Ordrud glided gracefully just beside large ship headed towards the JB-7C - its massive eldritch tentacles gave off the eerie dance akin to the octopuses of Earth. It'd heard of the galaxy's plight in preventing its own destruction. Truly, it hadn't cared at first - everything had to end eventually and this galaxy was no exception. However, something shifted within Ordrud - it was perhaps the remnant thoughts of the scientist who gave his life to give it sentience - and it knew that it wanted to prolong the Galaxy's existence, if only for a while. Hence, the eldritch creature agreed to a truce, occupying the body of one Johann Nash - who was to be his representative inside the ship; as he was far too large to fit inside. Although he did found it somewhat amusing, seeing all the unsettled crew members within the ship - even the heroes inside found his presence somewhat strange. 

His representative, Johann Nash, reported to the Dresden pirates in his stead, while his true and terrible form would provide whatever long range support the GSU needed - given his immense psychic powers, he could just hurl bolts of pure psychic energy towards whatever enemy they'd be facing and stay out of harms way. Heck, he could even dominate the minds of whatever local creatures roamed the planet and have them be the cannon fodder should it be needed. 

However, his biggest asset was his ability to instantly transmit any communications to anyone from anywhere. Indeed, he would also function as a huge satellite transmitter. 

However, if any monstrosity does make it to this side of the Universe....well, Ordrud salivated at the thought of devouring such a beast. It would cooperate....for now

Xukai leant against one metallic wall of the large troop carrier they were all in. This sort of action would be a first for him, he'd never been in a large scale battle, or in fact anything beyond an orcish assult on his own tribe. He had not a single person here that he'd actually trust to watch his back, if anything everyone here was an enemy with only a tenuous unity of purpose that bound them together to not start a large scale brawl en route.

Two knives were strapped to his hips and he was already clothed in his rather low-tech armour. It was quite clear that he was amongst some of  the worst equipped in the room, having no fancy space armour nor weaponry, although he was fairly confident that his magics could fill the gap left by his equipment. If not then he'd just take new arms and armour off of the corpses of those he slew, that was a practice he was very familiar with. 

For now he'd stand quietly on a wall listening to the little man as he gave the instructions, it seemed fairly simple. Xukai decided that the pirates were most likely to at least not kill him on site, they were pirates after all so he felt like he'd fit in best with them. When they moved towards the drop portals he'd follow after them.

Within the mists of everyone, one man stood towering above them all, quite literally. The Norane, who called himself David Ragroth, stood back against a wall. Away from the crowds and close to the Pirates. He both smiled upon the event that was about to take place, it was the perfect battleground for him to make his legend. The thing he craved so much, was now sitting right in front of him. His legend was within arms reach, the battle was so close he could almost taste it in the air. 

Upon hearing the voice of the mysterious man, an announcer if you might, he smiled lifting his great hammer and resting it upon his shoulder. He knew he looked completely out matched compared to everyone else, with his mediocre chainmail and leather armour. However, his faith in the spirits where strong today, and with his faith brought his magic and will. Being a Guardian he knew he'd have to fight to protect his equals and leaders, even those of the enemy, because today they all combined forces to fight as one.

Making his way towards the Pirates, he was careful not to knock anyone over, being almost three times as tall as the average man made it hard to traverse in crowded areas after all. Once over to the pirates he removed his helmet, holding it under his arm snuggly. He whispered a few words of Norane language under his breath, asking for protection in the light of battle. Once he finished he put on his helmet and held his great hammer in both hands. Ready to move, he looked forward to the battle, excitement and warfare where soon to come, something he was born for.