Seris Vant
The Unsung Hero
Location: Anaxes
Objective: To Offer Help
An enemy to an ally. It was very possible. With a good example of Black Sun itself and the ASA. Formerly The CIS; coming to a stable relationship. Rayl wanted that to happen with The Republic. So he had come to Anaxes to do such. A civilian class ship carried him as an ambassador to the senate building. No logo's of Black Sun were going to be proudly displayed here. Digression was best enacted.
Slowly the ships thrusters brought them down to the landing pier. The hydraulic legs deploying and gently as can be; cushioning the touch down. The engines whined to a stop and the boarding ramp lowered. Rayl was to be received by [member="Kiskla Grayson"]. That is if plans had not changed without any notification. Most likely they hadn't, so the worry over that matter was mute. Boot on metal clunked as the second in command descended the ramp. No arms were on his person, but he still wore most of his armor. Several body guards followed behind. Those men were armed for his protection. Though not terribly necessary, protocol demanded they be here.
Rayl made it off the ship to the open air. The sun blinded his sight and he silently cursed that his helmet on to eliminate the nuisance. Only the figures of the Republic delegation were made out by him. Allowing for a judge of where to stop before them. And so here he was, in the heart of The Republic. Acting as a diplomat.
Objective: To Offer Help
An enemy to an ally. It was very possible. With a good example of Black Sun itself and the ASA. Formerly The CIS; coming to a stable relationship. Rayl wanted that to happen with The Republic. So he had come to Anaxes to do such. A civilian class ship carried him as an ambassador to the senate building. No logo's of Black Sun were going to be proudly displayed here. Digression was best enacted.
Slowly the ships thrusters brought them down to the landing pier. The hydraulic legs deploying and gently as can be; cushioning the touch down. The engines whined to a stop and the boarding ramp lowered. Rayl was to be received by [member="Kiskla Grayson"]. That is if plans had not changed without any notification. Most likely they hadn't, so the worry over that matter was mute. Boot on metal clunked as the second in command descended the ramp. No arms were on his person, but he still wore most of his armor. Several body guards followed behind. Those men were armed for his protection. Though not terribly necessary, protocol demanded they be here.
Rayl made it off the ship to the open air. The sun blinded his sight and he silently cursed that his helmet on to eliminate the nuisance. Only the figures of the Republic delegation were made out by him. Allowing for a judge of where to stop before them. And so here he was, in the heart of The Republic. Acting as a diplomat.