[b]New Condia, Orbital Station[/b]
“They have called part of their fleet away...this is indeed some odd behaviour from a new contact” commented the Station Commander. He stood in front of a viewing window, looking down upon the hangar in which the Roa’marii had docked.

The hangar itself had a few ships hanging around, mostly shuttles and fighters, with various crew watching in curiosity as they saw the Roa’marii approach. Besides guards flanking them either side, three figures approached. The first was a human, wearing a formal outfit. The next was clearly a Iscandarian, with veins streaking of a gold, and short auburn hair. He wore a suit of power armor, however unlike most it was silver with golden trimming, a emerald green blade was clipped to his side, with what appeared to be a bladeless sword on his other side. However by far the most magnificent of the three was a gigantic emerald dragon. He was as big as small house, and looked down upon the Roa’marii. It was clear by the magic emanating from the Iscandarian and dragon that the Iscandarian was not only extremely powerful with his abilities, but he shared a unique bond with the dragon as well.

“Greetings Roa’marii, I am Governor Klaus of New Condia. I shall however turn the proceedings here over to my friend, who is much more experienced with diplomacy.” he said, making a arm motion.

The Iscandarian bowed, and so did the Dragon. The dragon’s paw was over its chest, with the Iscandarian having his arm over his chest. He raised up, and begin speaking to the Roa’marii.

“I am Master Augustus of the Dragon-Rider order, this is my dragon Ryath, and I am his rider.” he spoke.

The Dragon looked at the Roa’marii, yet did not speak. Instead they heard a masculine voice within their minds, presumably the only method by which the dragon could communicate.

“[i]Greetings little ones, I am Rylath, Augustus is my rider, and I am his dragon.[/i]” he thought to the Roa’marii. Augustus looked, awaiting the Roa’marii to speak.