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You are invited inside and enter the ship. You take along with you your two right hands- Jale Berax and Farro Val. While neither are <span class="mu-i">exactly</span> royalty- both are basically your knights. Besides, despite how friendly this <span class="mu-i">Ully'Andule</span> is, and how confident you are in your mission, you still don't really want to go on an alien ship alone...
You enter the vessel to find it sleek. The inside don't much match the exterior- the walls and floors are all slightly curved in an aesthetic, organic shape. The walls and floor are not made of metal, they are rigid but with enough give to be comfortable to the touch. Everything is very slightly warm to the touch- it feels like the interior of this ship is almost a luxury just in how it is designed. Indeed, your air-conditioned carpeted inner sanctum aboard the Bite of Batool is like a stuffy cargo hold compared to this!
“Ahh, they you are! I bid you welcome, fellow Aristocrat!”
W-Wha-
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">They're a... Hazaar?!</span></span>
“What is the problem, my friend? Does my appearance concern you?”
You can't believe it! They are a Hazaar. Everything about them is the same as the Hazaar- you deal with them on a daily basis, naturally, as they are a prominent species in your empire. But this one... draped in gold finery, and of a Hazaar-gender-type you can't identify, but unmistakably a Hazaar!
<span class="mu-r">”You're a Hazaar?!”</span> Jale blurts out. You give him a glance. We have no idea of their relations you damn fool! You were trying to come up with a more tactful way to say that very same thing...
“What did- what did you just say? Hazaar-?”
