Retribution
Junior Member
"Keep her steady, number two. We're heading for the golden cities over in the horizon."
The star ship belonging to the Crimson Ivory empire was a beautiful and elegant ship. It's ivory armor outlined with golden paint and brass shielding gave it a gleaming look under the planet's sun. The large engines rippling the very space around them kept the ship float as it descended upon the world and was being pushed forward guided by Valkyries that were leaving behind blue streaks of magic exhaust just like the parent ship.
Commanding the impressive ship is High Commander Rion of the Ivory Guard. He was assigned to this expedition to seek out this new rising empire on the outer reaches of the galaxy. He was glad to see that they weren't greeted with hostile intent but rather peaceful intention and so he shall respectfully return the same to them.
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At last they finally arrived to the landing party. The large vessel was hovering over the area by a few hundred feet and crew were deploying the landing gear. Large panels underneath were beginning to open while its legs were extending outwards towards the ground. The polished brass twinkled in the sun just as the ship made its spinning descent. Slowly the ship landed, it was great in size but not too great. The Valkyries that had followed them were landing near it as well. Just under the nose of the ship was the ramp being lowered. The long panel of ivory hull spewed out steam just as it lowered itself down to the ground gently. Walking down the steps was the High Commander, he was dressed in a long black leather trench coat that was covered white and crimson embroidery stitching. His silver wolf buttons kept the coat closed against his firm chest, other than the wolf head buttons there were series of badges and medals as well silver armor decorations on his shoulders. Sticking out from his back was his main weapon, an engine-sword. The chrome engine twinkled and sparkled with each movement. The blade itself was dark grey and engraved with blue glowing sigils that were fueled by a magic fuel rod just sticking out from under the throttle handle. The black spiky haired male crossed his arms across his chest just under the large silver dragon's face that was attached to a brown leather strap which went around his back. He finally made it, and his facial feature showing a small smile meant he was glad.
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