Thread:Faenor of the Silver Laurel/@comment-26084195-20170104064405/@comment-26444332-20170106232543

Kurenai surrenders her saber, pistol, and extra magazines, and is about to hand over her comms device, before a light shines in her eyes.

'No modern technology, you say? What if it was a hand-crafted weapon made using techniques passed down for generations beyond count?'

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A slender and smooth arrowhead-shaped vessel, around nine hundred metres in length, detaches itself from the fleet and proceeds to land just outside the city, large landing legs revealing themselves from the hull. Steam jets from the large boarding ramp beginning to lower itself.