Xephalia

A frozen tundra world. A human would say the surface looks like Terra Firma's Antarctica. Highly aggressive predatory beasts roam this frozen wasteland, desperately searching for food perhaps buried in the snow.   Suddenly, a land speeder goes whizzing by. It moved so fast that the beasts barely have time to comprehend what it was. The land speeder, about the size of a motorcycle, floats over the ice and snow. Its pilot is dressed in all black, her face covered by a black helmet that has a strong resemblance to a Fennec fox with folded back ears. She appears to be flying straight at a nearby mountain range at break-neck speeds. Just as it appears she is about to crash into the side of the sheer cliff, the rock face moves, being opened by metallic hinges three times as thick as the pilot's body. She parks her speeder and starts dumping out her cargo: the meat and blubber of those beasts.   "You sure took your time, Evar," says a stout, little vulpine man as the pilot takes off her helmet, revealing her cream colored fur and burning grass green eyes. "Those brutes actually tried to fight back, this time. Had me surrounded at one point," she said with indifference, "Nothing I couldn't handle, of course."   "Of course," agreed the older one, "Anyway, Lucas Penneshka wants to speak with you. Something about a government funded project that he thinks would suit you?"   "Alright. Thanks Roshef," Evar said with a slight tinge of friendliness before getting off her speeder, leaving her helmet on it. She then turned and began walking through the bustling, subterranean city towards the bullet train station.   Welcome to Xephalia, home and capital of the Holy Igarian Empire.