Admiral De'Raz Vlos Elemmiire of the Rhydin Imperial Republic Navy, had not yet spoken. He'd been as if a statue, simply observing those gathered. A slight close of yes as a contraption attached to the right side of head, seemingly apart of his temple offered a muted azure hued blinking light for a scant few moments. His booted feet carried him across the threshold and he offered a slight bow of head towards Yanna. Where she was alien beauty wrapped in some sort of body fitting apparel, it was obvious that De'Raz was apart of the military services of the Hegemony.
He wore the standard of the RIRN, a dress uniform worn with a ribbon bar, dagger in place of full sword, a white service cap, and standard epaulets. Said cap was currently within the crook of right arm, so as to expose his partially shaven head. A trio of thin stripes of slightly buzzed hair sections ran like warrior stripes. The trousers were then tucked into boots. The outfit of dark blue in color, trimmed with a soft white to vaguely mimic the table. Your grace, we are ready for you. He spoke, then raised head, placing the officers cap atop head at, cocked to the right slightly in its seat.
Unmoving from his position near the exit, General Garen Hallas Daist, of the Rhydin Imperial Republic Army, his uniform was of an ebony hue, and a contrast of sorts to the naval officer. He himself was also such, a stern individual, full of genuine dislike for any outside of the Hegemony, a zealot of the superiority complex that Rhydinian's had concerning the rest of the realm. He had intense seawater blue eyes, and barely if ever smiled. Gloved hands grasped each other behind his back, and perhaps a war wound, his nose appeared to be metal, as did a portion of his right jaw, grafted to the skin, perhaps as a replacement. It was dulled in it's gleam, and barely registered against the light when it shown upon it's surface.
This was not the territory of the RIRAS, and as such, he opted for a less confrontational persona while within a stronghold of the RIRN. Their rivalry could be had another day. As De'Raz approached the ambassador playing Yanna, he grumped inwardly. To be at the woman's beck and call was aggravating. She played the voice of the Empress well, but he knew that it was folly to think she was but just that, his own digging had turned up a darker career. It was hinted, though not verified, at least until now, that she was an administrator or other high up within the Hegemony Ministry of Intelligence. The HMI had it's own agendas, and since it only answered to the Empress, he had little idea what it might be. Another reason why he was here. The HMI was up to something, if this summit was any indication, a vast something.
Yanna smiled for a moment, then bade the admiral to ready the path chosen for travel. Arranging of the guard etc, as she turned from him back to the wonderful young woman from Ghant. Indeed, someone who would play the game with her had sprung from the conservative pool belonging to the elder Iron Eagle. Interesting, it may well be the best idea of such, though it may not happen soon. Perhaps it will be wise to wait until your power is secure, or another who is gullible and easily manipulated is. I would like to speak of this more, though at a later date if you would be so willing Princess Cassandra. She used the young woman's title and name, though she did fancy the other title, The Eaglet, quite a bit.
To the others, especially those offering support. Your pledges have been noted. The Hegemony shall offer it's thanks to your support for this and the campaign to come. To the morroi present, though more towards the Sulesartyr representative, did her gaze so slide to. Recompense shall happen, our coin shall go through the bankers, to you. This is to protect ourselves as much as it is to compensate your clan for it's losses. Mostly because Rhydinian currency is digital, and because a direct shipment, however secure into another country, holds the risk of being found out. With an intermediary that has no reason to be suspected, and could be written off as any reason or another, is the best way for us. And in the end of things, for you, should the Batory have reason to suspect, and or investigate.
She moved, with an almost ethereal grace out of the center of the table area, arms flowing outwards, fingers splayed a moment as she continued to speak. I invite the delegates to walk with me, the navy has decided to give a showing of technology, and of course my own ministry, has decreed through the Empress's wishes, to showcase the force that shall be sent to a nation of friendly ties to the Xukuthites and the Batory. It shall spurn them to make haste, and focus their gazes elsewhere for a time.
With that, she passed the still seated guests, weaving about back and forth as a serpent might upon the ground towards the exit into the hall of sorts. The door slid upwards. Yanna strolled languidly through it, and as she did so, the ivory outfit became a shade of pale red, with a pattern akin to a cherry tree blossoms of a sort on whatever the fabric was that she wore. Even her nails, the lipstick, had all changed in a few moments. She waited some meters past the edge of the door, in the corridor for the entourage to be, to gather.
I promise an interesting moment, beneath these waves, the chance of a lifetime to view that which lays hidden beyond the eyes of most.