Post by Taiga on Nov 10, 2017 0:54:47 GMT
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From the depths of space, an enormous circular starship seemingly flickers into existence. After months of being away, The Tyrannical has returned to Arcose. Taiga watches through the forward viewport bubble as the planet appears to grow as the vessel draws closer.
"Sir, we're receiving a transmission from the Arcose Orbital Control." the female Brenchian calls out, holding her headset tighter against her left ear as she types with her right hand. "They're requesting our transponder codes."
"Send them, then." Taiga replies flatly, turning his domed head slightly towards her voice. He shouldn't have had to tell them that.
"Yes, sir." the Brenchian replies, getting to work quickly on the terminal before her. Taiga can hear her voice replying to the Orbital Control, but doesn't bother to listen to the words. The ship continues towards the planet at a quick clip; now coming and going traffic can be seen. "We've been cleared to land, sir."
"As we should be. Take us down, helmsman." Taiga orders calmly. Given the long amount of time spent away from the planet, Taiga looked forward to taking some time to himself back home.
Only, the Arcosian General realizes that he still never actually bought a home to live in... No, that wasn't needed - after all, The Tyrannical is as much a home as anything else could be. Far larger and more useful than any simple house or apartment. Taiga glances down at his jet-black armor and wipes off a bit of light dust built up over the marking over his left pectoral. What would he do first? Sample the wines? Take a personal belay? No, he already knew - if Koldar is still in power, then the self-made leader would no doubt summon him. Time would tell, of course.
As The Tyrannical flies high over the Arcose capital, is throws a massive shadow over the buildings below. It quickly reaches its destination at the outlying military base, settling down on the expansive field. The long, dagger-like landing feet extend from the belly of the vessel, and a loud hiss can be heard as the pressurized vessel settles into place.
Taiga informs the crew that they are being given a week's belay on Arcose; or at least as long as The Tyrannical remains in drydock. For now, Taiga himself heads into the city, eventually finding himself wading through the marketplace. Aliens of various races shuffle from storefront to storefront, including new beings that Taiga can only assume to be those demons allied with the Mazoku Dominion. He eyes them sideways, but pays them little attention otherwise. He stops at the doors of a food shop, and shrugs. He enters the shop and takes note of the small tables and various products sitting neatly on shelves. He begins browsing the products, faintly hoping to find a sweetened foodstuff or two.
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From the depths of space, an enormous circular starship seemingly flickers into existence. After months of being away, The Tyrannical has returned to Arcose. Taiga watches through the forward viewport bubble as the planet appears to grow as the vessel draws closer.
"Sir, we're receiving a transmission from the Arcose Orbital Control." the female Brenchian calls out, holding her headset tighter against her left ear as she types with her right hand. "They're requesting our transponder codes."
"Send them, then." Taiga replies flatly, turning his domed head slightly towards her voice. He shouldn't have had to tell them that.
"Yes, sir." the Brenchian replies, getting to work quickly on the terminal before her. Taiga can hear her voice replying to the Orbital Control, but doesn't bother to listen to the words. The ship continues towards the planet at a quick clip; now coming and going traffic can be seen. "We've been cleared to land, sir."
"As we should be. Take us down, helmsman." Taiga orders calmly. Given the long amount of time spent away from the planet, Taiga looked forward to taking some time to himself back home.
Only, the Arcosian General realizes that he still never actually bought a home to live in... No, that wasn't needed - after all, The Tyrannical is as much a home as anything else could be. Far larger and more useful than any simple house or apartment. Taiga glances down at his jet-black armor and wipes off a bit of light dust built up over the marking over his left pectoral. What would he do first? Sample the wines? Take a personal belay? No, he already knew - if Koldar is still in power, then the self-made leader would no doubt summon him. Time would tell, of course.
As The Tyrannical flies high over the Arcose capital, is throws a massive shadow over the buildings below. It quickly reaches its destination at the outlying military base, settling down on the expansive field. The long, dagger-like landing feet extend from the belly of the vessel, and a loud hiss can be heard as the pressurized vessel settles into place.
Taiga informs the crew that they are being given a week's belay on Arcose; or at least as long as The Tyrannical remains in drydock. For now, Taiga himself heads into the city, eventually finding himself wading through the marketplace. Aliens of various races shuffle from storefront to storefront, including new beings that Taiga can only assume to be those demons allied with the Mazoku Dominion. He eyes them sideways, but pays them little attention otherwise. He stops at the doors of a food shop, and shrugs. He enters the shop and takes note of the small tables and various products sitting neatly on shelves. He begins browsing the products, faintly hoping to find a sweetened foodstuff or two.
