As the commotion filled the grand hall of the Orion Palace, a sudden hush fell over the guests as they witnessed a sight that sent chills down their spines. The magnificent hall emptied in a frenzy as beings from all corners of the galaxy hurriedly made their way outside.
Outside the hall, the atmosphere was charged with panic and confusion. The guests, still in a state of shock, looked around anxiously, searching for safety. Their eyes widened as they saw a colossal approaching them—a Drakonian.
Whispers of alarm and trepidation spread like wildfire as news of the approaching Drakonian reached the ears of the attendees. Panic gripped the hearts of many while others braced themselves for the impending danger.
"I've heard stories about Drakonians. They are fearsome creatures," a trembling voice exclaimed, its owner scanning the surroundings anxiously. "We need to find shelter!"
"I can't believe this is happening. How did a Drakonian breach our defences?" another voice questioned, a mix of fear and confusion evident in their tone. "Where are the Orions? Why aren't they doing anything?"
Amidst the rising fear, a ripple of excitement cut through the tension like a ray of hope. Some brave and adrenaline-fueled individuals saw the imminent threat as an opportunity to prove their mettle.
"This is our chance to show our strength! Let's rally together and face the Drakonian head-on!" a determined voice shouted, its words emboldening those nearby. "We won't let it wreak havoc without a fight!"
Just when despair seemed to settle upon the crowd, a figure dressed in elegant black formal attire, adorned with a mysterious black mask, leapt down from the Drakonian's back. His movements were swift and graceful, commanding attention as he landed on the ground with an air of confidence around him.
And then, to their astonishment, the Drakonian landed gracefully beside him, its massive form dwarfing the surrounding guests. The creature's eyes gleamed with familiarity and affection as it wiggled its tail, causing awe and fear among the attendees.
But there was something more. A stunning woman emerged from atop its mighty back, her flowing red dress billowing like flames. She wore a matching red mask, lending an air of mystery to her striking presence.
The masked man gracefully offered his hand, assisting the lady in red as she descended from the Drakonian's back. They stood side by side, emanating an aura of power and authority that held the crowd captive.
Whispers spread like wildfire among the onlookers, connecting the dots and realizing the truth. Gasps and murmurs of realization filled the air.
"Wait, isn't that... Reaper and Bella?"
"They are the guests of honour?"
"The renowned Ghost mercenary leader and his co-leader?"
The revelation sent shockwaves through the crowd, and a mixture of awe, admiration, and curiosity replaced the initial fear. All eyes remained fixed on the couple, captivated by their presence and the unexpected turn of events.
As the guests' gaze shifted, they noticed a luxurious spaceship descending from the heavens, its sleek design and impeccable craftsmanship a testament to its owner's prestige.
The rest of the man's and woman's allies emerged from the vessel, donning garments that mirrored their leaders' elegance, yet each in shades of red and black that signified their unity.
The atmosphere shifted from panic to a mixture of excitement and curiosity. Though still in awe of the Drakonian's imposing presence, the attendees now greatly appreciated the power couple and their entourage.
The room fell into a hushed silence as the guests awaited the next turn of events, their eyes fixed on Reaper and Bella, the Ghosts who had captured their attention and imagination.
Any complaints they might have had about the Ghosts disappeared instantly. Moreover, those planning to embarrass them now hid their faces.
If Reaper could tame a beast like a Drakonian, did they even have a chance to mess with him? If they tried anything funny, the Drakonian would burn them to a crisp, and even if it did not, the masked people surrounding the couple certainly would.
The royal party had taken an unexpected twist, transforming into a spectacle none could have anticipated, and the guests held their breath in anticipation of what would unfold next.
As the crowd stood in awe of Reaper and Bella, their attention shifted to a figure approaching from the distance. It was the Emperor's most trusted minister, known for his unwavering loyalty and sharp wit.
He clapped his hands enthusiastically as he made his way towards the couple, his charismatic presence commanding the attention of all.
"Bravo! Bravo!" the minister exclaimed, his voice resonating with genuine admiration. "What a grand entrance, our esteemed Ghosts! The galaxy has been abuzz with your legendary exploits, and today, you have surpassed all expectations!"
The attendees watched in fascination as the minister continued his approach, clapping and applauding the Ghosts' arrival. His words carried a weight of authority and genuine appreciation, adding to the spectacle that had unfolded before them.
Reaper and Bella stood tall and composed, their eyes fixed on the minister as he neared them. And then, in perfect unison, the Ghosts executed a formal Orion salute, their movements precise and in sync.
A display of discipline and respect left the crowd in awe, as it took years to learn the correct way to do the salute and even more to master it. But the Ghosts made it seem like child's play.
The minister beamed with pride, his clapping momentarily ceasing to address the Ghosts.
"Ah, Reaper, Bella, I must say, your skills and dedication are a testament to your remarkable prowess. The Empire is honoured to have you as allies."
Reaper's masked face turned towards the minister, his eyes reflecting gratitude.
"Thank you, Minister," he said, his voice commanding yet filled with appreciation. "We are truly grateful for the Empire's support and the opportunities it has provided us. Our challenges would have been unconquerable without the Empire's assistance and the Emperor's watchful eye."
"You have brought honour to our Empire, Reaper. Your accomplishments have inspired us all. Today's festivities are a small token of our gratitude for your service and valour." The minister nodded, his expression filled with admiration and pride. "Please, come inside. The Emperor's waiting for your arrival."
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