@primecrown said: The coming of Horde Prime's armada had been swift, falling upon Dominator's ship like massive chromatic locusts within the cold void of space. A face of one of the Emperor's many clones materializing on the screen within her vessel. "Glory unto Prime. You have entered restrictive space. What is your ships serial number?"
Oh, how irritating. Of course Lord Dominator had been aware of the fleet nearby - it simply garnered 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 from her, at least for the time being. Unfortunately, it would seem the same was not the case for whoever commanded the vessels. Sharp claws tapped upon the console, 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄-𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 hidden beneath her helmet as contact was requested. She let the connection hang for a moment, considering simply declining it...in the end, however, she accepted the transmission.
The speaker immediately materialized upon her screen, message and subsequent query earning nothing but a raised brow for the longest moment. It was clear they had 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 who they were talking with. Dominator held up a claw in a gesture of ‘one moment’ while her other hand danced across the terminal, quickly gathering more data on the ships as she did so. Once satisfied with the information obtained, she returned her attention to the figure on the screen, still waiting for a response.
"͡I̛ ͘f̡ail͞ ̴t͞o ̧s̀ee͞ ͢th̀i͏s ͠ar̶ea ͢l҉ab̛èll͟e̢d̶ as ́r͢e͜s͞tric̢téd҉ ͝in͞ ̕my̶ sta̵r maps̨.̷" Dominator began, vocalizer warping her voice, sinister regardless of its even tone. "M͝y̛ sh͢i͞p's͘ ̸sér̢ia̡l ͘ņu͏mbe̡r͞ wi̴l̛l no͢t be͟ f͡o̕u̕n̴d͏ ̛in̕ y̨o̡ųr ̶r̸ecords -̷ I͏ have̕ ́t̢r͏ave̴l͏e͞d̀ fa̶r.̶ If t͝h͟at̴ ̴i̸s y̶o̷ur ̶only quest͡ion,̴ I ͡ẁil͠l͜ re͢turn t̢o͡ ̕my ̧bu͝si̸n͠e͜s҉s befo͢ŕe ̸I ̴w̢a̵s̡ ̨in͞t̷e҉rr͞u͏p̷ted͜."̀