SDF-Aayrid, Ress System, Senua Locality, Scyllian Syndicate...
"Best behavior?" Agent Madison looked sideways and down at the shorter and broader woman who stood beside her. Both were in uniform for the occasion; Form-fitting gray blouses and trousers with a noted camouflage pattern except where the hexagon shapes of some high-tech fabric was more readily visible as accent or emphasis. For the taller of the two - a dark-skinned woman with a short cropped hairstyle that occasionally dropped over the green sunglasses that accompanied her everywhere - it was a regulation fit of not too tight and not too loose that left her physicality reasonably masked. The Dwarf was another matter; She had not been poured into the uniform but rather stuffed in and it looked nearly fit to burst with a heavy chest and hard muscles cleanly visible underneath. Either she didn't care or she distinctly wanted those around her to know that she was built like a brick outhouse.
"Promise," the first continued, her voice a near-whisper.
"Ah only have two behaviors," Meli replied with a grin, her eyes constantly moving over the people and the room around her. "Naughty and nice. Ah'n yain't ever seen naughty."
Thus they were not the only two in the Aayrid side of the airlock that linked the Diplomatic Cruiser to the station on the Scyllian side; There was also the ship's Executive Officer in the form of the four-hoofed Commander Uwawa Ohuiwa and two representatives from the Department of Industry in the forms of the blandly named White and Smith. While the Centaur, with her pink hair and irrepressibly cute demeanor was the clear standout, the two trade representatives were exactly what one might hope for in any kind of trade negotiation; Boring and straightforward. In addition to the three government officials there were also between four and six executives and vice presidents and other assorted industry representatives who held both a varying degree of power and the kind of good hair and good teeth that led one to immediately think of upper management, meaningless titles, and trophy partners. As such Meli hadn't introduced herself to any of them and Ivy had only briefly swept their files for any red flags.
"Even when you burned down that whore house?"
"That was funny. Ahn a right clever plan."
Meli was, according to her confidential file, an extraction specialist. She generally preferred murderer, but her duties were to get important people (executives didn't count, until they did) out of difficult or life-threatening situations. Often by blowing people up or killing things - and yes, that was deliberate. Ivy was both her handler and the regular eyes and ears for her boss in the field. Her boss was not implicitly listed but as both wore the blue identification piping of the Diplomatic Service on their uniform it could be thus assumed that they were part of the Defense Force and thus responsible first to the Commander and then ultimately to the Secretary-General. False on the first, true on the second.
Discussions of her operational methods aside, it was time to meet the locals and see just what they were made of. Lights flashed to green as atmospheric integrity was assured and the doors slide aside to reveal another, different pair of doors which then opened from the Scyllian side, "No promises..."