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ellipsis · 12-12-2022, 01:16 AM,

The Feyadeen, Chugoku Space | 12:00 - 12:10

She'd been in the underbelly of the Dragons long enough to know that if the Order comes knocking on your door like this, it's either one of two scenarios; business, or Nomads. Praying for it to be the former of two outcomes, Tsuya agreed without hesitation to meet the officials who had traveled into the Dragons' Den. The sight which greeted her upon coming into contact with the Order's battlecruiser gave her the feeling that this was a somewhat experimental vessel, though just as deadly as anything the Order has to offer their tentacled monstrosities.

Her escort squadron followed her into the hangar of the Feyadeen. Four Tachi fighters in total, herself included. It wasn't a necessary contingency in her eyes, but Dragon protocol demands the Shogun to be guarded by no less than three veteran warriors at all times. With a strange sense of anticipation and nervousness mounting in her mind, Tsuya and her cohorts disembark from their ships after the proper procedures had been followed. Her face expressed a mild surprise at the fact that the Admiral himself awaited her in the bay with another person she was as of yet unfamiliar with.

She was wearing her usual reinforced formal clothing to this meeting. The themes of black and red truly emphasize the lifestyle of the Dragons as lethal spirits who stalk in the shadows, showcasing the beauty of old Kusarian fashion married to the practicality of modern protection. Her guards donned similar attire, though less flashy and more designed for maximum effectiveness. As they introduced themselves upon her approach, she felt compelled to do the same.

"Provisional Shogun Ubukata Tsuya. I humbly thank you for taking the time to travel to our home. I would ask what brings you here, but I suppose that this place is not the best location to discuss whatever matters are on your mind at present, friends."

The Rose Dragons

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