The ramp pulled upwards and closed the bay, the ship shot off into the air, Marker walked through the Cargo bay "We need -" He was cut off by the deafening sound of alarms as the bay went into a dark red colour. [i]"EMERGENCY ALERT; MILITIA TROOPS AND SHIPS BEING RECALLED. 6TH AND 7TH FLEETS ARE ENGAGED IN COMBAT. REPEAT. ALL SHIPS AND TROOPS OF THE SIXTH AND SEVENTH FLEETS ARE BEING RECALLED."[/i] The alarms came to an end, and the ship's lights returned. "Shit..." Marker whispered, stopping in his tracks. "Shit. Shit. Shit...." Marker said, turning to look at Cylus.