The Praetorian-class frigate Commencement soared through space, eclipsing stars in the distance as it made its way through the blackness. Its torpedo-like hull was beginning to show signs of age with sections where durasteel plating had crumpled in on itself and burnt pockmarks where turbolaser fire had penetrated its shields and left mementos long ago. The old vessel had proven its mettle in those battles, armed with enough powerful turbolasers and shielding enough to dissuade would-be assailants even now. “There, sir.” *** *** “… Houjix Twelve, standing by.” “Are we going in, sir?” Ten asked.