Adept Ralphael PalmatusAdept Ralphael Palmatus stepped off the crew ramp of his shuttle andsquinted in the harsh glare of evening sunlight. The air was hot andstagnant, not a breath of wind stirred and he could feel sweatprickling on his brow. A shadow fell across him as the giant figure ofcaptain Taelos of the Imperial fists joined him on the ladingplatform. The captain seemed untroubled by the heat; despite the heavyarmour and ceremonial fur cape he wore. Their shuttle sat atop animmensely tall structure and Palmatus could see for miles in alldirections across the Stal City. Unlike most imperial cities, this waselegant and very open. Gleaming towers of marble, white steel andglass soared majestically, interconnected by airy walkways attranslucent bridges that seemed to defy the natural laws of gravity.He could see dozens of long rail-bound grav-trains snaking their waysoundlessly through the city, crossing and intersecting in a gracefulballet, stopping briefly every now and then at various structuresbefore moving off again.
A section of wall across the platform irised open, a robed figureemerging into the sunlight to meet them. Palmatus kept his faceexpressionless as he saw that the figure was not Stal, but human. Theman was powerfully built, though nowhere near as formidable as Taelos.His skin was deeply tanned and lined, the texture of old leather andhis eyes sparkled with wry amusement. He raised a hand in greeting andPalmatus could see the outline of a faded Imperial Eagle tattooed onhis forearm.
“Greetings. My name is Harmon Delphi and I welcome you to T’olku,”said the man Palmatus did not respond to this unable to hide thedispleasure arising on his face. The tattoo on Delphi’s arm marked himas a soldier of the Emperor’s army and, in the Imperial eyes adeserter and a traitor.
“I see that you are some what displeased by my position,” said Delphi