ComradeShiba A aquatic version of a UPR frigate escorted by two fighters approached the landing pad and landing gently. The door folded down and water from the airlock flooded out. Blackburn took of his mask and handed over his gun to one of the guards. He used a dryer to get of the water “Hello,” he said “He should be here any moment.” Another ship, painted in red and gold approached. Escorted by two of its own fighters. The ships extended their landing gear and made their way down the strip. A man emerged. In a red cape he stalked majestically towards where they where standing handing over a golden hand gun, a blade and what seemed to be a grenade. “Be careful with it.” He said. They scanned him for more weapons. And he made his way over.