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Avantia swept through the city with two dozen of her royal guard and a translator in tow. Her brow was furrowed and her steps just shy of hurried. She was far too dignified to let any urgency into her steps as they neared the space port. The city was in a bit of a stir with the arrival of the Aschen vessel, and its very much armed tech con mercenaries. It had only been by her direct orders that the vessel had been permitted to land.

Perhaps it was a lapse in judgement as Kamil has warned her, but she wasn't going to stand on a matter of legalities if this man was indeed in possession of Shanthi as he had claimed when he had first contacted her.

As they approached the landing pad where Miles Hagan was being escorted, Avantia moved forward from her own guards, flanked by only two as the rest held back. Their weapons were out, but lowered, and they were clearly uneasy at the Aschen weapons on scene.

"Mr. Hagan," Avantia greeted as she and her own guards reached the landing pad.

Her eyes glanced to the transport, and she briefly wondered if Shanthi herself was aboard it. She could have the ship seized, but if she were mistaken and the girl was still on Langara, it could well cost her any chance of recovering her.

"It is not often that we receive visitors from the Aschen Empire," she told him as the translator at her side repeated her words in the common Terran tongue - a language she hoped Miles was familiar with. She had been informed that most Aschen spoke it. "I understand you have come to discuss a matter of mutual interest? That of Shanthi Hakkar."