With a brilliant flash of light, the War Vessel Decimari warped into Omeaga-49, before stabilising in orbit of Gran Caneria. Shortly after, a small shuttle departed from the ship, making a descent onto the Planet below. The Decimari then powered down it's engines, before entering guard mode.
Once the shuttle landed on the estate, a contingent of marines poured out. They lined up in formation on both sides of the exit, their rifles leaning back against the shoulders of their uniforms, before breaking out into a salute. Supreme Guildkeeper Nathan Archos descended from the craft, with Guildkeeper Nova Hawken in tow. The plates of their battle armour made a distinct clinking noise with each step forward. Large battle-rifles, perhaps of their own weight or greater, were strapped to their backs. Whilst the summit was of a peaceful nature, the concentration of scum and villany in one room encouraged The Core to take appropriate precautions in the event danger did arise.
As Nathan and Nova entered the conference, they could feel hostile glares re-directed towards them. Nathan smirked. "Ave. apologies for our lateness". He took a short bow.
Nova chimmed in "We wanted to make appropriate precautions to avoid any unecessary interventions in this summit. At least we were fashionably late" she grinned, before brushing her hair back with her hand.
Archos scanned the room one last time, getting a final glance at all the attendnees. If only he had brought a bomb, he thought to himself. What a shame.