Most even now think space is empty, nothing but a howling vacuum absent of everything and while this is true for most matter what space doesn't lack is energy. Radiation, high energy particles, emissions from stars all zipping about seeking matter to strike. Around a singular point in space these waveforms began to dance, emitting a bright glow as something slowly eased open the membrane between dimensions allowing the passing of a vessel back into realspace. Its double bow and mat grey paneled hull was greeted by the lethal rays of the system's yellow star as the blues, greens, and whites of the Anglo-American colony world of Oshima Prime expanded out below the frigate. Emblazoned across her bow was her name neat white stenciled letters, the UMV Bonneville, a Kannon-class Frigate of the Union Colonial Navy. A keen eye would note the various small pieces of damage across the plating, impact marks, energy weapon scorching, all signs of more then a few close calls. A result of the Frigate's current tasking as a loaned operations platform to the Colonial Navy's 'SpecWar' Command group. Within seconds of her transition automated electronic signals reached out from both the vessel and the various pieces of orbital infrastructure over and near the world and the men and women within the ceramic and metallic hull all collectively breathed a sigh of relief… the mission was over for now.