Space shimmered with the eerie glow of the nebula, it twisted and turned, a maelstrom of swirling colors and baleful energy. In the midst of this turbulent beauty, the Blood Dragon escort wing emerges, their leader’s voice crackled over the comms.
"HFL Ichihara this is Kentaro Abe, we are here to escort you to Kyoto, the designated coordinates have been transmitted to your neural net. All systems are green and we’re ready to proceed, fighter pilots form around the liner and maintain tight formation."
The dragons gracefully took their formation around the convoy, their movements decisive and coordinated. The liner's engines bursted to life, and the group began its careful journey. The transition through Hokkaido was uneventful and the convoy reached the dark expanses of Chugoku as planned.
“Chugoku system entry complete. No immediate threats detected.”
Lieutenant Genki, Abe's right man, reported over the comms. Barely enough time has passed for the group to retake positions after the jump as they were swiftly intercepted by a considerable fighter wing on patrol.
"Report."
"The True Sons are escorting this liner to Kyoto under the protection of my sensei".
"Understood, make your way."
The convoy advanced, the fighters weaving through the dense asteroid field, their movements precise and vigilant. The dark, jagged rocks cast long shadows, creating an eerie landscape. From there it didn't take much to reach the legendary dragon homestation, its towering silhouette could be seen looming ahead.
“Kyoto base, this is Abe. Escort mission successful. We are approaching the perimeter.”
“Welcome back, Abe. The perimeter is secure. You are cleared for docking.”