Having Ridden The Lighting. (FT, Intro, Open)

[Terra Reborn]

H.M.S Excalibur
Excalibur Class Command Carrier
Exu System (Imperial Assumption)
July 22nd 2844 (Imperial Reckoning)

Daserian smiled as he read the message in question, it was after all a perfectly legitmate reason to be exploring anywhere. He had encountered the Alversian's five times now, being the only Warship in the Imperial Navy for nearly a year meant that he got around a few places and would be most likely to run into various species on more than one occasion. As of the month before, Excalibur was joined by two other vessels, both Typhoon Class Cruisers, they had been deemed the perfect compliment to the Battleship rated Command Carrier that was the Excalibur. The H.M.S Intrepid under the command of Katherine Bartlet, and the H.M.S Adventure under Captain Mark Brenhan. Now all they needed was to get a full strike group together and they could launch the effort to secure the Apilon Sector.

"Captain?" Evelyn repeated, as her Captain had been looking out into space with a glazed look as if he was reminising.

"Yes?"

"Archduke Kerron was instructed us to request a diplomatic meeting with these people" Evelyn replied "Should I open a channel?"

"Please"

TO: Planetside
High Templar, upon recieving instructions from his Grace, Archduke Walker Kerron, I have been authorised to partake in Diplomatic Discussions, and as a result I would like to request a meeting of some description to discuss various matters.
Captain Daserian Cain

[The Akilae Tribe]

Templar Hall.

Executor Tarrun eye'd the message from Captain Cain. he paced the floor for a few moments before responding.
" You may proceed Captain Daserian Cain, My subordinate High Templar Janzir Is meeting with the various race's wishing to speak with us. you may join them. the coordinates that follow are where your shuttle or other planetside mode will land. be aware that my Templar will remain in escort formation around youre ship." Tapping the screen with his finger Tarrun quickly gave the Excalibur coordinates to the spot just outside the city where Janzir and her bodyguard waited.

Exu's system, Space.

The Alversian Operations officer was quite correct in his assumption of thing's. The Two Protoss Scout's were an Outdated Design. that is when they were compared to the Phoenix fighters. Dispite their age old bodywork and system's, the Scout was still an advanced fightercraft, but was steadily being replaced by it's phoenix counterpart. As was the way of such thing's the Scout outnumbered the Phoenix in the Exu's fleet, but still capeable of holding it's own in a dogfight. the second thing he was correct about was the course.

the two scout's took position either side of the Ezra, Slightly ahead of the Science vessel, and guided it into orbit around the planet. Again coordinates were sent telling who ever was to act as diplomat where to land.

The two Scout's around the Vetegan battlecruiser sheperded the larger craft into orbit aswell. But the orbit style was clear. Should the battlecruiser give up the ghost, it would burn up in the atmosphere or impact no where near even a single protoss. with less than ten thousand even one was a dear loss.

[Greywatch]

As the diplomat prepared her environmental suit, the Seraphim’s last systems checks were completed and the dropship detached itself from its carrier. If the Seraphim was built for one thing, it was speed; as soon as the grav-locks holding it were free it took no time in heading to the designated coordinates at high, yet safe, speed. Unlike the matte black color of the ship, the Seraphim was made of a glossy silver alloy that shone a bright yellow as it came through the atmosphere. As it neared its destination the intelligence guiding the transport activated the forward anti-gravity generators, slowing the small vessel and touching it down softly at the given coordinates. Up close it was apparent the craft was made to transport no more than a dozen individuals.

The back of the craft opened up allowing two individuals to exit. The first was a Xarnii combat droid; a bipedal, armored machine of primarily beige coloration with red highlights. Standing at nearly six feet in height, the only visible weapons on its body were a sonic shotgun and stun baton at its sides, there wasn’t much of a reason to carry more or less than that as was protocol when escorting a diplomat. Its almost unremakrable frame was home to a powerful array of sensors that would allow it to judge any kind of danger and report it directly both to the ship in orbit and the diplomat which it escorted. The second figure to emerge was the diplomat herself, a somewhat young Greywatcher dressed in a lightly armored white environmental suit with cyan trim, much like her uniform. The visor on her helmet was transparent and large enough to allow her entire face to be seen; through it one could see the friendly face of the Greywatcher, her brown eyes looking at what was around her in curiosity, a slight smile on her lips. As was protocol for new worlds, members of first contact parties wore environmental suits so as not to worry about atmosphere differences and foreign bacteria.

The diplomat stepped forward, past her guardian toward the High Templar. She offered a bow first and introduced herself, “Greetings. My name is Rebecca Marsh. On behalf of the Cryptic Coalition I thank you for allowing us to establish this diplomatic contact.”

[Alversia]

Erza, Bridge

“Ma’am, we’re picking up another transmission from the surface. They are giving us landing co-ordinates.” The Operations Officer reported yet again, his eyes firmly on his console and avoiding the case of his CO. Paterson nodded in thanks and knew that it would be she who led the first contact team. Looking across at her XO, a more burly and experienced Alversian who had seen combat in a dozen different systems and seemed to carry a scar from each. He looked at her, waiting for the inevitable question.

“Displacement?” She thought aloud. The Alversian shook his head.

“They’ve given co-ordinates for a shuttle launch. They obviously expect you to do this conventionally.”

Paterson nodded her thanks, “You have the bridge.” She turned on her heel and departed, less than fifteen minutes after she had arrived.

Boarding the shuttle with the two Marines who were to act as her escort, the Alversian made sure her uniform was in a presentable condition and settled back into the comfortable chair with a sigh. She felt a small jerk as the shuttle moved forward out of the hangar bay, engaging the inertial dampeners to stop them all being atomised instantly.

The little shuttle took less than five minutes to make it from the Erza’s position to the landing co-ordinates. Once they had settled gently down, the Captain took a breath to calm her nerves and stepped forward out of the hatch as it hissed open, her escort on her shoulders.

[Terra Reborn]

H.M.S Excalibur
Excalibur Class Command Carrier
Exu System (Imperial Assumption)
July 22nd 2844 (Imperial Reckoning)

"Commander Laszeen, you have the ship" Daserian instructed as he stood from the command chair and looked around the bridge "Have a shuttle ready on the flight deck, someone find Lieutenant Slait and have him report to me on the shuttle, Fixer as well"

With that Daserian took his Captain's great coat from the back of the command chair and slipped it on, over the normal uniform jacket. Doing up the buttons as he slowly walked through the ship he watched the activity around them. As it became clear that they weren't about to be fired upon, the crew were standing down from their stations and generally relaxing for the time being. Those who were meant to be off duty returned to either their quarters or the mess to wind down. Several example's of the NS-5 were moving throughout the ship, doing whatever tasks that had been assigned to carry out. Like the Human crew they offered picture-perfect salutes as they passed.

Soon arriving on the Flight deck, Daserian strode across the great expanse of deck, in between the Excalibur's deadly complement of F-150 'Spectre' Starfighters, at least three of which appeared to be on alert in case the shore-party was betrayed by their hosts. As far as Daserian knew they had never encountered these people before, so what the cause of their apparant anticipation was, he didn't know. The Imperial Shuttle was waiting for them, it's wings that would aid in agility in the atmosphere were still safely tucked inside the hull of the Shuttlecraft. Daserian greeted his Security chief, and the NS-5 before climbing aboard the shuttle which promptly blasted from the deck.

Imperial Shuttlecraft Pulsar

As the Shuttle banked down towards the planet, it's strong yet thin wings emerged from the hull and snapped into position. As they entered the atmosphere the ride was increidbly smooth, helped along by the wings. Almost gliding through the skies the shuttle shone in the sunlight as it cruised towards their assigned landing area. Daserian couldn't help but admit, if only to himself, but he was nervous, so was Slait, the Humanoid-badger-esque creature that served as his chief of shipboard security, if less overtly. The only member of the landing party that looked calm was the NS-5.

Daserian smiled as the shuttle bumped slightly as it landed. The buzz of machines as the wings were withdrawn inside the shuttle. The Pilot would remain onboard. Both Shailt and Deserian were armed with a P1 Sidearm, although they also had a NS-5 with them, they had a significant defensive advantage, namely the speed and strength provided by the Robotic. Daserian pulled on his great coat again, placed his officers cap on his head and led the way off the shuttle. Slait on one side, Fixer on the other.

[Vetega]

He was resting when someone knocked on his door.
"Come." he replied.
As his first officer sat down he heaved out a long sigh of annoyance.
"What is it Orrin?"
"Anias I've chaecked our sensor logs. Before they were knocked offline they recorded a large surge of energy directly in our wake." he said.
"How far?"he asked with renewed interest.
"25 lightyears. 12 ships in total. Three of those are battleships. We can't take that kind of firepower alone. And to make things worse..."
"Spit it out!"he yelled.
"Not far from the task force was an even larger signiture. Pure syranite energy. Either it's a superbattleship, or the Emperor has come come here himself in the Seraphia." he sighed.
He leaned back with awe. The last time they saw the Emperor was when he had let them escape. Was he coming here to destroy them? Or was he going to sit back and watch as if he were putting their ship through some kind of test. He got up and stalked to the bridge.
"I want the hyperdrive up and running as soon as possible. Repair all weapons systems and make sure our shield backups are patched up. And I want crews on the hull now! We are at Condition 1 people."he ordered as he walked quikly to a console and began to insert command codes. Klaxons went off all over the ship as they made hasty repairs.

[The Akilae Tribe]

Landing Zone.

The Protoss greeting each diplomat was a sight to behold. As Rebecca Marsh exited she saw the welcoming party. Two great tank sized walkers, Either side of the greeting path, The droid's sensor array picking up both heavy plasma sheild's and a wounded life form matching that of the protoss deep within their Armourd hull.

the protoss themselves Stood tall, Three meters tall, or atleast two or three inch's shy of Ten foot tall. Each wore a suit of Powered armour, that did little to add to their height. again durable sheilding was around the six most millatry looking while the only Female amoung them wore a lighter version of the same suit. her suit was much more ornate. the bracers of each Protoss hummed with power. but that was all ornamentation. The distinguising featires of each protoss was their lack of mouth's, two glowing eyes, digitigrade legs, semi-permeable skin covered in scales, four digits on their hands of which two looked suspiciously like thumbs, broad chests and shoulders and narrow waists with slim midsections. Extending back from the crown of the head,there was a bony crest. Beneath it, emerging from the back of the head looked something like Dreadlocks.

The Female Stepped forward away from the guards, and the true method of communication became clear, the protoss were telepathic. "Entaro Auir Rebecca Marsh, I am High Templar Janzir, On behalf of the Protoss we welcome you to Exu's. A Space for diplomatic contact has been set aside for you and the others that will be arriving. Please, follow these two Templar as they escort you there. I must meet with the others as they arrive." Two of the Zealot's stepped forward, Hands saluting to their chest's as they greeted the greywatcher "Follow us honoured guest." Spoke one his voice, like Janzir's flat and emotionless, but none the less different in tone and feel.

They turned to leave and escorted Rebecca to the edge of the city and then through it. Up close, The protoss buildings were like themselve's, tall and strongly built, though they had a huge otherworldly grace to them. Huge crystals that would make a geologyst jittery in anticipation or a dimond dealer drool sat floating in areas. the streets parted for the two templar either by other unarmoured protoss or the myriad of bweeping whineing drones. Even here in the capital. It was clear that there was only a few thousand at most inhabiting the immediate area.

Again the same scene greeted Toni paterson and her marines, The protoss overshadowing the naturaly tall alversian's. again Janzir spoke, her voice echoing in Toni's mind "Entaro Auir Alversian, I am High Templar Janzir, On behalf of the Protoss We welcome you to Exu's." Toni's response was interuppted by the landing of the Imperial shuttle prompting the four other Zealot's to tense up a little. As the door opened for Capitain Cain Janzir's eye's narrowed somewhat. While the Welcoming party Trumped anyones immediate protection curtosy of the Two armoured Dragoon's, the Templar guard's made no threatening moves. There was a small awkward silence as Janzir reguarded both parties, That silence was broken as one visiting offical spoke.

[Vetega]

Flagahip Seraphia
Near the edge of the system

The Emperor had called an emergency meeting with his admiral and the bridge crew. They all exchanged worried glances as he beagn.
"Now listen to me carefully. The only reason we are here is to test Captain Anias's ability to survive. He became a traitor to the Federation once he rescued those POW's, but all of you know him. He wouldn't do this unless he had good reason to. General Hardison was up to something on that prison planet, and Anias found out about it. We will watch the battle that is to come, but if his ship is too damaged to fight we will intervene." he said.
"What about the Protoss?" Rayborne asked.
"I have no doubt in my mind that they will get involved rather than see a ship full of refugees be destroyed by an overwhelming force. If the general can't handle them then so be it. We will have to explain ourselves though. If we kill him now it could start a civil war. He has too much support." he replied.
They nodded in agreement. It was well known that Joesph had gathered enough power to try a coup if desired.
"If that is all, then lets get to work people. Give Joesph the green light. Stay well behind his task force and out of range of any ships. I don't want to get drawn in. Comms, send a message to the Protoss enlightening them on the situation." he ordered as he sat down in the captain's chair.

VFIN Thore
"Action Stations. Action Stations. Set Condition One throughout the ship."
"I want all nonessential perosnnel in their quarters. Raise shields and charge all wepaons."
"All, sir?"
"Yes. All of them. Now." he fumed.
He knew they wouldn't be able to stand up to that amount of firepower. But it was better to go down fighting. Alarms began to blare.
"Syranite warhead detected!!"
"Everyone! Brace for-" he was interrupted as loud boom shook the ship.
A bright red light could be seen as the warhead impacted their shields and took off some of their hull. Anias struggled to get up because his leg was broken.
"Report!!" he roared.
"Hull breaches on decks 7 through 12! Hyperdrive is offline again. Shields are down to 75%."
He punched the arm of his chair.
"Return fire with all weapons systems. Even the ones we procurred from the Anari."he said quietly.
The ship shuddered from several more blows as the clsest ships opened fire on them. Suddenly, golden beams of energy burst from the Thore and hit the closest ship. It cut right through their shields and destroyed the cruiser. However, the other ships just pressed closer and continued firing. The hull breach grew larger and people were screaming as they were sucked into the vastness of space.

[Terra Reborn]

Imperial Landing Party
Exu System

Daserian hid a smirk as he strode down of the shuttle and eyed the two large mechs in question. It was certainly unusual, and not particually diplomatic, after all it would be like greeting a diplomat on Kerron with one of the Empire's own Mechs, perhaps he should have brought one with him. Pushing that ridiculous thought aside he looked at the greeting party in great detail as his weapons officer and Fixer examined their immediate surroundings, both looking for different things. Shailt was looking for anything that could be a threat, other than the obvious. Fixer on the other hand was making use of both his optical sensors, and various other to get as much information on the planet, it's inhabitants and their technology as possible.

Daserian couldn't help but have a bad feeling about of all of this, and was silently glad that Excalibur was in orbit. If they were betrayed, Excalibur would no doubt make them pay for the offense and snuf the last of their damn species, as far as he could figure, from the stars before calling in the Cavalry to deal with the remaining ships. Only if they were betrayed of course. If there was one thing that the Imperials couldn't stand was betrayal, which was perhaps why Admiral Typhon's betrayal some three hundred years previous had been so painful at the time, even if it turned out to be in the Empire's best interest.

"So...how are we all" Daserian said dryly.

[Alversia]

Paterson stepped from the shuttle with her two Marines and, while not taken aback exactly, surprised by the massive appearance of their hosts. The Alversians were tall enough, she and one of her marines were testament to that while the third one was much smaller, well under six feet and with an armoured bag falling out of the base of the spine, evidently designed to contain a large, bushy tail. The top of the Marine’s helmet also contained two triangular outlets which were evidently for ears. The Marine was a Kitsune, but Paterson didn’t overly feel like drawing attention to the issue.

“I am honoured that you agreed to meet with me, High Templar Janzir. I am Captain Toni Paterson of the Alversian People’s Starship Ezra.” Paterson did not have the benefit of telepathy and so was forced to speak her words verbally to the Templar. Her two Marines with her remained steady and still but it was clear they were using their suit’s sensors to vigorously scan the area for any signs of danger. Paterson herself had come in nothing but her red and grey uniform and a pistol. She smiled. Her smile dropped as she saw her hosts stiffen at the presence of the Terrans. Paterson wondered what had happened before her vessel had arrived to cause such animosity between the two species.

“I am…fine, thank you Captain?” Paterson said with a small smile, as if the question was faintly ridiculous before looking back at her host, more specifically looking up at her host.
“Forgive me, High Templar but I do not recognise your species. Is this your homeworld?” She really hoped not. Using the Ezra’s powerful sensors, the Alversian had worked out there were probably only eight and a half thousand on the planet, a very weak base for a sustained population. She reckoned it must be a colony.

[The Akilae Tribe]

Landing Zone.

Janzir turned her head back to Toni and spoke again, Lessening the focus of her thought so that All but Fixer could hear, The latter not having a biological "Mind" to contact as such. It was the same monotonal voice as Janzir had spoken with before but the words Felt heavy and sad.

"We are the Protoss, Our Race was Manipulated by the Xel'naga aeon's ago. A race of aincent's looking for Purity of form and mind. They advanced us and when deemed us ready, reveled themselves to us. The protoss as a whole soon fractured, the Aeon of Strife. We were Reforged back then By Khas, a great sage of our kind. As to the Answer of your other question Captain Toni Paterson, no. Exu's is not our world of origin. Three Hundred Years ago We Resided Upon Auir, An insectoid race known as the zerg was bent on our destruction as much as we on theirs. their Overmind learnt of our location and invaded, Despite all we had, all our skill and technology. It was not enough to save Auir, James Raynor and His raider's held the line alongside our brother Templar allowing the majority of our race to escape. We were trapped, and Executor Tarrun called for us to call out to the retreating fleet through the Khala. Several thousand protoss channeled themselves through him and he was displaced, time space and dimensions all mixed and even as he was the best of us he could not take the correct path." she paused to let this sink in for a moment then continued.

"We had no idea what had happened at first and still have little idea, Slightly less than Eight thousand, we began to start again. To our knowladge, you speak to the only Protoss within this galaxy." This now explained the heavy security, The loss of Even one protoss was something felt dearly to the remaining.

Pausing again Janzir turned to the Templar and communicated something, the four Zealot's relaxed somewhat but did not seem to lapse in focus. Turning back to the visiting parties she said "If you would all accompany me i beleive that we have set aside a area for us all to talk. Two of my Templar are guiding the first visitor to the Templar hall." Janzir lead the way, the four Zealot's followed keeping a guard, The dragoon's stood silent guard over the landing craft's

Eventually the Templar lead the Diplomats all to The Templar Hall, Still a grand well shaped building even when compared to the rest of the City, What was apparent for fixer though, was that the technology of the Protoss was generally intermixed with their acute psoinic's, Aswell as the giant Pylon's that seemed to power the buildings.
Outside the Templar hall stood two much taller versions of the Dragoon Exoskeleton's. The Two Immortal guards. A quick unheard message between the templar was enough to allow passage. Inside, the building was smooth and full of elegant curve's. Lines pulsing with power, both Psionic and electrical. All around it was clear that the Protoss occupying the building were all Templar. Training together or Maintaining the giant Dragoon's. Beneath a series of archway's Was yet more corridors until an room was found, A long Table Streched up it, Of the same material as the building it'self. Rebecca was already seated with Two Zealot's nearby.

"My apologise for the wait Rebecca Marshal," Spoke Janzir. she gestured with her arm to the seats around the table, Large Highbacked thing's and said "Please, Take a seat."

[Greywatch]

Rebecca gave a glance to the various members of the welcoming committee; the tanks being the first things to gather attention. She figured that the Protoss were either on high alert or that the Dragoons were there to be impressive, she doubted there would be any other reason to have such heavily armored vehicles at a diplomatic conference. Certainly, if anyone who came down surface-side was truly threatening one of the Templar would have the ability to deal with it. That was perhaps the next thing she noticed, the Templar and perhaps the Protoss in general, were tall beings. It was a little unnerving at first, the only thing in the Cryptic Coalition naturally matching their height was perhaps a Draiikt. It was at this point the her escort began gathering what information it could on their hosts; pictures and scans were taken and sent back to the ship in orbit via RT linkup.

She pondered for a moment about the lack of mouths on the Protoss but that was quickly pushed aside by the voice that she heard in the back of her head. Psychic, that was something her reptilian friend had neglected to mention. She wasn’t too bothered by it but it was certainly an odd experience, it was hard to judge emotion with a tone that flat and she’d have to get used to her hosts’ voices going directly into her mind rather than through her ears. Then again, Greywatch hadn’t had a chance to learn that much about psionics before its collapse and the Xarnii certainly didn’t have much if anything about it in their Libraries. It would be something interesting to learn about. Of course, her mechanical companion would not be able to hear the psychic messages of the Protoss but that mattered little, it wasn’t there to fraternize.

She gave a smile and understanding nod before following the other two Templar away from the landing area. It would seem that she wasn’t going to be alone during this diplomatic contact. It would certainly be interesting to see where this would lead. Moving away from that she looked once again to her surrounding, particularly the city around her. Among alien buildings and floating crystals, the scenery was certainly both interesting and beautiful. She noticed the large droid to Protoss ratio and was intrigued by it. She figured she would ask about it later. As she was led to the location the talks would be held at, she couldn’t help but admire the Protoss sense of architecture; it certainly had a unique sense of grace. She looked over at the two Immortals as she entered the Templar Hall, noticing that they were walkers like the Dragoons. Once inside she took her seat and patiently waited for the others to arrive, her mechanical guard standing nearby and conducting further scans on the building. As the others entered, she glanced over, giving a brief nod to Janzir as she entered, “Oh no need to apologize, it was no problem at all.”

[The Akilae Tribe]

Templar Hall

"Please talk amoung yourselves as I retrive the Executor. The Templar will ward you from any danger." Janzir turned and left the room heading down another seperate hallway and towards Tarrun's room's. Again she stepped over the threshold and eye'd her superious up and down "The Outworlder's have been seated and wait for your arrival Executor."

Tarrun gave a shiver. "Three hundred years...and many centuries before that. We did nothing but kill the zerg, and destroy the kalathi. We do not mix well with young race's. so convinced of our superiority were we that we never contacted the Terrans to the zerg threat. their barbourus governments sought to keep and control them. We purified so many innocents...It took james raynor and Zeratul to change our outlook. As it did Artanis and Tassadar. We must ally or die. We cannont afford rash conflicts." Janzir simply remained silent before speaking "That is why they have ben invited. You must speak with them Tarrun, It is not my place or rank to do so."

[Alversia]

Templar Hall

“Of course,” Paterson was content to follow the Protoss as she and her escort led the Alversian Captain and her two Marines to this meeting hall. Her curiosity on the nature of the species she had stumbled upon seemed to have been answered. She knew now that the likelihood this actually being the Protoss homeworld and hence the centre of their civilisation was quite high and it certainly explained why they had been so jumpy, both with the Terrans and with her own vessel. She was certain that a single warship with the right armament could devastate or even destroy this civilisation. If they were concentrated on a single world or in a single system then their elimination by a clever opponent was certainly feasible. She wondered what it would be like, to know that massive Empires spanning hundreds of systems and billions of citizens could descend upon this quiet sector of space and tear it to bits, confining the nation who had once lived there to the cold, unforgiving and fickle pages of history.

Once they reached the hall, Paterson took a look around, silently impressed by its appearance. It was clear that it had been crafted with exquisite skill and taste. The technical skill it had taken to wove the pillars of power into the walls and ceiling. She liked it.

Noting the other Diplomat who was already in the room, Paterson offered a nod of her head in greeting,
“I don’t believe we have met,” She said as she found a seat, “Captain Toni Paterson, Alversian People’s Navy.” She smiled, “a pleasure to meet you.”

[Greywatch]

“No, I don’t believe we have…” Rebecca took the hand and shook it gently, offering her own smile in return, “Rebecca Marsh of the Cryptic Coalition’s Diplomatic Division. Alversian… I don’t think I’ve heard of your empire before. What brings you to this corner of the galaxy?” Rebecca was glad to see she wasn’t the only one here for a diplomatic meeting, it would certainly make things easier and more interesting.

[Alversia]

"I likewise must admit that I have never heard of the Cryptic Coalition," Paterson said with a small chuckle as she looked around. The room to which she had been escorted was no less grand than any of the corridors she had been guided through to reach this destination. The whole place reeked of craftsmanship, of care and consideration. She could not pretend to know how long this people had dwelt in these great halls but she could guess it had taken some time for them to create this wonder.
"My home is a Republic actually," She corrected Rebecca who had termed it an 'Empire', "We are a democratic Republic from representatives from every planet who flies our flag." She smiled as she realised just how...official that statement sounded, "what of your own people? May I ask about the political aspect of the Cryptic Coalition? Is it an Alliance of worlds?"

[Greywatch]

“My apologies for my mislabeling,” Rebecca said in response to the Alversian correcting her. She thought a moment about how exactly to answer the question that was put before her, “Yes, I suppose the easiest way of describing us would be as an alliance. An alliance of…” she counted on her fingers how many races were officially in the coalition, “Nine races at the moment… though the Xarnii, a technocratic society, make most of the Coalition’s decisions as they are one of the oldest members.”

OOC: Apologies for this taking so long.