06-24-2019, 01:14 AM
The Citadella slowly made its way through the Keiun Cloud and towards Morioka. With the addition of Saint Mark to the ranks of the Maltese Legión and the Impero nearing its completion in Valetta's spacedock, the somewhat aged destroyer had long given up the role of a flagship of the Legión. What it still offered though was the ability to traverse the vast void of space much faster and stealthier than its much bigger brethren. With the destroyer nearing the Chrysanthemum base's perimeter, a hailing transmission was sent to notify the Kusarian hosts of the Legión's arrival.
"This is MNS Citadella to Morioka, we are inbound with guests for the festival. Preparing for mooring procedures."
Inside one of the Citadella's crew cabins sat Eliza Valdez, contemplating if she was glad to be out of her usual pilot's uniform or if she was actually starting to miss it now that she finally had the chance to conduct the Legión's affairs in something more casual. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh - Kusari culture was far from her thing and this festival likely meant a lot of it. Her PDA that was laying on the small stand ringed - they had arrived. A childish though of making an entrance with a breach charge, a pair of stun grenades and a lot of rifle fire as if this was some sort of LSF SWAT operation on planet Los Angeles played through her mind.
Sadly for the sake of international relations and the good of the Cardamine trade this was to remain just a silly thought in the back of her mind. The Maltese got up from the bed, gave a quick glance at her somewhat plain red dress attire and once finished reassuring herself that this is the best she'll be able to do given the circumstances she marched, as much as a person in a dress could, out of her quarters and towards the mooring docks of the Storta-class destroyer.
At the docking hatch was Arturo "Muerte" Sforza awaiting in a rather informally worn formal attire which contrasted heavily with the pair of legionnaires doing guard duty next to the docking port in combat gear. At least next to him she would look modest and classy, or so she hoped. Unless of course, this somewhat macho outlook was all carefully engineered to impress the expectedly overwhelming female population of the festival. Even for an old or even ancient by the rest of Sirius's standards man, the old Muerte still seemed like he had it in him to do just that. Or at least he wanted to portray it with a cigarette in his mouth no doubt.
"You know smoking's bad for your health, Arturo?"
Eliza poked jokingly with a smirk while waiting for the hatch doors to open. The notorious hiss of pressure equalization played out as the reinforced alloy hatch opened up, revealing the station's dock. On the other side they were greeted with Chrysanthemum's version of guards - women dressed in combat uniforms and looking rather on edge from all the traffic that Morioka was seeing because of the festival. Luckily enough the Maltese duo did not look suspicious enough to warrant interrogation before being let through into the station, especially since they did not look armed.
The station had passed some major redecoration since Eliza last visited and with all the festival lamps and whatnot it was not too hard for the two of them to navigate to the main hall where whatever ceremonies the Kusarians had prepared were meant to be played out.
"This is MNS Citadella to Morioka, we are inbound with guests for the festival. Preparing for mooring procedures."
Inside one of the Citadella's crew cabins sat Eliza Valdez, contemplating if she was glad to be out of her usual pilot's uniform or if she was actually starting to miss it now that she finally had the chance to conduct the Legión's affairs in something more casual. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh - Kusari culture was far from her thing and this festival likely meant a lot of it. Her PDA that was laying on the small stand ringed - they had arrived. A childish though of making an entrance with a breach charge, a pair of stun grenades and a lot of rifle fire as if this was some sort of LSF SWAT operation on planet Los Angeles played through her mind.
Sadly for the sake of international relations and the good of the Cardamine trade this was to remain just a silly thought in the back of her mind. The Maltese got up from the bed, gave a quick glance at her somewhat plain red dress attire and once finished reassuring herself that this is the best she'll be able to do given the circumstances she marched, as much as a person in a dress could, out of her quarters and towards the mooring docks of the Storta-class destroyer.
At the docking hatch was Arturo "Muerte" Sforza awaiting in a rather informally worn formal attire which contrasted heavily with the pair of legionnaires doing guard duty next to the docking port in combat gear. At least next to him she would look modest and classy, or so she hoped. Unless of course, this somewhat macho outlook was all carefully engineered to impress the expectedly overwhelming female population of the festival. Even for an old or even ancient by the rest of Sirius's standards man, the old Muerte still seemed like he had it in him to do just that. Or at least he wanted to portray it with a cigarette in his mouth no doubt.
"You know smoking's bad for your health, Arturo?"
Eliza poked jokingly with a smirk while waiting for the hatch doors to open. The notorious hiss of pressure equalization played out as the reinforced alloy hatch opened up, revealing the station's dock. On the other side they were greeted with Chrysanthemum's version of guards - women dressed in combat uniforms and looking rather on edge from all the traffic that Morioka was seeing because of the festival. Luckily enough the Maltese duo did not look suspicious enough to warrant interrogation before being let through into the station, especially since they did not look armed.
The station had passed some major redecoration since Eliza last visited and with all the festival lamps and whatnot it was not too hard for the two of them to navigate to the main hall where whatever ceremonies the Kusarians had prepared were meant to be played out.
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