[b]Bella![/b]

A roar from outside - audible even over the storm. Mynx's Ceronians are landing your shuttle outside. A risky and dangerous deed in this weather but they've managed it. What a relief - you have mere meters to walk before you're back on the ship, not miles through rain and mud and alien peril. 

Mynx hears it too, and hesitates - her hand was reaching for a pocket as she sized up Vasilia with reptilian eyes, but then she freezes and mutters something under her breath. "Fine, yeah. Alexa, do as Bella says and shut this idiot up and maybe I'll arrange for you to come back with us. I'll be right back, make sure this is resolved by the time I'm back."

She flicks her head, shifting in an instant back into the form of the Admiral and ducks out the front door so that she can address her waiting soldiers.

[b]Dolce![/b]

"Oh, but there's not," sighed the Assistant Secretary, deflating into a gently-waving blob. "It no doubt seems so very marvelous to you but to me, there's just all that it used to be. I could go back up to my office but I'd be boiled from the heat of that reactor set up in the middle of it. I tried working for the Ceronians but they kept me in a cage and only spoke to me when they needed something done. This place is, I am sad to say, really the domain of Hades."

One of the tentacles had an idea - it sparked with life and wrapped around your head excitedly. It took a moment for the thought to run back up the neural system and you can watch in real time as each tendril explodes with excited waving. "Wait, of course! I should have seen it before - the crest on your jacket, you're a Starsong Privateer! Oh, let me come with you! Take me on your ship - a new bureaucracy to administer! A whole new set of terrible problems to experience! Oh, how my threat-assessment matrixes will change when I have to account for operating on that scale. Take me with you and I'll move the Eater of Worlds, I swear it!"