The TerminalWhen we exited the ship, we were greeted by two men adorned in golden armor similar to that which the Defense Fleet wore. Full-sized helmets covered their head and face with the exception of cross shaped cutouts. One of the soldiers stood about six feet tall and the other was a hair over five and a half feet. As they stood next to each other, I couldn't help but think of them as a pair of mismatched bookends. The taller soldier approached and locked on us with hardened hazel eyes. A large scarlet cross had been etched on the front of his armor and a starburst covered the area where the lines connected.
“Braxii extends his apologies for the delay,” the soldier offered gruffly. “He insists you wait here for further instructions. There are refreshments available in the vending ma
