[b]Vitiafa of Endiohon[/b]
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With some quick taps on her communicator, John and Velia's devices both pinged and lit up.

The message read; [i]Make haste. Station Security has noticed us. Not hostile.[/i]

Returning her attention to the crowd physically in front of her, Vitiafa glared at the grendari as she stepped over to him. Even on his mobility aide, the priestess towered over him, and so she kneeled before him. Though, before Divaldo's pride swelled with any ideas, she tussled his forehead like a child. She found the slimy, wrinkled texture disgusting, though her face showed little indication of such distaste.

"And any fool can wear a crown and call himself king and pretend to be powerful." she countered as she wiped her hand clean with a handkerchief. "If inspecting the ship shall put an end to your incessant protests, you may feel welcome too. You'll see that we are merely preparing the ship to leave. There is no great haste, however."