Rorian Grand Spaceport

Floating down to land at the spaceport was a ship unlike most others.

It was, perhaps, unexpected. The vibrant blue and orange ship was distinctly in the style of one certain planet who's name was starting to gain fame. What set it out from most was that the ship was not all metal parts or the standard basic shapes of most starcraft. It was a cyborg.

A living, breathing creature.

At first it seemed to carry a resemblance to a lovechild between a manta ray and a snake for its long, streamlined appearance and a set of wide fins at the side. Once it spiraled gently to the ground, one could easily examine that the flowing fins at the side seemed gentle, almost clothlike. The cybernetic creature had a large stripe across its wedge-shaped head, which was both its eyes and the screen for the pilots within.

The creature was at least fifty meters wide, tapering towards the tail. As it landed, the tail curled in towards the mouth, creating a broad, smooth walkway.

A thin maw opened, and out of it, onto the tail, and down into the port, was a woman. She could easily have been mistaken as human, though not normal by any means. The sapphire gown she adorned, along with her auburn hair, flicked and flowed with her movements as though they were underwater. She traveled with a smooth and patient saunter. The expression on her face- that smile, her thin and angled brows, the upward tilt to her chin, breathed confidence.

Following her in darker, navy blues were guards in tight, bulletproof body armor and billowing, silvery coats. Patches on their shoulders were in the colors of the Nazuan Rebellion. Three guards exactly had belts that seemed to be made of bone plates, which ended with knives tucked safely away in button sheaths. Upon the left hip, every one of them had a Cobbler's pistol or a stolen Vis-An M-Vial pistol, a very popular brand among Calidonan Supremacists. They all wore gloves with a faint glow to the palm and fingers. Gloves that harnessed magic.

The descending ship was greeted by a group of four guards and a spaceport representative. The rep was a young woman, with blonde shoulder-length hair and smoky blue eyes, wearing an all-white suit, with a black tie. The guards behind her were clad in black-colored armor, equipped with Omisace pulse rifles. This group, the "welcome committee", strode over to the landing area in which the large creature-like vessel had landed.

"Hello, and welcome to Rorian Grand Spaceport!" she said cheerily. She glanced over the guards accompanying the woman, nodding curtly. "If you'll follow us this way..." she said, turning and heading toward an kiosk. The woman stepped behind it, returning her attention to the arrivals, the guards standing nearby, regarding the visiting woman's armed escort.

"If you would just provide the necessary paperwork --passport, identification and docking permit-- we can have you about your business in no time! Are you just visiting? You'll love it here! Rorian Grand is a very popular vacation spot!"

The woman smiled to the blonde-headed woman before following her to the kiosk. As she began to ask questions, the Misranan representative flicked a hand in the direction of one of the guards, who marched up to the desk and presented her with much of the needed items. Naluma Saree was the most prominent. The woman in the dress.

"We are here to speak to those in charge of political affairs." When Naluma spoke, her voice had a very faint echo that further alienated her from the rest of her company. "We do not know how long we shall be, however, we expect the meeting to be brief."

The spaceport representative regarded the woman's statement for a minute, pressing a button on her desk. "If you don't mind waiting here a moment, an escort shall be here shortly to take you to the Palace."

In a span of around ten minutes, a spacious bus-like vessel parked outside of the spaceport, harboring a group of five soldiers clad in Mana-powered armor, armed with Omisace pulse rifles. They unloaded, walking into the spaceport, making a beeline for Kiosk 3. People stepped aside as the Knights strode through the building.

Eventually, they made their way to the visiting group. "We are Knights of the Zorocratic Union of the Xeraph," one of them spoke, "We're here to escort you to the Xeraph Grand Palace. If you'll come with us, we will take you to speak with the council."

"It will not be a problem," said Naluma.

They all waited very patiently for the vehicle to arrive, and once the soldiers emptied out of it and arrived at the kiosk, Ambassador Naluma nodded. "Very well. Please lead the way." She gestured outward with a gentle sweep of her hand, then began to follow the soldiers where they wished to take her. Her guards followed.

Sabnach has arrived, coming from Vorasa Square.

In a cacophony of obliteration, everything to the west vanishes.

Sabnach has left the area, heading south into Vorasa Square.