Two armed ID-SOL guards flanked her. Each had a stone-faced expression, several large bags, and huge high-powered rifles; the kind you gave your guards not because you expected combat, but for showing off the fact that you were important enough to bring out the big guns.
The woman who called herself Soreta, flanked between the two soldiers, certainly loved to feel important.
She didn't have the looks of a diplomat, however you sliced it; being a Geshrin she had the same sickly good looks as every other PNUgen model, hiding them under what could be, of all things, good clothes for jogging; a form-fitting red windbreaker with white trim and markings, and warm black cargo jeans. Her hair, too, was genetically designed, an unnatural cyan hue that draped over her shoulders, and bangs that completely obscured her eyes from view.
Her mission was, according to her handlers, to go to Elysia, and make a deal for peace; or perhaps even an alliance down the line. It was deceptively simple; Nepleslia, with the support of the Nerimians, could easily wipe out the dwindling 'Angel' population in any armed conflict. But the Elysians were proud, and they may not take so kindly to associating with the kind of riff-raff Nepleslia represented.
Well, that was good too. Soreta loved a challenge.
Soon enough, Jack Miller's attention was demanded by the young diplomat, who requested official permission to board. Sure, she probably could just waltz through the airlock right then and there, but that would be far less fitting of someone in her position. She needed to impress.
Sure, she could probably do her job without all the fuss, but what would be the fun in that?
