Francis, the cat-kin representative of the Eyrnodro Empire, stepped forward, a sly but proud glint in his eyes.
"You need not worry about security on my end, Lord Kameshiki," Francis said, his voice carrying the rhythmic purr of his feline heritage. "I cannot speak for the others, but I give you my word: no leak will come from my ranks. My forces have been on the move for over a month—since the very day we forged this alliance."
He patted his chest with a heavy, resonant thud, his pride as a beastkin commander evident in his posture.
"To the rest of the galaxy, my ships are merely on a routine expedition, gathering resources from the undeveloped, outer-rim regions. They are hidden in plain sight, masquerading as simple miners and scouts. By the time they arrive here, they will be fully armed and ready for the kill, and no one will be the wiser."
