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The Space Station Brilliance in the orbit of Parin IV was one of the best guarded places in the entire sector. It's one of the most important outposts of the Directorate and base of operations for many missions of the Juris Alliance. No less than three of the Directorate's Paladin dreadnoughts guarded the space around it, as well as numerous Warhammer Heavy Carriers just waiting to unleash a flurry of fighters and gunships onto any attacker.
As you were closing in you could see a wave-like motion running over the gently domed disk of the Brilliance - the turrets on its surface have been pointed at you. One wrong move and your ship would be turned to dust. Your vessel was guided into the hangar by simple unmanned drones, and once you landed a group of heavily armed soldiers awaited you, a flickering around them giving away their Personal Shields. Yes, security was tight on the Brilliance. For a good reason. War has once more found the Juris Sector.
The soldiers quickly ushered you down several corridors, deeper into the bowels of the station. The brightly lit hangar disappeared behind a long curve, and your ship along with it. The windows on the corridor showed the all-encompassing darkness of space, both promising and frightening. All around you, people were hurrying back and forth, yelling bits of information and coordinates towards each other. From what you could gather, they were busy forming an organized defense around – some planet. The soldiers came to a halt before a heavy door. One of them raised his hand and entered a lengthy combination to open it up before not really shoving you inside, but looking like he would do if it you didn't move on your own.
The currently ongoing discussion quickly died down as you entered a round office. A few chairs stood before a big desk which was apparently made out of wood – rare and expensive these days. Behind it sat a man whose looks scream "Directorate Admiral." His gestures, his predicting eyes and trimmed physique all demanded respect. Even though he didn't seem to be that old, his combed back hair was bright white. To his right stood what you could quickly identify as a female Garik, clad in an elegant, blue hooded robe, her ocular modules glowing green in its shadow. She seemed rather interested in a painting on the wall depicting a sun-filled forest. On the other side stood a Xyranocapra out of all things, wearing remarkably well-made armor for one of their kind. As he turned his head towards you, you could see that his left pair of eyes had been replaced with cybernetic prosthetics at some point, a large metal plate surrounding them. Somebody had tried really hard to kill the goatling at least once. They failed.
After a moment the Admiral stood up and put on a fake smile. "Aah! Another crusader for the safety of the Sector! Come on in, take a seat."
As you were closing in you could see a wave-like motion running over the gently domed disk of the Brilliance - the turrets on its surface have been pointed at you. One wrong move and your ship would be turned to dust. Your vessel was guided into the hangar by simple unmanned drones, and once you landed a group of heavily armed soldiers awaited you, a flickering around them giving away their Personal Shields. Yes, security was tight on the Brilliance. For a good reason. War has once more found the Juris Sector.
The soldiers quickly ushered you down several corridors, deeper into the bowels of the station. The brightly lit hangar disappeared behind a long curve, and your ship along with it. The windows on the corridor showed the all-encompassing darkness of space, both promising and frightening. All around you, people were hurrying back and forth, yelling bits of information and coordinates towards each other. From what you could gather, they were busy forming an organized defense around – some planet. The soldiers came to a halt before a heavy door. One of them raised his hand and entered a lengthy combination to open it up before not really shoving you inside, but looking like he would do if it you didn't move on your own.
The currently ongoing discussion quickly died down as you entered a round office. A few chairs stood before a big desk which was apparently made out of wood – rare and expensive these days. Behind it sat a man whose looks scream "Directorate Admiral." His gestures, his predicting eyes and trimmed physique all demanded respect. Even though he didn't seem to be that old, his combed back hair was bright white. To his right stood what you could quickly identify as a female Garik, clad in an elegant, blue hooded robe, her ocular modules glowing green in its shadow. She seemed rather interested in a painting on the wall depicting a sun-filled forest. On the other side stood a Xyranocapra out of all things, wearing remarkably well-made armor for one of their kind. As he turned his head towards you, you could see that his left pair of eyes had been replaced with cybernetic prosthetics at some point, a large metal plate surrounding them. Somebody had tried really hard to kill the goatling at least once. They failed.
After a moment the Admiral stood up and put on a fake smile. "Aah! Another crusader for the safety of the Sector! Come on in, take a seat."