Apocalypse

[Loyola]

It's been sometime after a communique between Claire Sophie DeFrance de Orleanais and Dona Enma a group of Outcast fighters shown up in the vicinity of RNS Belisama. They appeared rather suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere. If they had hostile intentions, they would already have a chance to approach the attack vector. But instead, most of them would start making circles around gallic destroyer... which shown rather low activity across the board. Kind of reminding of a ghostship, like the ones at the graveyard at Siniestre Cloud in Alpha.

Enma would engage in a radio chatter, figuring out how to land on this thing. She had a weird feeling about this, obviously assisting Claire now will have rather serious consequences. But in the end, she was working at her power and influence to do what she wants, not minding the public opinion. The truth is, she could easily stick up as ruling power at Malta for years and years, but Outcasts are really not much for her in the end.

Once she started the docking procedure, she thought about how many people died because of the family she's about to help. Thought about it with an amused smile and satisfaction. There's not a lot of empathy towards the most population of Sirius, in fact, it's quite the opposite. If Malta will burn the next day, only people dependent on Cardamine will shed a tear. Most will rejoice. She likes Claire as one of the symbols of power and people she's hating dying en masse. It would be a pity if something happens to her. Maybe they will get along in the end, who knows?

With a deep sigh, she observes as always incredibly slow docking protocols working. Her nails would drum at the control panel as she thought on how to greet everyone or something. En kind of hates all the waiting before important meetings, hopefully, she will be met by Claire herself without needing to wait even more at the ship itself. It may get her excessively nervous and somehow rude at the meeting itself.

Watching into the small mirror and fixing her hair after her style is destroyed with helmet, before preparing to go down into a small hangar. Wiking to herself before pressing a button that would unlock the ship and service brings the ladder. Getting off the ship by the ladder, she sees a group of people meeting her. Due to rather poor eyesight, she has to get closer to watch who they are. Colors and outlines of Kingdom's uniform are of crouse visible, but it's not much surprise considering she's at Royal Navy destroyer.

She's wearing excessively stylish Outcast pilot uniform, with her family insignia. In her hands, there is only a tablet with an attached stylus, obviously, there are some interesting documents uploaded. For now, it looks like she's here for negotiations, looking quite firm and confident. It wouldn't be a lie to say that she's enjoying herself. With a hooked one-sided smile and rather calm and a little bit arrogant look of her eyes.

Right before approaching people, she looks around. Nothing special so far, though it's her first time at Royal Navy destroyer. Looks like it's hard to make hangars to look any original. At least it won't be boring, or at least she hopes so. Loyola is here to legitimately help and make a friend. But despite her honest intentions, she would rather not overcommit and this time she would like it to be more of fair trade.

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