The attendant moves as Prince Uldren passes through the massive door separating the Outpost’s common area from the warren of tunnels that make up the Queen’s Bay.
He rounds a corner and a poorly maintained hatch opens for him, clunking and groaning as it separates. The room beyond is dark, shadowed.
He steps through, and the hatch shudders closed behind him. A series of dim illumination panels flicker on. He is not alone.
Three dull green lights blaze to life behind a veil. She tilts her head to consider the Prince, face like a marble carving.
"You." Her voice resonates inside small chamber.
"Say what you want and get out. We don’t have time for this right now."
"In the past, Her Majesty has seen fit to—"
"In the past, our nav lanes weren’t full of Guardians." Uldren snaps.
"Last I heard, your Queen was on the far end of the Belt."
"If the Guardians knew you and she were in contact, it would be detrimental to her plans."
The woman nodded, once. "Very well." She stood, slowly, drawing herself up to her full height in one smooth motion. "I come with word from beyond..."