Freyr recoiled slightly upon seeing the large, crimson-eyed and obsidian-scaled Rothian that stood between them and the entrance to the skyscraper. It was massive, probably around nine feet. Freyr wondered whether this imposing stature had been engineered, or whether Rothians just had a rather large variation in body types. 

With her hair whipping about in the wind, Freyr watched the second craft’s doors as they opened to let the occupants out.

Captain Andersen was the first to appear, flanked on the right by a holographic representation of her XO. Freyr could see a small orb with multiple projectors floating in the middle of the man’s semi-translucent body. 

On the captain’s left was another large object, that Freyr quickly made out to be a person covered from head to toe in light blue armour. They were tall, over seven foot, with broad shoulders. Like the looming Rothian welcome wagon, they didn’t hold a weapon. Instead, they carried a hefty wooden box of an exquisite design. 

Behind these three, Freyr made out a smattering of the Barb’s other senior staff members and the Outremer Security Council delegate, most of whom she hadn’t talked to yet.

The two groups converged in front of the Datius, the captain nodding a greeting at Freyr. She was the one who spoke for them all, in the end. “Gladly. Please, lead the way.”