As the shuttle touched down on the metallic surface of Telarion Prime's grand palace landing pad, Caden, impersonating his alternate self, exited the vessel with Aeliana still feigning unconsciousness over his shoulder. The guards stationed around the landing pad snapped to attention, offering salutes that were rigid and mechanical.
Caden's voice, cold and commanding, broke the silence. "Escort me to the holding cells," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for question. "And inform Lord Solan that his... plaything has been returned."
The guards, their faces masks of stoic professionalism, nodded in acknowledgment. Two of them stepped forward, falling into step behind Caden as he marched towards the palace's interior, their boots echoing against the metallic floor.
