An hour later the Warborne walked through the airlock onto the Eventide, the jewel in the crown of the Kantarran royal navy. They were all outfitted for war, heavily armed and armored in some cases. There was no mistaking what they were, and heads turned as they passed. These were obviously just the crew, scurrying around in their matching jumpsuits. They all looked nearly identical with a slender but toned physique he’d have envied in days past.
EventideThe two guards who had met them at the airlock walked in front of them with T’Raal, their forbidding expressions indicating that neither of them wanted the Warborne on board. They were dressed in something that somewhere in its past might once have been plate armor but had evolved into useless frippery. The ship itself was the complete op
