The trio had disguised themselves artfully as members of the Resistance. They were similarly kitted out in standard issue chameleon suits.
Emily drew an aperture and led them through to a shuttleport. It was night and the shuttles loomed like giants in the dim light.
"What is your business?" A uniformed guard armed with a laser scythe and an icesword approached them. He spoke rapidly in a melodic language with specific rise and falls, but Jasper, having been to Earth 22, had no difficulty understanding him.
"We're waiting for the Black Ambition to land," Jasper replied gibly. "We are Hammidal's new bodyguards. What's that behind you?"
"Eh?" The guard turned his head.