Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 12, 2021 22:09:27 GMT
Just as they'd done in the past the Infinite Emperor decided to hold a grand galactic exchange to more efficiently meet and explore the cultures of other species and governments. just as in the past this event would include a feast and entertainment being a small disclosure of Praetorian art and culture they had curated over the many millennia, these sorts of events had the opportunity to be quite dangerous, should guests become too rowdy or adventurous of course, disease was also an issue but the Praetorian Government had hundreds of thousands of years to perfect the art of a diplomatic dinner to gain favor with their neighbors and initiate good diplomatic relations with them, so on Magnus' personal order a signal, an invitation, and an open ended one at that, was broadcast throughout the galaxy.
"Greetings to all Governments of any shape and size, to all races no matter their color nor number of appendages, we are the Infinite Praetorian Empire. We cordially invite you to the First Decennial Grand Galactic Exchange of Culture, Which for its re-inaugural will be hosted on the Inventa Station, coordinates attached. We humbly request that you bring a team of skilled diplomats as well as examples of your culture and a dish which will be prepared for the diplomatic team seated to your right. As we feast and discuss diplomatic events the dais upon which we will be dining will descend with each floor to be a prepared room to be curated by a government to present their culture to us all. Once dinner is eaten and culture consumed, anyone that wishes to is invited to stay to vote upon the location of the next Grand Cultural Exchange.
The Infinite Emperor, Magnus, will be in attendance and is deeply excited for your attendance and looks forward to the event most passionately."
Signed, Valeria, the Aspect of Emotion
The ship had died once. But it had drifted out of system and hired some very helpful lads to salvage itself, being disconnected from the hivemind the ship had been forced to figure a rather large pile of things out. But most of the “ship running” portions of the AI were handled, already imprinted, but its neural net, when it was still being formed, was imprinted by what it had been doing, in this ship's case, Collecting data. And with its neural network imprinted with the wish to collect data, that is what it did. But there were issues, large ones. It was a battleship, even if it was horrifically damaged and then repaired. There was rather a lot of gap filling foam in the cracks of the once meters thick steel plates, and some parts that had been completely blasted out or been contaminated by a reactor going down or a bank of RTGs being spread throughout had to be completely ripped out and replaced. Giving the ship a rather, fun appearance.
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The ship was also too broke to buy ramen, what money it had and what money it could make was poured into repairing itself, and buying data storage. After it was dragged to dry dock, it paid the salvagers, with what data it had taken during the fight against yogg-narr, and a few thousand nuclear weapons. Before selling everything it could to get itself back to operational. The spinal weapon, all of its ammunition, and the majority of its guns, was enough to get it moving again. And it was not long after it started wandering from station to station, transporting what it could that the ship got the message.
To install the new warp drive the whipple shield, and outer “fuse” layer of armour had to be stripped off the significant portion of the ship, to give them something solid to anchor to, but it was cheaper to install that then to replace the millions of tons of armour to get it worthy to use the primitive Xspace drive it had. And with that warp drive the ship jumped into the system, and announced to the people running the event that it was there as an “independent entity”.
Praetorian Empire
Gilitim straightened his tie, looking at a mirror on the ENS Victorium. The Massive Carrier and her just as numerous Escort travelled through the Galaxy through the Zip, bounding through space. Gilitim was one of the few officials to still be in the government appointed by Rossana herself, and his power and importance in IVE afforded him a proportionate amount of Security. As the ship finally exited FTL, he swiped the mirror, changing it to a camera showing the outside of the vessel. A small dot in the distance, the Praetorian system sparkled as ships went too and fro. He sighed, waiting to be told he can do his thing.
Praetorian Homeworld, 12 hours earlier
A small ship, after passing through Praetorian Security Measures, landed planetside. Leaving the ship, in sleek Black on Grey suits, a dark skinned Man headed an entourage of Purple berets and a gaggle of assistants and other Empyrian personnel. Walking to the Praetorians, the man in front addressed himself;
“I’m Frellian Riltium of The Imperial Vires of Empyria, Empyrian Diplomatic Service, pleasure to meet you all. While the Lead Ambassador Gilitim Ulydian should be here in around half a day, our job is to set up before him, My Purple Beret Friends here have a… plethora of questions regarding our Head Diplomats Security, but I on the other hand would love to begin setting up any other amenities necessary for this event. I am very excited to see the floors which you have talked about previously, and would love to hand over our dish as well. Let's get started, shall we?”
The Hunter, Yalnaaq
When the Colonial Council found itself in receipt of the invitation from the Praetorian Empire, the missive was rushed along to the relevant channels with all appropriate haste. While many members of the Council were busy tending to other matters, the Hunter Yalnaaq, with a schedule uncharacteristically devoid of commitments, took it upon himself to attend the meeting as representative of the Alabaster Kingdom. He spoke with his aide and consulted a team of chefs to assist in bringing only the best of Pordish culture along with him. Thus with these items situated, he set course for the Empire.
A diplomatic cruiser slid into reality at the coordinates provided for Inventa Station. Onboard was Yalnaaq along with his aide; a team of esteemed chefs gathered by the Hunter arrived ahead of them to ensure skillful and presentable presentation of all the Pordish dishes. Yalnaaq, a connoisseur of obscure cuisine from all corners of the void, hand-picked the selections himself. And so, after flashing identification and going through the various local protocols, the cruiser was brought to a berth and Yalnaaq prepared to disembark. As they boarded the station, his thoughts churned with anticipation of the upcoming meals and the cultural insights to be gleaned.
Vulkan System: Triarch Inc Space
“It seems like there’s more of these events every year wouldn’t you agree?”
“It does seem like it, sir. If I may say, why do you wish to attend this one rather than the one which occurred on Askandar?” Destros comment was fair and John merely leant back in his seat.
“Because there is bound to be new nations there. And what better a place to secure new ties? Come now Destro the UNA has no interest in weapons or megastructural engineering, but new nations in the galaxy? They are the jackpot; besides it will do good for the company’s image. Secure us transport and a place there”
“At once Mr. Triarch” Destro bowed and left the room leaving John to smile to himself.
“Christ that means I need to pick a suit”
The Silver Cradle: Union of Worlds Space
“You are indeed the main face of the Union efforts in this galaxy Miss” Eiasten bowed slightly, the large women before him sighed but did so in a way that the Prime Minister could not see.
“And that’s why your sending me and not going yourself?” She asked, turning to look the man in the eyes. Her wings were folded back, and the casual clothing showed off her form more than anything. The large room was well lit, the rest of the Ringworld clear in the huge windows that covered the walls and roof.
“You are a far better diplomat than I princess, and you are aware of the kind of effect your presence has for the Union as a whole. We even have word that John Triarch is attending” Eiasten struggled to look into the Angels eyes, not just out of the fact that she was so much more intimidating and powerful than him but because of the fact he knew what she had done in the past.
“You speak of John like that’s a reason for me to go. Surely if you wanted to ease relations with him we could have done so years ago hm? You are a poor game master Eiasten, still I will go. Purely because you ask it of me” Saffire replied turning away from the Prime Minister. Eiasten merely frowned, and left.
Lehon System: IPE Space
Both the Union and Triarch contingents swiftly entered the system with a handful of vessels each, most were science ships escorted by smaller classes of warships. For Triarch the presence of some of their new vessels was as much a statement of intended business as it was for protection and the Union sensor crews were given strict instructions to study the new vessels designs as much as possible while they attended the event.
John Triarch appeared first, in one of his legendary suits he strode into the event with several aids at his side and his renowned bodyguard Destro who while towering over Triarch wore a plain grey suit as always. John, ever the stylist bowed as he proclaimed himself.
“John Triarch, CEO of Triarch Inc. pleasure to meet you all. I hope we may conduct excellent business and diplomacy between each other” He grinned with pure white teeth but was quickly caught by the arrival of the Union contingent.
Princess Saffire walked into the venue with purpose, she was in her full regalia armour and all. Gold and blue hung from her form as she was escorted by several members of the Union diplomatic Core and several parade dress Marines. Her huge wings were held at semi stretched increasing her size even more but she held a smile on her features given her well rehearsed nature. As per tradition she announced herself quickly after.
“I am Saffire Hamilton, Princess of the Union of Worlds speaking on behalf of the Prime Minister. I am honoured to attend this event and wish that only the best come from our peoples” She bowed, before eyeing John who stood nearby. The Businessman smiled, it had been a long time since he had seen an Angel, and the last time he had seen a Union official they had been at war.
Axis System: Sole heartland of the Holy Kingdom of Prador
Amidst the sprawling Central Kingdom on the planet of Pradoria. A Nocamal diplomat kneeled before his King, speaking quickly. "My lord, a message on the wave of the Ancerious Galaxy."
"Play it back to me." Was his simple response. After finishing it, the tiny Fairvae King put his fingers to his chin, and than spoke with purpose. "Send the Kingmaker, and two escorts. Take two of my Murifri guard, along with a group of Pradorian Knights. Send Magister Alansto, it is high time we show the galaxy who we are!"
Lehon System
The Kingdom of Prador arrived in force. No weapons having power surging through them, but per Pradorian doctrine shows of force was something they loved. Two dreadnoughts each having four battle-cruisers as escorts. From one of the two dreadnoughts came a small shuttle, flanked by two fighters. The fighters staying in the hanger, or pad to guard the ship, while Magister Alansto's escort arrived at the Grand Galactic Exchange proper.
Two Murifri Guard, wearing full-plate-isk armor with a silvery coloration, gold plated decorations, and a golden light coming out from the helmets visor. Two giant wings stretching out from both of them, white, and feathered. While the armor hid much of their features slight differences showed one was male, and one female. The most striking part of the two knights was the golden, almost crown like halo that shed light like that of a torch, or high powered lantern. Along with the two of them came another 12 Knights with identical look save for the golden markings of the front most two. Each having a pair of giant feathered wings, but otherwise features hidden from view. Along with each of the addition 12 Knights came a group of 6 Fairivae Knights.
Riding on the shoulders, or head. Tiny 3 inch tall creatures in similar, but much, much smaller armor. The helmets parting at the ears to allow their long ears to droop out, and the back open for either moth, or butterfly wings depending on the Knight.
On top of the male front-most guard stood Magister Alansto. A 3 inch tall fairvae woman with large purple and pink butterfly wings, and instead of armor wearing a tiny dress made from what looked like a autumn leaf. She stood on the head of the Pradorian Kings Guard and cleared her throat, asking smally to the knight under her. "Can you do the thing?" The Knight gave no word, but his halo glew a more brilliant golden energy, and Magister Alansto spoke.
"I am Magister Elowen Alansto on behath of the Holy Kingdom of Prador! I speak in King Eloden's stead, to show you all the greatness of our isolated nation! It is an honor to speak with you all!"
The woman did a over dramatic curtsy from atop the Knights head. Barely seeable from a distance it wouldn't be a shock if people though it was the Knight speaking. The group marched to their own little square of the meeting place, each Knight standing at attention with their deactivated polearms. Without the magical energy flowing through them they looked little more than metals sticks a few feet taller than the Knights.
Noveau Adalouse, Royal Federation Space
Diplomatic Corp was intrigued by the message, newcomers opening their doors to the greater galaxy in an attempt to gain a foot hold on the political landscape. She didn't want these new people to think that the Federation was being impersonal by only going herself, she would drag along the Duchess who in the last years of her term had not accomplished much but maintain the status quo within the Federation Ancerious Holdings. Perhaps establishing more open relations could be a good note to send her out on? Corp would pull some strings to all but force the Duchesses attendance to the meeting. Something like this was mush more worthy of her time.
Lehon System, Praetorian Empire Space
"You could of brought someone else along with you Corps." Duchess Sofia snarled as the ship exited its wormhole at the systems edge.
"Nonsense, everyone else was busy and i saw a large gap in your schedule. You were the only high ranking official of the government available." Corp replied calmly.
"M'lady, we'll be arriving shortly. I'll feed the sensor readout to your office, its unbelievable the amount of different ships out here." The captains voice came in over the intercom
Looking on in surprise at the turn Sofia swallowed her anger and prepared her inner diplomat. There were some big names here already, Union of Worlds and Imperial Nalyda the main two of concern. There was a handful of unknowns or lesser known nations as well, although they were of lesser interest on the Federations priorities something would still be organised with them by the end of the event. Docking with the station the Federation Diplomatic ship disgorged its payload of a handful of chefs, event staff with a display about the Federation and of course Duchess Sofia wearing an elegant formal dress with a holographic image of corp next to her wearing something similar. The two walked gracefully and patiently into the venue where they introduced themselves.
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"I am Duchess Sofia de Adalouse of the Royal Federation, here on behalf of the Roi and the people of the Federation. We are charmed to meet your aquataince and thank you for the invitation to this event." She said proudly giving a curtsy
Chief Diplomat Kalsar and the RANGSI entourage was perhaps one of the last to arrive. Many of the Foreign Service were busy, either dealing with a variety of Unaligned or the developing mess that was the Sarabhai-Raman War and the RANGSI peacekeepers stranded there. He smirked to himself, he certainly did not envy Su-Jyeon right now.
What he envied of his colleagues right now however, was sleep. Forget vacation, getting a day off would be like a thousand years of rest. This assignment came to him at the last minute right after he finished meeting with the CSA representatives on Kel-Arrim - arranging the parade, the tour of the city and the meeting itself exhausted him greatly and he had been about to enjoy the day off.
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“Sorry, Kalsar, we don’t have anyone else on station right now,” the Foreign Service’s secretary said, monotonously and unemotionally like a true civil servant.
“Well, why don’t we postpone it? You know, come visit these Praetorians some other day?”
“We can’t. The boss wants to get us in that Galactic Exchange of Culture and make sure the Republik gets some new brownie points. You know you can’t exactly postpone the ‘Galactic Exchange of Culture’. The boss chartered a cultural team, food, a shuttle and everything but the only thing he doesn;t have is a Chief Diplomat to oversee the proceedings. So, it has to be you.”
Kalsar took the phone off and muted himself as he shouted the ‘F’ bomb out loud in the confines office. Sucking in back the frustration, he went back on the call.
“Chief Diplomat Kalsar?” the secretary asked for a response.
“Yea, sorry, my...uh..secretary came in to ask some questions,” he cleared his throat. “Well then, when do we leave?”
“Now actually. Pack your bags. A transport will be there to pick you up and drive you to the spaceport.”
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That was about around 4 hours ago. Kalsar looked into the mirror for one last time, combing his hair and straightening the dark blue blazer that had been the Foreign Service’s formal uniform for quite a few years now, ever since the end of the 2nd Ancerious War. He was certain he looked the part, well, except the dark ‘panda’ circles beneath his eyes. If it were not for the Dikir Barat entourage incessantly singing in the cabin, he would have managed to get some shut-eye on the journey.
“Lousy budget cuts,” he grumbled as the shuttle doors opened and he immediately put on a smile, as he switched to his ‘diplomat’ mode within seconds. His security detail followed behind, with black suits and concealed pistols, this smartly dressed but lightly armored and lightly armed bodyguards had since replaced the older entourage of military naval infantry in order to project a more diplomatic and less threatening image.
“Greetings! I am Chief Diplomat Kalsar of the Republik Angkasa Singapura. I hope I am not late to the party, am I?” He met up with the other national representatives, offering each of them a handshake or a bow if they seemed to prefer to keep a friendly distance.
“Princess Saffire! It is an honour to finally meet an Union Angel!” Kalsar tried his best to keep up his jovial facade and gave a wide smile. The honour to meet an Angel however, was definitely not a lie, and Kalsar wished he had been in better spirits on such a momentous occasion.
Praetorian Empire Space
High System Orbit
ENS Victorium
Siltrin looked over at his Husband one more time, as he straightened his own tie. Dressed in formal Black suits with Empyrian Pink ties, the two shared a skeptical gaze. Siltrin was not the Diplomat like his Husband, but he had an important part in Gilitims Equation. Gilitim nodded, as they walked out of their cabin and onto the hallway. A gaggle of assistants stood waiting, and one flanked Gilitim as he began walking to the Hangar.
“Alright Sir, here is the plan.” The Assistant waved in front of her, a calendar appearing before them.
“We will arrive at the Reception now, and you will confer with the people there. Vanguard says the Union, RANGSI, Royal Federation, Prador, the Company Triarch, the Pords, as well as maybe a few more. As discussed, current objectives revolve around the Union and RANGSI for now, although we’re unsure of other parties' plans with us, they are our main targets.” The Assistant waved again, showing a dossier of the Union representative. On it were a few small talk points, overarching objectives, and current objectives.
“The Union is one of the larger factions here, and its political views align very much with ours. With the current tensions and our strategic situation, it is imperative we establish an alliance with them. Princess Saffire is their representative, and while it is certainly a strenuous appointment, we should be able to get some agreement through.”
As the Assistant flicked her hand again, Gilitim Muttered, “We could finally give Erwin something to do as well.”
“Possibly sir,” the assistant added, before continuing on. The new Card displayed the RANGSI delegation as well as similar info to the other card before.
“Chief Diplomat Kalsar of RANGSI sir. While RANGSI is not aligned with us politically, they are our closest real neighbor, and with that pose multiple challenges with that. With Kalsar, our main goal is establishing some sort of dialogue and possibly economic ties. Their system seems inclined to talk more than fuzz, so get into deets with him sir, and we should be able to complete this objective as well. Vanguard has said he seems rather tired though at the moment, so staff has suggested letting Siltrin talk to him first and soften him up before you jump in.”
Siltrin nodded, as they entered the hangars.
The Assistant finally swiped back to the schedule.
“So in total, after the initial meeting and cultural exchange, I will go to the staff of the Union and RANGSI and negotiate some one on one meetings during this event. I will also notify you if any other parties call us for a meeting, and prepare you before that.”
Gilitim breathed in, preparing himself. Staff and Security filed onto multiple transports, now taking off from the carrier. Gilitim turned to the assistant.
“So in total, do the exchange, then ally with the Union, make money with RANGSI, and deal with whoever else wants to exploit us?”
“Precisely sir.”
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Planetside
As Gilitims transport landed, a small team of Purple Berets were already ready from the Vanguard. Basically everything turned upside down with Empyrian level paranoia and put back exactly, Gilitim exited the black chrome dropship. Siltrin at his side, he walked with a reserved swagger to the reception area, a team of Purple Berets striding around him in Suits and instead of berets, wore blackout shades and purple pins on their suits.
Gilitim now went to work, talking to the people around him and getting acquainted with the hosts. He would follow along with the proceedings for now, his main thought right now would be on the meetings his staff was now organizing.
Once all the diplomats had arrived they were ushered towards their seats by Praetorians seemingly filling the role of butlers and hosts the mechanical nature of them being once and for all made clear to those who had not yet known of it. their teams were divided into those attending the dinner and those setting up each nations display and they were sent to their assigned floors through which the dining dais would descend through giving each nation an unobscured look at their art and culture.
The table at the center of the dais was donut shaped and made entirely out of a single piece of some sort of enormous blackened crystal more than large enough to seat all the diplomats present with plenty of breathing room to spare upon closer inspection 3D engravings could be seen from within the crystal each image a beautiful relief of a different story and part of Praetorian history, any chairs present had been crafted out of a deep red wood that was both sturdy and beautiful, made to be completely form fitting to the life form that would be inhabiting it so nobody would be uncomfortable
As the many diplomats would take their seats a large number of about 60 Praetorians would walk onto a stage carrying what appear to be many different instruments with no two of them looking the same once they had sat in their respective chairs in a semicircle facing the diplomatic teams they began to play their instruments on perfect cue despite no visible one being given. Each instrument on its own seemed to be making a singular piece of an intricate puzzle that was woven together by the increasing complexities of each instrument.
Once the piece had finished after around 5 or 6 minutes a rather resplendent Praetorian entered the chamber and announced
"Presenting His Imperial Highness, Magnus, The Infinite Emperor, The Mechanist, The Aspect of Kings, to represent the Infinite Praetorian Empire and host this evenings event."
"Presenting His Highness, Belissarius, Heir to the Infinite Empire, Slayer of Moldratha, The Aspect of War, to represent the Infinite Praetorian Empire"
Out of a large vaulted door frames in gold leaf came a rather short procession with Magnus and Belissarius at its head flanked by a small squad of Centurions who were armed and took up protective positions to keep an eye on things. Magnus was mostly gold with some silver plating on his casing the golden light of his Anima shining through the slits in his helmet. every inch of his armor was etched with different chromatic pieces a particular image wasn't seen more a design which changed its style constantly throughout the etching, his crown was large inset with 13 points with each one containing a different jewel bringing him to about 8 feet tall. Bellisarius looked similar minus the crown though he was a bit bulkier than Magnus seemingly built and designed for combat.
After their entrance had been made The royal pair took their seats at the head of the table
Saffire bowed to Kalsar with a smile.
“The honour is mine, it is reassuring to see friendly faces of our allies here. After all it is not everyday I get to conduct face to face diplomacy but I am happy that I can do so alongside you Diplomat Kalsar” Saffire appeared totally genuine, glancing over at the Royal Federation diplomat as she announced herself she kept her serene smile, analysing the potential threat in the room. Saffire was no stranged to galactic politics and the Royal Federation was a main contender to rival Union aims across the galaxy.
Perhaps she could make some difference here.
Still there were several polities she didn’t recognise and was eager to try and engage in diplomacy with. No doubt with the Federation present it would be a tug of war for potential allegiances, but Saffire was intending to enjoy herself at this event regardless. She was take out of her thoughts as the tell tale voice came over her.
“Princess Saffire, it is an honour my dear” John Triarch had walked over, nodding in politeness to Kalsar “Chief diplomat, also an honour. It is nice to converse in a setting of not total war hmm?” John grinned to them both as a joke “You know princess the last time I saw you was when you were but a young girl, you have grown to become quite the sight. I hope that we can perhaps have some good conversations today?” Saffire seemed awkward for a moment before smiling.
“It is good to see you too Mr. Triarch, its been a long time. And of course we shall talk when we can”
“Please call me John, although I don’t think Uncle John is quite appropriate in this setting” Saffire immediately scowled causing him to laugh “I’m only joking princess I do apologise. Ah it looks to be beginning” Several praetorians came over and directed the groups to their seats, Saffire sighing softly after it seemed John still remembered her childhood. Painful memories threatened to flood her, but she merely looked up and awaited the arrival of their hosts. It was elaborate and the Praetorians clearly liked their flare and pomp, John watched with interest as Saffire kept her friendly appearance up.
Finally with them at the head of the table and sat down Saffire spoke up.
“I would thank our hosts for inviting us to this event and catering to our different cultures. It is an honour to be here your Imperial Highnesses”
Kalsar remained putting on a smile while at the back of his head, the old analytic engine was running through everything about royal and formal protocols he could remember, so as to slight and offend nobody. Especially so when the Infinite Emperor Magnus resembled a hulking mass of metal with roaring fire underneath, he wanted to come out of this certainly alive.
He was always more accustomed to the simple office and meeting room for his business; indeed they were much more plain in comparison and did not leave much for imagination but it was professional, and yet still left room for more intimate dealings and conversations with friends and regular contacts. A royal fancy party like this was thus an uncomfortable setting for him - 100% formalities; watch what you are doing, what you are saying, what you are gesturing and most importantly - watch who is watching you.
He gave a little glance to the Empyrian diplomats across from him. They had been taking looks at him ever since he arrived and he noticed. A new neighbour, perhaps they want to discuss something? Kalsar decided to remain aloof for now and decided to let them come to him after all this, if they so wished.
But Kalsar’s thoughts soon drifted to the only two people, or rather nations, that he knew - Saffire of the Union of Worlds, and John Triarch of Triarch Inc. Relations with the Union had recently been slightly frayed following the dissolution of the AGA and the incident over the Raman-Sarabhai War, while of course this so far has made little impact on the larger bilateral ties between RANGSI and the Union, it would not hurt to talk things over and reaffirm their nations’ friendship here. Triarch on the other hand, he would have to tread carefully. After all, it only seemed just like yesterday when his company and his troops were on the side of the APP. But who knows, perhaps megacorporations like Triarch Inc were only following the money, and with the APP gone, it might be an opportunity to inch Triarch over to their side.
Right after Saffire, Kalsar raised his glass of drink. “Your Imperial Highness, this has been one of the most impressive displays of art, culture, aesthetic and music I have ever encountered so far. My compliments to your people.”
The observers section of the table was strange, a lot of cameras attached to a little walking robot with 6 legs, and a few many arms. The cameras ranged from basic webcams to more expensive movie style cameras. It was worrying with the “homemade but well made” look it had, a few wires here or there but the majority of it was covered up in its sky blue casing, a few white circles stenciled on. It drew eyes, and returned them.
If anyone was able to see entangled comms it would be clear that it was throwing gigabytes of information out every minute, back up to orbit while getting a bit back.
But it was weird for the observer in orbit, to present on culture and art when you had been alive for at most a few years, so it used what it could. The culture of a dead species from a dead planet. But it would be difficult to poetry culture, food, and art of a species it had never known, and to make it very clear that it had nothing to do with the death of the species and the planet. But i knew something else, that it had to make a good impression for mother, the one that had expended it as most would drink a can of cola. Yet the one it loved, worshiped even. It knew it had no connection to mother anymore, beyond giving information back, not asking for information- not wanting to burden mother. But the others? They would see a thing that had come from mother and prescribe its actions to mother. It questioned the use of the camera drone, it knew that the use of something more human- more aesthetically pleasing to the people there. But it knew that mother would love the information. It was able to question quickly, think a lot before being forced to give a response. Before it had died for the first time it had the ability to manage 10s of thousands of shells and missiles. Being able to guide each one's newborn AI to its immolation if mother was not there to do it.
So, the drone spoke up, In its turn.
“I do not know much about this universe, but I am happy to present what I can and observe more.”
The little things always bring joy to Yalnaaq's day - a comment here, an action there - and so the perfectly-tailored make of the seats provided for the gathered catch his eye as he enters. Sitting down, he smiles to the others of the Pordish delegation. These came out well, he says, well crafted and appropriate.
The observation draws a nod from the scribe. She looks over the richness of the wood and then catches glimpse of the table, too. The myriad reliefs depicting Praetorian history are an intriguing touch, and she makes a mental note of all of it while settling in her chair. Everything certainly comes together well, and it is obvious the Praetorians take great care in cultivating aesthetic - a fact greatly appreciated by their Pordish visitors.
Diverse selection of polities here, Yalaaq's aide notes as the musicians begin to wrap up their segment of the display. Good opportunity to reach out to some of the others. He taps a finger on the table: contemplation.
Yalnaaq nods quickly, but his attention is taken by Emperor Magnus, the Aspect of Kings, and the Heir to the Infinite Empire, the Aspect of War alongside him. Quite a bit of gold, he muses to himself as they stride into the chamber. Their accompanying Centurions do not go unnoticed, but the Pordish delegation overall - all three members of it - with no speech forthcoming from the Emperor, swiftly bring themselves back to the comment made by Yalnaaq's aide prior. We can discuss things with our neighbours soon enough, he says belatedly.
The aide nods; Yalnaaq stands.
I'd like to echo the words of Chief Diplomat Kalsar. The presentation here is masterful, and the consideration that you have for your guests is genuinely appreciated, he bows with the comment, then: On behalf of the Alabaster Kingdom and all of Pordkind, thank you for having us.
He seats himself once more.
Sitting himself down, a small team sat beside him on the table, filling up the Empyrian Section. The whole group sat respectfully in their tailored suits, the lower level delegates whispering between them, and others watching the other delegations talk. In reality, everyone was moving inside their heads, piecing together Gilitims' next few words.
Gilitim stood up after the pord finished speaking, nodding his agreement, before speaking. He had the delighted smile of a kid in a candy store, and the aura he gave off was a rather calming and friendly one.
“Listening to other contacts Empyria has had with the Praetorians, we are still astonished by their hospitality. Empyria and by that extent on behalf of the Queen and Prime Minister, we would like to give you the greatest thanks for allowing us to attend.”
Nodding to the Union at his next statement, Gilitim continued after a brief pause.
“Empyria sees many other delegations we would have the honour to be acquainted with, and many others who we cannot wait to learn about. I personally, am ecstatic to see the presentations each delegation has planned for the Exchange. I specifically can't wait to see what food the alabaster Kingdom has prepared for us, but already know it will be great.”
At this Gilitim smiled at the pords, nodding his head respectfully.
“But, enough of us, thank you again Emperor Magnus.”
Finishing, Gilitim sat down, ready to start.
After being seated Sofia and Corps both observed the other guests and watched carefully as to who should be approached or avoided. Most notoriously sticking out was Saffire representing the Union of Worlds who were indirectly responsible for the destruction of several cities inside the Federation after they gave away better FTL drives to the xenophobic Zentherans. There was of course an official condemnation of these actions by the Federation but it was a point of contention. Another person of notable interest was the RANGSI delegate. RANGSI being one of the only larger nations closest to the Federation, the Imperial Nalydya. Everyone else was an unknown but they weren't discounted.
"Take your pick Duchess, I'd start with the small fry maybe our hosts." Corps remarked
The Emperor waved his clawed hand in the air, unnecessarily as he had sent his orders across the network, but more so to the comfort of his guests and give them something visual to recognize of something happening. Once his gesture was complete several doors flew open that were previously unseen and completely flush with the walls around them. Out of the doors came several more of the Praetorian ushers each carrying rather large trays of food and placed them in front of each guest, each meal made by the party sitting to their right excluding the mechanical races for obvious reasons. with the meals would be served a deep crimson liquid in a fluted glass embellished with gold and silver printings. The glasses were molded to fit the hands of the parties they were served to. As the liquid was served it would also be delivered with a warning on a placard written in galactic basic with the liquids ingredients so as to not give anyone any sort of allergic reactions. It was an alcohol similar to a brandy aged in Praetorian vaults for several thousand years. The alcohol was somewhat strong, tasting mostly of sweet cherries and raspberries, the taste of alcohol itself would be mostly absent from it however. As these were served Magnus would stand with an empty glass in his hand raising it in the air in a toast. his voice deep, simulated and clearly old.
"My friends and appreciators of the arts, it is lovely to see that so many were able to attend this event it is a tradition of the ancient empire and I am happy to continue it here with the diplomats of so many nations. Our task this evening, while being a leisurely one is also deeply rooted in importance. Many things will be accomplished, formations of treaties, philosophical discussions, and most excitedly to myself, the displays that each of your cultures has set up in the floors below. We will now have some time to enjoy the food our colleagues have so graciously prepared for us before we move onto the first display on the next floor, that of the Union of Worlds. At the end of this evening you will each be approached with an offer from the Infinite Praetorian Empire tailored to this evenings events. We hope that you enjoy this evenings events and find them to be fruitful."
Saffire bowed in respect as the first round came out. She spotted all kinds of foods she was used to, Cylaurian Aged Bass, Anthorsian Coral paste, Mirachs assortment of cheeses and more. All had been brought and prepared by chefs who had come along with them, something to help show the Unions culture as more than just peacekeepers.
Her contingent dug in, keeping a close eye on reactions as the food was served to help gauge what nations liked their cuisine. Saffire herself kept a close eye on the Royal Federation, Sofia doing the same before all of a sudden one of her aides had whispered into her ear. With little commotion the RF group stood up and without touching their meals began to leave. Sofia herself speaking up.
"I apologise greatly Emperor but something major has come up that requires my immediate attention, I thank you humbly for your hospitality and I hope that our nations may conduct diplomacy soon, for now however I must depart. I wish all here the best of luck" She smiled, staring daggers at Saffire before leaving.
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"Wonder what that was about" John smiled tucking into some Cylaurian Bass. Oh he had missed some of the Unions food.
"Unknown Mr Triarch I have no information on what it could be." John waved a hand.
"No matter. I am sure we can conduct business either way"
For the observer the idea of good food brought up a lot of data, in a scientific sense terrabytes of information about texture, salt content, enzymes, and more. On a cultural level both ideas and images of everything from roadside fruit to quanis restaurants. But it had never experienced tasting something for itself. Even if it knew every step of the process.
It thought about making a restaurant, perhaps a chain. Under one mind it would be one of the best. No mistakes of service or cooking, and a good source for information.
A request was submitted to an alien mind a galaxy away that cared little for it.
The uncomfortable looking pile of sensors that was technically mobile to the left of the pords got no food, and was quite disappointed. But not wanting to cause a mess by asking for an extra tray extended a small camera on a stick off the left side in the direction of the emyprians, and their food. Deciding to initiate the conversation in what could be defined as the worst way possible.
“Can I have a little?
The camera shutterd twice, almost blinking.
The platter of food brought to Yalnaaq, his aide, and the scribe is an impressive selection of Empyrian cuisine. Aromas waft magnificently from them as Yalnaaq eyes the placard accompanying the crimson beverage. It does not appear to be poisonous, so he samples a taste.
There is an interesting blend of flavours in this drink, he remarks to the scribe. Her eyes glisten with genuine intrigue, and then she too samples it.
Tasi, yes, I agree, she says after a moment. I cant quite place what it reminds me of. She takes another sip, then adds: but is extremely sweet. Her palette, far more accustomed to mostly meats and fats, is not used to the blend of raspberries with cherry flavour.
Yalnaaq turns his attention to the plate of food before him, then looks over to the Empyrian delegation to his right. Tell me about this dish, he inquires.
An Empyrian on the corner of their part of the massive table took Gilitims attention, and he looked over enthusiastically
"Oh, I see you got our cuisine. I am not sure exactly, Chef Wolin is not at the table currently, but-" gilitim turned his head up, overlooking the food the Pords had.
"Well, the water is rose petal water, its a common type of drink in empyria, many like it carbonated, but you have the un-carbonated kind. Many of you also got an alchoholic beverage as well, Jadisian wine-" Gilitim looks a little closer at the bottle, and giving an amused face, continues, "wow we brought one of the vintage stock, I'm not allowed to pull that out, so savor that."
"The food as I can see is a bunch of different things." In front of the pords was a couple platters with very different food on each, and empty plates.
"I believe Chef Wolin made our cuisine a more self-serve type of deal, so you can see a variety of diffrent foods he prepared. which I believe shows off not only the higher types of food we have in our state, but also those eaten by the common citizenry. Left to right, you'll see a rather common and cheap food that many Empyrians eat, the good old Cheeseburger. After that is servings of New Imperian Filet-mignon, a more middle-high class food. After that, wow, you have a few MRE's that our armed forces are given out. I've actually tried some of those C rations, they aren't bad, but certainly are filling. After that I think you'll see a little more expensive food, Pork Bao Buns with a bunch of fun stuff in them I cannot recall. Finally on the end there will be a few vegetarian dishes, as well as some Classic Cheesecake I actually picked out, so i'm happy that got in."
"Greetings to all Governments of any shape and size, to all races no matter their color nor number of appendages, we are the Infinite Praetorian Empire. We cordially invite you to the First Decennial Grand Galactic Exchange of Culture, Which for its re-inaugural will be hosted on the Inventa Station, coordinates attached. We humbly request that you bring a team of skilled diplomats as well as examples of your culture and a dish which will be prepared for the diplomatic team seated to your right. As we feast and discuss diplomatic events the dais upon which we will be dining will descend with each floor to be a prepared room to be curated by a government to present their culture to us all. Once dinner is eaten and culture consumed, anyone that wishes to is invited to stay to vote upon the location of the next Grand Cultural Exchange.
The Infinite Emperor, Magnus, will be in attendance and is deeply excited for your attendance and looks forward to the event most passionately."
Signed, Valeria, the Aspect of Emotion
The ship had died once. But it had drifted out of system and hired some very helpful lads to salvage itself, being disconnected from the hivemind the ship had been forced to figure a rather large pile of things out. But most of the “ship running” portions of the AI were handled, already imprinted, but its neural net, when it was still being formed, was imprinted by what it had been doing, in this ship's case, Collecting data. And with its neural network imprinted with the wish to collect data, that is what it did. But there were issues, large ones. It was a battleship, even if it was horrifically damaged and then repaired. There was rather a lot of gap filling foam in the cracks of the once meters thick steel plates, and some parts that had been completely blasted out or been contaminated by a reactor going down or a bank of RTGs being spread throughout had to be completely ripped out and replaced. Giving the ship a rather, fun appearance.
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The ship was also too broke to buy ramen, what money it had and what money it could make was poured into repairing itself, and buying data storage. After it was dragged to dry dock, it paid the salvagers, with what data it had taken during the fight against yogg-narr, and a few thousand nuclear weapons. Before selling everything it could to get itself back to operational. The spinal weapon, all of its ammunition, and the majority of its guns, was enough to get it moving again. And it was not long after it started wandering from station to station, transporting what it could that the ship got the message.
To install the new warp drive the whipple shield, and outer “fuse” layer of armour had to be stripped off the significant portion of the ship, to give them something solid to anchor to, but it was cheaper to install that then to replace the millions of tons of armour to get it worthy to use the primitive Xspace drive it had. And with that warp drive the ship jumped into the system, and announced to the people running the event that it was there as an “independent entity”.
Praetorian Empire
Gilitim straightened his tie, looking at a mirror on the ENS Victorium. The Massive Carrier and her just as numerous Escort travelled through the Galaxy through the Zip, bounding through space. Gilitim was one of the few officials to still be in the government appointed by Rossana herself, and his power and importance in IVE afforded him a proportionate amount of Security. As the ship finally exited FTL, he swiped the mirror, changing it to a camera showing the outside of the vessel. A small dot in the distance, the Praetorian system sparkled as ships went too and fro. He sighed, waiting to be told he can do his thing.
Praetorian Homeworld, 12 hours earlier
A small ship, after passing through Praetorian Security Measures, landed planetside. Leaving the ship, in sleek Black on Grey suits, a dark skinned Man headed an entourage of Purple berets and a gaggle of assistants and other Empyrian personnel. Walking to the Praetorians, the man in front addressed himself;
“I’m Frellian Riltium of The Imperial Vires of Empyria, Empyrian Diplomatic Service, pleasure to meet you all. While the Lead Ambassador Gilitim Ulydian should be here in around half a day, our job is to set up before him, My Purple Beret Friends here have a… plethora of questions regarding our Head Diplomats Security, but I on the other hand would love to begin setting up any other amenities necessary for this event. I am very excited to see the floors which you have talked about previously, and would love to hand over our dish as well. Let's get started, shall we?”
The Hunter, Yalnaaq
When the Colonial Council found itself in receipt of the invitation from the Praetorian Empire, the missive was rushed along to the relevant channels with all appropriate haste. While many members of the Council were busy tending to other matters, the Hunter Yalnaaq, with a schedule uncharacteristically devoid of commitments, took it upon himself to attend the meeting as representative of the Alabaster Kingdom. He spoke with his aide and consulted a team of chefs to assist in bringing only the best of Pordish culture along with him. Thus with these items situated, he set course for the Empire.
A diplomatic cruiser slid into reality at the coordinates provided for Inventa Station. Onboard was Yalnaaq along with his aide; a team of esteemed chefs gathered by the Hunter arrived ahead of them to ensure skillful and presentable presentation of all the Pordish dishes. Yalnaaq, a connoisseur of obscure cuisine from all corners of the void, hand-picked the selections himself. And so, after flashing identification and going through the various local protocols, the cruiser was brought to a berth and Yalnaaq prepared to disembark. As they boarded the station, his thoughts churned with anticipation of the upcoming meals and the cultural insights to be gleaned.
Vulkan System: Triarch Inc Space
“It seems like there’s more of these events every year wouldn’t you agree?”
“It does seem like it, sir. If I may say, why do you wish to attend this one rather than the one which occurred on Askandar?” Destros comment was fair and John merely leant back in his seat.
“Because there is bound to be new nations there. And what better a place to secure new ties? Come now Destro the UNA has no interest in weapons or megastructural engineering, but new nations in the galaxy? They are the jackpot; besides it will do good for the company’s image. Secure us transport and a place there”
“At once Mr. Triarch” Destro bowed and left the room leaving John to smile to himself.
“Christ that means I need to pick a suit”
The Silver Cradle: Union of Worlds Space
“You are indeed the main face of the Union efforts in this galaxy Miss” Eiasten bowed slightly, the large women before him sighed but did so in a way that the Prime Minister could not see.
“And that’s why your sending me and not going yourself?” She asked, turning to look the man in the eyes. Her wings were folded back, and the casual clothing showed off her form more than anything. The large room was well lit, the rest of the Ringworld clear in the huge windows that covered the walls and roof.
“You are a far better diplomat than I princess, and you are aware of the kind of effect your presence has for the Union as a whole. We even have word that John Triarch is attending” Eiasten struggled to look into the Angels eyes, not just out of the fact that she was so much more intimidating and powerful than him but because of the fact he knew what she had done in the past.
“You speak of John like that’s a reason for me to go. Surely if you wanted to ease relations with him we could have done so years ago hm? You are a poor game master Eiasten, still I will go. Purely because you ask it of me” Saffire replied turning away from the Prime Minister. Eiasten merely frowned, and left.
Lehon System: IPE Space
Both the Union and Triarch contingents swiftly entered the system with a handful of vessels each, most were science ships escorted by smaller classes of warships. For Triarch the presence of some of their new vessels was as much a statement of intended business as it was for protection and the Union sensor crews were given strict instructions to study the new vessels designs as much as possible while they attended the event.
John Triarch appeared first, in one of his legendary suits he strode into the event with several aids at his side and his renowned bodyguard Destro who while towering over Triarch wore a plain grey suit as always. John, ever the stylist bowed as he proclaimed himself.
“John Triarch, CEO of Triarch Inc. pleasure to meet you all. I hope we may conduct excellent business and diplomacy between each other” He grinned with pure white teeth but was quickly caught by the arrival of the Union contingent.
Princess Saffire walked into the venue with purpose, she was in her full regalia armour and all. Gold and blue hung from her form as she was escorted by several members of the Union diplomatic Core and several parade dress Marines. Her huge wings were held at semi stretched increasing her size even more but she held a smile on her features given her well rehearsed nature. As per tradition she announced herself quickly after.
“I am Saffire Hamilton, Princess of the Union of Worlds speaking on behalf of the Prime Minister. I am honoured to attend this event and wish that only the best come from our peoples” She bowed, before eyeing John who stood nearby. The Businessman smiled, it had been a long time since he had seen an Angel, and the last time he had seen a Union official they had been at war.
Axis System: Sole heartland of the Holy Kingdom of Prador
Amidst the sprawling Central Kingdom on the planet of Pradoria. A Nocamal diplomat kneeled before his King, speaking quickly. "My lord, a message on the wave of the Ancerious Galaxy."
"Play it back to me." Was his simple response. After finishing it, the tiny Fairvae King put his fingers to his chin, and than spoke with purpose. "Send the Kingmaker, and two escorts. Take two of my Murifri guard, along with a group of Pradorian Knights. Send Magister Alansto, it is high time we show the galaxy who we are!"
Lehon System
The Kingdom of Prador arrived in force. No weapons having power surging through them, but per Pradorian doctrine shows of force was something they loved. Two dreadnoughts each having four battle-cruisers as escorts. From one of the two dreadnoughts came a small shuttle, flanked by two fighters. The fighters staying in the hanger, or pad to guard the ship, while Magister Alansto's escort arrived at the Grand Galactic Exchange proper.
Two Murifri Guard, wearing full-plate-isk armor with a silvery coloration, gold plated decorations, and a golden light coming out from the helmets visor. Two giant wings stretching out from both of them, white, and feathered. While the armor hid much of their features slight differences showed one was male, and one female. The most striking part of the two knights was the golden, almost crown like halo that shed light like that of a torch, or high powered lantern. Along with the two of them came another 12 Knights with identical look save for the golden markings of the front most two. Each having a pair of giant feathered wings, but otherwise features hidden from view. Along with each of the addition 12 Knights came a group of 6 Fairivae Knights.
Riding on the shoulders, or head. Tiny 3 inch tall creatures in similar, but much, much smaller armor. The helmets parting at the ears to allow their long ears to droop out, and the back open for either moth, or butterfly wings depending on the Knight.
On top of the male front-most guard stood Magister Alansto. A 3 inch tall fairvae woman with large purple and pink butterfly wings, and instead of armor wearing a tiny dress made from what looked like a autumn leaf. She stood on the head of the Pradorian Kings Guard and cleared her throat, asking smally to the knight under her. "Can you do the thing?" The Knight gave no word, but his halo glew a more brilliant golden energy, and Magister Alansto spoke.
"I am Magister Elowen Alansto on behath of the Holy Kingdom of Prador! I speak in King Eloden's stead, to show you all the greatness of our isolated nation! It is an honor to speak with you all!"
The woman did a over dramatic curtsy from atop the Knights head. Barely seeable from a distance it wouldn't be a shock if people though it was the Knight speaking. The group marched to their own little square of the meeting place, each Knight standing at attention with their deactivated polearms. Without the magical energy flowing through them they looked little more than metals sticks a few feet taller than the Knights.
Noveau Adalouse, Royal Federation Space
Diplomatic Corp was intrigued by the message, newcomers opening their doors to the greater galaxy in an attempt to gain a foot hold on the political landscape. She didn't want these new people to think that the Federation was being impersonal by only going herself, she would drag along the Duchess who in the last years of her term had not accomplished much but maintain the status quo within the Federation Ancerious Holdings. Perhaps establishing more open relations could be a good note to send her out on? Corp would pull some strings to all but force the Duchesses attendance to the meeting. Something like this was mush more worthy of her time.
Lehon System, Praetorian Empire Space
"You could of brought someone else along with you Corps." Duchess Sofia snarled as the ship exited its wormhole at the systems edge.
"Nonsense, everyone else was busy and i saw a large gap in your schedule. You were the only high ranking official of the government available." Corp replied calmly.
"M'lady, we'll be arriving shortly. I'll feed the sensor readout to your office, its unbelievable the amount of different ships out here." The captains voice came in over the intercom
Looking on in surprise at the turn Sofia swallowed her anger and prepared her inner diplomat. There were some big names here already, Union of Worlds and Imperial Nalyda the main two of concern. There was a handful of unknowns or lesser known nations as well, although they were of lesser interest on the Federations priorities something would still be organised with them by the end of the event. Docking with the station the Federation Diplomatic ship disgorged its payload of a handful of chefs, event staff with a display about the Federation and of course Duchess Sofia wearing an elegant formal dress with a holographic image of corp next to her wearing something similar. The two walked gracefully and patiently into the venue where they introduced themselves.
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"I am Duchess Sofia de Adalouse of the Royal Federation, here on behalf of the Roi and the people of the Federation. We are charmed to meet your aquataince and thank you for the invitation to this event." She said proudly giving a curtsy
Chief Diplomat Kalsar and the RANGSI entourage was perhaps one of the last to arrive. Many of the Foreign Service were busy, either dealing with a variety of Unaligned or the developing mess that was the Sarabhai-Raman War and the RANGSI peacekeepers stranded there. He smirked to himself, he certainly did not envy Su-Jyeon right now.
What he envied of his colleagues right now however, was sleep. Forget vacation, getting a day off would be like a thousand years of rest. This assignment came to him at the last minute right after he finished meeting with the CSA representatives on Kel-Arrim - arranging the parade, the tour of the city and the meeting itself exhausted him greatly and he had been about to enjoy the day off.
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“Sorry, Kalsar, we don’t have anyone else on station right now,” the Foreign Service’s secretary said, monotonously and unemotionally like a true civil servant.
“Well, why don’t we postpone it? You know, come visit these Praetorians some other day?”
“We can’t. The boss wants to get us in that Galactic Exchange of Culture and make sure the Republik gets some new brownie points. You know you can’t exactly postpone the ‘Galactic Exchange of Culture’. The boss chartered a cultural team, food, a shuttle and everything but the only thing he doesn;t have is a Chief Diplomat to oversee the proceedings. So, it has to be you.”
Kalsar took the phone off and muted himself as he shouted the ‘F’ bomb out loud in the confines office. Sucking in back the frustration, he went back on the call.
“Chief Diplomat Kalsar?” the secretary asked for a response.
“Yea, sorry, my...uh..secretary came in to ask some questions,” he cleared his throat. “Well then, when do we leave?”
“Now actually. Pack your bags. A transport will be there to pick you up and drive you to the spaceport.”
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That was about around 4 hours ago. Kalsar looked into the mirror for one last time, combing his hair and straightening the dark blue blazer that had been the Foreign Service’s formal uniform for quite a few years now, ever since the end of the 2nd Ancerious War. He was certain he looked the part, well, except the dark ‘panda’ circles beneath his eyes. If it were not for the Dikir Barat entourage incessantly singing in the cabin, he would have managed to get some shut-eye on the journey.
“Lousy budget cuts,” he grumbled as the shuttle doors opened and he immediately put on a smile, as he switched to his ‘diplomat’ mode within seconds. His security detail followed behind, with black suits and concealed pistols, this smartly dressed but lightly armored and lightly armed bodyguards had since replaced the older entourage of military naval infantry in order to project a more diplomatic and less threatening image.
“Greetings! I am Chief Diplomat Kalsar of the Republik Angkasa Singapura. I hope I am not late to the party, am I?” He met up with the other national representatives, offering each of them a handshake or a bow if they seemed to prefer to keep a friendly distance.
“Princess Saffire! It is an honour to finally meet an Union Angel!” Kalsar tried his best to keep up his jovial facade and gave a wide smile. The honour to meet an Angel however, was definitely not a lie, and Kalsar wished he had been in better spirits on such a momentous occasion.
Praetorian Empire Space
High System Orbit
ENS Victorium
Siltrin looked over at his Husband one more time, as he straightened his own tie. Dressed in formal Black suits with Empyrian Pink ties, the two shared a skeptical gaze. Siltrin was not the Diplomat like his Husband, but he had an important part in Gilitims Equation. Gilitim nodded, as they walked out of their cabin and onto the hallway. A gaggle of assistants stood waiting, and one flanked Gilitim as he began walking to the Hangar.
“Alright Sir, here is the plan.” The Assistant waved in front of her, a calendar appearing before them.
“We will arrive at the Reception now, and you will confer with the people there. Vanguard says the Union, RANGSI, Royal Federation, Prador, the Company Triarch, the Pords, as well as maybe a few more. As discussed, current objectives revolve around the Union and RANGSI for now, although we’re unsure of other parties' plans with us, they are our main targets.” The Assistant waved again, showing a dossier of the Union representative. On it were a few small talk points, overarching objectives, and current objectives.
“The Union is one of the larger factions here, and its political views align very much with ours. With the current tensions and our strategic situation, it is imperative we establish an alliance with them. Princess Saffire is their representative, and while it is certainly a strenuous appointment, we should be able to get some agreement through.”
As the Assistant flicked her hand again, Gilitim Muttered, “We could finally give Erwin something to do as well.”
“Possibly sir,” the assistant added, before continuing on. The new Card displayed the RANGSI delegation as well as similar info to the other card before.
“Chief Diplomat Kalsar of RANGSI sir. While RANGSI is not aligned with us politically, they are our closest real neighbor, and with that pose multiple challenges with that. With Kalsar, our main goal is establishing some sort of dialogue and possibly economic ties. Their system seems inclined to talk more than fuzz, so get into deets with him sir, and we should be able to complete this objective as well. Vanguard has said he seems rather tired though at the moment, so staff has suggested letting Siltrin talk to him first and soften him up before you jump in.”
Siltrin nodded, as they entered the hangars.
The Assistant finally swiped back to the schedule.
“So in total, after the initial meeting and cultural exchange, I will go to the staff of the Union and RANGSI and negotiate some one on one meetings during this event. I will also notify you if any other parties call us for a meeting, and prepare you before that.”
Gilitim breathed in, preparing himself. Staff and Security filed onto multiple transports, now taking off from the carrier. Gilitim turned to the assistant.
“So in total, do the exchange, then ally with the Union, make money with RANGSI, and deal with whoever else wants to exploit us?”
“Precisely sir.”
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Planetside
As Gilitims transport landed, a small team of Purple Berets were already ready from the Vanguard. Basically everything turned upside down with Empyrian level paranoia and put back exactly, Gilitim exited the black chrome dropship. Siltrin at his side, he walked with a reserved swagger to the reception area, a team of Purple Berets striding around him in Suits and instead of berets, wore blackout shades and purple pins on their suits.
Gilitim now went to work, talking to the people around him and getting acquainted with the hosts. He would follow along with the proceedings for now, his main thought right now would be on the meetings his staff was now organizing.
Once all the diplomats had arrived they were ushered towards their seats by Praetorians seemingly filling the role of butlers and hosts the mechanical nature of them being once and for all made clear to those who had not yet known of it. their teams were divided into those attending the dinner and those setting up each nations display and they were sent to their assigned floors through which the dining dais would descend through giving each nation an unobscured look at their art and culture.
The table at the center of the dais was donut shaped and made entirely out of a single piece of some sort of enormous blackened crystal more than large enough to seat all the diplomats present with plenty of breathing room to spare upon closer inspection 3D engravings could be seen from within the crystal each image a beautiful relief of a different story and part of Praetorian history, any chairs present had been crafted out of a deep red wood that was both sturdy and beautiful, made to be completely form fitting to the life form that would be inhabiting it so nobody would be uncomfortable
As the many diplomats would take their seats a large number of about 60 Praetorians would walk onto a stage carrying what appear to be many different instruments with no two of them looking the same once they had sat in their respective chairs in a semicircle facing the diplomatic teams they began to play their instruments on perfect cue despite no visible one being given. Each instrument on its own seemed to be making a singular piece of an intricate puzzle that was woven together by the increasing complexities of each instrument.
Once the piece had finished after around 5 or 6 minutes a rather resplendent Praetorian entered the chamber and announced
"Presenting His Imperial Highness, Magnus, The Infinite Emperor, The Mechanist, The Aspect of Kings, to represent the Infinite Praetorian Empire and host this evenings event."
"Presenting His Highness, Belissarius, Heir to the Infinite Empire, Slayer of Moldratha, The Aspect of War, to represent the Infinite Praetorian Empire"
Out of a large vaulted door frames in gold leaf came a rather short procession with Magnus and Belissarius at its head flanked by a small squad of Centurions who were armed and took up protective positions to keep an eye on things. Magnus was mostly gold with some silver plating on his casing the golden light of his Anima shining through the slits in his helmet. every inch of his armor was etched with different chromatic pieces a particular image wasn't seen more a design which changed its style constantly throughout the etching, his crown was large inset with 13 points with each one containing a different jewel bringing him to about 8 feet tall. Bellisarius looked similar minus the crown though he was a bit bulkier than Magnus seemingly built and designed for combat.
After their entrance had been made The royal pair took their seats at the head of the table
Saffire bowed to Kalsar with a smile.
“The honour is mine, it is reassuring to see friendly faces of our allies here. After all it is not everyday I get to conduct face to face diplomacy but I am happy that I can do so alongside you Diplomat Kalsar” Saffire appeared totally genuine, glancing over at the Royal Federation diplomat as she announced herself she kept her serene smile, analysing the potential threat in the room. Saffire was no stranged to galactic politics and the Royal Federation was a main contender to rival Union aims across the galaxy.
Perhaps she could make some difference here.
Still there were several polities she didn’t recognise and was eager to try and engage in diplomacy with. No doubt with the Federation present it would be a tug of war for potential allegiances, but Saffire was intending to enjoy herself at this event regardless. She was take out of her thoughts as the tell tale voice came over her.
“Princess Saffire, it is an honour my dear” John Triarch had walked over, nodding in politeness to Kalsar “Chief diplomat, also an honour. It is nice to converse in a setting of not total war hmm?” John grinned to them both as a joke “You know princess the last time I saw you was when you were but a young girl, you have grown to become quite the sight. I hope that we can perhaps have some good conversations today?” Saffire seemed awkward for a moment before smiling.
“It is good to see you too Mr. Triarch, its been a long time. And of course we shall talk when we can”
“Please call me John, although I don’t think Uncle John is quite appropriate in this setting” Saffire immediately scowled causing him to laugh “I’m only joking princess I do apologise. Ah it looks to be beginning” Several praetorians came over and directed the groups to their seats, Saffire sighing softly after it seemed John still remembered her childhood. Painful memories threatened to flood her, but she merely looked up and awaited the arrival of their hosts. It was elaborate and the Praetorians clearly liked their flare and pomp, John watched with interest as Saffire kept her friendly appearance up.
Finally with them at the head of the table and sat down Saffire spoke up.
“I would thank our hosts for inviting us to this event and catering to our different cultures. It is an honour to be here your Imperial Highnesses”
Kalsar remained putting on a smile while at the back of his head, the old analytic engine was running through everything about royal and formal protocols he could remember, so as to slight and offend nobody. Especially so when the Infinite Emperor Magnus resembled a hulking mass of metal with roaring fire underneath, he wanted to come out of this certainly alive.
He was always more accustomed to the simple office and meeting room for his business; indeed they were much more plain in comparison and did not leave much for imagination but it was professional, and yet still left room for more intimate dealings and conversations with friends and regular contacts. A royal fancy party like this was thus an uncomfortable setting for him - 100% formalities; watch what you are doing, what you are saying, what you are gesturing and most importantly - watch who is watching you.
He gave a little glance to the Empyrian diplomats across from him. They had been taking looks at him ever since he arrived and he noticed. A new neighbour, perhaps they want to discuss something? Kalsar decided to remain aloof for now and decided to let them come to him after all this, if they so wished.
But Kalsar’s thoughts soon drifted to the only two people, or rather nations, that he knew - Saffire of the Union of Worlds, and John Triarch of Triarch Inc. Relations with the Union had recently been slightly frayed following the dissolution of the AGA and the incident over the Raman-Sarabhai War, while of course this so far has made little impact on the larger bilateral ties between RANGSI and the Union, it would not hurt to talk things over and reaffirm their nations’ friendship here. Triarch on the other hand, he would have to tread carefully. After all, it only seemed just like yesterday when his company and his troops were on the side of the APP. But who knows, perhaps megacorporations like Triarch Inc were only following the money, and with the APP gone, it might be an opportunity to inch Triarch over to their side.
Right after Saffire, Kalsar raised his glass of drink. “Your Imperial Highness, this has been one of the most impressive displays of art, culture, aesthetic and music I have ever encountered so far. My compliments to your people.”
The observers section of the table was strange, a lot of cameras attached to a little walking robot with 6 legs, and a few many arms. The cameras ranged from basic webcams to more expensive movie style cameras. It was worrying with the “homemade but well made” look it had, a few wires here or there but the majority of it was covered up in its sky blue casing, a few white circles stenciled on. It drew eyes, and returned them.
If anyone was able to see entangled comms it would be clear that it was throwing gigabytes of information out every minute, back up to orbit while getting a bit back.
But it was weird for the observer in orbit, to present on culture and art when you had been alive for at most a few years, so it used what it could. The culture of a dead species from a dead planet. But it would be difficult to poetry culture, food, and art of a species it had never known, and to make it very clear that it had nothing to do with the death of the species and the planet. But i knew something else, that it had to make a good impression for mother, the one that had expended it as most would drink a can of cola. Yet the one it loved, worshiped even. It knew it had no connection to mother anymore, beyond giving information back, not asking for information- not wanting to burden mother. But the others? They would see a thing that had come from mother and prescribe its actions to mother. It questioned the use of the camera drone, it knew that the use of something more human- more aesthetically pleasing to the people there. But it knew that mother would love the information. It was able to question quickly, think a lot before being forced to give a response. Before it had died for the first time it had the ability to manage 10s of thousands of shells and missiles. Being able to guide each one's newborn AI to its immolation if mother was not there to do it.
So, the drone spoke up, In its turn.
“I do not know much about this universe, but I am happy to present what I can and observe more.”
The little things always bring joy to Yalnaaq's day - a comment here, an action there - and so the perfectly-tailored make of the seats provided for the gathered catch his eye as he enters. Sitting down, he smiles to the others of the Pordish delegation. These came out well, he says, well crafted and appropriate.
The observation draws a nod from the scribe. She looks over the richness of the wood and then catches glimpse of the table, too. The myriad reliefs depicting Praetorian history are an intriguing touch, and she makes a mental note of all of it while settling in her chair. Everything certainly comes together well, and it is obvious the Praetorians take great care in cultivating aesthetic - a fact greatly appreciated by their Pordish visitors.
Diverse selection of polities here, Yalaaq's aide notes as the musicians begin to wrap up their segment of the display. Good opportunity to reach out to some of the others. He taps a finger on the table: contemplation.
Yalnaaq nods quickly, but his attention is taken by Emperor Magnus, the Aspect of Kings, and the Heir to the Infinite Empire, the Aspect of War alongside him. Quite a bit of gold, he muses to himself as they stride into the chamber. Their accompanying Centurions do not go unnoticed, but the Pordish delegation overall - all three members of it - with no speech forthcoming from the Emperor, swiftly bring themselves back to the comment made by Yalnaaq's aide prior. We can discuss things with our neighbours soon enough, he says belatedly.
The aide nods; Yalnaaq stands.
I'd like to echo the words of Chief Diplomat Kalsar. The presentation here is masterful, and the consideration that you have for your guests is genuinely appreciated, he bows with the comment, then: On behalf of the Alabaster Kingdom and all of Pordkind, thank you for having us.
He seats himself once more.
Sitting himself down, a small team sat beside him on the table, filling up the Empyrian Section. The whole group sat respectfully in their tailored suits, the lower level delegates whispering between them, and others watching the other delegations talk. In reality, everyone was moving inside their heads, piecing together Gilitims' next few words.
Gilitim stood up after the pord finished speaking, nodding his agreement, before speaking. He had the delighted smile of a kid in a candy store, and the aura he gave off was a rather calming and friendly one.
“Listening to other contacts Empyria has had with the Praetorians, we are still astonished by their hospitality. Empyria and by that extent on behalf of the Queen and Prime Minister, we would like to give you the greatest thanks for allowing us to attend.”
Nodding to the Union at his next statement, Gilitim continued after a brief pause.
“Empyria sees many other delegations we would have the honour to be acquainted with, and many others who we cannot wait to learn about. I personally, am ecstatic to see the presentations each delegation has planned for the Exchange. I specifically can't wait to see what food the alabaster Kingdom has prepared for us, but already know it will be great.”
At this Gilitim smiled at the pords, nodding his head respectfully.
“But, enough of us, thank you again Emperor Magnus.”
Finishing, Gilitim sat down, ready to start.
After being seated Sofia and Corps both observed the other guests and watched carefully as to who should be approached or avoided. Most notoriously sticking out was Saffire representing the Union of Worlds who were indirectly responsible for the destruction of several cities inside the Federation after they gave away better FTL drives to the xenophobic Zentherans. There was of course an official condemnation of these actions by the Federation but it was a point of contention. Another person of notable interest was the RANGSI delegate. RANGSI being one of the only larger nations closest to the Federation, the Imperial Nalydya. Everyone else was an unknown but they weren't discounted.
"Take your pick Duchess, I'd start with the small fry maybe our hosts." Corps remarked
The Emperor waved his clawed hand in the air, unnecessarily as he had sent his orders across the network, but more so to the comfort of his guests and give them something visual to recognize of something happening. Once his gesture was complete several doors flew open that were previously unseen and completely flush with the walls around them. Out of the doors came several more of the Praetorian ushers each carrying rather large trays of food and placed them in front of each guest, each meal made by the party sitting to their right excluding the mechanical races for obvious reasons. with the meals would be served a deep crimson liquid in a fluted glass embellished with gold and silver printings. The glasses were molded to fit the hands of the parties they were served to. As the liquid was served it would also be delivered with a warning on a placard written in galactic basic with the liquids ingredients so as to not give anyone any sort of allergic reactions. It was an alcohol similar to a brandy aged in Praetorian vaults for several thousand years. The alcohol was somewhat strong, tasting mostly of sweet cherries and raspberries, the taste of alcohol itself would be mostly absent from it however. As these were served Magnus would stand with an empty glass in his hand raising it in the air in a toast. his voice deep, simulated and clearly old.
"My friends and appreciators of the arts, it is lovely to see that so many were able to attend this event it is a tradition of the ancient empire and I am happy to continue it here with the diplomats of so many nations. Our task this evening, while being a leisurely one is also deeply rooted in importance. Many things will be accomplished, formations of treaties, philosophical discussions, and most excitedly to myself, the displays that each of your cultures has set up in the floors below. We will now have some time to enjoy the food our colleagues have so graciously prepared for us before we move onto the first display on the next floor, that of the Union of Worlds. At the end of this evening you will each be approached with an offer from the Infinite Praetorian Empire tailored to this evenings events. We hope that you enjoy this evenings events and find them to be fruitful."
Saffire bowed in respect as the first round came out. She spotted all kinds of foods she was used to, Cylaurian Aged Bass, Anthorsian Coral paste, Mirachs assortment of cheeses and more. All had been brought and prepared by chefs who had come along with them, something to help show the Unions culture as more than just peacekeepers.
Her contingent dug in, keeping a close eye on reactions as the food was served to help gauge what nations liked their cuisine. Saffire herself kept a close eye on the Royal Federation, Sofia doing the same before all of a sudden one of her aides had whispered into her ear. With little commotion the RF group stood up and without touching their meals began to leave. Sofia herself speaking up.
"I apologise greatly Emperor but something major has come up that requires my immediate attention, I thank you humbly for your hospitality and I hope that our nations may conduct diplomacy soon, for now however I must depart. I wish all here the best of luck" She smiled, staring daggers at Saffire before leaving.
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"Wonder what that was about" John smiled tucking into some Cylaurian Bass. Oh he had missed some of the Unions food.
"Unknown Mr Triarch I have no information on what it could be." John waved a hand.
"No matter. I am sure we can conduct business either way"
For the observer the idea of good food brought up a lot of data, in a scientific sense terrabytes of information about texture, salt content, enzymes, and more. On a cultural level both ideas and images of everything from roadside fruit to quanis restaurants. But it had never experienced tasting something for itself. Even if it knew every step of the process.
It thought about making a restaurant, perhaps a chain. Under one mind it would be one of the best. No mistakes of service or cooking, and a good source for information.
A request was submitted to an alien mind a galaxy away that cared little for it.
The uncomfortable looking pile of sensors that was technically mobile to the left of the pords got no food, and was quite disappointed. But not wanting to cause a mess by asking for an extra tray extended a small camera on a stick off the left side in the direction of the emyprians, and their food. Deciding to initiate the conversation in what could be defined as the worst way possible.
“Can I have a little?
The camera shutterd twice, almost blinking.
The platter of food brought to Yalnaaq, his aide, and the scribe is an impressive selection of Empyrian cuisine. Aromas waft magnificently from them as Yalnaaq eyes the placard accompanying the crimson beverage. It does not appear to be poisonous, so he samples a taste.
There is an interesting blend of flavours in this drink, he remarks to the scribe. Her eyes glisten with genuine intrigue, and then she too samples it.
Tasi, yes, I agree, she says after a moment. I cant quite place what it reminds me of. She takes another sip, then adds: but is extremely sweet. Her palette, far more accustomed to mostly meats and fats, is not used to the blend of raspberries with cherry flavour.
Yalnaaq turns his attention to the plate of food before him, then looks over to the Empyrian delegation to his right. Tell me about this dish, he inquires.
An Empyrian on the corner of their part of the massive table took Gilitims attention, and he looked over enthusiastically
"Oh, I see you got our cuisine. I am not sure exactly, Chef Wolin is not at the table currently, but-" gilitim turned his head up, overlooking the food the Pords had.
"Well, the water is rose petal water, its a common type of drink in empyria, many like it carbonated, but you have the un-carbonated kind. Many of you also got an alchoholic beverage as well, Jadisian wine-" Gilitim looks a little closer at the bottle, and giving an amused face, continues, "wow we brought one of the vintage stock, I'm not allowed to pull that out, so savor that."
"The food as I can see is a bunch of different things." In front of the pords was a couple platters with very different food on each, and empty plates.
"I believe Chef Wolin made our cuisine a more self-serve type of deal, so you can see a variety of diffrent foods he prepared. which I believe shows off not only the higher types of food we have in our state, but also those eaten by the common citizenry. Left to right, you'll see a rather common and cheap food that many Empyrians eat, the good old Cheeseburger. After that is servings of New Imperian Filet-mignon, a more middle-high class food. After that, wow, you have a few MRE's that our armed forces are given out. I've actually tried some of those C rations, they aren't bad, but certainly are filling. After that I think you'll see a little more expensive food, Pork Bao Buns with a bunch of fun stuff in them I cannot recall. Finally on the end there will be a few vegetarian dishes, as well as some Classic Cheesecake I actually picked out, so i'm happy that got in."