Allies: Dr. Aes'ona Terrani
Diplomatic Figures: Faith Organa | Marina DeVoe | Riamah
Figures To Be Chewed Out: Shoma Ike
Location: Atrisian Guest Starport
Music: Arriving on the Death Star [x] | John Williams
Carlyle was about to board his Upsilon-Class Shuttle, when the sound of Doctor Terrani resonated through the hangar. The Grand Admiral turned to the source, and allowed himself a warm smile, "Doctor Terrani," He began, Shadowtroopers now backing away from their phalanx, "A pleasure you could join us." He warmly greeted, acting as if she had not been summoned. Rausgeber gestured for her to enter before him, "Yes, we are headed to the surface. I believe you will have the chance to deliver the report to the Prince, personally." he answered her, before entering behind the shuttle. The Shadowtroopers of Skull Squadron followed suit, bringing the rearguard into the vessel.
As the shuttle began to take off, the Grand Admiral briefly disappeared into the cockpit, "Do inform local Atrisian security of my imminent arrival lieutenant." He commanded "Relay to them that I wish to be able to immediately meet with Prince Ike."There was a nod of acknowledgement, and the shuttle began to take off. Its large wings arched out, swooping from the Pellaeon's hangar and out into the void. Two assault landers, bustling with stormtroopers followed, along with a grand escort of fighters. Two wings of them, swarming around as the shuttle cut through space. The Imperator, satisfied, returned to his security team, and medical adjunct, "We are to sit in on a diplomatic meeting." The Grand Admiral informed the good doctor, "So ensure you are presentable." His attentions turned to the chief of security, "Special Agent Ventor, do calibrate my appearance."
"As you wish, sir." The FOSB commander barked, before approaching the Grand Admiral. "Agent Bross, spanner." Ventor ordered as she deflty opened his cloak, revealing the almost skeletal body the Grand Admiral had. It seemed the cloak, or at least the visage of it, added an extra weight and gravitas to him. His body, was frail. Unlike his head, and arms, it was a metallic grey, in comparison to the white, almost stormtrooper sheen he had. As the Grand Admiral had work performed on his body, the pilots began to execute the Imperator's will.
"Xiaolang Palace, this is shuttle ST-321. Code Clearance Blue." The flight lieutenant informed the local Atrisian forces. "VIP Codenamed Imperator, demands immediate access to the planet, and a meeting with the Prince." There was a pause, "Please advise on flight plan approximating closest to the Prince for immediate access." The transmission ended, and the shuttle now began its descent through the upper atmosphere. The pause was tense, and terse.
"Shuttle ST-321, this is Xialong Palace security." A voice, thickly accented with local dialect began, "You have clearance, please proceed on approach vector, three, dash nine." The security clerk informed the pilots, "Landing pad four will be prepared for your vessels." The clerk then paused, for a second, unsure of what to end the conversation with, "Welcome to Atrisia." As the pilots then accelerated their approach, the clerk on the other end, switched comms to the Prince's security forces. "We are anticipating the imminent arrival of Grand Admiral Rausgeber, on docking pad four."
In the back of the shuttle, Carlyle now did up his uniform, and his screen flickered back. Rendering him now, faceless. "So Doctor." He began, his voice still the same with computerised drawl, while his body now began to transform. A flickering illusion of pixelated light began to envelop him, "Given the nature of this visit, your report will be a secondary item of discussion." His voice changed, mid sentence. Modulator now reverting from its usual artificial tone, to that of the once physically, biologically present Grand Admiral. His body now seemed to be of flesh, the last part rendering, being that of his face. Now fleshy pink, with his hair combed back. For now, he seemed a present figure. "I do hope you understand."
The shuttle now touched down at the Atrisian Starport. The airlock opened, and the Shadowtroopers of Skull Squadron, all armed, filed out, and stood to attention. Beside the shuttle, flanking it, were the two landers. A half platoon of stormtroopers, two dozen in total also filed out, and began to fan out across the landing pads perimeter, in a show of orderly theatre. And then finally, coming out of ST-321, Grand Admiral Rausgeber, closely followed by the Doctor. "So this is Atrisia?" Carlyle coolly began, "Quaint."