Below them lay a hangar bay the size of a major city. Rows upon rows of predatory starships sat in their docking cradles, attended to by swarms of floating maintenance drones and teams of mechanics from a dozen different races.
"Welcome to the Vanguard Hangar," Greg said, his voice echoing slightly in the vast space as he leaned over the railing. "This is where the Diamond League keeps its toys. As you can see, there's a lot of hardware here so we can't go check each one individually, unless you'd like us to be here forever. So, I'll give you the breakdown of the three main combat classes available to hunters. You pick your poison."
He tapped his wrist, projecting a large, rotating holographic display into the air between them. It showed three distinct silhouettes.
