The Decepticon Iaconian Dinner [IC; Open]

[Shwe Tu Colony]

Verndara Manor, Gesh'rigu Hall
Bo'kan Ko'la relaxed on the wonderful Renstar-manufactured couch in the lounge room in the center of the room that the Gesh'rigu members had beneath Sekka's manor. While small in comparison to their respective homes, the room was a location with plenty of amenities, & considering its smaller space, it was easier to access all of them. One of these such features was an exceptional postal & communication service: the Verndara Emerald Postal, which was partially managed by the ever-helpful (& exceptionally talented) Psytrines. Any message for multiversal meetings available to the Parfuhmerians would be relayed to the Gesh'rigu members & Sekka by the service.

With a sound like that of a ringing bell, a dove with an olive branch arrived in the underground room through a transportation crystal in the room, depositing a letter in Bo'kan's lap before landing on her shoulder, lightly bobbing its head up & down, as though poorly fanning her with the branch. "A dinner with an organic-hating bot, huh?" she said, reading the letter, "I'd say I've had to deal with worse than that, although the food might be even worse than Ur-Tarsh..." She paused, shivering at the memory of the town's absolutely horrendous food that made even Azsh'aloth — who had lived in the town for a week & had to subsist on their food — sick, even when it was his second visit to the town.

"Not possible," she said to herself, even the dove nodding its head intensely at her statement, "By Hekate's torch, I don't see how anyone can make food so terrible. I'd rather eat scorched Tartarian meat." After saying this, she would then wave her torch in a circle, opening a swirling purple vortex in front of her. As she entered, the dove on her shoulder flew into the crystal it came out from, back to Psytronius, or some other location.

Vos
Teleporting to the front of the entrance at The High Pavilions, Bo'kan exited her portal, her blue torch in hand & wearing her usual purple & gray dress. "Quite authoritative," she commented, looking at the Decepticon city below, "Reminds me of Kha-Beleth's personally-ruled cities." Being the leader of the finicky lot that was the Ashan Demon race, Kha-Beleth needed to use terror to ensure that he could successfully command his race & serve the dragon god of chaos, Urgash, well. Bo'kan would then walk up to the entrance of The High Pavilions, noticing Soundwave at the side. "Good day," she greeted the robot, "I am Bo'kan Ko'la of Parfuhmerie, here for The Decepticon Iaconian Dinner."

[-The Imperial Federation-]

Victor entered the dining hall with dark energon dripping from a open wound on his arm, this was strange for someone with a mortal appearance to have this within his vines but he was a creation of the Sovereign’s experiment many centuries ago....Victor look at everyone, smiled chuckling.”Improve your warriors, Megatron, they are weak and you call your species superior? Ha! What a depressing joke, or maybe that haven’t faced someone with the incarnation of what is terror by the spinning wheels of madness.Nevertheless, I’m not here to make friends but to make the Cybertron friends with the Federation with such a warmongering Republic closingly bordering your Dominion, which could cause a unwanted or wanted war between the two....How entertaining souls that be the clash of titans! The brutality of the Republic Vs. the brutality of the Cybertronian Empire! Tickets for everyone to see, the house will be full to see such a incident.” Victor was on the Chancellor’s payroll since the head diplomat was executed for a scandal and had no one time to take his place for this unforeseen invitation to the Cybertronian homeland.As, Victor being the best choice to talk to such monsters it was monster to monster to achieve dialogue with the masters of two hawkish nations to deter from clashing heads in the near future like Victor said, the expansion of the Republic was almost at Megatron’s doorstep.

[Nilrahrarfan]

Katrina Wakes up, after having napped throughout much of the dinner up to this point. She is confused, and doesn't know what to do. She asks, "What happened?" I have no idea why.

[The Imperial Regions of Commerce]

After some time had passed, the droid would crane its metal neck upward.

"Why has the meeting not started yet? I was told this was a meeting, not a social interaction. Perhaps this wasn't as diplomatic as I was told it was."

TX-90, being further ignored, continued sitting quietly by himself.

[Danceria]

Katrina Wakes up, after having napped throughout much of the dinner up to this point. She is confused, and doesn't know what to do. She asks, "What happened?" I have no idea why.

After some time had passed, the droid would crane its metal neck upward.

"Why has the meeting not started yet? I was told this was a meeting, not a social interaction. Perhaps this wasn't as diplomatic as I was told it was."

TX-90, being further ignored, continued sitting quietly by himself.

"Lord Megatron, our host is absent..." the Dancerian sighed. "Perhaps he is allergic to flesh? Either way, simply because the Decepticons are being...standoffish as usual, it should not stop us from conversing and conducting diplomacy ourselves, no?"

[The Grand Diamond Authority]

Katrina Wakes up, after having napped throughout much of the dinner up to this point. She is confused, and doesn't know what to do. She asks, "What happened?" I have no idea why.

After some time had passed, the droid would crane its metal neck upward.

"Why has the meeting not started yet? I was told this was a meeting, not a social interaction. Perhaps this wasn't as diplomatic as I was told it was."

TX-90, being further ignored, continued sitting quietly by himself.

"Lord Megatron, our host is absent..." the Dancerian sighed. "Perhaps he is allergic to flesh? Either way, simply because the Decepticons are being...standoffish as usual, it should not stop us from conversing and conducting diplomacy ourselves, no?"

"Just simply means there's gonna be less order, exactly." Yellow Diamond had her arms crossed, while Blue already knew a shitstorm was gonna brew.

"Well, we could all give gestures of a formality to one another... Handshakes, I guess you call them?"

[Danceria]

"Lord Megatron, our host is absent..." the Dancerian sighed. "Perhaps he is allergic to flesh? Either way, simply because the Decepticons are being...standoffish as usual, it should not stop us from conversing and conducting diplomacy ourselves, no?"

"Just simply means there's gonna be less order, exactly." Yellow Diamond had her arms crossed, while Blue already knew a shitstorm was gonna brew.

"Well, we could all give gestures of a formality to one another... Handshakes, I guess you call them?"

"If the Great Diamonds are so desiring to...make contact with us filthy fleshlings, then yes." he boldly stepped forward and extended his hand. "I am Cid Raines, Ambassador on behalf of the United Kingdoms of Danceria to the Human Confederacy. You must be Yellow Diamond...leader of the Gem Military, is this correct?"

[The Grand Diamond Authority]

"Just simply means there's gonna be less order, exactly." Yellow Diamond had her arms crossed, while Blue already knew a shitstorm was gonna brew.

"Well, we could all give gestures of a formality to one another... Handshakes, I guess you call them?"

"If the Great Diamonds are so desiring to...make contact with us filthy fleshlings, then yes." he boldly stepped forward and extended his hand. "I am Cid Raines, Ambassador on behalf of the United Kingdoms of Danceria to the Human Confederacy. You must be Yellow Diamond...leader of the Gem Military, is this correct?"

"Leader of the Gems, not just the military. We all are, to be fair. White, the commanding and calculated, I, the power and violence, my sister Blue, the emotion and reason, and Pink... Well, she's developing. And come on, we hate organics, but no need to label yourself so harshly."

[Danceria]

"If the Great Diamonds are so desiring to...make contact with us filthy fleshlings, then yes." he boldly stepped forward and extended his hand. "I am Cid Raines, Ambassador on behalf of the United Kingdoms of Danceria to the Human Confederacy. You must be Yellow Diamond...leader of the Gem Military, is this correct?"

"Leader of the Gems, not just the military. We all are, to be fair. White, the commanding and calculated, I, the power and violence, my sister Blue, the emotion and reason, and Pink... Well, she's developing. And come on, we hate organics, but no need to label yourself so harshly."

"I've been called that by your kind enough to be used to the label." and that was the most reasonable of encounters..., Raines thought grimly. "Yet I must say the rumors do not do you justice. On one hand, you're not...seething with rage and smashing everything in sight. On the other hand..." Cid cheekily smirked "Ah, no, you would not like what us lowly organics state of Your Radiance..."

[Remulia]

"Oh! Здравствуйте! I didn't notice you gentlemen at first, my apologies!" The young man stood up and left his hat on the chair, then cheerfully saluted the two who approached him. "Pyotr Miroslavsky, Representative of Martian Technocractic State of Zitravgrad, at your service. It is certainly a pleasure to meet both of you."

"hello, i'm Kmer Etux of the remulian empire. great party ¿uh?" said the remulian leader, he understood the hearty "Halò" and wondered why he said that instead of a "hello", then he though that he should consider to think in another thing.

"It's a pleasure to meet the both of you. I can't wait for the Party to really start swinging. I really wish there was some music though" the Emperor says. "I'll go and call my Jazz band to set the mood." The Emperor calls them and then joined the conversation again. "They will be here in an twenty minutes, they just have to get here from my condominium Anyways, how is life in your country?"

"good, the imperium is in peace now and our scientits are investigating new technologys" said Etux, while thinking "some of that technology is from ancient races"

"Don't mess this up Sios."

The famously fearless Sios winced at the comment. He was scared of nothing, instead of two organic beings, the Kings. Nicholas and Charlie, he respected them more than anything else, in the Flesh Reapers, with respect came fear.

He was snapped out of his trance by his white armoured handler shaking him.

"Sios," the Foot Commander spoke with his gravelly monotone voice , "we should speak to the other guests."

"Very well," Sios grunted, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

The pair trudged over to where the majority of the guests were located, where Sios just stood and stared blankly into the group.

It was Save who introduced them:

"Hello. I am Foot Commander Save of the Irenton Empire, this is Legion Master Sios of the Flesh Reapers. Good to meet you."

"hello, i am Kmer Etux. leader of the remulians, good to meet you, too.

"Don't mess this up Sios."

The famously fearless Sios winced at the comment. He was scared of nothing, instead of two organic beings, the Kings. Nicholas and Charlie, he respected them more than anything else, in the Flesh Reapers, with respect came fear.

He was snapped out of his trance by his white armoured handler shaking him.

"Sios," the Foot Commander spoke with his gravelly monotone voice , "we should speak to the other guests."

"Very well," Sios grunted, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

The pair trudged over to where the majority of the guests were located, where Sios just stood and stared blankly into the group.

It was Save who introduced them:

"Hello. I am Foot Commander Save of the Irenton Empire, this is Legion Master Sios of the Flesh Reapers. Good to meet you."

"That sounds brilliant..." The young technocrat nodded to the Emperor and replied. "The Martian colony is doing quite well, sir. We are expanding the terraforming areas as well as underground colonies but those go by slowly... and what about you, sir? How are you doing currently?"

The Emperor looks at the two and says "It's a pleasure to meet you a well!" He then goes back to looking at Pyotr "Back to what we were saying, The Liamese Empire has also been doing well, we have recently started up our own Martian colonies. The Empire has also grown very wealthy because of our earthly holdings. Thank God for Capitalism, I don't know what I would do if my people didn't support free trade!" He looks towards the door and sees the band come in and set up. The emperor tells the men to stand there as he goes and helps them set up, he then comes back and the band begins playing "You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Loves You" by Dean Martin. The Emperor starts speaking to the group again, "This is one of my personal favorites."

"ahh, music, one of my favorite things in the universe, well, that song that your band is playing, emperor, will be on my favorite list"

[Higher Japan]

At first here was some light crackling, followed by the sounds of thunder and soon lightning had begun to strike outside. In the middle of the room, a cell door appeared as the two representatives, two twins, were quickly shot out before the door closed and disappeared.

[The Grand Diamond Authority]

"Leader of the Gems, not just the military. We all are, to be fair. White, the commanding and calculated, I, the power and violence, my sister Blue, the emotion and reason, and Pink... Well, she's developing. And come on, we hate organics, but no need to label yourself so harshly."

"I've been called that by your kind enough to be used to the label." and that was the most reasonable of encounters..., Raines thought grimly. "Yet I must say the rumors do not do you justice. On one hand, you're not...seething with rage and smashing everything in sight. On the other hand..." Cid cheekily smirked "Ah, no, you would not like what us lowly organics state of Your Radiance..."

"...We've... We have never met, if I even can recall. I just came here tonight for a party, not a name-slinging contest. I don't feel like upsetting the guards. Or Pink..."

[Remulia]

At first here was some light crackling, followed by the sounds of thunder and soon lightning had begun to strike outside. In the middle of the room, a cell door appeared as the two representatives, two twins, were quickly shot out before the door closed and disappeared.

"and that's what i call a "dinamic entry"" said the Kmer, he saw the gems talking to another representative...
"no problems there" though.

[Danceria]

"I've been called that by your kind enough to be used to the label." and that was the most reasonable of encounters..., Raines thought grimly. "Yet I must say the rumors do not do you justice. On one hand, you're not...seething with rage and smashing everything in sight. On the other hand..." Cid cheekily smirked "Ah, no, you would not like what us lowly organics state of Your Radiance..."

"...We've... We have never met, if I even can recall. I just came here tonight for a party, not a name-slinging contest. I don't feel like upsetting the guards. Or Pink..."

Cid blinked "I...apologize...it is just..." He sighed. Dancerians were ardent opponents of Gems, as they viewed them as the antithesis of all life in the Galaxy.

[The Liamese Empire]

"Don't mess this up Sios."

The famously fearless Sios winced at the comment. He was scared of nothing, instead of two organic beings, the Kings. Nicholas and Charlie, he respected them more than anything else, in the Flesh Reapers, with respect came fear.

He was snapped out of his trance by his white armoured handler shaking him.

"Sios," the Foot Commander spoke with his gravelly monotone voice , "we should speak to the other guests."

"Very well," Sios grunted, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

The pair trudged over to where the majority of the guests were located, where Sios just stood and stared blankly into the group.

It was Save who introduced them:

"Hello. I am Foot Commander Save of the Irenton Empire, this is Legion Master Sios of the Flesh Reapers. Good to meet you."

"It is certainly nice to meet both of you as well, sir." Pyotr nodded. A handshake was far-fetched from what he had noticed from the Legion Master. But everyone was to be treated with equal respect. "Pyotr Miroslavsky of Martian Technocracy of Zitravgrad." He introduced himself again, having expected to be doing this for a long, long while.

The Emperor looks at the two and says "It's a pleasure to meet you a well!" He then goes back to looking at Pyotr "Back to what we were saying, The Liamese Empire has also been doing well, we have recently started up our own Martian colonies. The Empire has also grown very wealthy because of our earthly holdings. Thank God for Capitalism, I don't know what I would do if my people didn't support free trade!" He looks towards the door and sees the band come in and set up. The emperor tells the men to stand there as he goes and helps them set up, he then comes back and the band begins playing "You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Loves You" by Dean Martin. The Emperor starts speaking to the group again, "This is one of my personal favorites."

"Ahh... I understand the merits of capitalism and I am happy that it goes well for your nation." The technocrat folded his lips at the words 'God' and 'capitalism'. But even as the most extreme atheist socialist, he had learned to co-exist. He swiftly changed the topic when he saw the chances. "I haven't heard it before... but jazz is always nice to listen to."

"Jazz, unlike any sort of modern music, is an art. You must be able to improvise at any time which is a beautiful part of it." Emperor Roger tells Pyotr.

"It's a pleasure to meet the both of you. I can't wait for the Party to really start swinging. I really wish there was some music though" the Emperor says. "I'll go and call my Jazz band to set the mood." The Emperor calls them and then joined the conversation again. "They will be here in an twenty minutes, they just have to get here from my condominium Anyways, how is life in your country?"

"good, the imperium is in peace now and our scientits are investigating new technologys" said Etux, while thinking "some of that technology is from ancient races"

"Don't mess this up Sios."

The famously fearless Sios winced at the comment. He was scared of nothing, instead of two organic beings, the Kings. Nicholas and Charlie, he respected them more than anything else, in the Flesh Reapers, with respect came fear.

He was snapped out of his trance by his white armoured handler shaking him.

"Sios," the Foot Commander spoke with his gravelly monotone voice , "we should speak to the other guests."

"Very well," Sios grunted, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

The pair trudged over to where the majority of the guests were located, where Sios just stood and stared blankly into the group.

It was Save who introduced them:

"Hello. I am Foot Commander Save of the Irenton Empire, this is Legion Master Sios of the Flesh Reapers. Good to meet you."

"hello, i am Kmer Etux. leader of the remulians, good to meet you, too.

The Emperor looks at the two and says "It's a pleasure to meet you a well!" He then goes back to looking at Pyotr "Back to what we were saying, The Liamese Empire has also been doing well, we have recently started up our own Martian colonies. The Empire has also grown very wealthy because of our earthly holdings. Thank God for Capitalism, I don't know what I would do if my people didn't support free trade!" He looks towards the door and sees the band come in and set up. The emperor tells the men to stand there as he goes and helps them set up, he then comes back and the band begins playing "You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Loves You" by Dean Martin. The Emperor starts speaking to the group again, "This is one of my personal favorites."

"ahh, music, one of my favorite things in the universe, well, that song that your band is playing, emperor, will be on my favorite list"

The emperor begins speaking to Kmer "Please do, it is always good to introduce someone to Dean, he was one of the best performers in the 1960's and was a favorite of my father who introduced him to me." The band leader then says they will begin taking suggestions and start freestyling.

[Martian Technocratic State of Zitravgrad]

The atmosphere had become an improvement... for the time being. Pyotr watched as the band played and listened. Jazz would quite fit as the background music for diplomatic meetings, if one didn't count orchestra. "I agree... indeed there is something that has preserved the genre for many decades."

At first here was some light crackling, followed by the sounds of thunder and soon lightning had begun to strike outside. In the middle of the room, a cell door appeared as the two representatives, two twins, were quickly shot out before the door closed and disappeared.

The young technocrat raised his brows. That was quite a fancy entry... but seemed convenient.

[Remulia]

"...We've... We have never met, if I even can recall. I just came here tonight for a party, not a name-slinging contest. I don't feel like upsetting the guards. Or Pink..."

Cid blinked "I...apologize...it is just..." He sighed. Dancerians were ardent opponents of Gems, as they viewed them as the antithesis of all life in the Galaxy.

"if you excuse me" said the Kmer to his talk partners "there's someone who need help in this room right know". he approached slowly to the group of gems and the Dancerian and made his presence known with a "hello there, let me introduce myself: i'm Kmer Etux, comander-in-chief of the remulian imperium, nice to meet you"

[Pax Cybertronian]

The Emperor walks right past the inquisitor and shouts to Megatron "HELLO LADDIE!" with a Jack Daniels bottle in hand. The Inquisitor then tries to tell the Emperor to calm down. The Emperor begins to shout at him using expletives that should not be used by any tongue after. This scares the Cybertron more than anyone can imagine. He then walks up and takes a seat at the table right next to Megatron and says to him "How are you doin' this evening my friend, still hating us 'Organics' as usual?"

"As usual, yes," Megatron responded. In the corner, Soundwave seemed to roll his optics at him and continued to greet the guests, sometimes asking for further identification. "

Naralka floated into the dining room and rested on a chair. “I see a bunch of robots and a drunk man. All of them completely inept.” She leaned back. “Well then, metal man, entertain me. Make this worth my while.”

"I'm not inept," Megatron dissented. "Now then, as for entertainment... the Entertainment Theatre is over to the right. What would you like? Soap operas? Coliseum fights? Court cases rigged against a participant?"

And as usual, or at least lately, the four massive and brightly colored women whom had always been visiting usually every occasion that Megatron himself had been to, are on the scene!

The Diamonds looked about the current partygoers, and went to grab empty seating for them, or at least places for them to hang by. "Well, another party, another group of folk to meet. Hopefully less organics this time around." White Diamond muttered a bit to herself. "I have quite the faith that Lord Megatron can run a party as well as he can run an empire."

Megatron proceeded to nod at the Diamonds. "There will hopefully be less organics this time around," he confirmed. "Cybertron is currently known as a place heavily focused on techno supremacism. That, and there's a lot of secret police scurrying around the Empire. I'd bet that some of the organics get themselves killed on the way here."

Kmer Etux arrived to the "party": he was using a robotic body, to make his presence more tolerable...the leader of the remulian race saw the other arrivals and said a simple, but elegant, "hello" before taking a seat: that robotic body was created to eat and process normal food.

"Greetings," Megatron said. "So, you too are a mechanoid? That, and you, from what my sources have heard, can consume food that is not energon. Have you, since your forging, ever consumed or heard about energon?"

And as usual, or at least lately, the four massive and brightly colored women whom had always been visiting usually every occasion that Megatron himself had been to, are on the scene!

The Diamonds looked about the current partygoers, and went to grab empty seating for them, or at least places for them to hang by. "Well, another party, another group of folk to meet. Hopefully less organics this time around." White Diamond muttered a bit to herself. "I have quite the faith that Lord Megatron can run a party as well as he can run an empire."

Pyotr Miroslavsky folded his lips at the "less organic" part. Funny, he came here by himself but with the double-assurance from Time-Traveling Association that he could reverse things if situation turned on to be life-threatening. Perhaps he might need it...

But he walked in anyway. He could be easily recognized as a tall and slim figure in Blue Army uniform with lab coat over it, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Miroslavsky might be armed, with time rather than anything. The young representative took a seat and hoped this party didn't go like General Valentijn's party that he remembered time warping into.

Megatron would proceed to say "Greetings" at Miroslavsky. "So, you are the leaders of Mars. Over here, Mars is known as the first colony of one of our long-standing nemesis - the Human Confederacy."

A dark haired and blue eyed man entered seemingly on his own, briskly walking towards the main hall. A representative of both Danceria, and by extension, the Human Confederacy, he had to appeal to the thought that Cybertronians could still be negotiated with. A thought that he did not believe in the slightest.

Still, he was an ambassador, one of the best in modern history (if the newspapers were to be believed) so let's see what's on the current roster of respectable people right now?

The Gems were there, (of course, birds of an organic hating feather...), and White Diamond herself no less! A surprise to the Dancerian, though uncertain whether or not it would be pleasant or not. Then there was a decked out human who swore and swigged almost as much as a Skyhookedian. The Ambassador smiled, it was this side of humanity that was paradoxically it's best. Highly irreverent towards whatever was out there, determined to conquer it, and pisses on the shadowy figure in the corner. Speaking of "whatever was out there"... he recognized the tentacled-elephant like figure from his monarch's rantings, after spontaneously vanishing after walking out the front door of Castle Argenost. The scientists were still unsure what precisely happened, or if His Highness's rantings were to be believed, but all they knew he was...changed. He made a mental note to avoid it like the plague.

Disregarding almost everything he learned in Basic Politics 101, he made his way towards the scantily clad female. She talked a big game, hopefully she could back it up.

Megatron walked up to the Ambassador, noting his appearance and wondering if he knew about the CTCF. "So, you are a representative of the Human Confederacy?" Megatron inquired. "Or at least, an incarnation of them?"

"A Death Guard shouldn't have to visit parties," Sios grumbled to himself as he made his way inside. His armour was still stained with the blood of thousands of Wraiths, the scum hadn't stood a chance against him and his Flesh Reapers, the finest force ever to grace the galaxy with their murderous presence. Sure, some of these robots were a little taller than him, but that didn't mean he was at a disadvantage when it came to a fight, he always thought of the fight. Even with his own allies, whenever he walked into a room, you can guarantee he'd already formulated a plan to kill everything inside and come out unscathed. This was... slightly different. He'd have to fight though a whole planet of things that reminded him of Sentinels. "Sentinels," he grumbled again, this time with more malice, he hated those walking tin cans with a passion, even more so than he did everything else that existed. That's why he was such a good killer.

Except he had been sworn not to kill anything on this planet.

That's why he was even more angry than usual. Beneath his blood stained black helmet, his eyes glew red with an irradiating fury, he exuded such strong murderous intent that even his 'carer' Commander SV-67 or 'Save' as he was known by his troops, kept his polite distance, always waiting to see what the kill crazy Death Guard was going to do next.

He stopped suddenly, staring blankly into one area of the room, the sense of righteous and holy hatred giving him a slight red aura. Save stepped forwards, noticing what he was looking at, it seemed harmless to him. Four brightly coloured women was all, nothing wrong with a bit of colour...

Oh.

Sios of the Death Guard, Master of the Flesh Reapers Legion, was well known for having everything in existence, yet there was one thing he hated more than that.

The colour pink.

He despised it, loathed it, abhorred it, he had once almost crushed the skull of Legion Master Revik of the Swords of Blood after he had noticed Revik's helmet had a small pink Stripe down the centre.

Save would have to move quickly to defuse the situation.

"My lord," his voice gravelly and alien, "we should go and meet the guests, the Kings would not wish for us to come back without making some new allies."

After what felt like an eternity, Sios answered, the speaker in his helmet making his voice robotic but no less menacing, "very well. Lead the way."

"Kings preserve me." he thought as he walked into the crowd.

Instead of Megatron, Shockwave - an advisor of Megatron and the chief of the Department of Scientific Advancement - walked in front of him. "Greetings. Welcome to the High Pavilions. I trust your trip went well?"

The representative for the Imperial Regions was TX-90, a calculating T-series Tactical Droid. The metal body clanked as it walked, and the droid utilized its joints to bow in front of Megatron.

"Greetings, your Majesty. I am TX-90, a T-series Tactical Droid model 3 controlled by the HELIX A.I. I have been chosen to be the representative for the Imperial Regions of Commerce for this meeting."

The droid walked to the table and sat down, with its dead optics staring into space.

Megatron nodded at the droid. "So, you're the representative of the IROC?" he inquired. "Well, tell your leader that I send him my kindest regards. Now, then; why have you come here, I must ask?"

At first here was some light crackling, followed by the sounds of thunder and soon lightning had begun to strike outside. In the middle of the room, a cell door appeared as the two representatives, two twins, were quickly shot out before the door closed and disappeared.

Several guards instinctively aimed their weapons at the duo, though Megatron, just as quickly, raised his servo at them in a manner ordering them to "lower their weapons". The guards followed through with their orders and Gutcruncher, formally known as the Economics Officer, walked up to them and nodded at them.

"Greetings. You are the representatives of the Higher Japanese, am I correct? Sent by Her Majesty herself?"

Verndara Manor, Gesh'rigu Hall
Bo'kan Ko'la relaxed on the wonderful Renstar-manufactured couch in the lounge room in the center of the room that the Gesh'rigu members had beneath Sekka's manor. While small in comparison to their respective homes, the room was a location with plenty of amenities, & considering its smaller space, it was easier to access all of them. One of these such features was an exceptional postal & communication service: the Verndara Emerald Postal, which was partially managed by the ever-helpful (& exceptionally talented) Psytrines. Any message for multiversal meetings available to the Parfuhmerians would be relayed to the Gesh'rigu members & Sekka by the service.

With a sound like that of a ringing bell, a dove with an olive branch arrived in the underground room through a transportation crystal in the room, depositing a letter in Bo'kan's lap before landing on her shoulder, lightly bobbing its head up & down, as though poorly fanning her with the branch. "A dinner with an organic-hating bot, huh?" she said, reading the letter, "I'd say I've had to deal with worse than that, although the food might be even worse than Ur-Tarsh..." She paused, shivering at the memory of the town's absolutely horrendous food that made even Azsh'aloth — who had lived in the town for a week & had to subsist on their food — sick, even when it was his second visit to the town.

"Not possible," she said to herself, even the dove nodding its head intensely at her statement, "By Hekate's torch, I don't see how anyone can make food so terrible. I'd rather eat scorched Tartarian meat." After saying this, she would then wave her torch in a circle, opening a swirling purple vortex in front of her. As she entered, the dove on her shoulder flew into the crystal it came out from, back to Psytronius, or some other location.

Vos
Teleporting to the front of the entrance at The High Pavilions, Bo'kan exited her portal, her blue torch in hand & wearing her usual purple & gray dress. "Quite authoritative," she commented, looking at the Decepticon city below, "Reminds me of Kha-Beleth's personally-ruled cities." Being the leader of the finicky lot that was the Ashan Demon race, Kha-Beleth needed to use terror to ensure that he could successfully command his race & serve the dragon god of chaos, Urgash, well. Bo'kan would then walk up to the entrance of The High Pavilions, noticing Soundwave at the side. "Good day," she greeted the robot, "I am Bo'kan Ko'la of Parfuhmerie, here for The Decepticon Iaconian Dinner."

"I can confirm that your name is on the guest list," Soundwave replied. "I think that it should be imperative that you do not anger the guards, for obvious reasons." Soundwave waved his servo, aiming at the interior. "You may proceed."

After some time had passed, the droid would crane its metal neck upward.

"Why has the meeting not started yet? I was told this was a meeting, not a social interaction. Perhaps this wasn't as diplomatic as I was told it was."

TX-90, being further ignored, continued sitting quietly by himself.

Megatron walked back over to TX-90 and bent down ever so slightly, presumably to catch a better glimpse of the droid. "It's a diplomatic meeting, that I can confirm. The so-called "social interaction" is a mere side-effect. Now then, as for diplomacy... What would you be interested in discussing?"

Victor entered the dining hall with dark energon dripping from a open wound on his arm, this was strange for someone with a mortal appearance to have this within his vines but he was a creation of the Sovereign’s experiment many centuries ago....Victor look at everyone, smiled chuckling.”Improve your warriors, Megatron, they are weak and you call your species superior? Ha! What a depressing joke, or maybe that haven’t faced someone with the incarnation of what is terror by the spinning wheels of madness.Nevertheless, I’m not here to make friends but to make the Cybertron friends with the Federation with such a warmongering Republic closingly bordering your Dominion, which could cause a unwanted or wanted war between the two....How entertaining souls that be the clash of titans! The brutality of the Republic Vs. the brutality of the Cybertronian Empire! Tickets for everyone to see, the house will be full to see such a incident.” Victor was on the Chancellor’s payroll since the head diplomat was executed for a scandal and had no one time to take his place for this unforeseen invitation to the Cybertronian homeland.As, Victor being the best choice to talk to such monsters it was monster to monster to achieve dialogue with the masters of two hawkish nations to deter from clashing heads in the near future like Victor said, the expansion of the Republic was almost at Megatron’s doorstep.

"To be honest, I'd want a war with the Federation..." one of the Decepticon guards muttered under his breath, before being hit with the hilt of a Shoomer by a fellow guard, who reminded him that it was a quote-unquote, "diplomatic meeting" and to keep their "intentions regarding the Federation silent".

Meanwhile, Megatron walked over to Victor and looked at him. "So, am I correct in saying that you're the representative of the Imperial Federation?" he inquired. "Well, then... You and I both know that our two empires are extremely hawkish. So, I can only presume that the reason you have been sent here is because your leader wishes to preserve the peace. Am I correct in my assumption?"

A nondescript four-door sedan has arrived at the scene. The door opens to reveal a young woman in her early 20s, grey jacket with a pink blouse underneath, arrived with a small polaroid camera. Height of 228.60 cm, or 7 feet and 6 inches, according to some outdated form of measurement.

Given how Valentijn and the rest have been busy, this woman called Head Diplomat Charlene Jeannie Natalia Adeline Marceline Christine Irelle joins Lord Megatron’s dinner on behalf of Valentine Z and its autonomous states. Charlene hastily put a lens cover on her camera to indicate that she is not going to use it anytime soon. She has only taken a few steps, and already she knew that the atmosphere is a little too tense for her liking – there are guards everywhere, and overall, this whole place seems like a military installation. And that was precisely the reason why she slapped on a lens cap on her camera. After all, it was simply to take away a few memories, only if Lord Megatron is going to permit her to use the camera to take a few pictures here and there.

“Well, here it goes,” Charlene muttered to herself, as she quickly strolled across the Main Hall, while noticing all the other guests that are already present.

“I am so sorry I’m late, Lord Megatron,” Charlene introduced herself to the towering Decepticon, “I am Head Diplomat Charlene, but Charlene is simply enough, yes? I came on behalf of Valentijn and his friends; they have been a little busy back in Valentine Z!”

"What is the camera for, organic?" a nearby guard inquired. "Conveinence? Is it for habitual or cultural purposes?" Noting that there was a lens cap over the camera, the trooper would then growl, "What? Do you want permission? Go ask Megatron."

Suddenly, Soundwave stepped towards Charlene, and said: "You may take pictures of the Pavilions, within reason. We will temporarily deactivate your camera if necessary." Soundwave would then resume his post, greeting the guests nearby.

[Martian Technocratic State of Zitravgrad]

Megatron would proceed to say "Greetings" at Miroslavsky. "So, you are the leaders of Mars. Over here, Mars is known as the first colony of one of our long-standing nemesis - the Human Confederacy."

"From where I hail from, considered a parallel universe to many, Mars is divided by several nations and we Zitravgradians only occupy its high points near Olympus Mons. But indeed, I come on the behalf of all colonies on Mars, in the name of League of Nations and Colonies. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir." Pyotr omitted a few more details which could be deemed unsavory.

[-The Imperial Federation-]

“Yes, Lord Megatron.A temporary peace as the Chancellor is no fool to everlasting peace being a reality with any nation.But attempts to It are only what is important between titans is it not?” Said Victor having taken an earful of what the decepticon guard said in the background, plaguing his mind with predictions of federal troops and decepticons laying waste to one another in the far future though this was only a prediction stirred in his mind.War is really not up his alley as being merc can’t generate credits with military powers clashing, not swell for his wallet.

[Remulia]

"Greetings," Megatron said. "So, you too are a mechanoid? That, and you, from what my sources have heard, can consume food that is not energon. Have you, since your forging, ever consumed or heard about energon?"

"so, that's their fuel" though Etux "hello, for your first question...so-so, and for the secon question..nope, this is the first time i've ever heard of energon, maybe you can give me a sample of energon, so my scientists can investigate it for peaceful reason" said the Kmer while thinking "and search ways to weaponize that"

[Valentine Z]

"What is the camera for, organic?" a nearby guard inquired. "Conveinence? Is it for habitual or cultural purposes?" Noting that there was a lens cap over the camera, the trooper would then growl, "What? Do you want permission? Go ask Megatron."

Suddenly, Soundwave stepped towards Charlene, and said: "You may take pictures of the Pavilions, within reason. We will temporarily deactivate your camera if necessary." Soundwave would then resume his post, greeting the guests nearby.

A little bit nervous over the height of the Decepticon, Charlene stammered for a moment before being able to form a coherent sentence, “Why, it’s for cultural purposes, my good Sir. It’s simply for memory purposes, nothing else. I take a picture, then I pin it on my home’s wall. And thank you for directing me!”

Charlene quickly walked towards Megatron as aforementioned, whom the latter said something about being able to take pictures of the Pavilions.

“Of course… Sir Soundwave, is it?” Charlene agreed with him, “Anything you want, I will be happy to oblige. I hope your deactivation methods does not damage my camera; it’s been with me for quite some time.”

Charlene made herself available, walking around the Pavilion and looking at the guests around. All of them are formally dressed, some more than her. Charlene went for a simpler route, with the aforementioned grey jacket. “Ugh, I should have worn more formally,” she thought to herself.

"Lord Megatron will lead the Cybertronian race! Hail Megatron! Death to organic life!"

The constantly repeating propaganda piece was a little concerning for Charlene. After all, she is one, and she was afraid of what Megatron might do if something as simple as a misstep happens. That is going to be the thought for another time, she thought to herself, as she makes her way to the bar, ran by one bartender that seems to smile quite a few times.

“Hmm, how much for the drinks, my dear Sir? Or better yet, actually, what’s the exchange rate between 1 Valentian Credit (US$ 2.10) and… whatever you use here as currency?”

[Eodor]

"Indeed it did. Our ship passed straight through the eye of a Razer Swarm Fleet," Sios chuckled maliciously, "thousands of those bugs tried to board. Never have I had so much fun crushing the skulls of mindless beasts." Sios' fists smashed together, all the while he was continuing his hearty, murderous chuckle.

Save, however, was much more sane in how he handled the situation, "the Empire thanks you for your hospitality."

Save's wrist communicator began beeping, earning a glance from the Decepticon. He tapped out a code on the device, which flashed and began to emit sound:

"Foot Commander, we're holding open the Swarm Fleet, but we've taken casualties and we've got Razers crawling all over half the fleet. We estimate we can hold another two days at best. Fourth out."

Save then communicated this message to Sios, who fell back into his angry state, but almost seemed sad at not being in the fight.

"Anyways, we have been ordered to conduct diplomacy on behalf of the Irenton Empire, to you. I have never done diplomacy so, I don't know where to start."

[The Coalition Theomilitary]

Two figures approach the High Pavilions. The first, a giant hulking mass of a man, wears a longcoat in the standard cobalt blue of the Coalition, emblazoned with medals of rank and valor. The second, a girl of childlike proportions, would seem hardly noticeable at first if it weren't for the garish, rainbow like color of her long hair, gemstone encrusted crown atop her head, and the questionably odd attire of a maidservant. The two would approach the entrance, where Soundwave was still greeting the guests. The girl stepped forward to address the Grand Inquisitor...

"Greetings." The diminutive female curtsied towards the towering Decepticon. "We are representatives from the Coalition of United Houses, here to observe the proceedings and indulge in your culture. I am known as Synthia Vas' Cordari, Seer of House Palanus. My partner here, is known more simply and informally as Chaddeus, my appointed bodyguard."

Chaddeus nodded, raising his hand in greeting. "I am here to see that nothing untoward happens to the fine mistress. I do hope my presence will not cause any issues."

[Remulia]

Two figures approach the High Pavilions. The first, a giant hulking mass of a man, wears a longcoat in the standard cobalt blue of the Coalition, emblazoned with medals of rank and valor. The second, a girl of childlike proportions, would seem hardly noticeable at first if it weren't for the garish, rainbow like color of her long hair, gemstone encrusted crown atop her head, and the questionably odd attire of a maidservant. The two would approach the entrance, where Soundwave was still greeting the guests. The girl stepped forward to address the Grand Inquisitor...

"Greetings." The diminutive female curtsied towards the towering Decepticon. "We are representatives from the Coalition of United Houses, here to observe the proceedings and indulge in your culture. I am known as Synthia Vas' Cordari, Seer of House Palanus. My partner here, is known more simply and informally as Chaddeus, my appointed bodyguard."

Chaddeus nodded, raising his hand in greeting. "I am here to see that nothing untoward happens to the fine mistress. I do hope my presence will not cause any issues."

the remulian leader approached the newscomers, secure of himself.
"hello, welcome to the party, i'm Etux, Kmer, or leader, of the remulian race: it's an honor to meet you"