After we ventured deeper into the bustling base, we found ourselves arriving at a threshold.
The maze of streets and corridors led us to a checkpoint manned by an officer of the Grand Federation, dressed in the official uniform adorned with insignias of authority.
Their face resembled an octopus, and the coiling tentacles made it somewhat impossible to look away. I wondered if the people in charge placed this person here intentionally.
The officer's stern expression and unflinching gaze made it clear that adherence to protocol was paramount, so we straightened our postures and walked in.
Coming to a halt before the officer, I heard it utter in a somewhat gruff tone, "Please, state your business here."
I instantly observed the puzzled look on Kuzon and Aloe's faces as the officer's words were in a language that was unfamiliar to both of them.
'Thankfully, I have a mobile translator with me.' I knew it was up to me to bridge this linguistic divide and convey our purpose.
