Working for Gjallarhorn sounded like death sentence, especially when you had been hearing chatter of an organisation causing them headaches, as the name Tekkadan sounded more familiar now. And with the ships alarms blaring, it was pretty much time to suit up and face this new threat, as pilots rushed by you until one of them stopped, with a clack of her boots, not looking happy to see you at all...

"You are in the presence of Fleet Commander Carta Issue! Speak when you're spoken to!" she said, just as you were about to explain yourself, the tall woman herself being Carta Issue, uniformed, all with her signature white hairstyle.

"And address Me as Lady, Swine..." she continued, squinting her eyes as she looked you over, showing a pout to her prominent red lips.