Listening as the High Seraph spoke, the Emperor considered her words somewhat. He took note of the fact that people called her High Seraph in public situations, but as he wasn't a particularly formal people, he simply gave her a nod. "Very well then. I should call you High Seraph in formal settings... Irida," he remarked. Since there weren't a whole lot of people in the room at the moment, he figured he didn't need to refer to her in a formal way, and simply called her by name as he wasn't a particularly formal person.
He couldn't help but smile at Rhea's adorably behavior, giving a nod to the young princess. "Good..." he remarked as he led her through the halls, holding on to Beatrice's little hand as he did so. "You can call me what you like.... so can Irida," he remarked. "Though you might want to use formality in formal settings," he pointed out as he walked the two towards the landing craft.
Giving Irida a nod, he made his way into the pilot seat of the dropship. "We have plenty of qualified pilots, but... well, I figured it best to keep you company rather than throwing you into the hangar bar with the scary battlesuits. And I'm not such a bad pilot, after all." In truth, he was a very good pilot, but rarely had he an opportunity to pilot in combat situations as it was an incredibly risky place for the most high value target in the entire Imperium.
Directing Irida into the co-pilot seat, he showed her how to activate the gravity web harness that would ensure her safety throughout the short flight. Far better than a seatbelt at what it did, it allowed an organic life form to survive the high acceleration of the two hundred gravity drive of the vessel. "Go ahead and take your seats," he said to Beatrice and Rhea, gesturing to his lap and Irida's, noting how the High Seraph's sitting position caused her panties to be visible, but trying not to stare at them too much. "We'll be taking off as soon as I get the all clear from Gunther." No doubt the General of the Imperial Guard was already in the process of loading his best battlesuit troopers into the hangar bay of the same dropship, out of view of the Seraphkin.
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