Empire 8: Arkhive Banquet

[Volthawk]

<Getting into the conquest talk, pre-bomb I suppose>

Scorcha had been aware of the risk of being overheard, of course, but she'd dismissed it - after all, if someone from another country in the Elect overheard the Dhaoine's plans, that just saved her the effort of having to explain herself again. When it came to this matter, if nothing else, she was being direct and forthright. The fact that it was one of the Kanites that was doing the eavesdropping made life particularly easier, given the proximity between their two countries. With that in mind, she takes Sladkor's lack of pleasantries just fine, smiling and nodding as he interjects himself into the conversation.

"The Reserve is what it is, Ambassador, and land is land. Those that can handle it in the Reserve will remain, and those looking for a change can live elsewhere. Either way, the extra territory will allow both groups to reach greater prosperity, and so it goes." She pauses, listening to the words he has about Greater Alfheim, noting his words abotu mercenary work and the former Kanite state with interest. "Ah yes, that reminds me. While we're here, telling each other what our respective states want...it seems like it's your turn, Ambassador. Now that the Kanites have been given this second lease on life through the Empire, what are your people's intentions now, when it comes to military and political affairs that you aren't being paid to do? Both in Zabava and abroad, I suppose."

<wine talk>

Scorcha grins and gestures in the direction of the sealga she gave the wine to. "You can see there that my people share my feelings about your products, and there lies a way that we can work together. You see, my people, the Dhaoine...life on the Reserve is good, yes, but it also tough at times. The same is true anywhere else, of course, but in the Reserve, when you take that and combine our new awareness of the wider world...they grow hungry for, well, more. And this wine of yours...that is more. I believe that, should you allow it, your vineyards will find plenty of custom among the Dhaoine. And once we have those economic ties, well..." She gives a small shrug. "I expect that we shall grow closer in other ways as well."

<Bomb finale>

The heckling sealga takes the Khylokians' comments in stride, laughing it off and responding in kind. "If your idea of technological advancement is just making a bigger bomb, then how the hell are we lacking in understanding? Where's the skill, the finesse, the style in just dropping a thing like that in front of someone? Bah, I bet you idiots couldn't last five seconds somewhere where you have to actually be smart to survive." Still, seeing that the show is coming to a close, the bomb/drive is being dealt with, and the Khylokians are buggering off to eat, the sealga returns his focus to his hangers on, finishing off the rest of the Caipe Ushere and cracking a few jokes with them at the Khylokians' expense.

[Feathersnow]

”To the rest of our colleagues across the Empire, we greet you and humbly offer our advances in the mastery of life itself. We welcome this exchange of knowledge. To that point—while I respect the capabilities of your Hammer..” She paused briefly to look at the Herald. ”Perhaps we should leave the transport of a highly volatile device to manual labor. One headache or sneeze, and this exchange may end abruptly if the core is ruptured. With no disrespect, merely a desire not to be atomized.”

The Hammer bit back a retort about how, having no lungs, she didn't sneeze when she realized that, firstly, that said nothing about headaches, and, second, she would look like an fool if she presses the issue.

[moossabi]

The un-bombening
As the High Lord moves forward to deal with the crisis, Hekla makes an abrupt turn away with her wheelchair to regroup with her younger brother. The situation seemed under control, but if things took a turn for the worse they could make it to the jet and be in the air within a couple minutes. If there wasn't some kind of countdown... it wouldn't make much of a difference anyways. Gripping the chair arm tightly, she scans around to see where Hinrik could have gone...

The Great Arkhival Dragonbreak

Spoiler: The first half of Corona's discourse, had to have arrived after the bomb-induced lull

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Ambassador Sladkor happens to hear an interesting conversation going on. Well, "happens to": he walked around and eavesdropped on numerous conversations until he heard this one, minimising his presence by appearing like an old man in fine but drab beige and brown clothing (very muted against the orange skin of a Kanite) with nothing important to say.

He doesn't bother with pleasantries, having said and heard enough of them here to last him the whole life, just giving Scorcha and Hinrik a smile as if he were a good friend joining the conversation.
"Indeed, that place is the southern tip of Zabava. I was there once and did not find it a particularly desirable place to live - the locals write too few books and paint too few pictures and this old man fancies himself a connoisseur of art, haha. But I suppose if you're willing to make such a colossal effort to move there, then all those rumors about the Reserve's dangers must have been true."

Spoiler: Reply di Volthawk

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Scorcha had been aware of the risk of being overheard, of course, but she'd dismissed it - after all, if someone from another country in the Elect overheard the Dhaoine's plans, that just saved her the effort of having to explain herself again. When it came to this matter, if nothing else, she was being direct and forthright. The fact that it was one of the Kanites that was doing the eavesdropping made life particularly easier, given the proximity between their two countries. With that in mind, she takes Sladkor's lack of pleasantries just fine, smiling and nodding as he interjects himself into the conversation.

"The Reserve is what it is, Ambassador, and land is land. Those that can handle it in the Reserve will remain, and those looking for a change can live elsewhere. Either way, the extra territory will allow both groups to reach greater prosperity, and so it goes." She pauses, listening to the words he has about Greater Alfheim, noting his words abotu mercenary work and the former Kanite state with interest. "Ah yes, that reminds me. While we're here, telling each other what our respective states want...it seems like it's your turn, Ambassador. Now that the Kanites have been given this second lease on life through the Empire, what are your people's intentions now, when it comes to military and political affairs that you aren't being paid to do? Both in Zabava and abroad, I suppose."

As the Kanite ambassador steps into the conversational vacuum left by the fusion reactor's interruption, Hinrik can only offer a bewildered stare before shaking his head and pushing his way past the new duo with a curt "Pardon me..." He similarly attempts to spot his sibling amidst the mostly-frenzied crowd while skirting his way around the room to the main entrance; as luck would have it, the two bump into each other some distance to the rear and side of the confrontation between the foreign madmen and the officials. As Hekla moves to speak, the brother interjects, usually-positive expression marred by a mix of bewilderment and contempt. "There's no time, we must make haste-"

Reaching out from her lower vantage point, Hekla's surprisingly strong grip halts Hinrik in his tracks as the two turn to face the now-resolving crisis. Eyes narrowed, the elder sister hisses an aside to her brother. "That High Lord and his Court have much to answer for..."

Hinrik snorts, launching into a muted tirade. "Their kind is all of the same cloth. The Queen was a fool to allow them entry, we should leave at once-"

"No." Hekla leverages her grip to wrench Hinrik back to the other side of her chair, the younger man nearly stumbling and gritting his teeth. Gaze intense, she lowers her tone as her chair wheels towards him. "Coming here was your idea. You knew the risks-"

"-I knew the risks of engaging with our fellow Sansarites, these vermin were not part of the picture-"

"-And now you can use them as a threat to ally against! Think, brother!" In spite of her aggressive tone, her face remains one of mild annoyance, exercising complete authority over the man currently standing over her, awkwardly averting his gaze. "Get back there and get to work."

Hinrik's mouth lies agape for but a second, after which he sighs and sets back into the fray without another word. Each step reconstructs another portion of his upbeat, friendly demeanor, and by the time anyone can actually make out his expression he appears right as rain. Hekla, meanwhile, sighs and straightens out the blanket in her lap before departing to seek a less familiar conversation.

Now back to your Regularly Scheduled Program

Spoiler: The second half of Corona's discourse

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Sladkor pauses and addresses the elf. "This Greater Alfheim thing- I can say the White Pawns and the other states of Kan have no direct objections to this scheme, and I have to note that for our mercenaries, it would be a great honor to serve in your conquests." He furrows his brow, choosing his words carefully. "Surely you know the history of your own land well, Prince, being older than most of us here. But have you ever read a modern history of Kan? Two centuries ago, some hailed the coming of a Kanite state stretching in all directions towards the seashore. Now, most Kanites hesistate to even mention these times. There are a lot of interesting stories like that." He waves his hand in a noncommittal gesture to lighten his point.

On cue, the representative of the Pawns begins to address Hinrik as he returns. The elf listens politely, smiling and nodding throughout the pitch. "Though it would please me greatly to work alongside your people in this endeavor, I ultimately hold little authority over our military. I shall present the idea to the Chancellor upon my return." As the conversation turns to history, Sladkor receives a brief look of confusion followed by a dawning understanding. "Ah, apologies, there must have been a misinterpretation. 'Alfheim' has never before been a coherent historical entity, simply a denotive term for lands inhabited by various elven cultures and states. For us, there is nothing to restore; we are at the apex of our power and poised to surpass it a hundred times over." He takes a few breaths, regathering his focus after the pan-nationalist spiel. "Of course, diverse histories are no reason for our aspirations to go unshared. I wish you great luck in the reconquest of your former realm!"

[Frostwander]

Following the easing of tensions and the apparent disarming of any immediate threat, the Queen Chalise gives a small applause following Queen Constance's assurance speech. She smiles with a hint of genuine mirth to those nearby. "Well. That was brisk, wasn't it?" She excuses herself for a few minutes to speak to her assembled functionaries. Several of them are still quite visibly shaken, and are sent back to their ship to recover. For those who intuit the subtext, it is doubtful they will be assigned to work with the Usheret monarch again. For the remainder, it was time to get back to the work of establishing social connections and negotiating preliminary deals.

One such intended connection found the queen in black approaching the remaining representative of Caipe Ushere's southern neighbors, Sirona Fiach. "We had hoped to bring our salutations directly to Sovereign Protector Oirbsiu. We request that you convey them to him, along with our continued wishes for peaceful interactions and economic cooperation. In particular, we have a few details regarding some desires to purchase more of your famed metal exports, that we can easily discuss at your convenience.

"At present, we are also interested in your current status, and curious regarding your opinions of this event in particular. Both generally, as well as the more stimulating circumstances."

Separately...

Scorcha grins and gestures in the direction of the sealga she gave the wine to. "You can see there that my people share my feelings about your products, and there lies a way that we can work together. You see, my people, the Dhaoine...life on the Reserve is good, yes, but it also tough at times. The same is true anywhere else, of course, but in the Reserve, when you take that and combine our new awareness of the wider world...they grow hungry for, well, more. And this wine of yours...that is more. I believe that, should you allow it, your vineyards will find plenty of custom among the Dhaoine. And once we have those economic ties, well..." She gives a small shrug. "I expect that we shall grow closer in other ways as well."

"We would be glad to discuss setting up exports and exchanges with the Dhaoine. Caipe Ushere has some measure of fame in its natural and crafted sights and culture, and many travel to visit for relaxation, education, and entertainment as well. We would be proud to be included in your people's exploration of the wider world." She waves forward one of the functionaries with a digitablet. "Petris here can provide you some details, if you are interested in organizing some international transit lines between our ports."

[bc56]

Late to the Party

The spaceship is a sturdy vessel of durable construction, but even so it is not immune to malfunction.
After a delay due to asteroid collision, the blocky, angular ship arrives some time late to the start of the banquet.

Ground control is, of course, contacted.
"A bomb!? If I'd known it was that sort of party, I'd have brought some of my own!" The response is accompanied by a deep-throated guffaw. The dwarven representative is hardly frightened by the prospect of explosions. In fact, he may well be the sort more pleased to be causing them.

With that out of the way, the ship lands and a small group of dwarves emerges. Clearly unused to the high gravity of Sansar (or maybe already somewhat drunk), they stumble into the conference. Their leader, wrinkled and white-bearded, goggles upon his forehead, takes furious notes in a messy scrawl upon his datapad.
"Quite a damp environment here. Should rustproof gear for future expeditions. Train specialists in maneuvering in gravity wells, yes." he mutters to himself, observing the area with interest.
The other dwarves follow behind, lightly armed and armored, looking more like miners than soldiers. They're scarred, and their carbide-edged pickaxes, although hanging at hips and slung across backs, are clearly more than capable of busting skulls as well as rocks.

[JBarca]

As they eat, the last of the extra mass seems to melt off the Khylokians as they allow their sanguimancy to fade. Where possible, they sit uncomfortably to take the stress off their joints - gravity was a mistake.

Spoiler: EMP; 'What, is KRB stupid?'

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With the apparent threat of the bomb passed, Nasir relaxes almost imperceptibly. He nods to his grandchildren, who immediately slink away, slouches re-deployed.

He approaches the Khylokian delegation at the food tables, unruffled, and plucks out a small something from among the remaining dishes as he approaches Omnuud khosee-Huel.

"My greetings to you, Omnuud khosee-Huel. I am High Lord Nasir. I was wondering if you might indulge an old man some curiosity. My colleague the High Lady Anathe is undoubtedly better informed, stationed as she is in your native Mekhala, but I have read only a little of your people. Is it true that you have no self-preservation? It seems an odd trait, the likes of which I have hardly encountered at the scale of a whole people before."

The Khylokian smiles. "That's right. We care not a lick about our own lives. Utterly fearless, completely loyal to the Reign of Blood, and dedicated to our tribes. My late father killed a Dwarf by dragging her into the void for the shrikes! They both died near instantly, and he did it with a grin on his face. The fact that you dirt-bounds have so much concern for your own safety is the strange thing! How can you exist as a society if your people look out for themselves first?"

Spoiler: TEA; Tough Crowd

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To Omnuud khosee-Huel, the Navarch turns and folds her arms. A couple of her legs tap against the floor in agitation as she considers her words. ”It is by the grace of this being a Library that you do not find out just how full of self-preservation I am.”

“While I find humor in your arrogance, the ArkHive appears to be smaller than most viable aerostats. To destroy such a habitat on the whim of a joke would invite wholesale eradication in retribution where I am from. In other words… know your audience.” She seems to not invite any further discourse on the morality of such an action, merely the consequences of it.

Omnuud khosee-Huel cannot help but laugh. "Retribution? Ha! What, you plan to fly from your gas planet all the way to the edge of the empire, to our home, and destroy us there, in the void? I don't think so! The Reign would survive it, like it always does. We say, 'From the void, death.' Nothing from a dirtball or gascloud threatens us. You said it yourself. Your warriors would be too concerned with their own lives. Khylokians will die by the hundred to protect their home, and be happy for it!"

She laughs again, shaking her head. "'Wholesale eradication...' That's good. You planetsiders are funny, I'll give you that."

Spoiler: ELD; Brains over Bomb

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The heckling sealga takes the Khylokians' comments in stride, laughing it off and responding in kind. "If your idea of technological advancement is just making a bigger bomb, then how the hell are we lacking in understanding? Where's the skill, the finesse, the style in just dropping a thing like that in front of someone? Bah, I bet you idiots couldn't last five seconds somewhere where you have to actually be smart to survive." Still, seeing that the show is coming to a close, the bomb/drive is being dealt with, and the Khylokians are buggering off to eat, the sealga returns his focus to his hangers on, finishing off the rest of the Caipe Ushere and cracking a few jokes with them at the Khylokians' expense.

Omnuud khosee-Huel grins, enjoying herself. "I notice you aren't carrying any bombs, mudskipper. If you don't know how they work, you can just say so. And I see your 'finesse' and raise you 'surviving in the void itself with nothing but a small rock to cling to.'"

A couple of rude gestures from the Omnuud and her warriors later, the sealga is mostly forgotten in favor of watching the Queen of the Arkhive with an eye that is perhaps a bit too keenly interested and a sly smile a bit too self-satisfied as she promises unity and collaboration in the face of outside threats.

[Lumaeus]

”To the rest of our colleagues across the Empire, we greet you and humbly offer our advances in the mastery of life itself. We welcome this exchange of knowledge. To that point—while I respect the capabilities of your Hammer..” She paused briefly to look at the Herald. ”Perhaps we should leave the transport of a highly volatile device to manual labor. One headache or sneeze, and this exchange may end abruptly if the core is ruptured. With no disrespect, merely a desire not to be atomized.”

The Hammer bit back a retort about how, having no lungs, she didn't sneeze when she realized that, firstly, that said nothing about headaches, and, second, she would look like an fool if she presses the issue.

The Queen has returned to a diplomat's dance, weaving from party to party to get things back on track. On her way towards the arriving dwarves, she near pirouettes as she addresses the enthusiastic offworlders.

"I am no doubt certain that all here are cognizant of the magnaminity shown by all parties in the grace they have shown one another in this difficult time. You might well be surprised by the famed control of the Glix--but we doubt your care no more than we do theirs. That you vie for this burden does both of your people credit, and this honor earned will be recalled by all present."

Late to the Party

The spaceship is a sturdy vessel of durable construction, but even so it is not immune to malfunction.
After a delay due to asteroid collision, the blocky, angular ship arrives some time late to the start of the banquet.

Ground control is, of course, contacted.
"A bomb!? If I'd known it was that sort of party, I'd have brought some of my own!" The response is accompanied by a deep-throated guffaw. The dwarven representative is hardly frightened by the prospect of explosions. In fact, he may well be the sort more pleased to be causing them.

With that out of the way, the ship lands and a small group of dwarves emerges. Clearly unused to the high gravity of Sansar (or maybe already somewhat drunk), they stumble into the conference. Their leader, wrinkled and white-bearded, goggles upon his forehead, takes furious notes in a messy scrawl upon his datapad.
"Quite a damp environment here. Should rustproof gear for future expeditions. Train specialists in maneuvering in gravity wells, yes." he mutters to himself, observing the area with interest.
The other dwarves follow behind, lightly armed and armored, looking more like miners than soldiers. They're scarred, and their carbide-edged pickaxes, although hanging at hips and slung across backs, are clearly more than capable of busting skulls as well as rocks.

"From the furthest reaches of the Empire--or, perhaps to our furthest reaches--your delegation is a truly wonderful sight. We hope the excitement at hand doesn't weight your expectations too heavily towards excitement. This is, after all, an Arkhive, and we greet you with and can offer only peace. Can I see to it that anything be brought for you? If it is not too forward, I overheard some of your concerns about moisture--we have methods of applying hydrophobic wax that work well for our purposes. We'd be happy to share with you both our research and supplies." The Queen smiles. "And much other research besides. The, erm, engine currently being removed to a more remote research station is the most immediately impressive, but there are innovations from all parts of the Empire on hand.

The Khylokian smiles. "That's right. We care not a lick about our own lives. Utterly fearless, completely loyal to the Reign of Blood, and dedicated to our tribes. My late father killed a Dwarf by dragging her into the void for the shrikes! They both died near instantly, and he did it with a grin on his face. The fact that you dirt-bounds have so much concern for your own safety is the strange thing! How can you exist as a society if your people look out for themselves first?"
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A couple of rude gestures from the Omnuud and her warriors later, the sealga is mostly forgotten in favor of watching the Queen of the Arkhive with an eye that is perhaps a bit too keenly interested as she promises unity and collaboration in the face of outside threats.

Constance whirls onto the scene. "I trust that both our Imperial guests and our Mekhalan dignitaries both speak from a place of honest curiosity and intercultural wonder. We are all friends here, I do so hope." She gives an apologetic look to the High Lord as she leans towards the Khylokians, not lowering her voice but still apologizing for initiating a private conversation in front of him. "Your people have a wisdom even mine struggle to find, even as we watch it fly around us every day. Self-sacrifice for one's own civilization is the work of a higher class of creature, like the very bees who teach us our philosophies and order our society. When the time comes, which we fear it inevitably must, that the outside threats come, we hope sincerely to be able to count the Khylokians as part of our number, that we might learn from you and our peoples survive as yours always do."

[Silent_Interim]

The Khylokian smiles. "That's right. We care not a lick about our own lives. Utterly fearless, completely loyal to the Reign of Blood, and dedicated to our tribes. My late father killed a Dwarf by dragging her into the void for the shrikes! They both died near instantly, and he did it with a grin on his face. The fact that you dirt-bounds have so much concern for your own safety is the strange thing! How can you exist as a society if your people look out for themselves first?"

Constance whirls onto the scene. "I trust that both our Imperial guests and our Mekhalan dignitaries both speak from a place of honest curiosity and intercultural wonder. We are all friends here, I do so hope." She gives an apologetic look to the High Lord as she leans towards the Khylokians, not lowering her voice but still apologizing for initiating a private conversation in front of him. "Your people have a wisdom even mine struggle to find, even as we watch it fly around us every day. Self-sacrifice for one's own civilization is the work of a higher class of creature, like the very bees who teach us our philosophies and order our society. When the time comes, which we fear it inevitably must, that the outside threats come, we hope sincerely to be able to count the Khylokians as part of our number, that we might learn from you and our peoples survive as yours always do."

The High Lord raises his hands in a placating gesture. "I meant no offense, and received none. And to answer your question, Omnuud, we do not look out for ourselves first. If my Emperor asked of me my death, I would walk to it with a smile on my lips and a song in my heart. But until or unless such a day comes, I believe I serve my Emperor best by living. There is honor in self-sacrifice, but there is honor in a life of service as well. Do you truly think it so shameful or strange to have a preference?"

[Stygian]

Spoiler: TEA; Tough Crowd

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Omnuud khosee-Huel cannot help but laugh. "Retribution? Ha! What, you plan to fly from your gas planet all the way to the edge of the empire, to our home, and destroy us there, in the void? I don't think so! The Reign would survive it, like it always does. We say, 'From the void, death.' Nothing from a dirtball or gascloud threatens us. You said it yourself. Your warriors would be too concerned with their own lives. Khylokians will die by the hundred to protect their home, and be happy for it!"

She laughs again, shaking her head. "'Wholesale eradication...' That's good. You planetsiders are funny, I'll give you that."

Where the Khylokians may have expected an outburst, Navarch Tuahine's expression falls into one of disappointment at the diatribe. "It must be lonely, screaming into the void for attention as you fight for relevance. No wonder you deigned to come planetside. But, the amount of drivel coming from your lips speaks to your fear. Unbecoming for a death cult." She nods--mostly to herself, and turns her attention away toward the Queen's presence. There was no reason to pay further heed to a brown dwarf among brighter stars.

Spoiler: A Bureaucratic Dance Macabre

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The Queen has returned to a diplomat's dance, weaving from party to party to get things back on track. On her way towards the arriving dwarves, she near pirouettes as she addresses the enthusiastic offworlders.

"I am no doubt certain that all here are cognizant of the magnaminity shown by all parties in the grace they have shown one another in this difficult time. You might well be surprised by the famed control of the Glix--but we doubt your care no more than we do theirs. That you vie for this burden does both of your people credit, and this honor earned will be recalled by all present."



"From the furthest reaches of the Empire--or, perhaps to our furthest reaches--your delegation is a truly wonderful sight. We hope the excitement at hand doesn't weight your expectations too heavily towards excitement. This is, after all, an Arkhive, and we greet you with and can offer only peace. Can I see to it that anything be brought for you? If it is not too forward, I overheard some of your concerns about moisture--we have methods of applying hydrophobic wax that work well for our purposes. We'd be happy to share with you both our research and supplies." The Queen smiles. "And much other research besides. The, erm, engine currently being removed to a more remote research station is the most immediately impressive, but there are innovations from all parts of the Empire on hand.



Constance whirls onto the scene. "I trust that both our Imperial guests and our Mekhalan dignitaries both speak from a place of honest curiosity and intercultural wonder. We are all friends here, I do so hope." She gives an apologetic look to the High Lord as she leans towards the Khylokians, not lowering her voice but still apologizing for initiating a private conversation in front of him. "Your people have a wisdom even mine struggle to find, even as we watch it fly around us every day. Self-sacrifice for one's own civilization is the work of a higher class of creature, like the very bees who teach us our philosophies and order our society. When the time comes, which we fear it inevitably must, that the outside threats come, we hope sincerely to be able to count the Khylokians as part of our number, that we might learn from you and our peoples survive as yours always do."

"It is not that I doubt the prowess of Glix. I simply think it is an order of magnitude more than what is required, when a simple solution might be the safest. All honor in dismissing the Khylokian threat should go to the Jy'mar, and I would be a fool to claim anything more. Why fight for glory, when we can simply have the damned thing moved with expedience?" Still, as if realizing that perhaps she may have slighted The Hammer in this matter, she folds an arm over her chest, fist curled inward toward her breastbone in what could be surmised as a formal show of respect.

"As I said. We welcome proper relations with the other Elect. There is much we can learn, and much our bio-engineers would be pleased to share. We can offer rudimentary lessons in genetic therapy and removal of unwanted mutations. Any scientists or doctors among you are more than welcome to start an externship where we can assist you in tailoring these base principles to the unique biological aspects of your peoples."

[Elemental]

A Hive functionary hurries over. "A true honor to have you here, the Queen apologizes and wishes she could be present but is currently called on by a pressing concern, may I suggest we retire to, erm, out?" Their plastered smile and apologetic tone are fried with panic.

The Assistant Minister nodded and turned around to leave with the Hive functionary. She waits until they're both out of sight before she says anything, her voice low and on the verge of a growl.

"What the hell are you people playing at? I know that academic types can be a bit out of touch, but this smacks of wilful disregard for the safety of your guests. Today it was a fusion bomb, next time it could be assassins, if there even is a next time!" she said, her voice carrying an undercurrent of repressed fury, "Do not be mistaken, the First Minister will hear of your carelessness. Until such time as you actually possess event security I do not believe we will be sending any more delegates in person."

She takes a moment to calm herself down, breathing in deeply and muttering something in Ishtahn that translates to 'this person's just working here, don't be like her'. She bows politely, "Forgive me, I did not expect to face death today and I should not have taken out my frustrations on you. Here..." she hands the sealed briefcase to the functionary, "This is a gift for your Queen. You may inspect it, the code is printed on the lock."

If the functionary takes the briefcase they will find that it is much much heavier than it looks based on its size and should they open it they will see that inside are a hundred and twenty labelled crystal vials, each containing seeds.

[DKArthas]

"We had hoped to bring our salutations directly to Sovereign Protector Oirbsiu. We request that you convey them to him, along with our continued wishes for peaceful interactions and economic cooperation. In particular, we have a few details regarding some desires to purchase more of your famed metal exports, that we can easily discuss at your convenience.

"At present, we are also interested in your current status, and curious regarding your opinions of this event in particular. Both generally, as well as the more stimulating circumstances."[/SIZE][/FONT]

Serona gave the queen a well practiced smile that did not seem to reach the eyes. “The Republic has always been supportive of peaceful cooperation and commerce between all free people whether they be from sansar, badal or beyond, the place of their birth matters little to us, your majesty.” She closed her eyes for a moment in seeming sadness before continuing. “But it is our belief that only through constant vigilance and tireless effort can such things truly flower into something lasting. One can not allow those who only wish to sow chaos to do so freely. The foundation would be tragically flawed from the very beginning.”

Shaking her head as if to banish the terrible thought, she moved on to another more fruitful topic, brightening up .“Of course, I am positive His Radiance would be supportive of a trade agreement that allows merchants and industrialists to act freely across our respective borders alongside perhaps a mutual lowering of tariffs.”

[SerakHawk]

Spoiler: A Tail Measuring Contest

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The Hammer bit back a retort about how, having no lungs, she didn't sneeze when she realized that, firstly, that said nothing about headaches, and, second, she would look like an fool if she presses the issue.

"It is not that I doubt the prowess of Glix. I simply think it is an order of magnitude more than what is required, when a simple solution might be the safest. All honor in dismissing the Khylokian threat should go to the Jy'mar, and I would be a fool to claim anything more. Why fight for glory, when we can simply have the damned thing moved with expedience?" Still, as if realizing that perhaps she may have slighted The Hammer in this matter, she folds an arm over her chest, fist curled inward toward her breastbone in what could be surmised as a formal show of respect.

"As I said. We welcome proper relations with the other Elect. There is much we can learn, and much our bio-engineers would be pleased to share. We can offer rudimentary lessons in genetic therapy and removal of unwanted mutations. Any scientists or doctors among you are more than welcome to start an externship where we can assist you in tailoring these base principles to the unique biological aspects of your peoples."

The Queen has returned to a diplomat's dance, weaving from party to party to get things back on track. On her way towards the arriving dwarves, she near pirouettes as she addresses the enthusiastic offworlders.

"I am no doubt certain that all here are cognizant of the magnaminity shown by all parties in the grace they have shown one another in this difficult time. You might well be surprised by the famed control of the Glix--but we doubt your care no more than we do theirs. That you vie for this burden does both of your people credit, and this honor earned will be recalled by all present."

Claudia grumbles to herself as the other delegates 'debate' on who would have the 'honor' of removing the bomb. Turning to the relevant groups and nodding at the Queen of the Arkhive the Jy'mar Team Lead clears her throat.
"Not to put too crass a point on it - can we stop the tail measuring and all pitch in? This is supposed to be a summit for cooperation - Many paws make light work. The Hammer, this Team Lead would greatly appreciate your aid in ensuring the stability of the device. Navarch Tuahine, if you would lend some of your people to aid in holding the burden of the table and device we can all work together. Lets Away then!"

{Bomb Exits Stage Left}

Spoiler: A Lesson on Sacrifice

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Omnuud khosee-Huel cannot help but laugh. "Retribution? Ha! What, you plan to fly from your gas planet all the way to the edge of the empire, to our home, and destroy us there, in the void? I don't think so! The Reign would survive it, like it always does. We say, 'From the void, death.' Nothing from a dirtball or gascloud threatens us. You said it yourself. Your warriors would be too concerned with their own lives. Khylokians will die by the hundred to protect their home, and be happy for it!"

She laughs again, shaking her head. "'Wholesale eradication...' That's good. You planetsiders are funny, I'll give you that."

Constance whirls onto the scene. "I trust that both our Imperial guests and our Mekhalan dignitaries both speak from a place of honest curiosity and intercultural wonder. We are all friends here, I do so hope." She gives an apologetic look to the High Lord as she leans towards the Khylokians, not lowering her voice but still apologizing for initiating a private conversation in front of him. "Your people have a wisdom even mine struggle to find, even as we watch it fly around us every day. Self-sacrifice for one's own civilization is the work of a higher class of creature, like the very bees who teach us our philosophies and order our society. When the time comes, which we fear it inevitably must, that the outside threats come, we hope sincerely to be able to count the Khylokians as part of our number, that we might learn from you and our peoples survive as yours always do."

The High Lord raises his hands in a placating gesture. "I meant no offense, and received none. And to answer your question, Omnuud, we do not look out for ourselves first. If my Emperor asked of me my death, I would walk to it with a smile on my lips and a song in my heart. But until or unless such a day comes, I believe I serve my Emperor best by living. There is honor in self-sacrifice, but there is honor in a life of service as well. Do you truly think it so shameful or strange to have a preference?"

A small disk containing a single seat hovers over to join the conversation. Illustrated Prime Marcus slipped his protectorate guard detail when Team Lead Claudia reported the all-clear to continue conversations with the delegates at the Banquet.

"Well said High Lord, The Illumined Utopian have much experience in both service and self-sacrifice. All threats in this world are magnified due to our small size so it is expected than for any such threat many of us will die in the protection of Utopian. I can't help but admire the Khylokian's stance on death and sacrifice for one's home, we too share the same determination and drive for protection. Even my arrival here to this banquet is a risk of my life, any number of creatures you consider nuisances are death sentences for my people. There are reasons we travel in such numbers - we expected causalities on this venture and the mass protects the few for the betterment of our people."

Marcus waves toward the Jy'mar scientist now being pulled out of the device, swarmed by a few others outside and embraces as other Jy'mar in white and red jackets shove them off to strip Occam and start treatments. The drama plays out in the background as the whole table the device is on is carted away by multiple parties working together. Marcus smiles and turns back to the Queen of the Arkhive.

"I do think your banquet was a success in cooperation my Queen, and the Khylokian's played their part of this tail. My respect to you Omnuud of the Khylokian for giving the people here a reminder of vigilance."

[Lt-Murgen]

Timey Bubbles, around the bomb. Make me feel happy, fill me with aplomb

The Herald pipes up, voice amplified by an unseen power. "She who is called The Hammer can move it with the power of her mind onto a transport, if the Arkhive would designate which should carry this... gift... to a suitable site for... study." The telekinetic psionic prodigy was reasonably sure they were never in any true danger, but being seem as a hero was a rare opportunity.

Senior Advisor Quinn was about to speak up when the Herald spoke out. Instead, they turned to their companion and spoke quietly. "Let us see how well their 'mind powers' are calibrated". They extended their senses towards the Herald, seeking to understand how their telekinesis functions. It consumed their attention, and they failed to see the small Jy'Mar leap INTO the device.

Sheepishly, after several moments, he paused and regarded Claudia Scipio. He skittered closer, head bowed, knees bent--just above eye level with the Team Lead. ”It is rare that one gets to observe the effects of exposure to intense radiation in real-time. Might I request a copy of your observations? Barring anything the Jy’mar consider to be patented, proprietary, or sensitive. We can certainly assist in repairing any genetic mutation that occurs—likely without the use of a razor on your poor technician.”

That pulled them away. "Dammit! We should have offered our help. We could have been shielding the poor fellow" They told their companion, who responded "But it would have been hard to maintain a mesh-link to the space around them" Quinn nodded gravely. "Still, we must apologize to Illustrated Prime Marcus."

[spoiler=A Tail Measuring Contest]
Claudia grumbles to herself as the other delegates 'debate' on who would have the 'honor' of removing the bomb. Turning to the relevant groups and nodding at the Queen of the Arkhive the Jy'mar Team Lead clears her throat.
"Not to put too crass a point on it - can we stop the tail measuring and all pitch in? This is supposed to be a summit for cooperation - Many paws make light work. The Hammer, this Team Lead would greatly appreciate your aid in ensuring the stability of the device. Navarch Tuahine, if you would lend some of your people to aid in holding the burden of the table and device we can all work together. Lets Away then!"

{Bomb Exits Stage Left}

Senior Advisor Quinn quickly summoned all their companions. Offering their aid, they made contact with the table. As others rushed in, the team quickly ensured proper grounding between the table and the device, pushing away any potential stray electrical source. Another confirmed what the Jy.Mar had said, and began mentally monitoring the internal workings to ensure stability. Quinn themselves altered the air pocket under the table, creating a stable pressure differential that reduced the overall weight by roughly 19.43%. Together, they filed out with the bomb, missing the talk among the Senior Diplomats

Later, to the Jy'mar
Quinn approached Illustrated Prime Marcus once again, after all has calmed down. "Your technician was quite brave. And quite skilled. He? is an honor to your people. I hope he is recovering. UNNCLE apologizes for not being able to assist more readily. He? acted so quickly we couldn't offer our EM shielding Prowess." They sighed regretfully.
But quickly moved on. "And I was informed there was a diplomatic... jousting I missed as well. You should feel assured that a threat we in UNNCLE see a threat to one Badalian Aerostat is a potential threat to all aerostats."

[Feathersnow]

The Hammer signals preparedness...


The Hammer persuades reality that it really doesn't think the Bomb should be on the ground anymore. Reality, being gullible, believes her. She carefully gaslights physics into moving the fusion device as the others guide it.If only people were this easy!

[Kythia]

As soon as the threat had materialised, Coedd had lumbered as fast as it was able to one of the potted plants in the corner of the room and placed its hand on the earth. Such was the intensity of the pheromone release it was probably detectable to those standing nearby, along with the rich green loamy smell of plants growing. It remained in that pose, Padraig hopping nervously next to it, until a good few minutes after the bomb had been handled before straightening abruptly and causing Padraig’s analyser to beep.

“Illustrated Prime Marcus” he said, after a couple of minutes thought and a quick check of the guest list. Another beep, more furrowed brows as he translated and then “It’s the same root as illustration. It’s quite interesting really, you see the Illuminated Utopians…” there is a single short sharp beep from the analyser and he gave an abashed “Of course. I’m sorry”

The two then make their way to stand in Marcus’ eyeline - Coedd motionless, Padraig shifting slightly and fidgeting a little, aware that if his former countrymen of the reserve had seen how quickly he gave ground he would have lost respect in their eyes.

[SerakHawk]

Occurs Following Conversation on Sacrifice

Spoiler: An Aside in Time

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As soon as the threat had materialised, Coedd had lumbered as fast as it was able to one of the potted plants in the corner of the room and placed its hand on the earth. Such was the intensity of the pheromone release it was probably detectable to those standing nearby, along with the rich green loamy smell of plants growing. It remained in that pose, Padraig hopping nervously next to it, until a good few minutes after the bomb had been handled before straightening abruptly and causing Padraig’s analyser to beep.

“Illustrated Prime Marcus” he said, after a couple of minutes thought and a quick check of the guest list. Another beep, more furrowed brows as he translated and then “It’s the same root as illustration. It’s quite interesting really, you see the Illuminated Utopians…” there is a single short sharp beep from the analyser and he gave an abashed “Of course. I’m sorry”

The two then make their way to stand in Marcus’ eyeline - Coedd motionless, Padraig shifting slightly and fidgeting a little, aware that if his former countrymen of the reserve had seen how quickly he gave ground he would have lost respect in their eyes.

Noting the Coedd and Padraig catching his glances Marcus gives them a nod and when freed from other engagements finds his way to Coedd and its 'translator?' Aide. By this time a contingent of Protectorate bodyguards have found the escaped Illustrated Prime and have warily set up a 'perimeter' on the disc Marcus sits on.

"Greetings Coedd, may your leaves grow rich and your roots deep. It is interesting to meet a being that has such fervor directed toward it - we do not have the benefit of deep soil or nourishing rains on Badal so the bushes we cultivate pale in nature to the plants of Sansar. This meeting was most advantageous for many different people to mingle and meet - but it looked like you had something specific to broach with the Illumined Utopian?"

[Corona]

Spoiler: ELD: whatchu gonna do

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Scorcha had been aware of the risk of being overheard, of course, but she'd dismissed it - after all, if someone from another country in the Elect overheard the Dhaoine's plans, that just saved her the effort of having to explain herself again. When it came to this matter, if nothing else, she was being direct and forthright. The fact that it was one of the Kanites that was doing the eavesdropping made life particularly easier, given the proximity between their two countries. With that in mind, she takes Sladkor's lack of pleasantries just fine, smiling and nodding as he interjects himself into the conversation.

"The Reserve is what it is, Ambassador, and land is land. Those that can handle it in the Reserve will remain, and those looking for a change can live elsewhere. Either way, the extra territory will allow both groups to reach greater prosperity, and so it goes." She pauses, listening to the words he has about Greater Alfheim, noting his words about mercenary work and the former Kanite state with interest. "Ah yes, that reminds me. While we're here, telling each other what our respective states want...it seems like it's your turn, Ambassador. Now that the Kanites have been given this second lease on life through the Empire, what are your people's intentions now, when it comes to military and political affairs that you aren't being paid to do? Both in Zabava and abroad, I suppose."

Sladkor gives a quick reply without needing to think about it: "The official position is that we have been Elected to explore the depths of Tekhum, and to this task we will devote our resources. Our homeland is sufficiently rich in most necessities, and we have little need to extend our rule to other lands. Rather, we're prepared to serve them as trading partners and the like.

That being said, at this very moment, a request for the Emperor to allow the White Pawns to protect - federate - the region around the imperial embassy is being prepared, which might. You see, I'm not even under the government of the White Pawns - the Captains' council - although I'm representing them." He glances around and leans in a little conspiratorially. "They like to keep the civilians out like that. They're a bunch of hard-to-predict militarymen chosen by their lower-ranking underlings. Some of them adapt to politics well, some don't."

Spoiler: ALF

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The un-bombening
As the High Lord moves forward to deal with the crisis, Hekla makes an abrupt turn away with her wheelchair to regroup with her younger brother. The situation seemed under control, but if things took a turn for the worse they could make it to the jet and be in the air within a couple minutes. If there wasn't some kind of countdown... it wouldn't make much of a difference anyways. Gripping the chair arm tightly, she scans around to see where Hinrik could have gone...

The Great Arkhival Dragonbreak

As the Kanite ambassador steps into the conversational vacuum left by the fusion reactor's interruption, Hinrik can only offer a bewildered stare before shaking his head and pushing his way past the new duo with a curt "Pardon me..." He similarly attempts to spot his sibling amidst the mostly-frenzied crowd while skirting his way around the room to the main entrance; as luck would have it, the two bump into each other some distance to the rear and side of the confrontation between the foreign madmen and the officials. As Hekla moves to speak, the brother interjects, usually-positive expression marred by a mix of bewilderment and contempt. "There's no time, we must make haste-"

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Now back to your Regularly Scheduled Program


On cue, the representative of the Pawns begins to address Hinrik as he returns. The elf listens politely, smiling and nodding throughout the pitch. "Though it would please me greatly to work alongside your people in this endeavor, I ultimately hold little authority over our military. I shall present the idea to the Chancellor upon my return." As the conversation turns to history, Sladkor receives a brief look of confusion followed by a dawning understanding. "Ah, apologies, there must have been a misinterpretation. 'Alfheim' has never before been a coherent historical entity, simply a denotive term for lands inhabited by various elven cultures and states. For us, there is nothing to restore; we are at the apex of our power and poised to surpass it a hundred times over." He takes a few breaths, regathering his focus after the pan-nationalist spiel. "Of course, diverse histories are no reason for our aspirations to go unshared. I wish you great luck in the reconquest of your former realm!"

Contrasting with his interaction with Scorcha, the aged man's left eye narrows slightly in vexation, though he continues to speak with a patient, measured voice. "I see I didn't quite manage to convey my point. You would do well to never suggest reconquest or restoration of the old regime to another Kanite. After a devastating and pointless war with the Empire it has been considered a gaffe to advance the idea of Kan as a unified nation.

Perhaps we should send someone down to Radicefst, so that you may be well advised on these cultural matters. Naturally, we could also use a representative from Alfheim, to teach us... how to tell what century was an elf born in by how they dress? I don't know, that's the point." The corners of Sladkor's mouth turn upwards, a little amused by his own joke.

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After she speaks with the Queen, Tanchitsa makes for the food, starved from the longest journey in her life. The Priestess of Ophon was not subject to rationing of any kind, but she is tired-starved. She wants to refresh her body and mind with the honey she could smell from the moment they moored at the dock. She eats in a complicated way, making sure she doesn't lift her veil by accident and that it appears like she is making the food disappear like a magician instead of consuming it like a normal person. Not to mention the servant who puts all the food on her plate instead of herself.

The priestess tries the Royal Jelly, which lifts her mood - visibly, despite the veil and all. She orders a purple pillow bearing a box made of a dark wood brought forth, and starts hollering for people to come closer and know their destiny. Her servants ensure that an orderly queue is formed toward the bench the Priestess is sitting on.

Late to the Party

The spaceship is a sturdy vessel of durable construction, but even so it is not immune to malfunction.
After a delay due to asteroid collision, the blocky, angular ship arrives some time late to the start of the banquet.

Ground control is, of course, contacted.
"A bomb!? If I'd known it was that sort of party, I'd have brought some of my own!" The response is accompanied by a deep-throated guffaw. The dwarven representative is hardly frightened by the prospect of explosions. In fact, he may well be the sort more pleased to be causing them.

With that out of the way, the ship lands and a small group of dwarves emerges. Clearly unused to the high gravity of Sansar (or maybe already somewhat drunk), they stumble into the conference. Their leader, wrinkled and white-bearded, goggles upon his forehead, takes furious notes in a messy scrawl upon his datapad.
"Quite a damp environment here. Should rustproof gear for future expeditions. Train specialists in maneuvering in gravity wells, yes." he mutters to himself, observing the area with interest.
The other dwarves follow behind, lightly armed and armored, looking more like miners than soldiers. They're scarred, and their carbide-edged pickaxes, although hanging at hips and slung across backs, are clearly more than capable of busting skulls as well as rocks.

The slightly mead-drunk priestess in many-layered dress grows frustrated that hardly anyone is paying attention to her wonderful offer of divination and has a slightly embarrassed handmaiden ask a dwarf or two to come to her table. Though her voice doesn't carry much, she tries to yell out to the dwarves even before they leave the entrance.
"Greetings misters dwarves! So heroic is your visage that I am making you a special, one-time offer: I will interpret your Fate! What kind of ore will you find in the future? Will you come to rule a country? Come closer and know!"

[moossabi]

Diplomazia con Volthawk e Corona

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Contrasting with his interaction with Scorcha, the aged man's left eye narrows slightly in vexation, though he continues to speak with a patient, measured voice. "I see I didn't quite manage to convey my point. You would do well to never suggest reconquest or restoration of the old regime to another Kanite. After a devastating and pointless war with the Empire it has been considered a gaffe to advance the idea of Kan as a unified nation.

Perhaps we should send someone down to Radicefst, so that you may be well advised on these cultural matters. Naturally, we could also use a representative from Alfheim, to teach us... how to tell what century was an elf born in by how they dress? I don't know, that's the point." The corners of Sladkor's mouth turn upwards, a little amused by his own joke.

If the insult stings even an inkling, it doesn't reach Hinrik's eyes. The tactful smile simply twists upwards into a smirk. "Come now, Ambassador, this conduct would ill befit a comedian, much less we denizens of statecraft's high hall. I bear no ill will, of course, this is simply food for thought." He once again draws the map from his attire, absentmindedly laying it out on the table as he continues. "A second musing of mine, people often make assumptions of others' wills based on their own frame of mind. Though I know many of your people suppress the thought of it, you certainly had national histories on the mind when you assumed that was our Chancellor's motivating goal. For my part, I took this as indicative of a motivation that I now see we do not share."

He concludes his straightening of the map, procuring a pen from a different pocket and pointing to Verdalfheim and the Reserve of the Eilif Dhaoine. "Responsibility." Hinrik proceeds to start tapping away at every non-Elect region on this map of Sansar, casting a disdainful glance into the middle of the room and its finally-resolving crisis. "Imagine, if you would, some raid by these offworlders being committed against an isolated region on Sansar. One of their craft goes down - all it takes is a lucky shot - and their drives lands on a civilian population center. Thousands dead - millions, even. But that's not all-" He now points specifically to Region 22. "Were a nuclear detonation to be triggered here, the radioactive cloud would affect Kan proper as well. Now, if this is allowed to become a frequent event, or - heaven forbid - some hostile entity gains ground on Firmament and uses it to rain death on all the good people of this planet from above..." Staring Slakdor straight in the eyes, Hinrik draws a circle around all of Zabava with the exception of Region 24. "We all hold the power to avert catastrophe, it is our duty to ensure that Sansar is protected by its Elect." He sighs, clicking the pen closed and shrugging. "I care not what the past held, for all our sakes my wish for you to break free of this apathy is sincere. This occupation of yours will never abate until you allow yourselves to be more valuable to our Emperor than mere Pawns."

[MrHeadcrab]

Spoiler: SarakHawk - Greetings

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One of the Jy'mar shakes her head slowly and steps away from the rest to properly greet Szuc Gdbss Hinmyrilranema - her lightly colored fur peaks through the lead-lined flak jacket don'd on her torso while a splotch of black streaks down the right side of her head from her whiskers to behind her ear. Standing straight and tall she gives Szuc a nod of the head. Her voice carries much closer to that of a normal human without any obvious amplifying device. "Well met Cousin Szur Gdbss Hinmyrilranema, I am Team Lead Claudia Scipio - it is good to meet you in the fur rather than over InterPlaNet, and I do compliment you on yours. Apologies for my colleagues, we are quite an excitable bunch." Snapping her head back to the scrum she barks out at them. "Stop. Occam - go in, the rest - support."

The six durats nod back in acknowledgment in unison. "Well met Leader Scipio, it is fantastic to meet you and your fine fellows in person! To think, after such long isolation our peoples may reunite, I am rather excited." At this time, the Queen speaks, and Szuc temporarily bids a brief farewell.

Spoiler: Lumaeus - Thanks and greetings

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"Our thanks to the graceful intercession of the Emperor's High Lord and his contingent, the alacritous response of the Jy'mar, and the sharp discernment of they who may be the good Professor--and, if not, our Technology Librarian.

"On which subject, time now allowing, the Arkhive's warmest greetings to representatives of Burtzland, our erstwhile research partners; the good representatives of the Kingdom of High Ishtanos, who have come all this way to find no jest but instead our embarrassment at failing to immediately greet them with the honor they merit; and the Eucrus Alliance, whose good humor we cherish and whose apologies are unwarranted as their very presence is a great gift."

"I am honored, your majesty. But I cannot claim your words all to myself, the Exalted has yet to arrive, though I suppose that fault is mine. The ceremony procedure took longer than expected."

It is about this time as the tension moves from bombs to words, that a larger party of durats arrive. First come some two dozen, rushing in on all fours. Frankly, they're adorable. Little legs dashing forwards in perfect sync. Cute little goggles over their eyes and little backpacks that have toy guns attached... though, the knowing could identify the glasses as tactical MicroLed Tactical Combat Glasses and the weapons as GPCs (Gauss Plasma Casters). After the security guards deem the side entrance secure, they signal in the final pod.

The pod that enters next moves differently than the others. Shuffling into the room on their two back legs, heads moving about and scanning the room. To durats, they look regal and quite dignified. To everyone else, they may have well been meerkats larping as flamingos. But cultural norms to be considered, it would be quite rude to laugh, even if the scene is comical.

Conveniently, the Exaulted Pod enters near where the Assistant Minister moved out of sight. (Forgive me, I missed the part where you moved away and had written enough I liked and didn't want to redo)

Spoiler: Elemental - Frustration and Anger

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The Assistant Minister nodded and turned around to leave with the Hive functionary. She waits until they're both out of sight before she says anything, her voice low and on the verge of a growl.

"What the hell are you people playing at? I know that academic types can be a bit out of touch, but this smacks of wilful disregard for the safety of your guests. Today it was a fusion bomb, next time it could be assassins, if there even is a next time!" she said, her voice carrying an undercurrent of repressed fury, "Do not be mistaken, the First Minister will hear of your carelessness. Until such time as you actually possess event security I do not believe we will be sending any more delegates in person."

She takes a moment to calm herself down, breathing in deeply and muttering something in Ishtahn that translates to 'this person's just working here, don't be like her'. She bows politely, "Forgive me, I did not expect to face death today and I should not have taken out my frustrations on you. Here..." she hands the sealed briefcase to the functionary, "This is a gift for your Queen. You may inspect it, the code is printed on the lock."

If the functionary takes the briefcase they will find that it is much much heavier than it looks based on its size and should they open it they will see that inside are a hundred and twenty labelled crystal vials, each containing seeds.

Joining in hushed conversation, the Exalted Speaks, "Greetings, fellow frequently furry from far. I beseech that you pay grace to our host. Was it not that the elect just signed, and travel afar only become possible? It is now the first time in all of modern history that we meet. The walls from space are rusted, their very seams crack and barely act as tether to Sansar. If the rage of the ancient Bombardments were in a king's eyes, who then could stop them? The gates have long since rusted open. But the result of rage is rage greater still, focused in our unity. This is the risk we knew when we arrived, and yet arrived we are. So please do not diminish our host, who took this risk upon their house."
Turning and to the Queen and entering the room proper, the Exalted Pod responds to her greeting. "Our most joyful greetings in return, we are glad to be here, and what a here it is. So many have come, and so many have been. This event will be studied for centuries, and you and yours will be marked for praise. We come baring gift, a lesson in durat companionship to assist in long flights."
Then finally, turning to the crowd. "I am the Exalted Vuk Cssskk Tyculhajodejana. To those of you known to me, I greet you. To those of you unknown, I greet you. Let us partake in honey and meetings."

[Lumaeus]

APIS UPDATE

Spoiler: Mid-Round Point Tally!

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Let me know if any of this seems wrong to you. I know there are those who may want to make explicit a submission or the sealing of Membership. That'll be easy--just lemme know.
APIS Midround Summary

Gifted techs:
ARK (Host): Xenolinguistics
BAF: Nuclear Fusion
CUS: Arcane Amplification
ELD: In Vivo Modification
GCC: Arcane Amplification
ILU: Aclaustrophobic Psychiatry
KRB: Nuke Fusion
RAT: Aclaustrophobic Psychiatry
TEA: In Vivo Modification
(Note: UNC does not share their Arcane Amplification, but does indicate that it may do so with coreligionists in the future)

Explicit Acceptance of Nonaggression (and thus Membership):
BAF (Visiting)
ELD (Local)
ILU (Visiting)
WTP (Local)


Submitted Works:
Check out SerakHawk's submission template. It's sooooo convenient for me. You don't have to do it like this. But I love it.
GCC: Glim the Bard and the Tyrannocopter (history?)
ILU: Day One in the life of a Jy'mar citizen, by Cluatis Masiziou (culture)
ILU: Untitled Mytho-Historical Date Gathering text (history)
ILU: Writings of a Primarch on Strife (Theo/Mythological/Philosophical)
ILU: Captain Eponymous Beara (Researcher)

Unsubmitted Works:
I ignored action fluff for the most part, but consider if you have any you're proud of and can easily convert.
BAF: Untitled Mytho-Historical Date Gathering text
COE: So much writing, but not submitted in any particular categories (yet). I know I have to dig up your sacred site description and publish it and credit it somehow.
ELD: A Sealga's Guide isn't out yet
GCC: Untitled Mytho-Historical Date Gathering text
GLO: What We're Telling Them Zelfs Are
RRE: News&Rumors section is a solid modern history

TOTALS:
1st ILU 6 (2 tech + 1 history + 1 History + 1 Theological + 1 Researcher)
2nd GCC 3 (2 tech + 1 history)
3rd BAF 2 (2 tech)
3rd CUS 2 (2 tech)
3rd ELD 2 (2 tech)
3rd KRB 2 (2 tech)
3rd TEA 2 (2 tech)
3rd RAT 2 (2 tech)

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To UNC, whom we accidentally left on read at the beginning
The Queen herself moves to accept the gift, looking at it in open wonder. "What a magnificent device! Such a tailor-made application of your technologies to our circumstances bespeaks a great empathy and vast understanding among your people. We hope sincerely we can repay this care in kind."

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"As I said. We welcome proper relations with the other Elect. There is much we can learn, and much our bio-engineers would be pleased to share. We can offer rudimentary lessons in genetic therapy and removal of unwanted mutations. Any scientists or doctors among you are more than welcome to start an externship where we can assist you in tailoring these base principles to the unique biological aspects of your peoples."

The Queen smiles. "I hope it will cause no offense when I freely admit that one of my primary goals upon learning of your attendance at this conference was to wheedle such an offer from you. That it is so freely given is an auspicious beginning for our diplomacies. One of our researchers, Polyphemus Gourmand the five hundred ninety-fifth and thirty-six hundredths--a sub-Technician from Natural Sciences and Mathematics--has already outlined research interests in a prospectus and prepared some of his own team's findings for sharing. I believe he's also identified other experts from the five hundred ninety-fifth who he would care to work with." The Queen gives a politely pained look. "I understand entirely, and have impressed upon him, that any opportunity would be at your pleasure and that all of his preparations are a mere wishlist rather than demands he can make. I suppose you also understand the enthusiasm of the impassioned researcher."

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"What the hell are you people playing at? I know that academic types can be a bit out of touch, but this smacks of wilful disregard for the safety of your guests. Today it was a fusion bomb, next time it could be assassins, if there even is a next time!" she said, her voice carrying an undercurrent of repressed fury, "Do not be mistaken, the First Minister will hear of your carelessness. Until such time as you actually possess event security I do not believe we will be sending any more delegates in person."

[AND THEN THE DURATS TALK A BIT TO THEM]

While smoothing over the post-bomb excitement, a Librarian comes up and whispers something into the Queen's ear. She excuses herself and hurries to catch the delegation from High Ishtahnos. Before reaching eyeshot, she converts her run into a hurried walk just past the bounds of typical decorum--it was a gamble, but hopefully the abandonment of rigid propriety would help convince her guests of her sincerity.

"Honored Veehran guests, you do us great honor to have come all this way. I am Queen Constance of Comment, and it is in the wake of a heartening embarrassment that I welcome you to our Arkhive. Please, the danger has passed. The guests are met, the feast is set, just hear the merry din! We have the shared learning of a dozen cultures across all the worlds of Tekhum, and have learned yet more. Our stacks are open to you, all we have is yours to enjoy, and your safety is guaranteed by the very bees that buzz above us."

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[spoiler=A Tail Measuring Contest]
"I do think your banquet was a success in cooperation my Queen, and the Khylokian's played their part of this tail. My respect to you Omnuud of the Khylokian for giving the people here a reminder of vigilance."

"Honor given and respect earned from Badal to Mekhala and back again," smiles the Queen, which is totally a valid speech tag. "How close the Empire grows, and how secure we are when joined together in one purpose."

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The slightly mead-drunk priestess in many-layered dress grows frustrated that hardly anyone is paying attention to her wonderful offer of divination and has a slightly embarrassed handmaiden ask a dwarf or two to come to her table. Though her voice doesn't carry much, she tries to yell out to the dwarves even before they leave the entrance.
"Greetings misters dwarves! So heroic is your visage that I am making you a special, one-time offer: I will interpret your Fate! What kind of ore will you find in the future? Will you come to rule a country? Come closer and know!"

Her Arkhival Majesty, though unwilling to risk any ruffled feathers an ill prophecy might cause if given to her, tilts her head towards the dwarves. "Given the excitement of the Conference so far, perhaps we would have benefited from not being so hesitant to heed her call. Who knows what may have been revealed?"

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Then finally, turning to the crowd. "I am the Exalted Vuk Cssskk Tyculhajodejana. To those of you known to me, I greet you. To those of you unknown, I greet you. Let us partake in honey and meetings."

The Queen smiles. "To play host to the Exalted Pod is always an honor. Durat science is known across the system to be ardent and tireless. In so many fields, the University of Burtzland is unparalleled, and I must impress upon all gathered the beauty of Coastaphornia. We of the Arkhive would exchange researchers with all present, but I will personally vouch for the genius of Burtzland. It is the ground floor and the cutting edge of a truly astounding number of fields. You would not go wrong in partnering with them."

[Elemental]

Joining in hushed conversation, the Exalted Speaks, "Greetings, fellow frequently furry from far. I beseech that you pay grace to our host. Was it not that the elect just signed, and travel afar only become possible? It is now the first time in all of modern history that we meet. The walls from space are rusted, their very seams crack and barely act as tether to Sansar. If the rage of the ancient Bombardments were in a king's eyes, who then could stop them? The gates have long since rusted open. But the result of rage is rage greater still, focused in our unity. This is the risk we knew when we arrived, and yet arrived we are. So please do not diminish our host, who took this risk upon their house."

"Honored Veehran guests, you do us great honor to have come all this way. I am Queen Constance of Comment, and it is in the wake of a heartening embarrassment that I welcome you to our Arkhive. Please, the danger has passed. The guests are met, the feast is set, just hear the merry din! We have the shared learning of a dozen cultures across all the worlds of Tekhum, and have learned yet more. Our stacks are open to you, all we have is yours to enjoy, and your safety is guaranteed by the very bees that buzz above us."

Trying to make sense of this, forgive me if I misunderstand the positioning of things but I believe this is a correct response.

Sarah looks with both surprise and considerable irritation as her private conversation with an Arkhival functionary is interrupted by someone she doesn't realise is very important. Her attempts to calm herself are now fully abandoned and she begins to grow a little in height.

"Grace? You speak to me of grace when you not only eavesdrop but rudely interrupt to tell me how I should respond to a dire threat to my very life? It seems like anyone could have walked in and set off a bomb! What if, Sun forbid it, the High King had deigned to attend? I know not of the customs of Sansar, but on Veehra we ensure the safety of our guests. If her Arkhival Majesty wished to take risk upon herself then she-" It was at this point that Queen Constance arrived, rather effectively taking the wind out of Sarah's sails, though it's clear she's not exactly mollified by the assurance that bees will protect her. Still, she bows stiffly, grabs the briefcase from the functionary and hands it to the Queen.

"Your Arkhival Majesty, Queen Constance, The High King of Ishtahnos extends greetings to you and your people and hopes that this meagre gift will act as a seed for friendship between us," she says in her best attempt to not be frazzled.

[Volthawk]

<Back>

<and forth>

When she sees the two she's talking with get agitated with each other, Scorcha decides to not agitate things or smooth them over, but to merely let it play out. Both countries were ones she had cause to be concerned over, after all, and if they ended up at each other's throats, all of their own volition...well, she couldn't complain about that at all. Still, it was leading to a lot of tidbits of information that might be quite useful in the future. That said, some matters did require further discussion.

"Ah yes, I'd heard a little about those efforts in the north. If that's what they wish, I suppose there's not much more to say there - I hope it goes well. Now, beyond that...your people were chosen in ordero to explore Tekhum? Interesting - I noticed that most of Zabava has not been described in the information I have access to. I suppose rectifying that is part of your remit, yes? Although not in the interest of conquering the territory for yourselves, naturally, lest anyone draw parralels to this old regime you've mentioned."

<Wine and diplomacy talk>

Giving the approaching funcionary a polite nod and smile, Scorcha can't see any good reason to refuse the offer. "Of course. I'm sure my people will appreciate the opportunity to see all yours have to offer."

<post-bomb remnant delegation>

Seeing that some people from the Fomorian delegation are still around after the whole bomb business has been resolved, Scorcha approaches one of them and asks to see whoever is left in charge, letting them know that it's about the interest their country had shown in the Reserve's industry.

[Lumaeus]

"Your Arkhival Majesty, Queen Constance, The High King of Ishtahnos extends greetings to you and your people and hopes that this meagre gift will act as a seed for friendship between us," she says in her best attempt to not be frazzled.

Constance, depending on the nature of the gift, either reads or sees or checks or otherwise comes to discover its contents, and her eyes go wide in appreciation. "What a generous gift! This will link not only our peoples but our worlds. There has been common origin and some cross-pollination between planets, but for so long the course of evolution has diverged. This begins an exchange of new unity."

The functionary who had been [s]verbally abused[/i] the grateful recipient of the Minister's measured critique makes one last comment before excusing themself. "As to your concerns about safety at the Conference, the Queen will surely be a listening ear." After their escape, they will spend the rest of the evening with honeyed tea and a copy of their favorite story The Little Functionary Who Could.

"Ah," Constance looks pained. "Yes. We regret our misapprehension of the risks, though the good humor of the Khylokians does suggest this was on their part a measured performance more than a true attempt at destruction. When discussing security, we considered personal risks and personal violence. These, we could safely consider covered, as the sheer billions of bees that could be brought to bear as quickly as any security force would be enough to extinguish threat. We openly admit to having failed to consider this rather more dramatic turn.

"But," she her eyes twinkle despite the gravity of her expression. "As the noble peoples of Tekhum demonstrated in their mutual assistance in disarming and removing the threat, we can accomplish all things when we work together. The Arkhive clearly lacks the experience and perspective of High Ishtahnos. Perhaps we could send our security teams to your noble kingdom to learn from you, or perhaps you would want to lead security for the Second Hexenniel. After all, you would have surely seen this coming a kilomile away, and that wisdom can help shepherd us all into a peaceful future as an interplanetary community."

[MrHeadcrab]

Spoiler: Lumaeus - The Queen welcomes the Exaulted

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The Queen smiles. "To play host to the Exalted Pod is always an honor. Durat science is known across the system to be ardent and tireless. In so many fields, the University of Burtzland is unparalleled, and I must impress upon all gathered the beauty of Coastaphornia. We of the Arkhive would exchange researchers with all present, but I will personally vouch for the genius of Burtzland. It is the ground floor and the cutting edge of a truly astounding number of fields. You would not go wrong in partnering with them."

The Speaker Supreme gives a warm smile. "It is honor indeed, to receive such accolades from the Queen of the Arkhive. For who better could know, than the keeper of knowledge? May the big pile ever grow and the shelves expand."
The Exalted Pod casts its eyes over the crowed, lingering for perhaps a moment longer on The Kanite delegation and Fiorid dynasty dignitaries, "I hope your words towards partnering turn prophetic. It may be near time to offer subsidized trade."

Spoiler: Elemental - Unhappy wolfpeeps

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Sarah looks with both surprise and considerable irritation as her private conversation with an Arkhival functionary is interrupted by someone she doesn't realise is very important. Her attempts to calm herself are now fully abandoned and she begins to grow a little in height.

"Grace? You speak to me of grace when you not only eavesdrop but rudely interrupt to tell me how I should respond to a dire threat to my very life? It seems like anyone could have walked in and set off a bomb! What if, Sun forbid it, the High King had deigned to attend? I know not of the customs of Sansar, but on Veehra we ensure the safety of our guests. If her Arkhival Majesty wished to take risk upon herself then she-" It was at this point that Queen Constance arrived, rather effectively taking the wind out of Sarah's sails, though it's clear she's not exactly mollified by the assurance that bees will protect her. Still, she bows stiffly, grabs the briefcase from the functionary and hands it to the Queen.

"Your Arkhival Majesty, Queen Constance, The High King of Ishtahnos extends greetings to you and your people and hopes that this meagre gift will act as a seed for friendship between us," she says in her best attempt to not be frazzled.

The Speaker Supreme doesn't turn back to Sarah, but one of his Great Wisers responds as the Exalted Pod moves to other conversations. "It seems my words were unwanted, I leave you."
As the Exalted Pod moves away from Sarah, Head Professor Szuc Gdbss Hinmyrilranema wanders over. The six Durat scientist speaks quickly with enthusiasm. "Those were bold words to the Exalted Pod, but you've intrigued me. I had no awareness that the technology in Veehra was so advanced, it is marvelous! Being able to ensure safety in these unpreceded times is well, unprecedented! Please, you must share with me. How is it that those in Veehra would prevent someone with the newly given Imperial Engines from accelerating into atmosphere and detonating their ship's power source? And so soon, the Engines were just gifted, your engineers must be mighty indeed do have already prevented this occurrence. That was something difficult even in the time of the War of Eternal Bombardments! Pardon my excitement, is your High King willing to share this technology, what is his price? Are you interested in joint research ventures?"

[JBarca]

At Illustrated Prime Marcus' words, the Khylokian delegate seems pleased.

"Eight of my crew died on the journey here, and I consider that a blessing. When death comes easy, it doesn't pay to fret."

She shrugs. "Death is death. All you can do is take what you can before then from those that don't grasp the way things work. Fearing death, running from it, fighting it? What kind of life is that in the first place?"

[MrHeadcrab]

Spoiler: JBarca - The very very very brave

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At Illustrated Prime Marcus' words, the Khylokian delegate seems pleased.

"Eight of my crew died on the journey here, and I consider that a blessing. When death comes easy, it doesn't pay to fret."

She shrugs. "Death is death. All you can do is take what you can before then from those that don't grasp the way things work. Fearing death, running from it, fighting it? What kind of life is that in the first place?"

"Only those who's legacy is guaranteed by their people are afforded the luxury to welcome death. Your security is a credit to your culture. Though, some here do suffer from the fear of death. It would likely benefit diplomatic efforts to avoid terrifying them, unless terror is your goal." The Exalted Pod approaches the Khylokians in high spirits, perhaps even impressed by their audacity.

[Kythia]

Occurs Following Conversation on Sacrifice


Noting the Coedd and Padraig catching his glances Marcus gives them a nod and when freed from other engagements finds his way to Coedd and its 'translator?' Aide. By this time a contingent of Protectorate bodyguards have found the escaped Illustrated Prime and have warily set up a 'perimeter' on the disc Marcus sits on.

"Greetings Coedd, may your leaves grow rich and your roots deep. It is interesting to meet a being that has such fervor directed toward it - we do not have the benefit of deep soil or nourishing rains on Badal so the bushes we cultivate pale in nature to the plants of Sansar. This meeting was most advantageous for many different people to mingle and meet - but it looked like you had something specific to broach with the Illumined Utopian?"

There's a rapid series of beeps from the analyser and Padraig draws a deep breath. "OK. So. I think that 'rock one' must be Badal, it's the only thing I can think of that makes sense in context. Assuming I'm right...OK. Coedd agrees that Badal is, errr, I guess you'd say 'vegtetation poor' or something. She...ah, bloody subjunctives...she would send herself to work on your plants but she doesn't think you want Coedd in...what would that be...in your lands. She, oh, this is rare, she wishes you to send representatives to meet with her in the island of Coedd, Coedd-Island. To talk about Coedd on Badal and the Illuminated Utopians in Sansar. To avoid competition - errr, you have to realise Coedd thinks very negatively of competition. By their very nature they like things working in harmony. So that's 'competition' in the sense of 'conflict' really. Yes. She is inviting a delegation. Some time in the next few years."

[Corona]

Spoiler: Prince's pawn gambit

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Diplomazia con Volthawk e
Corona


If the insult stings even an inkling, it doesn't reach Hinrik's eyes. The tactful smile simply twists upwards into a smirk. "Come now, Ambassador, this conduct would ill befit a comedian, much less we denizens of statecraft's high hall. I bear no ill will, of course, this is simply food for thought." He once again draws the map from his attire, absentmindedly laying it out on the table as he continues. "A second musing of mine, people often make assumptions of others' wills based on their own frame of mind. Though I know many of your people suppress the thought of it, you certainly had national histories on the mind when you assumed that was our Chancellor's motivating goal. For my part, I took this as indicative of a motivation that I now see we do not share."

He concludes his straightening of the map, procuring a pen from a different pocket and pointing to Verdalfheim and the Reserve of the Eilif Dhaoine. "Responsibility." Hinrik proceeds to start tapping away at every non-Elect region on this map of Sansar, casting a disdainful glance into the middle of the room and its finally-resolving crisis. "Imagine, if you would, some raid by these offworlders being committed against an isolated region on Sansar. One of their craft goes down - all it takes is a lucky shot - and their drives lands on a civilian population center. Thousands dead - millions, even. But that's not all-" He now points specifically to Region 22. "Were a nuclear detonation to be triggered here, the radioactive cloud would affect Kan proper as well. Now, if this is allowed to become a frequent event, or - heaven forbid - some hostile entity gains ground on Firmament and uses it to rain death on all the good people of this planet from above..." Staring Slakdor straight in the eyes, Hinrik draws a circle around all of Zabava with the exception of Region 24. "We all hold the power to avert catastrophe, it is our duty to ensure that Sansar is protected by its Elect." He sighs, clicking the pen closed and shrugging. "I care not what the past held, for all our sakes my wish for you to break free of this apathy is sincere. This occupation of yours will never abate until you allow yourselves to be more valuable to our Emperor than mere Pawns."

Sladkor nods and raises his eyebrows as Hinrik indicates huge, mostly unknown areas of land on the map. "We share your concerns about outworlders like these, and we will work to prevent undesirable interactions, intentional or unintentional on their part. Though given that there is a sizable number of the Elect on Sansar, we can pick our allies in doing so. It is possible to protect Sansar without annexing all of the non-Elect nations, or at least it is worth trying. If the Khylokians can be Elect, there are civilized nations among the non-Elect."

The Kanite diplomat doesn't let on if he was offended. He merely looks away for a while, perhaps to mentally note to make a reprisal against Hinrik at a later date.

"I would hardly call the lack of a drive to subjugate others apathy. Everyone has their role to play - and I would be surprised if you told me the elves don't believe this, considering your society is hiearchically structured to such a degree - if the role we're to play is that of pawns, then we shall accept it wholeheartedly and without reservations."

Spoiler: Tidbits

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When she sees the two she's talking with get agitated with each other, Scorcha decides to not agitate things or smooth them over, but to merely let it play out. Both countries were ones she had cause to be concerned over, after all, and if they ended up at each other's throats, all of their own volition...well, she couldn't complain about that at all. Still, it was leading to a lot of tidbits of information that might be quite useful in the future. That said, some matters did require further discussion.

"Ah yes, I'd heard a little about those efforts in the north. If that's what they wish, I suppose there's not much more to say there - I hope it goes well. Now, beyond that...your people were chosen in ordero to explore Tekhum? Interesting - I noticed that most of Zabava has not been described in the information I have access to. I suppose rectifying that is part of your remit, yes? Although not in the interest of conquering the territory for yourselves, naturally, lest anyone draw parralels to this old regime you've mentioned."

"Your people and the other Elect were chosen as well, I believe. Although the spaceships given by the Empire are not necessary for exploring the forgotten parts of Sansar, it is a good opportunity to reestablish contact with them."

[Lt-Murgen]

The slightly mead-drunk priestess in many-layered dress grows frustrated that hardly anyone is paying attention to her wonderful offer of divination and has a slightly embarrassed handmaiden ask a dwarf or two to come to her table. Though her voice doesn't carry much, she tries to yell out to the dwarves even before they leave the entrance.
"Greetings misters dwarves! So heroic is your visage that I am making you a special, one-time offer: I will interpret your Fate! What kind of ore will you find in the future? Will you come to rule a country? Come closer and know!"

It occurred to Senior Advisor that they had completely forgotten about the young Priestess until started sending her adjutants to drum up business. The Kanites were on the list of high-value contacts given to them by the Board. Human, or nearly so. Hairless, whether by choice or happenstance, and cranial plates. Could they possess a form of naturally occuring biomesh? what little is known about their history and Faith indicate some evidence of either branching or co-evolution.

Waiting in line patiently She greeted the younger woman "Greetings, Priestess Tanchitsa. I am Senior Advisor Quinn Emery Kai Rene of The United Neural Networks Confounding Limitless Exigency, commonly referred to as UNNCLE. I have a great interest in what your abilities" the advisore made a cutting motion in the air at the word. Their voice took on a brief harmonic across 3 full octaves. "make of myself and ours."

[Stygian]

Spoiler: A Deal Weedled by a Beedrill

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The Queen smiles. "I hope it will cause no offense when I freely admit that one of my primary goals upon learning of your attendance at this conference was to wheedle such an offer from you. That it is so freely given is an auspicious beginning for our diplomacies. One of our researchers, Polyphemus Gourmand the five hundred ninety-fifth and thirty-six hundredths--a sub-Technician from Natural Sciences and Mathematics--has already outlined research interests in a prospectus and prepared some of his own team's findings for sharing. I believe he's also identified other experts from the five hundred ninety-fifth who he would care to work with." The Queen gives a politely pained look. "I understand entirely, and have impressed upon him, that any opportunity would be at your pleasure and that all of his preparations are a mere wishlist rather than demands he can make. I suppose you also understand the enthusiasm of the impassioned researcher."

With the bomb finally in the pocket of their Utopian neighbors, the Navarch’s stern disposition seems to ease somewhat. A moment is spared to tighten the strap that holds the stun baton in place, and Tuahine then puts her attention once more toward the Queen Bee.

”Ah. I suppose we could have played hard to get, Your Majesty—but, such a thing would be against our interests, as fun as it might have been. One of the Alliance’s many goals has always been that of furthering our people through the pursuit of science.. Both metaphorically, and literally. How aggressively twee it would be to hold back now.” She chuckled, and seemed to weigh the proposal for a moment.

”Excitement is what we hoped for, Your Majesty. Polyphemus is more than welcome. If he could give a list of accommodations that would be required to make his stay comfortable, we will gladly oblige within reason. I would also ask that any assistants or peers are limited to a smaller team. My civil engineers can run the exact numbers based on your needs and available space.”

“Of course, this offer is open to any other delegations as well—so long as no one deigns to bring a bomb.”