ashley put her hands up at the sight of the weapons and the terse, barked commands. When they were ushered forward she clasped her fingers behind her head and went where directed, not offering any resistance, nor trying to talk.

She figured there'd be plenty of time for chatting when the interrogators showed up.

(OOC: Is Gregory in stealth mode? His MO is to go into it in any unfamiliar surroundings)

Gregory presses himself against the wall to make himself as low profile as possible. His skin changing to blend in with the lit surroundings. If he, alone, could remain unseen, there might be a chance to rescue his friends, or at least to observe until it is safe.

As the others are moved out into the hall at gunpoint Gregory quickly finds the smooth ceramic barrel of a weapon only inches away from his face. "Simple optical camouflage isn't going to fool us. Come along or suffer the consequences."

Gregory almost let out a small squeak and threw up his shields in response to the voice. His danger sense was telling him that this person was serious. Without protest or attempts at evasion, Gregory lowered his head and moved into line behind the rest. Inside his mind, however, he was fabricating a story. Whether they believed it, would depend entirely on what he said, and how he said it.

There were ten men to lead seven novas to whomever or wherever they were being taken. The halls they passed through were empty of other people and many had only the rare door to break up the simply monotony of their look. Either Adam's warp had taken them to some disused part of the city or they were being routed around the people and places of activity. Their captors were dressed in simple clothing, unadorned by symbols of rank or other identifiers, if it was a uniform it was spartan, if it was personal clothing it showed a remarkable lack of individuality. Their weapons appeared to be built of smooth plastic or ceramic and were as simplistic as the rest of their environment.

After what seemed ages of intersecting hallways with no end in sight the hall terminated at a simple doorway. The door split vertically in the center as they entered and slide into the jamb silently allowing them access to a largish room. Seven chair were arranged before a dais and they were instructed to sit. After a short time three more people entered the room. They were older, where the guards had appeared in their mid twenties to early thirties these three appeared well into their sixties.

Unlike the guards the three wore robes with voluminous sleeves that hid their hands. The first's robe was red with a stripe of white on each sleeve. The second, a woman, wore blue with similar white striping on the sleeves. The third, another man, wore yellow, and again the sleeves were striped although in black and not white. They sat on the dais and looked down on the seven novas before them. Their eyes failed to conceal the disgust as they inspected the clearly tainted Anna and James and the woman averted her eyes as she saw Gregory's nakedness.

The man in yellow and black put his hands before him on the simple slab of white material. He studied the group closely for a long moment. "Explain yourselves," he said simply, without emotion or rancor, his voice echoing in the chamber for a moment before silence fell once more.

Raider was pretty impressed with these people. They had survived on the moon for the better part of a century with no supplies from Earth. More than that they appeared to have advanced beyond what they had been in Earth's last days before the Burn. Seeing the disgust in their eyes he looked aside at his motley crew and saw them with new eyes. They must look terrible to these people who were so precise and formal. He also surmised that they must have a very rigid culture being in such tight confines. Raider and company were the polar opposite of these people and everything they stood for. This would require tact and even with his intellect he wasn't sure how to proceed safely.

"I am called Raider, my colleagues and I just became aware of your presence when you destroyed the remnant of that comet what was moving close to the moon. As I am sure you are aware the Earth was devastated by the Burn and is only now starting to climb out of a hand to mouth existence. We are from a town called Newborough and would like to open discussions with you regarding trade and friendship."