Anowa wrote:Parcia wrote:
There were Humans among their opposites, but there were also those with obvious Xenos or modified origin that defied Colonial records, and while the lead remained quiet the aids and assistants spoke among them selves in an internal communications band, an encrypted one.
Taking a moment, he held his hands up, palms open. “Greetings to you and yours, I am Senator Allen Haythem, Senator of Illyria and and head Officer of the Colonial Diplomatic Commission. I come bringing with me the best wishes and intentions, and the good will of the Sovereign Colonies of Aurelia...I also extend to you the added good tidings and well wishes of the Yule tide season.”
He awaited their answer, custom dictating he do so before sitting down.
Through their psychic link, Valeryia could hear a small exchange between Damian and Kyle, "Great, Yule. More fundies."
"We celebrate Christmas too, dumbass."
"Yeah but we aren't so ass backwards to call it 'Yule'."
As the duo had a mental conversation, Valeryia blocked it out, responding to the Senator, "Hail, Senator. I am Marshal Valeryia Rostisiev, standing her in place of the Kantr Confederacy's head of state the honourable Grand Marshal. Respresenting the Aelid and Hekaton people are Doctors Nala-Rad ur Shanran and Wudus of Shortfoot respectively. And the commanding officer of this vessel, Captain Theodore Strauss."
As the marshal gestured at those around her it became blatantly clear that the Marshal was more than a simple woman in armor, if the fact she was on the taller side of eight feet wasn't enough of an indication. Her motions were like comparing the normal 30 frames a second to something in the high hundreds. It was unnaturally smooth, and preternaturally stable, as if someone revealed that slow motion film was playing back at real time. It was a known issue in Kantr space, those who weren't used to seeing a Marshal move were struck with nausea and disorientation. However the Marshal either forgot or simply didn't care to warn the others, "It's an honor to have you aboard, and a greater honor to unite mankind after so long apart."
With the faceplates of those on the Kantr side of the table no longer reflecting the light from outside as the retaining barrier dimmed, the faces could be seen of their representatives. Including the ash grey complexion and white glowing irises of captain, something deviant to a sure degree from the standard human.
The custom observed, the good Senator took his seat and paused momentarily as his aids set out a pair of devices. The first was a multi function video and audio recorder, a fancy camera for lack of a better term, while the second was his personal PADD.
Said PADD emitted a soft glow before projecting a Colonial seal, the same red Phoenix observable on just about every Colonial warship gathered, before projecting a rotating image of currently charted local space.
He turned to the other Kantir diplomats and gave them each a warm smile. “Best wishes unto you and yours as well.”
“Right, so, protocol dictates I’d be much more well read and knowledgeable on my opposites before meeting with them, but since you did sort of just jump directly in to colonial space, there wasn’t much time for that.”
“First contact protocols dictate we first trade some information for information. You lie in the Heart of Colonial space roughly here.” He pointed to the spec of light representations the Pythos system.
“The Pythos system. To our galactic south-south east lays the Seran Confederacy. Another branch of Humanity we reconnected with some decades back after the revolution. Quaint folk, a bit behind the curve in terms of technology but surprisingly industrious and stubborn. Good people to be frank.”
Pointing to a purple blob to the north he went on. “That is the Faeson Unity, a Xenos race of 4 armed bipeds that share an artificial hive mind. Fairly above the curve in terms of technology, their rather diminutive form has led to the term “Elf” being applied, though weather or not its an insult or a term of endearment depends on the Faeson. But, they are allies for the most part and aided us from our bondage under the Calgar.”
He leaned back, having given his dictated information. “As you can see, we’re a fairly industrious people in our own right, likely isolationist by some definition but we prefer to keep to our selves if we can.”
“So, tell me about your selves, your people and how you came to be how you are now.”