Five starships the shape of golden dragons land on the Gon dock next to the one already present. As the hatch of one opens Aelme storms down the ramp, trailed by subordinates and clearly irritated. She smirks as she addresses her team. My impetuous lout of a brother thinks he can run ahead and claim all the glory without us. Stay sharp and efficient. I'd like to be here with a pile of relics already waiting when he finds his way back.
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