High Commander of the Lilaste Order
The DHi'vo Corvette moved with precision through the bustling lanes of space traffic, its sleek olive-green hull glinting faintly in the light of distant stars. Ahead, a towering, sprawling station that dominated the sector. Its intricate design showcased the Diarchy's balance of military efficiency and technological advancement, with fleets of ships docked around its massive docking arms.
Laphisto stood on the bridge, his olive-colored armor blending into the muted tones of the Corvette's interior. The soft hum of the ship's engines and the occasional beep of the bridge consoles provided a quiet backdrop to his steady presence.
"Commander," the pilot announced, turning slightly in her chair. "Docking clearance confirmed. We've been assigned Bay 12. Automated guidance is locking in."
"Proceed," Laphisto replied. His gauntleted fingers rested lightly on the railing before him as the Corvette adjusted its trajectory. He glanced at the status display, where the cargo manifest highlighted the Lilaste Order's AT-AE walkers stowed securely in the lower hold. as the Corvette eased into position, guided by the station's tractor beams. The docking clamps engaged with a metallic clang, and the ship shuddered slightly as it settled into place. Laphisto turned, addressing the guards standing silently by the bulkhead.
"Ensure the walkers are unloaded smoothly and double-check the seals on the crates. The Diarchy may be accommodating for now, but let's not give them any reason to question our standards."
The guards nodded crisply, their movements disciplined as they prepared to disembark.
The boarding ramp extended with a mechanical hiss, revealing the bright, sterile hangar bay beyond. Diarchy personnel moved efficiently, their sharp uniforms and crisp commands filling the space with a sense of purpose. The faint scent of heated metal and engine coolant hung in the air, mingling with the low rumble of active machinery.
Laphisto stepped down the ramp, histaloned feet striking the durasteel with a deliberate cadence. Behind him, his guards followed in standard practice.
At the base of the ramp, Laphisto paused briefly, his gaze sweeping across the hangar. The hulking forms of the AT-AE walkers being offloaded caught his attention, their hydraulic limbs groaning slightly as they were lowered onto the hangar floor. The efficiency of the operation pleased him, but he remained watchful, knowing the weight of this visit extended far beyond logistics. this was about securing the orders place amungst the diarchy.
Darth Nexion
Laphisto stood on the bridge, his olive-colored armor blending into the muted tones of the Corvette's interior. The soft hum of the ship's engines and the occasional beep of the bridge consoles provided a quiet backdrop to his steady presence.
"Commander," the pilot announced, turning slightly in her chair. "Docking clearance confirmed. We've been assigned Bay 12. Automated guidance is locking in."
"Proceed," Laphisto replied. His gauntleted fingers rested lightly on the railing before him as the Corvette adjusted its trajectory. He glanced at the status display, where the cargo manifest highlighted the Lilaste Order's AT-AE walkers stowed securely in the lower hold. as the Corvette eased into position, guided by the station's tractor beams. The docking clamps engaged with a metallic clang, and the ship shuddered slightly as it settled into place. Laphisto turned, addressing the guards standing silently by the bulkhead.
"Ensure the walkers are unloaded smoothly and double-check the seals on the crates. The Diarchy may be accommodating for now, but let's not give them any reason to question our standards."
The guards nodded crisply, their movements disciplined as they prepared to disembark.
The boarding ramp extended with a mechanical hiss, revealing the bright, sterile hangar bay beyond. Diarchy personnel moved efficiently, their sharp uniforms and crisp commands filling the space with a sense of purpose. The faint scent of heated metal and engine coolant hung in the air, mingling with the low rumble of active machinery.
Laphisto stepped down the ramp, histaloned feet striking the durasteel with a deliberate cadence. Behind him, his guards followed in standard practice.
At the base of the ramp, Laphisto paused briefly, his gaze sweeping across the hangar. The hulking forms of the AT-AE walkers being offloaded caught his attention, their hydraulic limbs groaning slightly as they were lowered onto the hangar floor. The efficiency of the operation pleased him, but he remained watchful, knowing the weight of this visit extended far beyond logistics. this was about securing the orders place amungst the diarchy.
Darth Nexion