Fuma lands his craft and it dissipates into the surrounding, writhing blackness. He doesn't break stride and continues into the hangar. It's quieter, since the shift change went smoothly and without confusion. The calmer, more rested day shift just finished lunch. Now, what was he back for... Ah that's right. 

Fuma taps on his radio and begins to speak but is interrupted. 

"Took you long enough. The scouts have made contact with the intruder. First report states that it's a female,white hair and dark clothing. She does not appear to be hostile and did not greet our team with malice." Radio pushes a roughly typed report into his hands that he does a once over of.

"I see. Well, than we should refrain from using force." Fuma flips on his channel to the scouts and calmly speaks his orders to them.

"Good work fellas. Please lower your weapons as the lady asked, I thought I taught you to have some manners."

The leader jumps a bit at his superior's voice and reaches up to his Comm device. 

"Yes sir, understood, sir." He repeats the orders as protocol demands, and the scouts lower their weapons. He takes off his helmet and nods to the strange woman in apology.

"Please forgive me, we don't take any chances around here. What happened to you, miss? You look worn, and you appear to be alone. It's too dangerous out here for that kind of behavior."

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Rai shakes out her jaw length jet black hair and walks over to Fuma with growing curiosity. She listens to his orders and feels a spark of excitement. Sounds like what Radio was talking about is a lot more than she made it out to be. Even so, there are weapons to be repaired and blades to be sharpened.

[i]There's a rumbling in the atmosphere... I can feel it. Like the thick warm winds before a storm.[/i]

Her exotic appearance and unearthly skin tones mask her wonderings as she goes about tuning up her weapons and armor, waiting for more information on the visitor.