You land your ship inside of the docking bay of the Grand Federation's Consoladus, the sleek white interior and LED lights of the ship's docking bay already hurting your eyes. Just a few days ago you had gotten a message Star-Clad that you were personally requested by Admiral Armada. Of course you couldn't refuse a request like that.

Herrah gives you a smile and a thumbs-up as you step off your ship, also blowing you a kiss with one of her free hands before your ship's hatch closes. Four Grand Federation Vanguards, each in white uniforms, are standing at the ready, prepared to escort you through the ship. The halls are more of the same: bright white walls and LED lights. After a long elevator ride, you are finally greeted to a more tolerable area with grey walls and carpeting, but you are quickly ushered into the personal office of Armada before you can really get a look at any of it.

Armada herself is sitting at her desk, and when she notices you the scales on her face turn white from black.

Ah, I am glad that you accepted my request, Nemesis.

Armada sets down her holopad and stands up, walking around her desk and towards you with her arms behind her back.

I must say, I was not expecting a bounty hunter of your renown to be registered to under a lesser-known group like Star-Clad. I would have thought someone of your caliber to be registered under Monad.

She saunters back to her desk, her hips swaying awkwardly and making it clear she is attempting to be attractive to you. She picks up her holopad and taps the screen before looking back up at you

Let's cut to the chase. Several ships were spotted leaving the quarantine zone surrounding S385-3, otherwise known as Earth. The Grand Federation suspects...well, fears they may be human insurgents on a mission to conquer and destroy, since as we know Earth is on quarantine due to its century long civil war.

Armada sets down her holopad, leaning back against her desk.

I suspect that these ships may contain human fugitives seeking to escape the endless war on their home planet. I would like to hire you to hunt these fugitives down, capture them, and then bring them back to me. For each of these ships you bring, I will pay you 100k Credits, and if any of them are insurgents, I'll pay you 50k for each one killed.

She then reaches up and unzips her jumpsuit to her stomach, more scales on her face turning white and her tail wiggling slightly.

I am of course, open to negotiate on any... additional payments to sweeten the deal.