[h2]1st Democracies Home Fleet - Diplomatic Shutle[/h2]
[h3]Space above Arcadia-2[/h3]

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Diplomat Shakaiya Tar'ti fluttered her white, feathered wings in nervousness. She sat in a military shuttle, shoulder to shoulder with two large Krieg soldiers for protection. She looked almost comically small in her long, flowing diplomatic dress next to the armoured, mask wearing Trench Infantry. The large shuttle was Spartan in decoration, clean and absolutely military. The noble-born Tayt felt uncomfortable in such a set up. The vox let out a small whine before a small and polite voice informed them, "ETA is three minutes, ma'am. Do you need any help?" 

Shakaiya stood from her seated position, trying to distract herself from the weight on her shoulders. This was only the second time the Democracies has had a peaceful First Contact and it was on her to keep it that way. She was young and inexperienced but she had natural talent in the field of politics and intrigue. She looked at her appearance in the reflection of the window.

The dress looked heavenly. The material was made from pure white, bulletproof, synthetic silk made in the high class atmoscrapers on the Homeworld, sparkling and glowing white in the light. She wore a simple golden band around her waist, shaping around her figure. Her pale blond hair was put up in tight bun, a few strands of hair touching her calm blue face. Everything about her appearance was modest but showed a hidden wealth and elegance that the Democracies wanted to send. Not too powerful but she wasn't backing down either. The silver necklace on her neck bore personal shielding in case of any hostilities, a hidden handgun strapped to her leg.

"ETA one minute. Prep up, weapons cooled but ready. Operators 1-2 escort Angel-1, operators 3-5 stay hidden. Last minute checks before boarding." Her two bodyguards stood up, black environmental suits covering them from head to toe. One clutched a large BPW assault rifle while the other had a compact SMG held in his hands. Their presence was comforting now that they were nearing the alien shuttle, protection in a strange environment. The sounds of a boarding rang in her ear and she closed her eyes, facing the shuttle door.

Shakaiya composed herself, head held high and lips pursed. 'This is my moment to shine. Bring it on.' She opened her emerald eyes as the shuttle doors opened. She twinkled like a star.