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ellipsis · 05-16-2022, 08:15 AM,

Ames Research Station | 19:00 - 19:15

Under the promise of sharing a drink in the radioactive sea that is Kepler, a lone Tachi boards the station as it rests its fantastical body on the pad. The roar of the old engines come to a slow and harmonious stop as the majority of the ship's functions power off to allow her to safely exit. Before that, however, she takes the time to make a full change of clothes, considering a flight suit to be rather uncomfortable to wear into a bar. She didn't really care if it made her late. Several moments afterwards, the clicks of heels could be heard escaping the cockpit and echoing out into the hangar as she sets foot into Ames for the first time. She'd heard that the station used to belong to Deep Space Engineering before the first storms came through and destroyed all chances of them maintaining the station, but it seems the Zoners have done a fairly good job at refurbishing the once lost Ames. She just had yet to see it for her own eyes.

She passed the so called grandfather of the Defender belonging to the Xeno she met earlier, wondering if it's really as deadly as its reputation holds. Then she scoffs. Of course. The Dragons have worked with all of their ancient designs and made them even deadlier than their adversaries as well. Of course, the Xenos would adopt a similar lethality. Of course, they'd be able to adapt the old designs to compete with the modern counterparts. They wouldn't have made it this long without that form of power. 'How resourceful', she thought, as she stepped through the hangar bay doors into the station's residential facilities, which obviously included the bar. The doors to the bar opened with a resounding hiss to welcome another poor soul in need of some liquid courage. In walked what could be called a walking history lesson, stepping to the beat of high heels.

At a glance, someone with a good eye for measurements could tell she was about 5'7'' without the added height from her three inch heels. From her feet to her head, the only color she wore was black save for her jingasa, which was a nice shade of crimson. Tsuya's face was very symmetrical down to the littlest detail of her silky, jet black hair, trimmed nicely and evenly to present herself as professionally as possible. Her traditional Kusarian robes were neatly dressed and tied tightly to her body by the two leather belts around her chest. Accentuating it was a small, light cloak that covered her shoulders. it was connected to her cloak using leather cords, and the backside of it stretched only halfway down her back, while brandishing the emblem of her clique. Her hands were covered up entirely by long, armored leather gauntlet/bracer combo that seemed to travel up to her forearms before it's covered up by her sleeves. Her boots were of a similar material. The heels and toe boxes were all metal and the region of the vamps up to the tall shafts were leather, combined with external armor plating.

The realization soon hit her that she doesn't even know what this guy looks like, let alone his real name. Going around and asking people would be extremely awkward, so she quickly tosses that plan in the trash. She resolves to simply wait around near the bar and hope that she stands out enough for the Xeno to spot her. Maybe people dressed so uniquely like her aren't a dime a dozen.

The Rose Dragons

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