The silence during the flight didn't bother Ade, leaving her to her own thoughts and concerns. For a few dozen of minutes that was all she could do, as there was nothing to look at. Then an escort of Lynxes arrived, and a larger vessel too. A show of force? It sure seemed like it. The people in charge of the Enclave's war machine had enough reasons to fear a resurgent DeFrance. Adelaide felt way more secure about her position. Being a Commandant made her a simple cog in that machine, albeit a pivotal one. That, and she didn't have a stake of her own in the Enclave power games.
In a few minutes, Ade was distracted from her thoughts as the leviathan of a ship engulfed the viewport. The shuttle passed by the multiple decks and windows of battleship Soleil Royal, eventually heading down, towards the hangar. As Ade felt the soft push of the touchdown, she stood up and adjusted her uniform. Then she approached the guest of honor: "Welcome aboard the Soleil Royal, Your Highness," she said with a slight bow, seeing how she hadn't said a word to the Prince until then. "I'll go and make the neccessary arrangements." With that, she would bow curtly again and leave the shuttle.
When the dignitaries would leave the ship, Adelaide would already be waiting for them. The hangar was buzzing with activity: servicemen and non-commissioned officers going about their business, moving equipment and tending to ships. Everyone was going about their business, as if nobody knew about the arrival of the Admiral and the Prince. Once the people from the shuttle came out, the Commandant would report quietly: "I've made arrangements with the medbay. Doctor Linville is there and ready to take the blood sample, if you would follow me."
