Atrox sighed. "Do it, Flagbearer Takoda."
Chief Takoda straightened, his hands folded in front of him, and then he bellowed, his voice amplified by essence. It carried throughout the Core like a rumbling mountain. "I am Flagbearer Takoda, and here is Flagbearer Pomora! You are in the Borderland, standing before Commander Atrox Soryu! State your business!"
His voice fell like a hammer, and Atrox could just picture the scene in the ships. They must be speechless and looking for what to say.
'...they must have heard I am the Commander, but it is quite different when the title is said out loud like that... But I am sure they have someone in there who is good at what is expected from the Clan...'
As expected, a voice blasted out again. This time, it was not trying to be emotionless. There was amusement tainting it. "Flagbearers? We know Flagbearers, but we know no Commander and definitely not one who carries the Soryu name."
Atrox sighed. '...bastards... So we begin...'
