Noctisardor Bypass i could go off the deep end

He had decided to take up a duty that was foreign to him. Patrolling. As it happened there was no one that needed (or so it seemed) medical attention and so his preferred craft was on the back-burner. That being said he didn't particularly fancy the idea of being useless in the interim. He had made it clear he would be doing his best to assimilate and become one of the Legionairies when he met Spook. Nothing had changed despite he had been more quiet. 

 His eyes pressed to the distance with curiosity as a white figure (familiar though unknown) appeared to pick up speed and hurl himself to the borders. In the distance was the foreigner that tempted fate by ushering so close. A frown deepened on Soleon's face and his ears tilted against his head. There was, hopefully, no need for violence, but he was completely prepared to clean up the mess if the need should arise. 

 He caught the tail end of the female's words and he shook his head, "You probably shouldn't wander to our lands and dictate who's the fool and who isn't," Soleon stared at her with almost indifference, "But that's just a suggestion," He remained standing and with his head lowered. There was no reason for her to be so disrespectful, but she had already set the tone for this meeting.