"Please, just Milia," she says, with a smile. "I'm only 'Lady' because they decided the lands I held were worthy of a title, not because of anything I've done," she said with a slight laugh. The mage was dressed in an elegant dress, one that might have been a wizard's robe, in other times, but was clearly tailored to fit her perfectly. She was a little older, possibly late thirties, although advances in technology and anti-aging treatments, especially amongst the wealthy, made that almost impossible to determine. Well endowed, with a plump, curvy figure, she bore little jewelry, and no apparent weaponry, which wasn't surprising, given that she was as much a weapon as anything.<br/><br/>"We know it supports life; the analysis indicated heavy vegetation covering the majority of the land surface. About sixty percent water, roughly two-thirds the size of Terra, with a lighter gravity, they're estimating about .85g, currently. No signs of advanced civilization, but beyond that, we can't tell much more. Gidget has the full report, if you want to peruse through it, during the trip."<br/><br/>As if saying her name summoned her, the door opened, and the gnome made her way into the main lounge. Standing just a little over two and a half-feet tall. with a wiry build, Gidget was a gnome, a fairly uncommon race, as only two colonies had ended up producing them, the larger of which, her homeworld, had been settled heavily by scientists and engineers, and was a major foundation of science and technology, which led to the (more accurate than not) stereotype that gnomes were brilliant scientists and tinkerers. She was wearing a dark blue jumpsuit, a toolbelt wrapped around her waist, carrying a data tablet. "All systems check out, ma'am. Engines running at 96% of ideal, power levels stable, everything works, just as expected. Oh, hello Ivy."