@[member="Alli Wren"] @[member="Javir Strilla"] @[member="Black Phoenix"]
__Out in the distance, the large, purple Crown hovered and from it a single wave of fighters emerged with a modernized MAAT not far beneath. In the middle of the air combat formation was a single similar craft as its kin - however coated in gray and navy blue tiger stripes - which bore a golden-clad metal canopy for a cockpit. First the MAAT docked at the facility, unloading its several squads of corpsmen. Not far behind was the silber-clad fighter, the
Astra Nyx, personal craft of the High Queen herself. The rest of the air wing simply flew passes high up in the sky, attentively guarding the skies for any danger that might arise.
__The shutter doors to the room slid open, revealing behind it the stoic queen, clad in heavy black brocaded robe and sorceress' sweeping short skirt and leather undergarments. From her waist dangled three of her sabers; two hanging parallel as long as some humans' whole forearms or more, and the third glazed in electrum with a glistening cobalt sheen on its series of overlapping plates. The high queen held her arms out, sleeves drooping, for two of her royal guards to remove from her person and tuck gently over the chair before her. Then she sat, crossing her legs so that the long, twisting band of black fabric that was her skirt did not successfully reveal her sacred area. There was plenty of skin to account for on the open sides and top of her leather one-piece however, though she was completely comfortable with both her appearance and her body in her easiest outfit to wear. Suddenly, her long arms rose above the table, full clad in several-inch long claws filed to a fine edge. Her hands closed, fingers crossed, as she patiently sat and began to introduce herself.
__"I trust Javir and my personal guard have accommodated you well, miss Wren? Pardon my delayed arrival. I'd pressing matters to tend to. Now if I may; what is the status of our forming contract? I've mad sure these documents remain highly classified until this meeting where it could safely see your hands. I hope there are no issues with the live replication of the prototype's design?" Alachei firmly asked in a pitch reminiscent of an anime character - a testament to the less dense atmospheres of worlds not originally her own.
__In truth, Alachei had personally designed almost all of it herself. Her company's hired engineers took care of the lesser details and internal working, but the concept at its core was her very brainchild. It was something she dare not say, appreciating the level of secrecy and mystery behind its creation. It was the one trump card she held both as a self-competent monarch and the owner of a very exclusive company to prove her merit in the particular field.