A heavily modulated voice came through Leo's comms system. "You are approaching the restricted airspace of a High-Tier designation zone. State your identity and your purpose for approaching immediately."
Leo took a deep breath, looking at the massive battle ships cast over his small craft.
Although the mother ship he had bought for his war against the Lionel Family was also state of the art, but compared to the one possessed by Vitrean was leagues apart.
Their weapon systems were visibly active, practically telling him that they were ready to blow him apart if he didn't answer them, or tried to force his way through.
This was the first real test of his absurd surplus of fake IDs.
He glanced at his console, where he had already queued up one of the eleven profiles. He had deliberately chosen the most unremarkable one of the bunch, a human-adjacent race with no striking features, tied to a perfectly mundane background.
