The male sounded plausible. Maybe too plausible, and Elumine's thumbs hovered on her triggers as her Huntership continued to close rapidly on the climbing dropship and then buzzed past a handful of yards beneath. The brash humans had a way of showing up in the unlikeliest of places - and their males utterly lacking in proper respect - but the Throneworld? Jessin swept past and again Aodha failed to flinch. "Aodha McToimilin," the lead pilot drawled, notably mispronouncing the surname with her chopped-off enunciation. "Of the Aurora. You are flying in contested space and are privileged to bear witness to the overthrow of a weak and decadent regime. Alter course to five one seventeen and dock with the battleship<i>Asaring Supremacy. </i>Following a full inspection you will be privileged to be the first of your kind to pay homage to the Imperatrix Rhomaia, may she reign a thousand years." The formula mouthed, as soon as the human's ship turns to the proper course both aerospace strikecraft turn their wings over and shriek off in search of other prey.<br/><br/>A lone human transport was intriguing, but not something to be overly worried about. He sounded as though he believed his own words, and the boarding teams would check soon enough to ensure the truth of it. There was real prey to be hunted down, and like a Gavy Bird to the hunters a second transport rose from the blazing carcass of the palace. This was a classic Serilline model, with two fighters flying close escort and drawing the attack ships' attention like corpse flies to a fresh body. All four light craft twisted into a complicated corkscrew in the upper atmosphere, dodging arcing plasma rockets that traced incandescent lines across the skies. Caught up in their duel with fellow knights of the skies, Elumine's flight disregarded the transport which continued its drive for space, escaping the atmosphere within a few kilometres of Aodha's own orbital insertion as it attempted to run the blockade.<br/><br/>Safely in space, the<i>Aurora</i>'s flight had steadied out once it was free of the Throneworld atmosphere. Renaya had never been offworld in a vessel as small as this; travelling on a royal expedition was like travelling within a safe and insulated world of her own. Not not her own, it's own; she had always travelled at her mother's ends rather than her own. With the shaking safely settled she uncoiled herself from the bared mattress and came to her feet, then set to exploring her new ship. This room was clearly in use, and now that they were safely offworld she explored down the corridor and quickly identified the next room down as the only real option. It was a tiny cabin - even smaller than the one she'd been hiding in - but without her entourage she couldn't really expect him to give up his cabin regardless of the proprieties of the situation. Fortunately whoever his usual guest was, she seemed to have some clothes left behind in the wardrobe and she changed into an unusual outfit of the other female's before she set out to pillage the kitchens.<br/><br/>She was in disguise.