The hangar was lit with activity, sirens blazing in their usual monotony warning people of ships about to dock. The Inner door opened, and a fighter of different design came in, settling down on one of the many launching pads. The Inner door repeated it's exercise a few times, each time a fighter of similar design docked until finally, the exercise was over.
The hanger in-charge narrowed his eyes as he looked at the visitors. A ship of such a design had not been seen for many a year on Kyoto, and the marks of the Eye of Horus were unmistakable.
He quickly called an underling, and told him to rush off to the Shoguns with the news. The Order had arrived.
