Eyrecae Alzari
The Shadow Knights did, in fact, own a corporation. Or rather a parastatal. It engaged in legitimate business, such as shipping goods and people. The Shadows did not really ask questions about what they should ship. They just drew the line at slavery. Regardless, so far no one had informed the Archon that even a rag-tag nomad fleet, or a tiny workshop that sold books about levitation in the pre-Tythonian period, could afford a civilian ship far in excess of the Defiance's unimpressive 3km.
It would provide for interesting discussion at the next Council meeting. Regardless, the crews disembarked. Yohara waved and bickered with Eyrecae, Lavina hung back a bit. "Can't we get this over with?" Telara muttered. "I can do without a speech and a 'by the way, this was all possible because of me, so please vote for me' plea."
"At least they let you vote," Tryana chimed in. She gave the crowd a shy wave. "Though I'll admit that some here probably more want to celebrate themselves than the refugees' return."
"Just vote for the Harbingers. We're objectively the best," Siona opined sardonically.
"Get moving," Kaida ordered flatly. Like Lavina, she did not like crowds much. However, she was not nervous. Her way of dealing with uncomfortable situations was icy stoicism. She did not wave, or pose.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the Forsaken arrive in the hangar. Masked Raekana was silent and stoic; Morwen sauntered onto the deck and an irreverent whistle escaped her throat. "My people once believed only madness awaited one in the skies. If so, we are all mad. Madness may be sanity and sanity madness," Brak'Vrasz grunted.
"But what to do when knives and chains await you at any port in a storm?" Macrina asked rhetorically. Her features were hidden beneath a hood, but she scanned the crowd with curiosity. "The kindred are assembled. The stars dance in a new course, and the shadows coil. What new path shall they set? Whose melody plays?"
Brak'Vrasz' eyes fell upon what seemed to be the senior leaders in the welcoming committee. Most of them were women, but there was a small number of males in their group. They were flanked by soldiers. One woman, dressed in a simple Private's uniform with her rank stitched onto it, caught his eye. "The elected queen, she flees the tyranny now she balances all the factions against herself. Can she keep a splintered mirror from cracking into a hundred pieces?" he wondered aloud.
A tall, imposing looking woman, clad in armour with a scarlet cloak. A lightsabre rested on her belt. "Captain of the Shadow sisters, she fought to be free of the angel's shadow, only to bring a new one to life. She fights the eternal war, but against whom will her fire turn next?"
"That the stone whispering to you?" Eliyen grunted. She often felt that she was stuck with being the normal one out of the leadership trio of the Harrowed. Her companions were crazy. Still, they were her companions, no matter how annoying.
"I had thought its voice silenced, but it still whispers to me in many tongues."
"Gives you an excuse to be even more frakking cryptic you mean. Whatever, I'll take it. Anyone else in the crowd the rock want us to know about? Before someone slips a knife into my ribs."
Most of the illustrious leaders were Eldorai, but there were some Tygarans among them. One was a Qadiri woman in early middle age. She wore robes and her eyes were covered by a bandage. "The blind seer, this one's motives are as shrouded as her gaze. She sees all paths, the blind leading the blind, wherefore will the maze lead her?"