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    Curious about the seraphic guests, the Emperor tapped in to Beatrice's audiovisual feed in order to watch them make their wa through the capital vessel to the meeting room where he waited. The fact that these aliens were of impossible beauty with feathery wings matched very well with certain Promethean legends of celestial messengers and warriors in service to ancient deities, but so far it was impossible to tell whether these were indeed such creatures, or merely styled to look like them. Regardless, there were clearly no small amount of genetic modifications involved in the design of these alien girls, as such beauty didn't exist naturally in all of the known galaxy.

    He approved of the way Beatrice answered their questions without providing any classified information, as these alien girls most definitely did not have clearance. One girl's question about rape didn't surprise him... after all, it wasn't unusual for matriarchal cultures to view men as savage beasts... but even he didn't realize just how low the rape rate was in the Imperial Armada. He would have preferred it to be nonexistent, of course, but knew such things weren't realistically possible with sentient life forms.

    Once they did enter, he chuckled somewhat at Beatrice's slip of speech, wondering if it was truly accidental or intentional. It was hard to tell these things, when it came to hyper-advanced artificial intelligence life forms who could perceive an entire year of events within a nanosecond and calculate accordingly. "Thank you, Beatrice," he said to the hologram. Switching to neural induction input, he thought his next question to the Cytherean without speaking aloud or showing any sign of communication. "Did you want to bring your body here?"

    Trying not to show any reaction to the blushing girls, he didn't make eye contact with them as he seated them, admittedly somewhat nervous to be in the presence of not one, but four such beauties. "Of course..." he managed to reply to Irida, her adorably shy reaction causing him to feel a bit more confident, as she had suddenly become ten times cuter than the more serious expressions she had used in her long range communications.

    As the smallest girl noted the concealed battlesuit in the corner and mentioned it to others, the Emperor gave a sigh. Due to the high level of stealth technology utilized by the Imperium, very few aliens were capable of noticing them at all, and none without some additional detection technlogy. The fact that the Seraphkin were capable to seeing Gunther's battlesuit with nothing other than their own highly augmented bodies indicated that their level of biotech enhancements equaled... or perhaps even exceeded... those of the Imperium itself.

    "That level of firepower is normal for heavy combat operations... which this is not," the Emperor stressed in response to Celeste's question. "Gunther, get out of that thing and sit over here." He gestured to the chair on his right hand side, and the battlesuit reluctantly complied, opening up to reveal an equally scary looking muscle man with a large longsword on his back. Gunther silently made his way over to the seat next to the Emperor, the battlesuit remaining in position.

    "Don't just leave it there," Donald III muttered, "Take it out of the room at least." As the battlesuit's combat systems were fully capable of operating remotely through neural induction, Gunther was hesitant again to reply, but gave a simple nod, the battlesuit walking out of the room to leave the three Achenarans alone with the four Seraphkin girls.

    "Now then..." he said, once again directing his attention towards Irida as she was the leader of the four girls. "You'll have to excuse Gunther.. after a series of assassination attempts, he has become far too overprotective. We should discuss the upcoming battle, instead. To do that, however, I'll need to know more about your fleet, and their combat capabilities. Any information you or your strategist can provide regarding the nature of your technology, firepower, tactics, and how you measure up against Asmodean war vessels would be useful. Withholding information or other lack of cooperation is likely to result in higher CCC casualties in the upcoming battle, after all."

    He knew it was normal to withhold information of tactical significance when dealing with civilizations whose intentions were unknown, but he wanted Irida to be aware of the fact that doing so would be detrimental to the cooperation that she had agreed to in the upcoming battle. Glancing over at the other Seraph girls, he noted the dark-haired girl and the blonde, figuring one or the other was an experienced military commander with knowledge of strategy and tactics that would prove useful when coordinating combat efforts against the Asmodeans.

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    Dipping her head respectfully to the Emperor, Beatrice's holographic form went to stand off to one side of the room to allow the angelic aliens to enter and greet Donald III. It was then that she received the man's message through his neural communication, and his suggestion immediately brought a smile to the AI's lips. Rather than responding, the hologram fizzled before her image disappeared completely so that she could retrieve her physical body and bring it to the meeting room. Oftentimes, the Cytherean forgot that she had a body she could transfer over to in order to become more human-like.

    The Seraphkin girls were all much too distracted by the man in the battlesuit, so they were unaware of Beatrice's absence as they tried to determine whether or not he was going to be a danger to them. It wasn't until he had stepped out of the suit that they began to relax, all except for Rhea, who was still keeping a close eye on him. "He's not any less scary outside of the suit..." the youngest Seraphkin mumbled under her breath, watching as the large, scary man took a seat next to the Emperor. It was obvious that he was only there to provide the best protection for the Emperor, which was understandable to the Seraphkin girls considering they were aware of the war he was currently in the midst of.

    Once the battlesuit had exited the room and the man was slightly less of a threat than he had been before, Irida allowed herself to relax into her seat, but her gaze continued to wander throughout the room to check for any other weapons that may be hidden from sight. However, as Donald III started to speak to her directly, she focused her gaze back on him, even though making eye contact caused the color on her cheeks to brighten a few more shades. "Ah, yes... Celeste will be able to provide you with much of the information you desire in that regard. However...will you be sharing similar information with us?" the High Seraph asked, attempting to bring back the confidence she had felt while on her own vessel...but it was nearly impossible with the blush burning on her cheeks.

    She then motioned towards Celeste to encourage the other to speak, trusting the commander to share only enough information to satisfy the Emperor’s needs. “Our technology, from what we can gather, comes from a time well before any of us can remember. We...don’t fully know the extent of how the technology works, considering the science behind it is...is incredibly ancient,” starting off speaking with confidence, Celeste gradually began to trip up on her words as she grew somewhat distracted just from looking at the Emperor in person.

    Realizing that Celeste had fallen silent, Haven decided to jump in to try to help out the distracted Seraphkin. “We have never seen this sort of technology anywhere but our home, so it is something we assume to be completely unique to us,” she picked up where the commander left off, speaking rather quickly in order to ensure the words got out. “Which...which means that it could be very useful in the war. Something that could potentially put you at a much greater advantage,” Haven continued, hoping to please the man with this information.

    “I believe one of our ships could easily match up to two of the Asmodean’s. There’s plenty of additional information that I can share with you from my own vessel… Or, you can even come take a look at our technology and see if you may know more about it than even we do,” Irida took her turn to speak now, wanting to provide the man with as many options as possible in hopes that one of them could satisfy him.

    The sound of the door opening caught the attention of the Seraphkin aliens, and they were all quite surprised to see Beatrice enter the room in a form that was much different than before. “Beatrice is sorry for interrupting,” the Cytherean apologized, smiling towards the guests as she approached the Emperor. Without feeling any shame, the girl plopped herself down on Donald’s lap, wanting to sit in a place that would get her the most attention.

    Getting a bit jealous that everyone else had received Emperor Donald’s focus, Rhea couldn’t keep herself silent any longer. “Can Rhea sit on Emperor Donald-san’s lap, too?” the youngest Seraphkin chirped, earning a disapproved and embarrassed glance from her big sister. “Rhea,” Irida squeaked out, looking from the young girl to Donald, then back to Rhea. “That’s very inappropriate to ask, Rhea. H-he probably doesn’t…-” the flustered High Seraph tripped over her words as she tried to chastise the younger, but Rhea didn’t seem to mind it. “Rhea was only asking! Beatrice-chan gets to sit there…” the jealous girl cut her sister off, looking towards Donald with a rather hopeful expression.
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    The Emperor tried to focus and refrain from showing any reaction in the presence of these angelic aliens, but doing so proved quite difficult, as their beautifully engineered bodies were incredibly distracting in their own right. He could only imagine what it would be like to watch them in combat... with such well-engineered bodies, they most certainly would possess physical speed and strength far in excess of any natural life form. His own body had been modified in similar ways, and the side effect increased his metabolism by more than four times that of an ordinary man... enough that even his food had to be specially designed with a high calorie content so that he could ingest enough of it to sustain his body mass.

    He paid little attention to the fact that Beatrice had vanished, expecting her to walk in the doorway at any time in a more solid, organic body. She was still present in the ship's computer systems, after all, so in truth she had never actually left... only her avatar had vanished. Gazing at the High Seraph as she spoke, he noted her blush and gave a nod in response to her question. "I'll have Beatrice provide you with a document on conventional Imperial fleet tactics. It should tell you all you need to know." In truth, the document in mind was dated prior to the start of the Asmodean war, but the tactics within were still quite relevant... it merely lacked some of the more unconventional and recent tactics and technology, which he would prefer to keep classified for the time being as these Seraphkin were still potentially enemies once the battle was concluded.

    He glanced over to the dark-haired girl as she spoke of the CCC's technology, frowning a bit in thought. What she said seemed to support his suspicion in that their technology was a remnant of the Promethean age... something he most definitely wanted to study in greater detail... though the Asmodeans as well also claimed to be from a Promethean age, which was, for the most part, confirmed wrong. He glanced over to the other space angel as she added to Celeste's words, wondering if her statement about their combat effectiveness was indeed accurate... if so, it would make them the third strongest warships in the known galaxy, behind only the Imperium and the Glacian Empire in their firepower. "That's... surprising. But it's good to know you'll be a valuable asset in the coming battle," he said, feeling no particular need to argue the point.

    As Irida spoke up offering to give him a closer look at the technology he most certainly wished to see, the Emperor's attention was drawn back to the beautiful High Seraph. This chance encounter was proving far too good to be true... and so he couldn't help but wonder what the catch was. Or was the information in the Asmodeus CPU truly that valuable to these girls? He doubted the High Seraph was as naive as her teenage appearance indicated... but was she, really?

    "I think I'll take you up on that offer," he said to the monarch. "For now, if you would have your commander send as many technical documents as possible to the Purgatory, I'll make sure and review them in greater detail prior to the battle." Simply hearing the Seraphkin girls talk about their ships was insufficient to satisfy the Emperor's academic curiosity and strategic imperative... a more detailed review would give him a much better view of the overall picture.

    His thoughts were briefly interrupted as the Cytherean girl walked in, this time in a more organic, living body, and headed directly over to him. Allowing her to settle into his lap, he felt a warmth which indicated that the girl wasn't wearing anything under her short skirt... not particularly surprising, really, as simply having an organic body was more an experiment for the alien who existed primarily within computer systems. "Hi there," he said to Beatrice as she made herself comfortable, chuckling somewhat as the princess spoke up.

    "Rhea? That's your name?" he asked the loli space angel as he turned his attention towards her. He realized that the only Seraphkin present who had introduced herself was Irida, and wondered if such etiquette was common among the CCC... then again, neither of his own bodyguards had so much as spoken, as their job was to protect him and nothing more. "I don't mind," he said with a shrug, though it seemed Gunther was displeased at the idea. Still, he shifted Beatrice over a bit in his lap to make room for Rhea, unintentionally causing the Cytherean to flash the princess in the process.

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    After providing the Emperor with an explanation about the Seraphkin technology, Irida was concerned that the lack of information would cause the man to pull back on their deal. Without obtaining what they needed from the Asmodeans, Irida was unable to tell him everything that he wanted to know. However, it seemed her offer to give him a first hand look at the technology made up for their lack of information, and this helped the High Seraph relax back in her seat. “I’ll be sure to have them send it over as soon as possible. It’s not a lot of information but...but maybe you can piece it together better than we have been able to,” the High Seraph continued, just before her sister asked to sit on the man’s lap.

    As Emperor Donald responded to Rhea, the young princess brightened into a smile and nodded a confirmation to his question. “Yes, Emperor-san! Rhea is Irida’s younger sister,” she chirped, already starting to blush now that she was receiving attention from him. “Beatrice really likes Rhea, Daddy. She’s a very kind,” Beatrice added, using her nickname for the Emperor without trying to fix it this time. The compliment caused the blush on Rhea’s cheeks to brighten a few shades, and the Seraphkin princess giggled softly in reasponse.

    The young angelic girl didn’t move from her seat until Donald gave her permission to sit on his lap, and with a smirk at her big sister, Rhea hopped down from the seat to approach the man. As she got closer, she watched him move Beatrice over to give her space on his lap, causing the Cytherean’s short dress to hike up and flash her bare skin beneath. The sight caused a deep shade of red to blossom onto the Seraphkin princess’ cheeks, but she still took her place on his lap next to the other girl.

    “B-Beatrice-chan doesn’t have on any pantsu...” Rhea whispered the words as she got settled on Donald’s lap, her cheeks still a bright pink. The Cytherean only giggled at the comment, smoothing her hands over her skirt to prevent another flash. “Of course! No pantsu gives Daddy easy-“

    “I’m sorry... I’m sure we have more to discuss, r-right?” Irida spoke up to cut off Beatrice, feeling her own face start to heat up as she figured out what the Cytherean had been referring to. “I-I can have Haven go back now to send over the information you need. O-or all of us can go...” the High Seraph was a bit flustered as she attempted to speak, tripping on her words due to her embarrassment.
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    Listening to the words of the High Seraph, the Achenaran Emperor gave a nod. "Whatever you can, would be helpful." He wasn't the sort of person to pull out on a deal once he had agreed to it... but he definitely wanted the Imperium to benefit in some way from this alliance, in addition to the lessened casualties from the upcoming battle. As large and powerful as the Third Royal Armada was, reports indicated that the Asmodeans had amassed all of their remaining forces to defend their homeworld... and the core of their society, who they viewed as some all-powerful deus ex machina. There was no guarantee that he had brought a sufficiently large force to win a decisive victory.

    He nodded at the words of the princess, accepting her words at face value. He knew it was unlikely that they were true sisters, as without any men in their civilization, they couldn't possibly reproduce in the same way that Achenarans did... but family didn't always mean born of the same mother. "She seems like a good girl," he said to Beatrice, trusting the Cytherean's judgment on the young princess. Though her informality caused Gunther to grimace a bit, the guard refrained from saying anything, knowing his job was to be seen and not heard.

    He didn't think much of the fact that Beatrice wasn't wearing any underwear, figuring that since she was unaccustomed to having an organic body, she probably just hadn't thought it necessary. Still, he couldn't help but chuckle somewhat at her words before they were cut off by those of Irida. Focusing his attention on Irida, he thought over the girl's words for a moment.

    "Hmm..." he thought for a moment. He had expected to command the Third Royal Armada from the command and control center of the Purgatory, but the thought of being the first Achenaran to see the interior of a CCC ship was... quite intriguing, indeed. "I think I'll take you up on that offer... do you have a boat bay or hanger deck large enough to accommodate a Locust-class landing craft?" The ship in question was designed to transport Imperial battlesuits to and from the surface of planets, and though it could hold a lot of them, its design was compact and should easily fit into the hangar bay of Irida's flagship. "I'm sure Gunther will want to take a couple of those scary battlesuits to ensure my protection... but with that in mind, I'd love to see your ship. Would Beatrice like to come as well?"

    He figured that if he took this particular proxy of Beatrice with him, she would be able to communicate with her main CPU in the Purgatory itself, and he would then be able to command both fleets from the CCC flagship, provided Beatrice herself were in close proximity.

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    Noticing the movement in the corner of the room, Beatrice peeked over towards Gunther and immediately smiled brightly at the large, scary looking man. “Hi, Oniisan!” she chirped, lifting a hand to wave at the man before settling back comfortably on Emperor Donald’s lap. The Cytherean girl had picked up the habit of being kind to all people, especially those aboard the Purgatory, so she always greeted anyone she came across unless distracted by the Emperor. The only time Beatrice was ever harsh towards someone was if they did something wrong to the Emperor.

    The Cytherean then focused her attention on Irida and the Emperor, paying close attention to the conversation so she could store any information that may be useful in the future. “The Aurora should be able to hold a ship that size,” Irida responded to Donald’s question, although the thought of having so many of those battlesuits on her ship brought up another issue. “However...there are some Seraphkin on the ship that will not approve of having a large number of those suits on my ship,” she continued, gnawing lightly on her bottom lip as she considered the best way to avoid conflict while the man looked over the Aurora.

    She knew that the older women on the ship would have a hard time just allowing Emperor Donald onto the ship by himself, let alone with Gunther at his side. Inviting him to bring a number of battlesuits onto the ship would be a whole other issue to have to deal with. She didn’t want to anger her own people, but she also didn’t want to disrespect Emperor Donald. She could also tell that Gunther would not approve of just taking Emperor Donald alone.

    “How about...the battlesuits remain on the shuttle you bring. I don’t mind Gunther entering Auror with you but...I know my girls will be less harsh without all of the scary suits,” Irida decided after a moment, hoping that it would be enough of a compromise for him to agree. She knew it way asking a lot, considering he would be entering an unfamiliar ship with limited protection, but she had done the same when boarding the Purgatory.

    “Beatrice would like to go!” The Cytherean finally got her chance to pipe up, and Rhea clapped her hands in excitement. “The Aurora is beautiful. I’m sure Beatrice will like getting to see a flagship other than this one,” Rhea added, smiling at the girl and then up at Donald.
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    As Gunther was noticed by the organic mini-platform for the Purgatory's artificial intelligence organism, he turned his head in her direction and gave a polite nod. "Greetings, Beatrice," was all he said before turning his attention back towards their guests, silently observing them. Though he made no show of hostility, he was ready to react if the Seraphkin showed any of their own, and was particularly unhappy with the way their princess had made herself at home on the Emperor's lap.

    Though it was clear that Gunther was unhappy about having to leave his battlesuits behind in the landing craft, the Emperor understood the concerns of the Seraphkin. With as much obvious firepower as they carried, there was a potential threat of having them cause mass destruction over the entire vessel, perhaps even taking it ovr completely if the Seraphkin lacked battlesuits of their own. "Sounds reasonable," he said. "I'm sure Gunther would want to take a few of his elite guards with him as well... provided they don't bring their battlesuits," he added. As obviously augmented as the Seraphkin bodies were, Donald III still wagered that the augments of the Imperial Guard could contend on the same level without their battlesuits... or even better, considering they had much more muscle mass than the pretty angelic girls.

    "Well then," he said, directing his attention towards Gunther. "I suggest you pick who is coming. No more than a dozen or so dismounted guards on the Aurora... the rest in the Locust lander. Does this sound reasonable?" he directed the question towards Irida. Picking up Rhea in one arm and Beatrice in the other, his hand accidentally slid up Rhea's princess dress to touch her rear in the process. A similar thing happened as he held Beatrice, his hand slipping across the unprotected flesh under her skirt.

    "I can fit two... maybe three, in the cockpit of the dropship. The rest of your officers can take your own shuttle back to the Aurora. Since the High Seraph is still in my custody, I'll be taking her with me.. but who else?"
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    Irida was once again relieved by the agreement of the Emperor, pleased to hear that her request to him did not offend or cause any sort of suspicion. The last thing she wanted was to put her crew in danger, and brining the Emperor aboard the Aurora with Gunther was already pushing that boundary. However, as she listened to Donald speak with the other man, she decided his instructions for Gunther were fair. "Yes, that does sound reasonable... Thank you, your Royal and Imperial Majesty," Irida spoke as the Emperor's question was directed towards her, wanting to be polite as she thanked the man for taking her needs and wants into consideration.

    As the man then stood from his seat, Beatrice and Rhea both looped their arms around his neck to hold on, and the Seraphkin princess started to blush just from being held by the man. The color on her cheeks was quick to change from a light pink, rose-y shade to a much darker, Syrah color as she felt Donald's hand slip up her dress and over her backside. Not used to that sort of touch, the young Seraphkin's hips accidentally rubbed against the Emperor's side since her legs were wrapped around his waist. "S-Sorry, Emperor-san..." she squeaked the apology almost silently, attempting to hide her face against his shoulder in embarrassment.

    While the Seraphkin princess was very embarrassed by the series of events, Beatrice welcomed the touch beneath her dress and even attempted to press closer to it since the Cytherean did not get to be touched all the time. "Daddy..." she breathed through a quiet giggle, keeping quiet to avoid attention from the other girls in the room.

    Her attempt to be quiet seemed successful as Irida was too distracted by the Emperor's words, and even the High Seraph started to blush as she was told she would be joining Donald on his dropship. "Rhea must stay with me, so she must come with us if I am going with you," Irida eventually found her voice, which immediately earned a few sounds of disagreement from Celeste and Haven. "The two of you can lead us to the Aurora in our shuttle. If something goes wrong, I'm sure I can handle myself," the High Seraph continued, feeling confident that she could get herself and Rhea out of danger if the Emperor happened to turn on them once they boarded the dropship.

    Deciding not to argue with the High Seraph, Celeste and Haven nodded respectfully to the woman instead, earning a bright smile from Irida. "Very well. Please, lead the way, your Royal and Imperial Majesty," Irida directed her attention back to Donald, and motioned for him to lead her to the ship they would be taking.
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    Donald III wasn't a particularly formal person, though he did understand the need for formality in certain situations, and therefore continued to allow Irida to address him by his title and honorific as they had only just met, and she was as much of an enigma to him as he was to her, he supposed. "No problem," he said. "How do you want me to address you, anyway?" He had no idea what the proper etiquette was for speaking to a High Seraph. She was a monarch, it seemed, though she could just as easily be an elected official, as he had very little idea of the government structure of the CCC.

    Noting the blush and apology of the little Seraphkin princess, the Emperor was somewhat confused as to why she was apologizing. "What for?" he asked. Realizing that his hand had come into contact with her panties, he added, "Shouldn't I be the one apologizing?" Beatrice's reaction was even more puzzling... the little Cytherean always seemed to have quite the fascination with Achenaran mating habits, to the point where she exercised her right as a sentient organism to create a body of organic flesh for herself. "Silly Beatrice..." he whispered somewhat, chuckling and shaking his head.

    As Irida said that the Rhea had to stay with her, the Emperor gave her a nod. "Alright then..." he said. "The cockpit is designed for a pilot and co pilot, but you girls are small enough that we can probably fit, so long as she doesn't mind sitting in your lap." He already had every intention of piloting the vessel himself, despite everything Gunther had tried to tell him in the past about how dangerous it was to fly, as he simply enjoyed doing so. Plus, he knew for a fact that Beatrice would easily fit into his lap, with how small she was.

    "Right this way then," he said, direction the High Seraph towards the nearest boat bay, away from her bodyguards. He knew that Gunther would certainly load the dropship with an entire century of Imperial Guard, but so long as he kept the Seraphkin girls in the cockpit without letting them see the hangar bay, they needn't know exactly how much firepower the Imperium was bringing with them to the Aurora.

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    A bit surprised by Donald’s words, Irida took a moment to consider the best answer to his question. It hadn’t occurred to the girl that he would treat her with the same respect that he provided him, since she had been told for so long that men were disrespectful brutes. “Oh... W-well, the girls call me High Seraph. Or...or you can just call me Irida, since it makes things a bit less formal,” she finally managed to sputter out a response, feeling her cheeks warm just a bit as she did so. She was not used to being addressed politely by anyone other than her own crew members, so it was difficult for her to decide what was best for him to call her. Especially because of her desire to have a slightly more casual relationship with the man.

    The High Seraph was much too distracted by her own embarrassment that she didn't notice the exchange between Rhea and the Emperor. The young princess somehow blushed even brighter as the man spoke to her, and she gave a small shake of her head to disagree with his words. "I-it's okay, Emperor-san," she whispered, realizing she didn't necessarily dislike having his touch in an unfamiliar place. Beatrice seemed to notice this easily, and the Cytherean took a mental note for later use. She stayed quiet otherwise, only smiling brightly as she heard the Emperor's soft whisper to her.

    The Seraphkin girls listened closely to the Emperor as he explained the seating arrangements, and Rhea nodded her head to his words. "Rhea doesn't mind," she assured, not voicing her desire to sit in his lap instead. With the traveling arrangements decided, Irida followed along close beside Donald as they made their way to the boat bay. "I take it you will be piloting?" the High Seraph asked, assuming as much since they would be sitting in the cockpit.

    While they reached the dropship belonging to the Emperor, the two remaining Seraphkin boarded their own shuttle in order to help guide Donald back to the Aurora. Haven never voiced her concerns aloud, but she was beginning to question whether taking him to their mothership would be such a good idea. It was too late to change the decision, but she could only imagine how the older Seraphkin would react to him coming onto the Aurora.
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