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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.