STC Syren

One of the minors scanned his eyes over the Aradite special forces. He wished put that title to test, both for glory and to right this affront to his honour. They would be a worthy foe, indeed, though he doubted fate would be cruel enough to set them on a field, at least within the foreseeable future. Fate however, could be a cruel master
 The Major paused for a moment upon hearing the word commander. In the Ghaj, commander simply meant 'S/He in command of the operation'. He wasn't sure of her exact rank, but then he was certain that she wasnt either. The trio of elite warriors followed the 'Aradite' through the ship, and one of the minors paused and examined the icing walls. He tilted his head, then continued on, thankful that his armour was equipped with tempreture regulation. He whispered quite praise under his breath in the honour tongue.
 The Major frowned slightly, before speaking again, in a quieter voice to the Commander "Commander Vellais, I would not wish to offend your peoples honour, how must we act at your table?".