With a final hum of the roaring engine of the Ranseur, the flames flashing out the back extinguish. The crew of the Vibora run around finalizing the landing procedures and opening the walkway. Juan harabero, the captain of the dreadnought, proceeds down the stairway. The man in, in his late fifties with thinning gray hair, is surrounded by a phalanx of guards. He was, after all, the captain of a capital ship.
The scene did not bother Juan, nor his guards. Just another landing for them. The bystanders however, were much more interested in the group heading towards them. One even almost got vaporized for standing too close. Senor Harabero, scheduled for a meeting, briskly continued his trip to the inner rooms of the complex
