Post by bluesnailok on Mar 26, 2023 0:21:15 GMT
For some time now, the people of Vaplana and Natar had known of each other. Through the natural effect of both openly engaging in galactic trade and communication, both parties had come to understand the existence of the other. But, previously, official contact had been limited; restricted to sporadic transmissions or unreliable third party traders.
But now some real contact was occurring. Only recently Vaplana had made itself apparent as a devoutly neutral party amid the rapidly escalating tug-of-war between native and colonial within the galaxy. The Associated States of Natar was perhaps the largest native economic power in the galaxy that was still steadfastly unaligned in its most literal sense. The Teliran government under former Stadtholder Tetlisun had been determined to ensure that the ASN would be an anchor, a bastion of peace, in the storm and chaos of galactic war.
While Tetlisun was now gone, the ASN was still officially an entity that was constitutionally committed to a policy of international neutrality. The new Stadtholder, Saljir Arcamavir, had not yet displayed any indication of trying to change this stance.
The pacifistic attitudes that Vaplana had recently made itself known for, by its outreach for mediations, had been noted by Natar. Not only because of the common stance Vaplana had, but also because of the diplomatic preeminence Vaplana evidently held with at least Orillia and the Union of Worlds. This unknown and curious native power had piqued the interest of the Association.
Now Vaplana had been invited to dispatch a delegation to Natar. Specifically, they were to address the Executive Assembly of the Association. Only a single foreign power had ever been extended such an invitation before. Neither the Union, nor Orillia, had ever received such an offer; there was no higher honour for a foreign power.
But first, the delegation was to arrive.
First appearing at the edge of Natar’s system, the Vaplanan’s were met by a party of almost sixty warships. These ships, far from juggernauts or a show of force, were a series of small corvettes, gunboats, patrol ships and escort vessels, each had its own shape, insignias and design. It was a fleet of dozens of nations, all having sent forth their own escort to see the Vaplanan’s safe passage on the final strait of their journey.
The system that Natar was nestled within was not a lonely one. Scans, analysations and signatures indicated hundreds,if not thousands, of platforms and stations that occupied the system. Many were military stations, but many more were storage facilities, depots, refueling and repair centers or headquarters for a smorgasbord of different galactic corporations.
It wasn’t just the space that was occupied, but the celestial bodies too. Asteroids hosted numerous mining corporate operations while the various planetoids showed signs of temporary settlement and excavation. But the largest activity, beside Natar, came from a moon for a planet neighboring the Teliran homeworld. The moon was much like Natar in climate, and revealed the presence of countless colonies upon it. The moon of Sano had been Natar’s first ever off-world settlement, and a lucky fortune that such an ecologically abundant world was so close to home.
But the hub of everything was, clearly, unavoidably, Natar itself. As one came closer to Natar, the more recognisable its development became. Like a tiny sun, half of the planet, shrouded in night, glowed with balls of yellow that amassed in certain areas. The other half, covered in the light of the sun, looked much like a marble of verdant green and pure blue. From the planet came an almost unfathomable amount of traffic coming back and forth. Lines of freighters, smaller traders and large cruiseships and transporters rushed to and fro upon pre-established lines in and out of the world. Others circled Natar like hawks, eagerly awaiting their new directives or for clearance to be granted for their departures or landings.
Descending into the clouds among the dark side of Natar, the ship touched down at an almost surprising cosmodrome. The Vaplanans were not guided to the heart of some compact urban terminal, or a frantically busy commercial spaceport, but a quiet, sleepy military base out in the countryside.
The local party sent to meet them were predominantly Telirans from the local nationstate. Their clothes were all rather minimalist at their core, using small, unicolour layers. But ontop were layers of jewelry, braids, baubles and bands of undoubtedly high value. The result were outfits that infused the officiousness of a uniform with the pomp of aristocratic fashion.
Apart from the crowd of invited individuals who had come to welcome the guests, the outer perimeter of the spacious landing zone was occupied by a company of troops, predominantly Teliran. However, others of other alien stock were also present. The military garrison kept watch on both the newcoming party and for potential assailants to their guests alike.
Ahead of all the crowd stood a single Teliran male who, atop his grey tunic, wore a shining, black cuirass. The ancient, knightly look was, however, juxtaposed by the man’s portly frame and the powdered makeup that stylized his face into the appearance of an ancient Human aristocrat. With his hands clasped together and a respectful, warm smile upon his face as he stood under his fluttering national flag, following a nod of greeting, the Teliran announced,
“Welcome, honoured Vaplanans, to Natar. I am Lord Massiney Controta, and I have been elected the high privilege of hosting you for the duration of your expedition. We are currently at Salea Military Base, in the Kalethian Republic- My homeland. It is my humble desire that, by the end of this trip, you will leave with a warm opinion of not only Natar- But of its people.”
Rubbing his hands together, Lord Controta gestured for the Vaplanans to follow him, “As you may know, the present plan is for your people to stay at my manor until the conference in Talcit City. On that night I shall take you into the capital, where you will deal with Stadtholder Arcamavir and the International Assembly of Natar.”
It wasn’t exactly a normal day in Vaplana when they had received the invitation from the Associated States of Natar. In fact, the Palace was a flurry of activity amidst preparations for the peace negotiations. The controlled chaos was so intense, the exclusive invitation nearly fell through the net so to speak. When Fidelia had read the invitation aloud to herself later in the day she nearly fainted in shock, being invited to address the Executive Assembly of the Association was huge for her nation. The platform this would provide was basically priceless, not only would Vaplana be put on the map politically this may even lead to a boost in the tourism sector they so heavily relied on. Let alone the obvious benefits of closer ties with Natar. This was not an opportunity she could afford to pass up. Fidelia had frantically made calls that night to her diplomats, regretting that she was so busy with the peace talks that she could not attend in person but instead determined to find just the right person for this task.
Prime Minister Malax Wickford was not as enthusiastic at the news. He was increasingly paranoid of foreign influence within Vaplana after the recent terror attack, and his preliminary investigations made it clear there was some small connection there to the Associated States of Natar. It could be innocent, just a coincidence, or it could be something more malicious. Of course, his Queen had gotten ahead of herself and began making calls, she had always been a little too excitable. Just like her father. They both had always made his job of keeping them safe much more difficult than it needed to be, which was why Malax was not pleased when Fidelia had put her foot down and insisted they send a delegation despite the risks.
He would much rather be safe than sorry, especially with all the tension in the galaxy. After some back and forth the two leaders had come to a compromise. Malax would have a say in the members of their delegation, and they would send a group of Guard members to ensure security. Pleased, Fidelia had happily sent off her replies to Natar. Now they just had to put their team together.
Sir Angus Holden was one of Vaplana’s most decorated diplomats, having secured favourable trade agreements with many unaligned nations as well as expanded Vaplana’s information gathering network significantly over his career due to the sheer number of connections he had gathered. He had been lifted from humble beginnings, attending one of Vaplana’s countless diplomacy academies on a scholarship, then going on to achieve notoriety for his adventurous spirit and eagerness for the new and exciting. This blend of professional diplomat and lustful explorer made him the ideal candidate to send to Natar. He knew exactly what to say and when, but he was also not one to be afraid of a new and intimidating culture. He was, therefore, not surprised in the slightest when he received his summons to the Palace. He was so confident, in fact, that he had already packed all he needed and was ready to go at the drop of a hat.
He would be accompanied by his close companion, the poet Ezra Rossetti. The two were inseparable and Ezra, while not attending as an official Vaplanan spokesperson, was certainly not one to be ignored. He was responsible for many popular works documenting some of the galaxy's most curious cultures in a manner easily digestible for the sheltered Vaplanan to appreciate and enjoy. While not quite at the level of a reliable historian since his poems were at least embellished with many exaggerations, his work always held a nugget of truth that could not be overlooked. He was looking forward to exploring a new Nation at Angus’s side, and hopefully, Natar would be the inspiration he needed for his next bestseller.
The pair and their team were dispatched from Vaplana post-haste, the Government and their Queen eager to see how fruitful closer ties with the Associated States could be. The diplomats and aides were not alone, however. They were escorted by a small group of highly-trained ceremonial Guard members, whose job it was to keep them safe and keep an eye out for any ‘suspicious activity’ that Prime Minister Wickford had spent at least an hour briefing the team on. Usually, for such important occasions, the team would travel on Vaplana’s flagship; the stunning Viridian Dream. Many were disappointed that the Flagship had not been summoned for the task so they could witness the spectacle of the Viridian Dream’s spectacular light shows, however, given the state of the Galaxy currently many cautiously agreed with Prime Minister Wickford’s view of keeping Vaplana’s only real defense close to home for now. Just to be sure.
It was a rather pleasant journey across space, all things considered. Angus had plenty of time to brainstorm ideas for his address to the Assembly and Ezra was happy lounging around and getting to know the Ceremonial Guard team they had been assigned. They were, frankly, a boring bunch, only interested in keeping the pair on schedule and secure. Not the adventurous types the two had been hoping for. That was Prime Minister Wickford’s influence, to be sure. Things perked up for Ezra when the Vaplanan vessel approached Natar. Everyone aboard, especially Ezra, was astounded by the reception they received. His initial reaction was of mild panic, seeing so many warships gathered in one place led his thoughts to the inevitable worst-case scenario. The Guard members were quick to clarify that these ships were, in fact, friendly, and were merely there to welcome them and assure their journey went unimpeded. That cheered Ezra up considerably, and feeling inspired he began fervently writing in a notebook. The ceremonial welcoming paired with Natar’s bustling space was exactly the kind of inspiration he had been hoping for!
Angus was considerably more calm during the last stretch of their journey, preferring to focus on his appearance and preparations to be welcomed by their host. Being Vaplana’s official spokesman, it was imperative he made the perfect first impression. He was still nonetheless extremely touched by the act of solidarity the nations of the galaxy extended to him and his party. He had made one of his aides make notes of every insignia and flag displayed in the welcoming fleet, and when he was settled on Natar he would personally message those nations in thanks of their kind gesture.
From what everyone had heard about Natar they had expected and were mentally prepared to be welcomed in a bustling cityscape, but the Vaplanan delegation were pleasantly surprised to see sleepy countryside surrounding them upon their exit from their ship. It felt like home, or as much like it as another planet could be, and the sentiment of the Telirans choosing this place to welcome them was not lost on Angus. The small military presence was something new, but it was not unwelcome considering the lengthy lecture Prime Minister Wickford had given the delegation before their departure.
Angus smiled warmly upon Lord Controta’s greetings, and with a small bow he greeted the Teliran in kind,
“We are honoured to be welcomed so warmly by you and yours, Lord Controta. I am Sir Angus Holden, and I extend an earnest thank you on behalf of my delegation and my people for this prestigious invitation. I anticipate that this moment is the beginning of a warm and fruitful relationship between our nations.”
He gladly followed Lord Controta and fell into step with him so they could comfortably converse. Ezra and the rest of the Vaplanan delegation followed behind, Ezra’s eyes excitedly darting around taking in every shred of inspiration he could.
“I have personally been looking forward to staying with you, Lord Controta. Of course, the conference in Talcit city is the main attraction, but I cannot wait to experience all Natar has to offer as well as your hospitality.”
In the inky black shroud of night, the rendezvous felt almost secretive with the quiet chirping of nocturnal insects, the rumbling of jets in the distance and the faint barking of dogs in some nearby kennels. A train whistle echoed through the night, indicating the party’s destination as their footsteps crunched into the gravel underneath.
Traced by a handful of silent, thoughtless automatons whiched clutched onto halberd like weapons in close order, Lord Controta went on to note:
“It is a shame not to see your monarch here. I must admit, when those who lead our planet had petitioned to invite Vaplana to our world, we had all imagined that she would not view it as not important enough.”
The stocky Teliran gestured for the group to enter what looked to be an unsuspecting train house. Far from a grandiose diplomatic spectacle, the building was made out of simple brick and mortar, covered by sheet metal. Its interior was not much more decorative, with military crates lining the platform leading to the train cars awaiting the group. Workers went about moving cargo to the carriages at the front, while a few military officers standing towards the back put out their cigarettes at the sight of the diplomats, waiting for their approach.
Lord Controta’s calm visage appeared to diminish at the sight of the cleanly-dressed, uniformed silhouettes of the Officers awaiting their arrival. Donning a more grim stare at the figures from across the platform, Controta waved for his colleagues to stay their distance,
“Stay here” Lord Controta ordered, not waiting for a response, before he speed-walked ahead towards the military officials.
Several minutes proceeded to go by with Controta evidently having some kind of heated, yet hushed discussion with the men; looking back to the Vaplanans from time to time. Eventually, however, the indecipherable battle in stifled voices came to a close. Taking one last look, the officers watched the Vaplanan delegation before marching off in the opposite direction.
Returning back to his guests with a more content look, the Lord sighed with a tired smile,
“There we are. I think we’ve scared them off… I do apologise for all that trouble. Come, let’s make way for more pleasant pastures, shall we?” The Teliran ushered the group onto the rear compartments of the train.
Evidently the locomotive was both an old antique vehicle, and much more fitted for diplomatic hosting than the military station it was sat in. The interiors of the carriages were lit with warm, dim lamps that had the brightness and colour more akin to naked flames than electric illumination. It was certainly a warmer, more insulative and comfortable setting than the shady pitch-black scenes outside. Leather armchairs accompanied by polished, wooden tables offered luxurious furniture as a pair of attendants offered refreshments to the entering Vaplanans.
With Lord Controta taking his place at the back of the rear carriage, the train began to set off almost immediately after everyone was seated; leaving the military base behind.
The several Guard members who were following Angus were not entirely happy with how dark everything was on Natar. Of course, they had been briefed that the Telirans were nocturnal, however their training for nighttime operations had not quite prepared them as well as they would have liked. It was just a learning curve for the Vaplanans, especially considering how sunny their home was most of the time. Angus and his companion, however, did not outwardly care less. Angus was very comfortable chatting to Lord Controta, and Ezra was so absorbed in documenting everything he could see, smell and hear that nothing else mattered.
“I do understand your disappointment, I am certainly no replacement for a beautiful and powerful young Queen.” Angus joked, gesturing to his balding head and slightly portly frame. He knew that the Telirians may take Her Majesty’s absence as an affront, and it was his job to smooth all that over. It was looking potentially as if that may be easier said than done. “I do want to pass along her Majesty’s apologies in that regard, she was absolutely thrilled upon receiving this invitation. However, the Peace talks between Orillia and the Union of Worlds were simply too crucial for her to miss. If all goes as planned, she would be honoured to visit Natar when her schedule allows.”
As the group headed into the train house Ezra couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He had been traveling as Angus’s companion for a good few years now, and they had gotten rather used to all the spectacle and pomp that diplomatic visits afforded the pair. This was certainly different, and definitely unexpected. But different wasn’t necessarily bad! After a brief moment of pause he delved back into his note-taking with a renewed vigour; this was clearly the real Natar, not a shiny fake version that was paraded to foreign officials. This was exactly what he had been searching for!
Angus was not quite as enthused with the situation. Lord Controta’s tone made him a little uneasy when he left to confront the officials, and their glances at him and his party while clearly arguing set that feeling in stone. He motioned for the lead member of his guard to come closer.
“Try to remember those officials, if you would. I know they’re hard to decipher, lad, but they’re making me uneasy.” Angus whispered into the young man’s ear in a way he hoped was not at all suspicious.
“Aye Sir. Can’t help but agree with your sentiment, this is throwing us off too…” The man nodded and stepped back into his position before Lord Controta could return, quietly passing the Diplomat's orders among his team as he returned to their group.. Hopefully together they could make out enough details to remember who those Telirans were and take precautions accordingly if they were ever to cross paths again.
“It’s no problem, Lord Controta. I do hope our presence here is not causing trouble for you.” Angus tried to see where the officials were retreating to, but getting ushered onto the train broke his gaze long enough that he missed their departure.
The Guard members looked a lot more comfortable in the train compartment, the atmosphere was much more like home to them and was much more in line with what they were expecting. Angus and Ezra did not act as relieved as they felt, they were expected to remain composed in all scenarios, but they definitely enjoyed the refreshments and sank into the comfortable leather chairs all the same. Angus noted how easy it was to read his Guards, and felt like cursing whoever sent him with such inexperienced men. He would have to give them a crash course in subtlety when they reached their destination.
As the delegation took flight in their train down the tracks, the lights and sounds of the military base grew quieter and quieter. In their place, the rumbling of the locomotive upon the tracks, muffled by the carriage walls made for a much warmer and protected feel. As some attendants began to bring forth a variety of different wines, both from Natar and an assortment of foreign, alien powers, Lord Controta smiled.
“Don’t worry about that lot, they’re some rabble-rousers, really. There are elements of the military here on Natar that would prefer that we take a more active foreign policy in light of growing tensions abroad. They feel that, by dealing with factions committed to promoting neutrality, their chances of drifting the ASN towards CONA or SAGA would be hindered.” He explained as he drew a chilled Adalouse Vintage 3584, from an icebucket and had it opened.
“The ASN’s current stance takes a different position.” He smiled as his chalice filled with the beverage. An attendant then offered the wine to the foreign delegates as another proffered a tray of nibbles, from honeyed tarts to cookies, there seemed to be everything.
“Take all of this for example.” The Lord waved his hand about at the array of things before them,
“This wine is from the Royal Federation.” He lifted his drink, “The glass is from the Veralic Communes.”
“Those biscuits there are from Orillia.” He said; nodding to the tray, “The Thicese made those cheeses, the wafers are from Carnaith and the chocolates are from, I believe, a galaxy-class Lost Star chocolatier.”
Gesturing to the carriage, he remarked, “The wood for the interior is from Baredai, the steel is from Vegor. The fuel? That’s from Rangvald. The tracks upon which the train runs are from the Monarian Trucial States. No doubt they themselves got the metals to forge and assemble it were from elsewhere since, as I recall, the Monarians lack a much of a metallurgy industry.”
“Even the music that you can hear right now.” He noted the soft, jazzy melody playing from some unseen speaker, “Originates from an ensemble who hail from a place called the Rougegorge Republic.”
He returned his attention to Angus and his companions,
“This war is their war; not ours. Wars don’t build, they take. Whichever way Natar sides, it would only lose. Those who come out of wars the strongest are those that don’t participate at all.”
He paused, “We have no intention of seeing Natar depleted of opportunity, of peace, and stability. If those fools that comprise those alliances are so hellbent on turning each other’s cities to rubbles and scorching their planets into dust, then so be it. If they’re willing to make the living of our people better off by doing business with us to supply their wartime needs, then so be it. But we will not be so stupid as to join the mosh-pit of galactic war.”
The Teliran put his glass down and looked out of the window into the inky black of the countryside at night,
“Indeed, as your men have quite rightly shown in their enjoyment of these pleasantries, war is bad for business. I believe it is the purpose of your invitation to make the Stadtholder’s stance clear as day in that regard. That is why the Orillian Embassy hasn’t even been contacted since his election, and why he continues to openly embarrass the Union of Worlds with prodding jokes.”
He smiled before quickly chuckling and quickly adding,
“Though don’t be surprised if you don’t get that impression from him. Our new Stadtholder is quite a diplomatic timebomb. Do you have any questions about him to help you prepare for your meeting with him?”
Angus nodded solemnly at the explanation. It was a little comforting to know that Vaplana wasn’t the only neutral nation dealing with a lack of unity on the subject. The VDL and militarist camp back home had been using the outbreak of war as an excuse to push harder and harder for the end of pacifism, which was rather worryingly slowly gathering some support even with moderates.
“Ah, that sounds rather familiar. There are factions within Vaplana that have similar sentiments but considering our current military policy, they have very little sway. In a war of ideology, I suppose internal tiffs like this are inevitable.”
Angus and Ezra were happy to accept the wine offered by the attendant, but the guard crew only took a small glass out of politeness. It was against policy to drink on the job, so they were much more drawn to the offered nibbles instead.
As Controta continued his analogy Angus couldn’t help but smile, taking in every item presented and where it had come from. He sipped his wine contentedly, it was a rather delicious sample but being Vaplanan he couldn’t help but compare it to his homeland’s own excellent wine. But nationalistic pride aside, Angus couldn’t help but be impressed at how connected Natar was. This kind of intergalactic trade was incredible, and he wondered whether one-day Vaplana would slowly achieve this level of connection with the wider galaxy.
Ezra was just as impressed at the little speech, he had even stopped scribbling for a moment to listen in. When Lord Controta was done his face lit up in inspiration and began taking notes with even more vigour. The gentle atmosphere of the carriage, and the soft tones coming from the music, were the perfect environment for a Vaplanan creative to hone their craft.
“I couldn’t have said that better myself, Lord Controta. War is indeed the ultimate destroyer of connectivity and prosperity. I am hoping this meeting is the beginning of a grand opportunity to not just solidify our own neutrality, but potentially spread our message galaxy-wide and rally other nations to stand with us in neutrality. Maybe it is just a fever dream, but I do still have hope that others can follow our example and denounce war.” Angus paused to take another sip of the Royal Federation wine.
“I can only hope your Stadtholder holds the same grand vision. I do have to ask though, in what way is he a diplomatic timebomb? Do you think he is as passionate about peace as his predecessor?” Angus too glanced out at the darkness surrounding the train. If the Stadtholder was merely following prior policy out of obligation his job would be much more difficult than expected, but he could also just as easily be more of the silent type. At this point Ezra piped up.
“What kinda guy is he? Does he appreciate the finer things, say… poetry?” He chuckled to himself while Angus shot him a dirty look. This trip was not for Ezra to promote his own work so blatantly, and if Ezra was going to keep being so cheeky Angus would be forced to take his notebook away and keep his partner on a thigh leash so to speak. “Aww, C’mon Angus don't be so serious! It was a joke, I’m not gonna go up to this guy and shove my work in his face. I value your career much more than that!”
“Apologies, Lord Controta. My companion here is a poet, and is here merely to search for inspiration, not to promote his work.” Angus spoke sternly, and while talking to Controta he was also laying down the law for Ezra. He would not let whatever agenda Ezra came here with ruin his chances at fostering closer ties between Vaplana and the ASN.
Lord Controta almost burst from his seat as he raised an interjecting hand at the mention of the Stadtholder’s predecessor,
“Stadtholder Tetlisun I wish to correct, was anything but passionate about peace. If any term can best describe that man, then perhaps it is ‘impassionate’. The man’s colder than the polar islands.” He sat back into his chair; his hands interlocking together upon his belly,
“It was Mose Tetlisun that ousted Administrator Thalerno, his predecessor, when Thalerno attempted to make peace with the attacking Samser Corporation during Natar’s nascent days. It was also Mose Tetlisun who took the ASN to war against the neighbouring free spaceport of Hamil’s Hideout back when Natar was economically competing with the spaceport.” He shook his head, “It was that same expedition against the spaceport, that Tetlisun organised, that massacred the city’s entire civilian population. Tetlisun was only committed to neutrality and peace when it was convenient in his calculations; not as a rule.”
Controta seemed to let the room go quiet after that as the atmosphere became dominated by the silence of his frustration, it took several moments before the Lord added, “I do apologize. I’m not one of Mr. Tetlisun’s devotees, I supported the current Stadtholder during the last election. Anyhow…” He coughed,
“...That’s not to say Stadtholder Arcamavir is a very pleasant individual. Let’s just say he’s… Not the most subtle and nuanced of people, and he can be rather too hedonistic for his own good.”
“In fact.” He grunted to himself, shifting ever so slightly in his seat as he mulled over his chalice of wine, “...I would be so bold as to say, he would join either side if it meant he could accrue more power for himself.” Controta frowned,
“It’s for that reason I believe your bigger objective should be getting the assembly on your side, and, believe me, that is a difficult feat. The people there are so busy bickering and dividing themselves over petty causes that they’ll interrupt, distort and attack your words before you even finish a sentence. But if you achieve that, Natar’s neutrality would be that much more cemented.”
Ezra’s question had caused the Lord to chuckle a little and shake his head to Angus, “It is a fine question, good sir. Unfortunately… The current Stadtholder is as crude as it gets, I'm afraid. He has little taste for any of the finer arts unless it is an art that is fashionable to partake in. That being said, if you do wish to promote your works, I can think of few better places to spread your name than Natar, we have countless media companies who specialise in getting people’s names out into the galaxy, if you show promise.”
Lord Controta would go on to discuss a range of topics, from the state of the ASN’s economy after the Market Crash of 77, Jobediea and his impactful reports, some of the assembly representatives and so forth. But generally, the rest of the trip on both the train and the subsequent automobile ride from the station and to the quiet village of Verich were uneventful. Stepping out into the town, one was not met by a lit up scene, but instead, quite the opposite.
The entire place was near-pitch black, with not a single light in the windows nor a streelight to be seen. Yet despite the lack of illumination, the group were audibly met by a couple of clapping hands as they stepped out before several awaiting silhouettes.
Lord Controta offered a pair of torches to the Vaplanans as a Teliran, presumably the village mayor, approached the group with what looked like a smile through the dim moonlight,
“Welcome to the village of Verich, friends! Mr. Berickh, at your service… I’m afraid we don’t get aliens out in the countryside too often, so we don’t really have the lighting facilities I'm sure you’re used to….” The aged Teliran sheepishly laughed as he began to guide them down the cobblestone paths of buildings that looked, by the corrosion of the bricks and warped shape of the glass panes, to be centuries old.
“My manor is just a short walk from Verich sirs.” Lord Controta informed as a gaggle of Telirans went forth to look for, and take, any luggage the Vaplanans had stored, “You all are okay walking, yes?”
Between the lack of light and the unsteady, aged pathways, walking through the village was a veritable smorgasbord of hazards. From the black windows overlooking the streets stared the mysterious faces of adult and children Telirans alike, silently and cautiously watching the outsiders go by. The moment a torch was shone in their direction, heads duck and blinds were closed. There was little in the way of a welcome by the villagefolk themselves, bunting rustled in the night breeze as the flitting and chirping of bugs became near-on the only ambience to accompany their walk through what was practically an inhabited ghost-town.
“I think you will find the cities much more accommodating. Generally speaking, the aliens on Natar tend to stick to the confines of the urban sprawl for convenience’s sake. I’m sure you will be happy to know, however, that I have prepared for your stay with the acquisition of portable lamps, and the lighting of fireplaces. I’ve ensured you will have plenty of time in your quarters to prepare for your day ahead, but you must come down for dinner though, I assure you, you will not forget it!”
The Vaplanan delegation were forced into a tense silence at Lord Controta’s passionate outburst. Angus in particular looked a little disappointed, but it was at himself for the most part. It was his slip up after all that caused the tension, but his host’s passionate attack on the previous stadtholder and even the lukewarm defence of the current one taught him a lot about the state of Natar’s politics and the minefield he was going to have to survive to get his message across.
“Do not apologise, that responsibility should be mine, I did not mean to offend. Your passionate accounts of your nation’s politics is very insightful, and is exactly the kind of account I need to truly be prepared for the coming tasks. So really, I should also be thanking you for your honesty.” Angus took another sip of wine, hoping to high heaven that this slip of the tongue would be the last on this mission. Better here, in the privacy of their luxurious train car, than in front of the assembly.
However, even thinking of the vicious assembly awaiting him sent butterflies through Angus’s stomach. He was a talented diplomat, it was true, but he had heard some horror stories about how cut-throat the Executive Assembly was. Lord Controta’s affirmations of these beliefs did not arouse confidence in Angus, especially since the Assembly may be expecting a beautiful young Queen and not the balding portly man that would appear before them. Nonetheless, it was his duty to do his best to spread Vaplana’s plea for peace across the galaxy to the best of his ability.
Ezra, on the other hand, had perked up considerably at Lord Controta’s answer to his question. While the Stadtholder may not be swayed by his works, the allure of spreading his name on Natar was more than enough promise to keep him occupied for the rest of the journey. When they were settled he would have to explore those avenues further. For now, all he could do was thank their host and continue to draw inspiration from all on display. The pair were certainly stark opposites in the reflective moments that followed, one was almost giddy at the opportunities Natar held, and the other was burdened with a seemingly impossible task.
The Vaplanans could only assume that the village of Verich was as beautiful as the villages of their homeworld considering they could barely see any of it on their walk. They were grateful for the accommodations made for them, the Guards held their torches tight as they were the only things stopping the group from tripping on the cobbles and making utter fools of themselves in front of the locals. Some of the guard members especially found the feeling of staring unseen eyes following them extremely uncomfortable, but they could not focus on that feeling too long or else they would trip and fall in the dark. Ezra and Angus on the contrary were almost buzzing in excitement, their adventurous spirits finding the challenge of navigating such oppressive darkness with dignity and grace exhilarating. Ezra especially found the mystery beyond the darkness very enticing and kept trying to get glimpses of what lay beyond his limited vision.
“We greatly appreciate your welcome, Mr Berickh. I hope we are not bothering your citizens too gravely, or indeed frightening your children with our appearance. All of the accommodations both you and Lord Controta have made for us on our journey here and beyond are indeed very welcome. As is dinner! Travelling so far has left me at least absolutely famished, im sure my companions will say the same.”
“It’s no trouble, it’s an honour, it truly is, to have such illustrious aliens-”
“Dignitaries.” Lord Controta interjected.
“-Dignitaries, sorry, visiting us out in these parts.” With that, the mayor saw the group off at the village’s exit and left Controta and his staff to take back the lead.
The trek from Verich through what was little more than a dirt road was a deathly still, yet peaceful one. There was little in the way of wildlife making noise here, there were no insects chirping, nor was there any subtle rumble of distant motorways. Instead, the only sound was the quiet, uninterrupted brushing and rustling of the nearby woodland canopies as they swayed in the night wind.
Aside from the focus of the torchlights, which revealed the dusty, gravel pathway, strewn with potholes and contours that followed the landscape, there was nothing before the group but the inky abyss of the night. But where, in other lands, one would do well to view a place at night, here, the Vaplanans were delivered a gift from above. Lord Controta pointed to the skies. Above them was the full, unmitigated view of the cosmos from Natar. The array of twinkling beacons formed a milky, glowing bed that watched the troupe progress from overhead.
“No one uses lamps out here in the countryside. No street lamps, no house lights, the light of the stars and moon is enough for us down here.” The Lord noted between breaths, the walk was evidently winding him a little and his chatter became notably scarce until finally the group approached the pastures before Lord Controta’s manor.
“...Here we are.” He smiled.
The mansion was a sight unlike any other. With the curtain of the dark night as its backdrop, the building lorded over its surroundings from atop a hill that overlooked the world in all directions. This would’ve been relatively normal, and outright invisible in the night, were it not for the flora that surrounded it.
In all directions, beds of blue, bioluminescent flowers rolled down into the fields that guarded the house. Their cyan shimmer formed a natural lighthouse to their destination which shone as it stood over the pool of cool colours. They flickered and faded as each gust of wind carried over the flowerbeds and orchards like light in water..
“I suspect my ancestors did not have this occasion in mind when they planted the glowing garden five centuries ago. Nonetheless it is quite helpful that they planted them, no?” He grinned.
The ascension to the manor and the entry of the Vaplanans went without problem. After a mighty supper largely consisting of honeyed dishes, Lord Controta claimed the Telirans have quite the sweet tooth for that golden liquid, the Vaplanans were allowed to retire for the night. Their rest was, however, uncomfortably short, for they were to awaken before the break of dawn. Lord Controta had, of course, not slept as the Vaplanans had, he had been up all night and thus was visibly tired as he saw the Vaplanan delegation in the motorcade sent for them.
It took nearly six hours of driving for the diplomats to enter the capital of Kalethia and the ASN: Talcit. But the appearance of countless construction projects, forming a labyrinth of scaffolded blocks, indicated their arrival in the city’s ever growing outskirts. Shortly thereafter they began to snake between skyscraper after skyscraper until, at last, they arrived in the city’s old quarter.
Here, in the heart of Talcit, these marble, intricately carved buildings told stories of past, pre-spacefaring glories and accomplishments. Facades of fine columns, statues of great statesmen watching over their old seat of power, and great stone chamber-houses watched over the convoy until they pulled up at a square.
The open space, tiled with a map of the Kalethian nation state and its old imperial possessions across Natar, was flanked by two stone ministries that stretched wide from one side of the square to the other. On the far end sat a palace strewn with columns and balconies that gave dimension to the construct. Engraved faces stared down upon the building’s spectators.
Filing out of the car, the Vaplanans were met by the cheers of crowds of media and urbanites who had come out in strength to spectate the diplomatic mission. Even the crisp air of this fresh, new morning was overwhelmed by the smells of the city, and the sounds weren’t much better. A frenzy of questions and shouts were bombarded at the delegation from all sides as daisy-chains of police officers kept the masses at bay; forming an open path away from the motorcade.
Rising up the corroded and smoothed steps leading up to this palace, the Vaplanans were met by the figure of a man who stood confidently looking down upon his guests. His smile stretched from one corner of his face to the other; forming a grin that simultaneously looked fake and uncanny. From between his lips were revealed the sharp set of teeth that waited within, like those of a shark.
“Welcome! Welcome!” Cried the Teliran as he reached an arm down to whichever Vaplanan came first and shook their hand so strongly it could’ve been ripped off in front of a dozen paparazzi waiting for him to give a signal for a shot. After which, he began herding his guest into the building itself.
“I am Stadtholder Arcamavir! It’s wonderful to finally meet you all- You- You- Erm. Vaplanans! Yes, yes, Vaplanans… Yes?” He gave a side-eye to an aide, who subtly nodded before returning his attention to the group, “Welcome to the Associated States Assembly building, also known as the Palace of the Association… Formerly the Palace of Kings.”
The walk up to the manor was spectacular. While the Vaplanans could not see much, they still saw the beauty in the tranquil calm of the night. The wind in the trees was a familiar sound and provided great comfort in an otherwise alien place. And the stars! While Vaplana often partook in blackouts -especially in the countryside- to embrace the night sky, that did not even come close to this.
Ezra especially was captivated, his eyes shone almost as enthusiastically as the sea of stars above him. Angus could almost feel the childlike wonder coming off his companion in waves when they came across the glowing garden. Ezra did not know what exactly he had been looking for on Natar other than a vague need for inspiration. But now, he knew he had found what he was looking for. It was not at all what he had been expecting, but wasn’t all beautiful and wondrous things what you least expected?
Angus had slept as well as he could have that night, what with Ezra staying up fervently writing down his thoughts in his notebook next to him. He was glad his partner had found what he was looking for. Now all they needed was for him to successfully address the Executive Assembly, surely a task much more difficult than Ezra’s had been.
The drive to Talcit was a nerve-wracking one for Angus. Ezra was as happy as ever, albeit a little tired. He was doing his best to comfort Angus and encourage him for his coming task, but Angus could not shake the butterflies that had taken up residence in his stomach. The appearance of building sites melding into skyscrapers was an unfamiliar sight and just did more to cement in Angus’s mind that he was in unfamiliar territory. He was an experienced diplomat, yes, but he had never been exposed to such pressure before. This moment was huge for his homeland, and all eyes would be on him. The car pulled to a stop, and Angus could already hear the clamour outside.
“You’re gonna do great, like always. Just remember to breathe, if I see you pass out on the podium I’ll be forced to write a poem about it and I know you’d hate me forever for that.” Ezra’s playful encouragement made Angus smile, just a bit. He couldn’t help it.
“Don’t do anything to embarrass us and I’ll be perfectly fine. Just, please, leave everything to me from now.”
“As you wish, oh grand diplomat. Now, we should get going, no?”
The atmosphere outside was almost stifling, but with renewed confidence, Angus stepped forward all the same. Ezra was close at his side, and his guard were just behind. His people were here for him. He would not fail, not now. He smiled and waved politely to the gathered crowd, being sure not to lock eyes with any of the reporters shouting questions at him.
“Is it just me or is that guy’s smile super fake?” Ezra leaned over to whisper as they continued towards the waiting Teliran.
“Yes, but now is not the time Ezra,” Angus whispered back, stepping forward to put a bit of distance between them. As the head of the Vaplanan delegation, he had to take the lead and not look like he was leaning too heavily on his companion in the public eye. He strode out in front of his party to greet the Teliran, Stadtholder Arcamavir.
His handshake was aggressive, to say the least, but Angus took it like a champ, being sure to present a relaxed presence for the gathered crowd.
“I thank you for welcoming us so… warmly, Stadtholder.” Angus had certainly noticed Arcamavir’s slip up. He and Ezra shared a quick glance before Angus was pulled into position to pose for the cameras.
“From what I have seen from Natar so far I am confident our peoples have much in common, and even more that we can learn from each other. I hope this is the beginning of a blossoming friendship between our nations.”
“I’m glad you see what Natar has to offer!” Arcamavir proudly boomed through his razored teeth, “...It wasn’t easy to bring my homeworld to where it is today, but through hard work and sacrifice I got us here!”
The Stadtholder abruptly took off through the great pillars of the assembly building’s entrance and into the building itself. A great hall gleaming with pristine carved stones made up its walls while an intricate chandelier hung overhead. The din of outdoors immediately silenced the moment the great doors shut behind the Vaplanans and left the small party alone in the lobby. The leader of the ASN gestured for them to continue following him as he made his way through the decorated halls of the building. The expedition’s passage was watched over by hundreds of eyes looming from electrified portraits hanging upon the buildings walls.
“...Great Teliran statesmen and women.” He noted with a wave of his hand. Some looked like they originated as far back as the middle ages. All the generations watched carefully as Angus passed below them.
But rather than enter any great assembly room or chamber, the Stadtholder took them instead to an unsuspecting side passage which led to a narrow set of stairs leading down to a small lobby outfitted with security.
“Stadtholder.” The lead guard respectfully nodded as he allowed his superior and his followers through. Before them stretched an unnaturally long corridor. Here, below the palace proper, there were no portraits or windows, nor chandeliers, just a checkered floor and a red carpet rolling through to an elevator door at the end.
Prodding in a few buttons once they were all inside, Arcamavir explained,
“Since seven years ago, the ASN no longer holds its official assemblages in the true palace above us.” They started to lower. The glass sides of their lift strobed with passing lights. The rate of the lights passing behind began to pick up as the speed of their descent accelerated faster and faster; plunging them into darkness over and over until finally their destination was revealed. Through the glass, the party was suddenly greeted with the sight of a massive, man-made subterranean pit that stretched downwards further than the eye could see.
Engraved into the walls of this great hole were a honeycomb of windows and balconies. These floors were each interconnected by a complex web of bridges and stairs that create a labyrinthian tangle of crossings. Hundreds of people were rushing to and fro among these stratified levels,
“Welcome to the beating heart, the epicenter, of the Associated States...” Arcamavir grinned with glee as they raced down the levels, “...The Cynosure of Natar.”
The lift began to slow as they neared the bottom of the great bureaucratic nest. Below them they were met with the sight of an open lobby, much like a town square. In its center rested a fountain with a clock as its centerpiece. The entire place was shaped in a great circle, with steps rising up to the walls fitted with countless, tall arch-doorways leading to who-knows-where. Yet there were few occupants in this open space.
“I advise we wait upon these steps for a moment… It’s just about time to…”He muttered trailing off as he peered to the clock. Its hands ticked away in this quiet, empty nexus. Yet as the minute hand closed in on the hour hand, the ground seemed to tremble.
From the archways came the echoes of unknown voices and clatter of foreign footsteps. The moment the clock struck twelve, the entire square exploded into life. From the doorways streamed rivers of dull-dressed bureaucrats all racing from one door to another. Through tiny pigeon holes flooded lines of drones zipping and whizzing over people’s heads and disappearing into other gaps. Even the walls came to life as projections plastered pre-recorded announcements by the Stadtholder overhead to his legions of public servants.
The entire place became a sea of suits, trilby hats and suitcases. Some people shouted into their phones as others busily conversed with each other. Nobody was idle and nobody so much as batted an eyelid at their Vaplanan guests. In less than five minutes, however, the square abruptly dissipated once more into silence. The only evidence of what had just transpired being some takeaway coffee cups and rogue sheets of paper lying upon the ground.
Beside the Vaplanans, Arcamavir was smiling away,
“...Shall we?”
Finally the team were led through the lobby and up through one of the corridors which took them through to an open hall from which finely-garbed figures entered and exited through lifts skirting the walls. Here, unlike the boring figures of before, the Telirans were extravagant and far more interested in their guests. They muttered among themselves in whispers into each other’s ears. As the team passed, the figures bowed and kowtowed.
“Lobbyists.” Arcamavir informed his peers, “Corporations, unions, charities, unrecognized states, foreign states, you name it, everyone who’s anyone ought to have someone here to speak up for their interests to the assembly members.” He smirked.
At last, after snaking around a small side hall, the group stopped at some stairs.
“Up there…” The Stadtholder pointed beyond the steps, “...Is the speaker’s podium. Let me know when you’re ready to go up and I'll indicate to my people to ready the delegates for your appearance…”
Angus couldn’t help but smile at Arcamavir’s throw-away comment as they entered into the assembly building, it told him all he needed to know about the Stadtholder. He surely had not done all of the work himself to build Natar, that was a fact, but his ego seemed to state otherwise. He was glad in that moment that it was the Executive Assembly he would be addressing, and not Arcamavir himself. But he did not let his less-than-positive first impression hinder his mission, he would remain professional and courteous at all times as expected. He made sure to throw Ezra another look to make sure he was also behaving appropriately then continued following the Stadtholder further into the architectural marvel that was the assembly building.
Traveling from such grandeur to small corridors was certainly a surprise, and not at all what Angus had been expecting from his visit, but upon seeing the flurry of activity as they exited the glass lift he was impressed. He supposed it would be a lot safer underground after all, and they had certainly made sure it was just as inviting deep below as it had been upstairs. The fountain in particular drew Angus’s eye, he found the sound of running water like this calming. Of course, that calming feeling was immediately expelled when the clock struck twelve. Angus couldn’t help but let out a surprised gasp as the swarm of bureaucrats descended upon the square. Ezra chuckled beside him, trying not to take too much glee in the momentary slip in demeanour. But before long the event was over, and peace reigned once again.
“Natar continues to surprise me, Stadtholder. It is a most exhilarating feeling I must say! I look forward to all else you have to offer.” Angus smiled before they were again whisked away, continuing towards their destination.
Angus had just gotten used to not having all eyes on him once again when they came upon the lobbyists. It was exhausting being such a spectacle, but he didn’t have the privilege of privacy anymore. “I see, I suppose the assembly has a busy schedule today. I better not take up too much of their time so everyone can have their moment!” He joked.
“If time permits, I’d like to take a moment.” Angus glanced up the stairs, the knot in his stomach resurfacing momentarily. Ezra knew this was his cue, he took a comb from a pocket and ran it through Angus’s hair, and brushed his suit down for him. Any excuse to get a little closer to comfort him.
“If I can pull an all-nighter to write and still be awake enough now, you can definitely give a damn good speech today.” He murmured encouragement into Angus’s ear. “Go do us all proud.”
“I always try my best, let’s hope that’s enough.” Angus nodded, hoping he looked a lot more confident than he felt.
It was now or never. He was ready.
Arcamavir’s mouth betrayed a smug expression as he watched Angus prepare himself. The moment the envoy was ready, the Stadtholder gave a nod and allowed him to pass towards the great stairs that awaited him. As the diplomat passed, he couldn’t help but, apparently, wish him well,
“Good luck.” He chuckled knowingly of what awaited the man, “...Let’s hope you don’t get lit up like your predecessor speaker…” With that, he backed away.
The trek up the stairs was a daunting and anxiety-inducing one. From above, like a beckoning abyss was nothing but an opening of pitch black. From it came the resonating voice of an announcer calling for order; matched by the orchestra of sensible murmurs. But as Angus emerged to the podium that awaited him, all fell silent. This was the heart of nocturnal Natar.
Here there were no lights beyond the single spotlight reflecting upon Angus’ forehead. But through the ocean of black that surrounded him, the faint silhouettes of thousands of esteemed delegates all watched in silence. This mass of judging figures came from a multitude of contexts, creeds and colours. All with their own gripe, their own predisposition, and their own distrust of the person the figure that awaited before them.
A polite, if short, applause of thumping canes recognized Angus’ ascension, but quickly diminished.
It was time to talk.
It was difficult to decide whether the darkness was a blessing, or a curse. Angus could not physically look into the eyes of his audience, and while it was comforting to not know the exact extent of his audience, it was also unnerving to not be able to read their expressions or witness any reaction. The singular spotlight was useful, he could refer to his notes that way, but it also felt as if he was being interrogated.
Arcamavir’s parting words floated unwelcome in his head. Let’s hope you don’t get lit up like your predecessor speaker… While he did not know of the specifics, he had heard horror stories of the last foreigner who spoke before this assembly. He could only hope now that he would not share her fate. After a deep breath to steady himself he began.
“Representatives of the Associated States of Natar, I thank you for your time. I am Angus Holden, Vaplanan diplomat. I appear before you in this magnificent place of debate to discuss the future of all of our nations. My nation and I sincerely hope that this moment will be the start of something truly spectacular.
“As we are all painfully aware, the blight of war is beginning to spread across Ancerious. Our home. To my Queen’s dismay all efforts to keep the peace have failed, which is of no surprise. No one nation standing alone can hold back the tides of war, no matter how hard they try.
“War brings nothing but suffering for our peoples. Even as neutral nations we will still see hardships stemming from decisions made by those around us. Ancerium shortages are sure to increase as the war drags on, the prices of necessities will skyrocket. We will see an influx of refugees fleeing the destruction of their homes. While it is our duty to provide for those innocent civilians, that does not diminish the impact of their arrival on our planets. The economies of many neutral nations will buckle under the pressures placed upon them from trading difficulties and refugees. This economic and social turmoil will impact us all.
“In addition, Neutral nations are being persuaded, hassled, even forced to pick a side. Even if the calls to arms are not prevalent now they will become so as the conflict drags on. If the negative impact of this war is felt by neutral nations, it is even worse for those involved. To be forced into war is a tragedy, not just morally but economically too. But, it is a tragedy that can be avoided with cooperation.
“Vaplana believes that if neutral nations stand together, united, we will all be protected from warring nations dragging us into conflict. In doing so we would protect our people and our economies from destruction. We would be free to trade with whomever we wished, whatever side they hail from. We would be able to maintain our sovereignty by not allowing foreign powers to force our hands.
“Representatives, Vaplana invites you all to join us in solidarity against this war. To protect the many neutral nations still remaining in Ancerious from undue harassment. We implore you to aid us in protecting free trade across the galaxy. The decision is, of course, yours to make. I sincerely thank you again for your time and consideration, and hope that this moment is the beginning of a friendly relationship between all our great nations.”
At first, the speech went uncontested. The deep ocean of shadow, speckled with the silhouettes of watching faces, stayed quiet. Beyond a quiet mumble, it looked like, at first, the assembly was in support of the Vaplanans. There was no outcry, no heckling, no jeering nor protestation. Atleast none initially.
But at the mention of Vaplana’s effort to dissuade the different factions from the course of war, things changed. A single light, a pale blue lamplight, switched on from the black. The light glared back at Angus with the audible buzz of its bulb in the quiet. Then came another, and another.
The speech continued, the mention of suffering introduced more shining lights from the assembly. Ancerium shortages and price increases brought four more lights on from the dark. The mention of duty or responsibility for foreign citizens erupted a wave of fourteen more lights. Like a conductor in a visual orchestra, every new piece of information that came out of Angus’ mouth seemed to trigger more lights from more benches to blink.
‘This economic turmoil will impact us all’ Three more lights.
‘Even if the calls to arms are not prevalent now they will become so.’ Another two lights switched on.
‘Vaplana believes that if neutral nations stand together.’ Six lights flicked on.
One by one, the benches amid the dark were illuminated by the beams of light after light. With each bulb switching on, the ominous, ghostly face of another Teliran statesperson joined the image infront of the Vaplanan speaker.
By the time Angus had finished, nearly every single table in the room was ablaze with light. So much so that the entire hall was now visible. One could now fully see its stratified layout, its hundreds of tables and its thousands of occupants. The assembly couldn’t wait for Angus to even conclude his final sentence before a dozen men and women to their feet to respond.
“Is the speaker aware that Natar had petitioned to mediate-” One called out before quickly being interrupted before they could finish their point.
“-Is Mister Holden not aware of the Association Constitution? It clearly enshrines galactic neutrality already!” Another yelled as a speaker for an aristocratic-looking lady took to his feet to add,
“...Is Vaplana proposing an alliance?!” To which another man screamed, “NO!”, in rejection.
“Where is the Vaplanan military?! Mister Holden?!” A voice questioned as another cried out,
“The Vaplanans would have us protect their peace while they fund nothing in their own deterrence! They wouldn’t even PAY us!”
“Teliran taxpayers, funding foreign security? Never!” A strained voice screeched over the cacophony. Dozens upon dozens of people were now stood from their chairs and busily squabbling. It looked less like an assembly now and more like a stock market floor as representatives pushed at each other and waved out to Angus for their queries to be answered. The paparazzi outside had been more tame and organized in their questioning than this.
“Is Vaplana not a client of the Union of Worlds?! Why do they turn to us for defence?” A man interrogated above the din as another responded,
“The Union of Worlds?! THE UNION OF WORLDS?!” The portly figure raged and bashed his fist upon his table, “Our countries are being taken for fools!”
“Vaplana needs to become a protectorate for our aid!” A lady shouted out.
“Vaplana needs to get its own defence in order before it speaks to us as an equal part-”
As the crowd chattered, several Telirans dressed in communistic attire seemed to simply get up and march out of the room either in defiance or defeat, it was unclear which. Some benches, with figures uniformed in military apparel looked less like they were asking questions to Angus, they were pointing with scrunched up faces of rage, and more like they were just insulting him now. Whatever they were all saying, it was too loud to breach the collective incoherence of the rabble.
It took over a quarter of an hour before things seemed to cool down, and when they did, a tapping seemed to ring out. At first it was like a drop in a pool during a storm. But as things quietened, it became louder, and more distinct. Finally, it seemed like every man and woman in the room had caught onto the persistent tapping of a cane coming from the front benches.
The source was an old Teliran man, dressed in fine garb, but no regalia. The wrinkles on his face told of over a century of experience. As he rose from his seat, two aides came forth to support his frame until he had comfortably placed himself against his stick. With a polite cough now in the silent chamber, the man looked from side to side,
“...What exactly is it that Vaplana proposes… Mr. Halden…? A treaty…?”
Angus had initially felt hopeful that he would escape unscathed, his speech seemed to be going down well. The first few lights that appeared in the darkness had been expected, in fact he would have been more concerned if none had appeared. But then they started showing up with increasing frequency, it was beginning to get a little overwhelming suddenly seeing so many angry faces staring at him upon his podium. But he couldn’t stop now, he was mid-flow. He had to see this to the end.
He had barely taken a breath at the end of his speech when the questions began. It was like a tidal wave, unstoppable and overwhelming. He tried to answer each, but he was barely into a sentence before the next blow came.
“Well- I am aware- It is known that Vaplana is- Look, this isn’t about defence at all… We are not a client of…” Eventually, Angus just gave up, resigned to taking mental notes of each question so he could answer them in turn when the assembly calmed down. Although, the eagle-eyed in the crowd could notice a slight glaze in his eyes, it was all just so overwhelming that Angus was quickly losing focus. All he could do was grip the podium tight and hang in there.
Angus finally noticed the tapping when the hall quietened down a little, it’s consistent rhythm brought back his alertness and before long he was focused solely on the understated teliran. The man’s question hung in the air for a moment while Angus breathed a sigh of relief. This man must have sway here, and he had saved him knowingly or otherwise. Still, he was grateful.
“Yes. Vaplana believes a well-negotiated treaty will lay a strong foundation for future interaction, not just between us but also among other neutrals. What say you, esteemed representative?”
The wrinkled, boney old aristocratic figure surveyed the glowing faces of his peers. With a steely gaze he returned his look to Angus.
“Mr. Holden… I say that the Associated States are already a confederation, an alliance even, under collective neutrality…” Many members called out in support and agreement to the observation.
“...What is it you seek to form here today, exactly? Why should the Kingdom of Vaplana not simply apply for Association membership if it seeks mutual security among our free and equal nations…?”
All eyes turned to Angus.
Angus couldn’t help but smile, he knew where this line of questioning would lead and he had strict orders to not fall for anything of the sort.
“While Vaplana is honoured at your invitation, I came here seeking something much less restrictive. I believe a treaty that is less binding and also allows room for other interested parties to join would be much more beneficial to both sides. Would you all not prefer to take our blossoming diplomatic relationship a lot slower, maybe get to know each other better before binding us together so tightly?”
“On the contrary, sir.” The Teliran retorted in stalwart intonation, “Obliging ourselves to defend or assist a foreign nation without restrictions upon how that nation behaves is a risk, and we do not appreciate risk.”
The man shifted; turning to the rest of the audience, “What is there to guarantee that Vaplana or a theoretical partner would not drag such a group headlong into the catastrophe of war? What guarantee can you give that this will deplete danger; not exacerbate it?”
Angus had stared all of this feeling incredibly anxious. But now, in the depths of such fierce debate it was becoming clear the merits he held that earnt him his reputation as a good diplomat. He was not going to give up on this opportunity, in fact now the challenge was staring him down head on he almost relished the adrenaline rush it brought. With that, he nodded at the Teliran's comments.
"That is a fine point, and an understandable position Sir. It was not my intention to suggest such an arrangement. It is clear that defensive arrangements are off the table so to speak, Vaplana and I respect that position. We do not wish to force such an issue upon anyone, and I apologise if my choice of words has given that impression."
"And I do understand your reservations about being dragged into the war. Vaplana very much feels the same. However, I believe that working collaboratively in good faith, strengthening relationships, and spreading that positivity amongst other nations will keep nations from falling into the honey trap that such an ideologically fuelled war is always portrayed as. There is indeed always a risk that making friends could lead to unavoidable conflict, but don't all decisions and choices come with some level of risk? Such a risk can always be mitigated with foresight, which you are clearly in possession of. Therefore, given the circumstances, I believe coming to a friendly agreement of some kind is worth any potential risk."
While Angus’ assurance of a non-defensive arrangement was met by a welcoming, un-protested silence, it was equally received by a flourish of suspicious squints and stares from the orchestra of politicians and strategists that watched him. The elder-statesman was quiet for a while, but he did not seem all that enraptured by the diplomat’s words of hope and goodwill.
“Our planet has learnt to put little trust in the words ‘good faith’, nor ‘friends’, for we have learnt that no such things exist among the politics of Great Nations. When I led our people into the space-age, as the first leader of the ASN to make contact with aliens, I believed in such things…” He paused, “...Then we were ambushed, exploited, betrayed. Not only by those that attacked us, but also by those that came to our rescue. Those that we called allies: The Union of Worlds, took it as an opportunity to manipulate our politics in a direction favorable to them.”
He turned to his comrades; his back to Angus,
“Have we not learnt from the lessons of the past…? I have!” He silenced. The former-administrator of Natar turned back to the pedestal before him, “...But I do not believe you, nor your nation, to be deceiving in your words, sir. I fear you are something far more dangerous… Naive!” He exclaimed with a slight bit of humour, to which many gave a sensible hubbub of accompanying chuckles.
As his smile faded away again, the Teliran sighed, “...I believe there is promise in a brotherhood of our nations… But there will be much work to be done to see that it is a working association…”
His voice abruptly began to boom as he transitioned into the voice he had clearly once used in his glory days, as a statesman of old.
“Vaplana is a disarmed, vulnerable nation. If we are to associate in a brotherhood of nations in arms, then we need trade patrols, defensive garrisons, governmental watchdogs and supervisory commissions: Insurances that Vaplana will not be a weakness in the chainmail. Natar must be owed the respect and authority due to a nation that will spearhead this league’s defensive and economic potency. If your nation is willing to defer to us as the senior partner in such a league, as a tutor and mentor nation amid this torrent of war and vultures, then I believe there is reason for the ASN to consider a pact of good spirit and kinship. I would personally advocate for such an effort, so that your nation might be exempt from the same attacks that we once endured.”
Finally, a compromise... Angus could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. He knew that this deal was just as risky for Vaplana, especially considering the demands put on the table. But... politicians back home could work with this, he was sure.
"Some of those compromises will certainly go down easier than others back home. But... I believe this is a good starting point to begin the process. The negotiations in solidifying such an agreement will certainly have to be delicate to meet the needs of both of our nations. As long as concessions do not egregiously breach Vaplana's cultural values, I foresee no substantial problem arising. I hope this is the beginning of a bright and inspiring partnership."
There was a tangible break in the tension within the chamber once Angus opened up the possibility of concessions and preeminence to the ASN. A renewed chorus of murmurs and discussion broke out. The chatter was silenced by the elder who, with a respectful nod, replied,
“Your humility, sir, does your people justice.” He smiled. By figuratively bowing to the ASN government as a paternal force to his own, Angus had won over the assembly, “...I believe you understand us, emissary… I wish your government, and ours, the best of luck in putting this league’s mandate onto paper… I am sure we would all be happily supportive of the initiative, should our proper oversight be permitted.”
With that, the ex-administrator began to tap his cane upon the floor in applause; stirring the rest of the chamber to do the same. Pretty soon the whole assembly had taken to stamping their shoes upon the ground and their fists upon their tables.
Being given the cue by an aide to make his departure, Angus was met by the wild, grinning face of Stadtholder Arcamavir outside the chamber once the diplomat had descended the stairs.
“Well done, my friend!” He boomed; giving a rough slap to the Vaplanan’s arm, “I don’t recall a single time a foreigner has been met with such a friendly reception! You’ve made history… If you would believe it.” The Teliran chuckled, adding, “...Although they’re usually a lot less coordinated amongst themselves…” He chuckled, “...Strange.”
The Stadtholder trailed off into his thought before returning quickly back to his senses,
“A- Well- No matter! Congratulations, Mr. Ambassador… Do you really believe you could convince your government to take such authority from the ASN…?” Arcamavir inquired.
Angus stood before the Assembly, taking in this historic moment. The booming racket of applause rung in his ears and seemed to penetrate into his chest, an electric pulse making his fingers tingle. He was sure if he could see himself he would see a man with a ridiculously large grin on his face hiding exhaustion and relief in his eyes. He did not care how he looked, however. He just made history, and secured a place for Vaplana amoung the elite of the galaxy. It may be a small place, restricted by those with more leverage than they, but it was a place at the table nonetheless. Everyone had to start somewhere, after all.
He noticed his cue and bowed before the Assembly before making his exit, never forgetting his courtesies.
"Thank you, Stadtholder. I do admit, I was expecting much more bickering but I will certainly not complain!" Angus chuckled, trying not to let his giddy joy overtake him too much in front of Arcamavir. The slap stung a little, Angus thought better than to give his arm a soothing rub though. He was still being judged after all, just not by the Assembly any more.
"I am sure that my government will humbly accept advice given under such an agreement. There will be compromise, that I am sure, but contrary to common speculation we are well aware of our delicate position in the Galaxy, Stadtholder. My question to you is do you see this blossoming relationship bringing peace and stability to our nations and the wider galaxy?"
“Mm…” Saljir responded. It appeared the man was getting increasingly paranoid in his own thoughts regarding the assembly’s strange lack of discord. He was quickly broken from his own spell as he returned his attention to Angus,
“O- Oh! Yes- Yes… Peace and stability, yes… But more importantly there’ll be more money to be made through this deal, no?! You and I could get very rich with the foreknowledge of such trade opportunities between our countries!” He chuckled boisterously with a devilish smile,
“Should you get this deal through, I’m sure I could secure a premier condo here in the capital just for you, emissary… Talcit is quite the hub for pleasure and fun!” He smiled, “Once two Human women were sent to my quarters on the request of-”
The Stadtholder trailed off with a handwave, “-Whatever the case… This deal may serve to anchor the anti-war powers away from the conflict… And in doing so help to make many more friends for both our civilization’s on the galactic stage.”
"I suppose it is fair to see it all that way, while pure profit is not my priority..." Angus hummed, deep in thought. It seemed more was going on here than he originally had thought, the Stadtholder was clearly not as in control as he would like. He would very much relish the opportunity to dig deeper into the mystery, but his duty had to come first. He was interrupted by his party approaching the pair, Ezra slapping Angus on the back in celebration.
"Well, Angus, if you won't take that fancy apartment I certainly will! Think of all the inspiration I could find in Talcit!" Angus shot Ezra a confused look, knowing that above all else Ezra would want to stay with him, but seeing that his partner was looking far more serious than his tone portrayed he did not openly question Ezra's comment.
"Well, Stadtholder, whatever the future holds for us all I am grateful for the chance to speak before your assembly today. I hope this is the beginning of us seeing each other far more often." Angus didn't really mean that, the Stadtholder was not the type he would get along well with, but he would not forsake his courtesies due to personal distaste.
The Stadtholder gave a concerned grin to Ezra,
“Ah- Oh- Uh- A free house to… To… Not the-” He stammered like he was witnessing his money burning for no actual purpose right in front of his eyes, “...Of course! Why not…! Courtesy of the ASN in goodwill to Vaplana…! I’m sure something could be arranged… Maybe…” He seethed through his teeth.
Returning his attention to the Vaplanan functionary, Arcamavir nodded back to Angus, “Oh, i’m sure we will, Mr. Emissary… I’m sure indeed… I think you will be a fine addition to the Bid Club… Quite the privilege to be a part of it, I assure you…” He smirked.
“At any rate I suppose you have to return home with your mission complete now, emissary.” The statesman nodded.
“But next time Vaplana chooses to come to Natar on a diplomatic mission…” His unnerving grin returned, “...Be sure to bring your queen, how I would love to meet her.”
But now some real contact was occurring. Only recently Vaplana had made itself apparent as a devoutly neutral party amid the rapidly escalating tug-of-war between native and colonial within the galaxy. The Associated States of Natar was perhaps the largest native economic power in the galaxy that was still steadfastly unaligned in its most literal sense. The Teliran government under former Stadtholder Tetlisun had been determined to ensure that the ASN would be an anchor, a bastion of peace, in the storm and chaos of galactic war.
While Tetlisun was now gone, the ASN was still officially an entity that was constitutionally committed to a policy of international neutrality. The new Stadtholder, Saljir Arcamavir, had not yet displayed any indication of trying to change this stance.
The pacifistic attitudes that Vaplana had recently made itself known for, by its outreach for mediations, had been noted by Natar. Not only because of the common stance Vaplana had, but also because of the diplomatic preeminence Vaplana evidently held with at least Orillia and the Union of Worlds. This unknown and curious native power had piqued the interest of the Association.
Now Vaplana had been invited to dispatch a delegation to Natar. Specifically, they were to address the Executive Assembly of the Association. Only a single foreign power had ever been extended such an invitation before. Neither the Union, nor Orillia, had ever received such an offer; there was no higher honour for a foreign power.
But first, the delegation was to arrive.
First appearing at the edge of Natar’s system, the Vaplanan’s were met by a party of almost sixty warships. These ships, far from juggernauts or a show of force, were a series of small corvettes, gunboats, patrol ships and escort vessels, each had its own shape, insignias and design. It was a fleet of dozens of nations, all having sent forth their own escort to see the Vaplanan’s safe passage on the final strait of their journey.
The system that Natar was nestled within was not a lonely one. Scans, analysations and signatures indicated hundreds,if not thousands, of platforms and stations that occupied the system. Many were military stations, but many more were storage facilities, depots, refueling and repair centers or headquarters for a smorgasbord of different galactic corporations.
It wasn’t just the space that was occupied, but the celestial bodies too. Asteroids hosted numerous mining corporate operations while the various planetoids showed signs of temporary settlement and excavation. But the largest activity, beside Natar, came from a moon for a planet neighboring the Teliran homeworld. The moon was much like Natar in climate, and revealed the presence of countless colonies upon it. The moon of Sano had been Natar’s first ever off-world settlement, and a lucky fortune that such an ecologically abundant world was so close to home.
But the hub of everything was, clearly, unavoidably, Natar itself. As one came closer to Natar, the more recognisable its development became. Like a tiny sun, half of the planet, shrouded in night, glowed with balls of yellow that amassed in certain areas. The other half, covered in the light of the sun, looked much like a marble of verdant green and pure blue. From the planet came an almost unfathomable amount of traffic coming back and forth. Lines of freighters, smaller traders and large cruiseships and transporters rushed to and fro upon pre-established lines in and out of the world. Others circled Natar like hawks, eagerly awaiting their new directives or for clearance to be granted for their departures or landings.
Descending into the clouds among the dark side of Natar, the ship touched down at an almost surprising cosmodrome. The Vaplanans were not guided to the heart of some compact urban terminal, or a frantically busy commercial spaceport, but a quiet, sleepy military base out in the countryside.
The local party sent to meet them were predominantly Telirans from the local nationstate. Their clothes were all rather minimalist at their core, using small, unicolour layers. But ontop were layers of jewelry, braids, baubles and bands of undoubtedly high value. The result were outfits that infused the officiousness of a uniform with the pomp of aristocratic fashion.
Apart from the crowd of invited individuals who had come to welcome the guests, the outer perimeter of the spacious landing zone was occupied by a company of troops, predominantly Teliran. However, others of other alien stock were also present. The military garrison kept watch on both the newcoming party and for potential assailants to their guests alike.
Ahead of all the crowd stood a single Teliran male who, atop his grey tunic, wore a shining, black cuirass. The ancient, knightly look was, however, juxtaposed by the man’s portly frame and the powdered makeup that stylized his face into the appearance of an ancient Human aristocrat. With his hands clasped together and a respectful, warm smile upon his face as he stood under his fluttering national flag, following a nod of greeting, the Teliran announced,
“Welcome, honoured Vaplanans, to Natar. I am Lord Massiney Controta, and I have been elected the high privilege of hosting you for the duration of your expedition. We are currently at Salea Military Base, in the Kalethian Republic- My homeland. It is my humble desire that, by the end of this trip, you will leave with a warm opinion of not only Natar- But of its people.”
Rubbing his hands together, Lord Controta gestured for the Vaplanans to follow him, “As you may know, the present plan is for your people to stay at my manor until the conference in Talcit City. On that night I shall take you into the capital, where you will deal with Stadtholder Arcamavir and the International Assembly of Natar.”
It wasn’t exactly a normal day in Vaplana when they had received the invitation from the Associated States of Natar. In fact, the Palace was a flurry of activity amidst preparations for the peace negotiations. The controlled chaos was so intense, the exclusive invitation nearly fell through the net so to speak. When Fidelia had read the invitation aloud to herself later in the day she nearly fainted in shock, being invited to address the Executive Assembly of the Association was huge for her nation. The platform this would provide was basically priceless, not only would Vaplana be put on the map politically this may even lead to a boost in the tourism sector they so heavily relied on. Let alone the obvious benefits of closer ties with Natar. This was not an opportunity she could afford to pass up. Fidelia had frantically made calls that night to her diplomats, regretting that she was so busy with the peace talks that she could not attend in person but instead determined to find just the right person for this task.
Prime Minister Malax Wickford was not as enthusiastic at the news. He was increasingly paranoid of foreign influence within Vaplana after the recent terror attack, and his preliminary investigations made it clear there was some small connection there to the Associated States of Natar. It could be innocent, just a coincidence, or it could be something more malicious. Of course, his Queen had gotten ahead of herself and began making calls, she had always been a little too excitable. Just like her father. They both had always made his job of keeping them safe much more difficult than it needed to be, which was why Malax was not pleased when Fidelia had put her foot down and insisted they send a delegation despite the risks.
He would much rather be safe than sorry, especially with all the tension in the galaxy. After some back and forth the two leaders had come to a compromise. Malax would have a say in the members of their delegation, and they would send a group of Guard members to ensure security. Pleased, Fidelia had happily sent off her replies to Natar. Now they just had to put their team together.
Sir Angus Holden was one of Vaplana’s most decorated diplomats, having secured favourable trade agreements with many unaligned nations as well as expanded Vaplana’s information gathering network significantly over his career due to the sheer number of connections he had gathered. He had been lifted from humble beginnings, attending one of Vaplana’s countless diplomacy academies on a scholarship, then going on to achieve notoriety for his adventurous spirit and eagerness for the new and exciting. This blend of professional diplomat and lustful explorer made him the ideal candidate to send to Natar. He knew exactly what to say and when, but he was also not one to be afraid of a new and intimidating culture. He was, therefore, not surprised in the slightest when he received his summons to the Palace. He was so confident, in fact, that he had already packed all he needed and was ready to go at the drop of a hat.
He would be accompanied by his close companion, the poet Ezra Rossetti. The two were inseparable and Ezra, while not attending as an official Vaplanan spokesperson, was certainly not one to be ignored. He was responsible for many popular works documenting some of the galaxy's most curious cultures in a manner easily digestible for the sheltered Vaplanan to appreciate and enjoy. While not quite at the level of a reliable historian since his poems were at least embellished with many exaggerations, his work always held a nugget of truth that could not be overlooked. He was looking forward to exploring a new Nation at Angus’s side, and hopefully, Natar would be the inspiration he needed for his next bestseller.
The pair and their team were dispatched from Vaplana post-haste, the Government and their Queen eager to see how fruitful closer ties with the Associated States could be. The diplomats and aides were not alone, however. They were escorted by a small group of highly-trained ceremonial Guard members, whose job it was to keep them safe and keep an eye out for any ‘suspicious activity’ that Prime Minister Wickford had spent at least an hour briefing the team on. Usually, for such important occasions, the team would travel on Vaplana’s flagship; the stunning Viridian Dream. Many were disappointed that the Flagship had not been summoned for the task so they could witness the spectacle of the Viridian Dream’s spectacular light shows, however, given the state of the Galaxy currently many cautiously agreed with Prime Minister Wickford’s view of keeping Vaplana’s only real defense close to home for now. Just to be sure.
It was a rather pleasant journey across space, all things considered. Angus had plenty of time to brainstorm ideas for his address to the Assembly and Ezra was happy lounging around and getting to know the Ceremonial Guard team they had been assigned. They were, frankly, a boring bunch, only interested in keeping the pair on schedule and secure. Not the adventurous types the two had been hoping for. That was Prime Minister Wickford’s influence, to be sure. Things perked up for Ezra when the Vaplanan vessel approached Natar. Everyone aboard, especially Ezra, was astounded by the reception they received. His initial reaction was of mild panic, seeing so many warships gathered in one place led his thoughts to the inevitable worst-case scenario. The Guard members were quick to clarify that these ships were, in fact, friendly, and were merely there to welcome them and assure their journey went unimpeded. That cheered Ezra up considerably, and feeling inspired he began fervently writing in a notebook. The ceremonial welcoming paired with Natar’s bustling space was exactly the kind of inspiration he had been hoping for!
Angus was considerably more calm during the last stretch of their journey, preferring to focus on his appearance and preparations to be welcomed by their host. Being Vaplana’s official spokesman, it was imperative he made the perfect first impression. He was still nonetheless extremely touched by the act of solidarity the nations of the galaxy extended to him and his party. He had made one of his aides make notes of every insignia and flag displayed in the welcoming fleet, and when he was settled on Natar he would personally message those nations in thanks of their kind gesture.
From what everyone had heard about Natar they had expected and were mentally prepared to be welcomed in a bustling cityscape, but the Vaplanan delegation were pleasantly surprised to see sleepy countryside surrounding them upon their exit from their ship. It felt like home, or as much like it as another planet could be, and the sentiment of the Telirans choosing this place to welcome them was not lost on Angus. The small military presence was something new, but it was not unwelcome considering the lengthy lecture Prime Minister Wickford had given the delegation before their departure.
Angus smiled warmly upon Lord Controta’s greetings, and with a small bow he greeted the Teliran in kind,
“We are honoured to be welcomed so warmly by you and yours, Lord Controta. I am Sir Angus Holden, and I extend an earnest thank you on behalf of my delegation and my people for this prestigious invitation. I anticipate that this moment is the beginning of a warm and fruitful relationship between our nations.”
He gladly followed Lord Controta and fell into step with him so they could comfortably converse. Ezra and the rest of the Vaplanan delegation followed behind, Ezra’s eyes excitedly darting around taking in every shred of inspiration he could.
“I have personally been looking forward to staying with you, Lord Controta. Of course, the conference in Talcit city is the main attraction, but I cannot wait to experience all Natar has to offer as well as your hospitality.”
In the inky black shroud of night, the rendezvous felt almost secretive with the quiet chirping of nocturnal insects, the rumbling of jets in the distance and the faint barking of dogs in some nearby kennels. A train whistle echoed through the night, indicating the party’s destination as their footsteps crunched into the gravel underneath.
Traced by a handful of silent, thoughtless automatons whiched clutched onto halberd like weapons in close order, Lord Controta went on to note:
“It is a shame not to see your monarch here. I must admit, when those who lead our planet had petitioned to invite Vaplana to our world, we had all imagined that she would not view it as not important enough.”
The stocky Teliran gestured for the group to enter what looked to be an unsuspecting train house. Far from a grandiose diplomatic spectacle, the building was made out of simple brick and mortar, covered by sheet metal. Its interior was not much more decorative, with military crates lining the platform leading to the train cars awaiting the group. Workers went about moving cargo to the carriages at the front, while a few military officers standing towards the back put out their cigarettes at the sight of the diplomats, waiting for their approach.
Lord Controta’s calm visage appeared to diminish at the sight of the cleanly-dressed, uniformed silhouettes of the Officers awaiting their arrival. Donning a more grim stare at the figures from across the platform, Controta waved for his colleagues to stay their distance,
“Stay here” Lord Controta ordered, not waiting for a response, before he speed-walked ahead towards the military officials.
Several minutes proceeded to go by with Controta evidently having some kind of heated, yet hushed discussion with the men; looking back to the Vaplanans from time to time. Eventually, however, the indecipherable battle in stifled voices came to a close. Taking one last look, the officers watched the Vaplanan delegation before marching off in the opposite direction.
Returning back to his guests with a more content look, the Lord sighed with a tired smile,
“There we are. I think we’ve scared them off… I do apologise for all that trouble. Come, let’s make way for more pleasant pastures, shall we?” The Teliran ushered the group onto the rear compartments of the train.
Evidently the locomotive was both an old antique vehicle, and much more fitted for diplomatic hosting than the military station it was sat in. The interiors of the carriages were lit with warm, dim lamps that had the brightness and colour more akin to naked flames than electric illumination. It was certainly a warmer, more insulative and comfortable setting than the shady pitch-black scenes outside. Leather armchairs accompanied by polished, wooden tables offered luxurious furniture as a pair of attendants offered refreshments to the entering Vaplanans.
With Lord Controta taking his place at the back of the rear carriage, the train began to set off almost immediately after everyone was seated; leaving the military base behind.
The several Guard members who were following Angus were not entirely happy with how dark everything was on Natar. Of course, they had been briefed that the Telirans were nocturnal, however their training for nighttime operations had not quite prepared them as well as they would have liked. It was just a learning curve for the Vaplanans, especially considering how sunny their home was most of the time. Angus and his companion, however, did not outwardly care less. Angus was very comfortable chatting to Lord Controta, and Ezra was so absorbed in documenting everything he could see, smell and hear that nothing else mattered.
“I do understand your disappointment, I am certainly no replacement for a beautiful and powerful young Queen.” Angus joked, gesturing to his balding head and slightly portly frame. He knew that the Telirians may take Her Majesty’s absence as an affront, and it was his job to smooth all that over. It was looking potentially as if that may be easier said than done. “I do want to pass along her Majesty’s apologies in that regard, she was absolutely thrilled upon receiving this invitation. However, the Peace talks between Orillia and the Union of Worlds were simply too crucial for her to miss. If all goes as planned, she would be honoured to visit Natar when her schedule allows.”
As the group headed into the train house Ezra couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He had been traveling as Angus’s companion for a good few years now, and they had gotten rather used to all the spectacle and pomp that diplomatic visits afforded the pair. This was certainly different, and definitely unexpected. But different wasn’t necessarily bad! After a brief moment of pause he delved back into his note-taking with a renewed vigour; this was clearly the real Natar, not a shiny fake version that was paraded to foreign officials. This was exactly what he had been searching for!
Angus was not quite as enthused with the situation. Lord Controta’s tone made him a little uneasy when he left to confront the officials, and their glances at him and his party while clearly arguing set that feeling in stone. He motioned for the lead member of his guard to come closer.
“Try to remember those officials, if you would. I know they’re hard to decipher, lad, but they’re making me uneasy.” Angus whispered into the young man’s ear in a way he hoped was not at all suspicious.
“Aye Sir. Can’t help but agree with your sentiment, this is throwing us off too…” The man nodded and stepped back into his position before Lord Controta could return, quietly passing the Diplomat's orders among his team as he returned to their group.. Hopefully together they could make out enough details to remember who those Telirans were and take precautions accordingly if they were ever to cross paths again.
“It’s no problem, Lord Controta. I do hope our presence here is not causing trouble for you.” Angus tried to see where the officials were retreating to, but getting ushered onto the train broke his gaze long enough that he missed their departure.
The Guard members looked a lot more comfortable in the train compartment, the atmosphere was much more like home to them and was much more in line with what they were expecting. Angus and Ezra did not act as relieved as they felt, they were expected to remain composed in all scenarios, but they definitely enjoyed the refreshments and sank into the comfortable leather chairs all the same. Angus noted how easy it was to read his Guards, and felt like cursing whoever sent him with such inexperienced men. He would have to give them a crash course in subtlety when they reached their destination.
As the delegation took flight in their train down the tracks, the lights and sounds of the military base grew quieter and quieter. In their place, the rumbling of the locomotive upon the tracks, muffled by the carriage walls made for a much warmer and protected feel. As some attendants began to bring forth a variety of different wines, both from Natar and an assortment of foreign, alien powers, Lord Controta smiled.
“Don’t worry about that lot, they’re some rabble-rousers, really. There are elements of the military here on Natar that would prefer that we take a more active foreign policy in light of growing tensions abroad. They feel that, by dealing with factions committed to promoting neutrality, their chances of drifting the ASN towards CONA or SAGA would be hindered.” He explained as he drew a chilled Adalouse Vintage 3584, from an icebucket and had it opened.
“The ASN’s current stance takes a different position.” He smiled as his chalice filled with the beverage. An attendant then offered the wine to the foreign delegates as another proffered a tray of nibbles, from honeyed tarts to cookies, there seemed to be everything.
“Take all of this for example.” The Lord waved his hand about at the array of things before them,
“This wine is from the Royal Federation.” He lifted his drink, “The glass is from the Veralic Communes.”
“Those biscuits there are from Orillia.” He said; nodding to the tray, “The Thicese made those cheeses, the wafers are from Carnaith and the chocolates are from, I believe, a galaxy-class Lost Star chocolatier.”
Gesturing to the carriage, he remarked, “The wood for the interior is from Baredai, the steel is from Vegor. The fuel? That’s from Rangvald. The tracks upon which the train runs are from the Monarian Trucial States. No doubt they themselves got the metals to forge and assemble it were from elsewhere since, as I recall, the Monarians lack a much of a metallurgy industry.”
“Even the music that you can hear right now.” He noted the soft, jazzy melody playing from some unseen speaker, “Originates from an ensemble who hail from a place called the Rougegorge Republic.”
He returned his attention to Angus and his companions,
“This war is their war; not ours. Wars don’t build, they take. Whichever way Natar sides, it would only lose. Those who come out of wars the strongest are those that don’t participate at all.”
He paused, “We have no intention of seeing Natar depleted of opportunity, of peace, and stability. If those fools that comprise those alliances are so hellbent on turning each other’s cities to rubbles and scorching their planets into dust, then so be it. If they’re willing to make the living of our people better off by doing business with us to supply their wartime needs, then so be it. But we will not be so stupid as to join the mosh-pit of galactic war.”
The Teliran put his glass down and looked out of the window into the inky black of the countryside at night,
“Indeed, as your men have quite rightly shown in their enjoyment of these pleasantries, war is bad for business. I believe it is the purpose of your invitation to make the Stadtholder’s stance clear as day in that regard. That is why the Orillian Embassy hasn’t even been contacted since his election, and why he continues to openly embarrass the Union of Worlds with prodding jokes.”
He smiled before quickly chuckling and quickly adding,
“Though don’t be surprised if you don’t get that impression from him. Our new Stadtholder is quite a diplomatic timebomb. Do you have any questions about him to help you prepare for your meeting with him?”
Angus nodded solemnly at the explanation. It was a little comforting to know that Vaplana wasn’t the only neutral nation dealing with a lack of unity on the subject. The VDL and militarist camp back home had been using the outbreak of war as an excuse to push harder and harder for the end of pacifism, which was rather worryingly slowly gathering some support even with moderates.
“Ah, that sounds rather familiar. There are factions within Vaplana that have similar sentiments but considering our current military policy, they have very little sway. In a war of ideology, I suppose internal tiffs like this are inevitable.”
Angus and Ezra were happy to accept the wine offered by the attendant, but the guard crew only took a small glass out of politeness. It was against policy to drink on the job, so they were much more drawn to the offered nibbles instead.
As Controta continued his analogy Angus couldn’t help but smile, taking in every item presented and where it had come from. He sipped his wine contentedly, it was a rather delicious sample but being Vaplanan he couldn’t help but compare it to his homeland’s own excellent wine. But nationalistic pride aside, Angus couldn’t help but be impressed at how connected Natar was. This kind of intergalactic trade was incredible, and he wondered whether one-day Vaplana would slowly achieve this level of connection with the wider galaxy.
Ezra was just as impressed at the little speech, he had even stopped scribbling for a moment to listen in. When Lord Controta was done his face lit up in inspiration and began taking notes with even more vigour. The gentle atmosphere of the carriage, and the soft tones coming from the music, were the perfect environment for a Vaplanan creative to hone their craft.
“I couldn’t have said that better myself, Lord Controta. War is indeed the ultimate destroyer of connectivity and prosperity. I am hoping this meeting is the beginning of a grand opportunity to not just solidify our own neutrality, but potentially spread our message galaxy-wide and rally other nations to stand with us in neutrality. Maybe it is just a fever dream, but I do still have hope that others can follow our example and denounce war.” Angus paused to take another sip of the Royal Federation wine.
“I can only hope your Stadtholder holds the same grand vision. I do have to ask though, in what way is he a diplomatic timebomb? Do you think he is as passionate about peace as his predecessor?” Angus too glanced out at the darkness surrounding the train. If the Stadtholder was merely following prior policy out of obligation his job would be much more difficult than expected, but he could also just as easily be more of the silent type. At this point Ezra piped up.
“What kinda guy is he? Does he appreciate the finer things, say… poetry?” He chuckled to himself while Angus shot him a dirty look. This trip was not for Ezra to promote his own work so blatantly, and if Ezra was going to keep being so cheeky Angus would be forced to take his notebook away and keep his partner on a thigh leash so to speak. “Aww, C’mon Angus don't be so serious! It was a joke, I’m not gonna go up to this guy and shove my work in his face. I value your career much more than that!”
“Apologies, Lord Controta. My companion here is a poet, and is here merely to search for inspiration, not to promote his work.” Angus spoke sternly, and while talking to Controta he was also laying down the law for Ezra. He would not let whatever agenda Ezra came here with ruin his chances at fostering closer ties between Vaplana and the ASN.
Lord Controta almost burst from his seat as he raised an interjecting hand at the mention of the Stadtholder’s predecessor,
“Stadtholder Tetlisun I wish to correct, was anything but passionate about peace. If any term can best describe that man, then perhaps it is ‘impassionate’. The man’s colder than the polar islands.” He sat back into his chair; his hands interlocking together upon his belly,
“It was Mose Tetlisun that ousted Administrator Thalerno, his predecessor, when Thalerno attempted to make peace with the attacking Samser Corporation during Natar’s nascent days. It was also Mose Tetlisun who took the ASN to war against the neighbouring free spaceport of Hamil’s Hideout back when Natar was economically competing with the spaceport.” He shook his head, “It was that same expedition against the spaceport, that Tetlisun organised, that massacred the city’s entire civilian population. Tetlisun was only committed to neutrality and peace when it was convenient in his calculations; not as a rule.”
Controta seemed to let the room go quiet after that as the atmosphere became dominated by the silence of his frustration, it took several moments before the Lord added, “I do apologize. I’m not one of Mr. Tetlisun’s devotees, I supported the current Stadtholder during the last election. Anyhow…” He coughed,
“...That’s not to say Stadtholder Arcamavir is a very pleasant individual. Let’s just say he’s… Not the most subtle and nuanced of people, and he can be rather too hedonistic for his own good.”
“In fact.” He grunted to himself, shifting ever so slightly in his seat as he mulled over his chalice of wine, “...I would be so bold as to say, he would join either side if it meant he could accrue more power for himself.” Controta frowned,
“It’s for that reason I believe your bigger objective should be getting the assembly on your side, and, believe me, that is a difficult feat. The people there are so busy bickering and dividing themselves over petty causes that they’ll interrupt, distort and attack your words before you even finish a sentence. But if you achieve that, Natar’s neutrality would be that much more cemented.”
Ezra’s question had caused the Lord to chuckle a little and shake his head to Angus, “It is a fine question, good sir. Unfortunately… The current Stadtholder is as crude as it gets, I'm afraid. He has little taste for any of the finer arts unless it is an art that is fashionable to partake in. That being said, if you do wish to promote your works, I can think of few better places to spread your name than Natar, we have countless media companies who specialise in getting people’s names out into the galaxy, if you show promise.”
Lord Controta would go on to discuss a range of topics, from the state of the ASN’s economy after the Market Crash of 77, Jobediea and his impactful reports, some of the assembly representatives and so forth. But generally, the rest of the trip on both the train and the subsequent automobile ride from the station and to the quiet village of Verich were uneventful. Stepping out into the town, one was not met by a lit up scene, but instead, quite the opposite.
The entire place was near-pitch black, with not a single light in the windows nor a streelight to be seen. Yet despite the lack of illumination, the group were audibly met by a couple of clapping hands as they stepped out before several awaiting silhouettes.
Lord Controta offered a pair of torches to the Vaplanans as a Teliran, presumably the village mayor, approached the group with what looked like a smile through the dim moonlight,
“Welcome to the village of Verich, friends! Mr. Berickh, at your service… I’m afraid we don’t get aliens out in the countryside too often, so we don’t really have the lighting facilities I'm sure you’re used to….” The aged Teliran sheepishly laughed as he began to guide them down the cobblestone paths of buildings that looked, by the corrosion of the bricks and warped shape of the glass panes, to be centuries old.
“My manor is just a short walk from Verich sirs.” Lord Controta informed as a gaggle of Telirans went forth to look for, and take, any luggage the Vaplanans had stored, “You all are okay walking, yes?”
Between the lack of light and the unsteady, aged pathways, walking through the village was a veritable smorgasbord of hazards. From the black windows overlooking the streets stared the mysterious faces of adult and children Telirans alike, silently and cautiously watching the outsiders go by. The moment a torch was shone in their direction, heads duck and blinds were closed. There was little in the way of a welcome by the villagefolk themselves, bunting rustled in the night breeze as the flitting and chirping of bugs became near-on the only ambience to accompany their walk through what was practically an inhabited ghost-town.
“I think you will find the cities much more accommodating. Generally speaking, the aliens on Natar tend to stick to the confines of the urban sprawl for convenience’s sake. I’m sure you will be happy to know, however, that I have prepared for your stay with the acquisition of portable lamps, and the lighting of fireplaces. I’ve ensured you will have plenty of time in your quarters to prepare for your day ahead, but you must come down for dinner though, I assure you, you will not forget it!”
The Vaplanan delegation were forced into a tense silence at Lord Controta’s passionate outburst. Angus in particular looked a little disappointed, but it was at himself for the most part. It was his slip up after all that caused the tension, but his host’s passionate attack on the previous stadtholder and even the lukewarm defence of the current one taught him a lot about the state of Natar’s politics and the minefield he was going to have to survive to get his message across.
“Do not apologise, that responsibility should be mine, I did not mean to offend. Your passionate accounts of your nation’s politics is very insightful, and is exactly the kind of account I need to truly be prepared for the coming tasks. So really, I should also be thanking you for your honesty.” Angus took another sip of wine, hoping to high heaven that this slip of the tongue would be the last on this mission. Better here, in the privacy of their luxurious train car, than in front of the assembly.
However, even thinking of the vicious assembly awaiting him sent butterflies through Angus’s stomach. He was a talented diplomat, it was true, but he had heard some horror stories about how cut-throat the Executive Assembly was. Lord Controta’s affirmations of these beliefs did not arouse confidence in Angus, especially since the Assembly may be expecting a beautiful young Queen and not the balding portly man that would appear before them. Nonetheless, it was his duty to do his best to spread Vaplana’s plea for peace across the galaxy to the best of his ability.
Ezra, on the other hand, had perked up considerably at Lord Controta’s answer to his question. While the Stadtholder may not be swayed by his works, the allure of spreading his name on Natar was more than enough promise to keep him occupied for the rest of the journey. When they were settled he would have to explore those avenues further. For now, all he could do was thank their host and continue to draw inspiration from all on display. The pair were certainly stark opposites in the reflective moments that followed, one was almost giddy at the opportunities Natar held, and the other was burdened with a seemingly impossible task.
The Vaplanans could only assume that the village of Verich was as beautiful as the villages of their homeworld considering they could barely see any of it on their walk. They were grateful for the accommodations made for them, the Guards held their torches tight as they were the only things stopping the group from tripping on the cobbles and making utter fools of themselves in front of the locals. Some of the guard members especially found the feeling of staring unseen eyes following them extremely uncomfortable, but they could not focus on that feeling too long or else they would trip and fall in the dark. Ezra and Angus on the contrary were almost buzzing in excitement, their adventurous spirits finding the challenge of navigating such oppressive darkness with dignity and grace exhilarating. Ezra especially found the mystery beyond the darkness very enticing and kept trying to get glimpses of what lay beyond his limited vision.
“We greatly appreciate your welcome, Mr Berickh. I hope we are not bothering your citizens too gravely, or indeed frightening your children with our appearance. All of the accommodations both you and Lord Controta have made for us on our journey here and beyond are indeed very welcome. As is dinner! Travelling so far has left me at least absolutely famished, im sure my companions will say the same.”
“It’s no trouble, it’s an honour, it truly is, to have such illustrious aliens-”
“Dignitaries.” Lord Controta interjected.
“-Dignitaries, sorry, visiting us out in these parts.” With that, the mayor saw the group off at the village’s exit and left Controta and his staff to take back the lead.
The trek from Verich through what was little more than a dirt road was a deathly still, yet peaceful one. There was little in the way of wildlife making noise here, there were no insects chirping, nor was there any subtle rumble of distant motorways. Instead, the only sound was the quiet, uninterrupted brushing and rustling of the nearby woodland canopies as they swayed in the night wind.
Aside from the focus of the torchlights, which revealed the dusty, gravel pathway, strewn with potholes and contours that followed the landscape, there was nothing before the group but the inky abyss of the night. But where, in other lands, one would do well to view a place at night, here, the Vaplanans were delivered a gift from above. Lord Controta pointed to the skies. Above them was the full, unmitigated view of the cosmos from Natar. The array of twinkling beacons formed a milky, glowing bed that watched the troupe progress from overhead.
“No one uses lamps out here in the countryside. No street lamps, no house lights, the light of the stars and moon is enough for us down here.” The Lord noted between breaths, the walk was evidently winding him a little and his chatter became notably scarce until finally the group approached the pastures before Lord Controta’s manor.
“...Here we are.” He smiled.
The mansion was a sight unlike any other. With the curtain of the dark night as its backdrop, the building lorded over its surroundings from atop a hill that overlooked the world in all directions. This would’ve been relatively normal, and outright invisible in the night, were it not for the flora that surrounded it.
In all directions, beds of blue, bioluminescent flowers rolled down into the fields that guarded the house. Their cyan shimmer formed a natural lighthouse to their destination which shone as it stood over the pool of cool colours. They flickered and faded as each gust of wind carried over the flowerbeds and orchards like light in water..
“I suspect my ancestors did not have this occasion in mind when they planted the glowing garden five centuries ago. Nonetheless it is quite helpful that they planted them, no?” He grinned.
The ascension to the manor and the entry of the Vaplanans went without problem. After a mighty supper largely consisting of honeyed dishes, Lord Controta claimed the Telirans have quite the sweet tooth for that golden liquid, the Vaplanans were allowed to retire for the night. Their rest was, however, uncomfortably short, for they were to awaken before the break of dawn. Lord Controta had, of course, not slept as the Vaplanans had, he had been up all night and thus was visibly tired as he saw the Vaplanan delegation in the motorcade sent for them.
It took nearly six hours of driving for the diplomats to enter the capital of Kalethia and the ASN: Talcit. But the appearance of countless construction projects, forming a labyrinth of scaffolded blocks, indicated their arrival in the city’s ever growing outskirts. Shortly thereafter they began to snake between skyscraper after skyscraper until, at last, they arrived in the city’s old quarter.
Here, in the heart of Talcit, these marble, intricately carved buildings told stories of past, pre-spacefaring glories and accomplishments. Facades of fine columns, statues of great statesmen watching over their old seat of power, and great stone chamber-houses watched over the convoy until they pulled up at a square.
The open space, tiled with a map of the Kalethian nation state and its old imperial possessions across Natar, was flanked by two stone ministries that stretched wide from one side of the square to the other. On the far end sat a palace strewn with columns and balconies that gave dimension to the construct. Engraved faces stared down upon the building’s spectators.
Filing out of the car, the Vaplanans were met by the cheers of crowds of media and urbanites who had come out in strength to spectate the diplomatic mission. Even the crisp air of this fresh, new morning was overwhelmed by the smells of the city, and the sounds weren’t much better. A frenzy of questions and shouts were bombarded at the delegation from all sides as daisy-chains of police officers kept the masses at bay; forming an open path away from the motorcade.
Rising up the corroded and smoothed steps leading up to this palace, the Vaplanans were met by the figure of a man who stood confidently looking down upon his guests. His smile stretched from one corner of his face to the other; forming a grin that simultaneously looked fake and uncanny. From between his lips were revealed the sharp set of teeth that waited within, like those of a shark.
“Welcome! Welcome!” Cried the Teliran as he reached an arm down to whichever Vaplanan came first and shook their hand so strongly it could’ve been ripped off in front of a dozen paparazzi waiting for him to give a signal for a shot. After which, he began herding his guest into the building itself.
“I am Stadtholder Arcamavir! It’s wonderful to finally meet you all- You- You- Erm. Vaplanans! Yes, yes, Vaplanans… Yes?” He gave a side-eye to an aide, who subtly nodded before returning his attention to the group, “Welcome to the Associated States Assembly building, also known as the Palace of the Association… Formerly the Palace of Kings.”
The walk up to the manor was spectacular. While the Vaplanans could not see much, they still saw the beauty in the tranquil calm of the night. The wind in the trees was a familiar sound and provided great comfort in an otherwise alien place. And the stars! While Vaplana often partook in blackouts -especially in the countryside- to embrace the night sky, that did not even come close to this.
Ezra especially was captivated, his eyes shone almost as enthusiastically as the sea of stars above him. Angus could almost feel the childlike wonder coming off his companion in waves when they came across the glowing garden. Ezra did not know what exactly he had been looking for on Natar other than a vague need for inspiration. But now, he knew he had found what he was looking for. It was not at all what he had been expecting, but wasn’t all beautiful and wondrous things what you least expected?
Angus had slept as well as he could have that night, what with Ezra staying up fervently writing down his thoughts in his notebook next to him. He was glad his partner had found what he was looking for. Now all they needed was for him to successfully address the Executive Assembly, surely a task much more difficult than Ezra’s had been.
The drive to Talcit was a nerve-wracking one for Angus. Ezra was as happy as ever, albeit a little tired. He was doing his best to comfort Angus and encourage him for his coming task, but Angus could not shake the butterflies that had taken up residence in his stomach. The appearance of building sites melding into skyscrapers was an unfamiliar sight and just did more to cement in Angus’s mind that he was in unfamiliar territory. He was an experienced diplomat, yes, but he had never been exposed to such pressure before. This moment was huge for his homeland, and all eyes would be on him. The car pulled to a stop, and Angus could already hear the clamour outside.
“You’re gonna do great, like always. Just remember to breathe, if I see you pass out on the podium I’ll be forced to write a poem about it and I know you’d hate me forever for that.” Ezra’s playful encouragement made Angus smile, just a bit. He couldn’t help it.
“Don’t do anything to embarrass us and I’ll be perfectly fine. Just, please, leave everything to me from now.”
“As you wish, oh grand diplomat. Now, we should get going, no?”
The atmosphere outside was almost stifling, but with renewed confidence, Angus stepped forward all the same. Ezra was close at his side, and his guard were just behind. His people were here for him. He would not fail, not now. He smiled and waved politely to the gathered crowd, being sure not to lock eyes with any of the reporters shouting questions at him.
“Is it just me or is that guy’s smile super fake?” Ezra leaned over to whisper as they continued towards the waiting Teliran.
“Yes, but now is not the time Ezra,” Angus whispered back, stepping forward to put a bit of distance between them. As the head of the Vaplanan delegation, he had to take the lead and not look like he was leaning too heavily on his companion in the public eye. He strode out in front of his party to greet the Teliran, Stadtholder Arcamavir.
His handshake was aggressive, to say the least, but Angus took it like a champ, being sure to present a relaxed presence for the gathered crowd.
“I thank you for welcoming us so… warmly, Stadtholder.” Angus had certainly noticed Arcamavir’s slip up. He and Ezra shared a quick glance before Angus was pulled into position to pose for the cameras.
“From what I have seen from Natar so far I am confident our peoples have much in common, and even more that we can learn from each other. I hope this is the beginning of a blossoming friendship between our nations.”
“I’m glad you see what Natar has to offer!” Arcamavir proudly boomed through his razored teeth, “...It wasn’t easy to bring my homeworld to where it is today, but through hard work and sacrifice I got us here!”
The Stadtholder abruptly took off through the great pillars of the assembly building’s entrance and into the building itself. A great hall gleaming with pristine carved stones made up its walls while an intricate chandelier hung overhead. The din of outdoors immediately silenced the moment the great doors shut behind the Vaplanans and left the small party alone in the lobby. The leader of the ASN gestured for them to continue following him as he made his way through the decorated halls of the building. The expedition’s passage was watched over by hundreds of eyes looming from electrified portraits hanging upon the buildings walls.
“...Great Teliran statesmen and women.” He noted with a wave of his hand. Some looked like they originated as far back as the middle ages. All the generations watched carefully as Angus passed below them.
But rather than enter any great assembly room or chamber, the Stadtholder took them instead to an unsuspecting side passage which led to a narrow set of stairs leading down to a small lobby outfitted with security.
“Stadtholder.” The lead guard respectfully nodded as he allowed his superior and his followers through. Before them stretched an unnaturally long corridor. Here, below the palace proper, there were no portraits or windows, nor chandeliers, just a checkered floor and a red carpet rolling through to an elevator door at the end.
Prodding in a few buttons once they were all inside, Arcamavir explained,
“Since seven years ago, the ASN no longer holds its official assemblages in the true palace above us.” They started to lower. The glass sides of their lift strobed with passing lights. The rate of the lights passing behind began to pick up as the speed of their descent accelerated faster and faster; plunging them into darkness over and over until finally their destination was revealed. Through the glass, the party was suddenly greeted with the sight of a massive, man-made subterranean pit that stretched downwards further than the eye could see.
Engraved into the walls of this great hole were a honeycomb of windows and balconies. These floors were each interconnected by a complex web of bridges and stairs that create a labyrinthian tangle of crossings. Hundreds of people were rushing to and fro among these stratified levels,
“Welcome to the beating heart, the epicenter, of the Associated States...” Arcamavir grinned with glee as they raced down the levels, “...The Cynosure of Natar.”
The lift began to slow as they neared the bottom of the great bureaucratic nest. Below them they were met with the sight of an open lobby, much like a town square. In its center rested a fountain with a clock as its centerpiece. The entire place was shaped in a great circle, with steps rising up to the walls fitted with countless, tall arch-doorways leading to who-knows-where. Yet there were few occupants in this open space.
“I advise we wait upon these steps for a moment… It’s just about time to…”He muttered trailing off as he peered to the clock. Its hands ticked away in this quiet, empty nexus. Yet as the minute hand closed in on the hour hand, the ground seemed to tremble.
From the archways came the echoes of unknown voices and clatter of foreign footsteps. The moment the clock struck twelve, the entire square exploded into life. From the doorways streamed rivers of dull-dressed bureaucrats all racing from one door to another. Through tiny pigeon holes flooded lines of drones zipping and whizzing over people’s heads and disappearing into other gaps. Even the walls came to life as projections plastered pre-recorded announcements by the Stadtholder overhead to his legions of public servants.
The entire place became a sea of suits, trilby hats and suitcases. Some people shouted into their phones as others busily conversed with each other. Nobody was idle and nobody so much as batted an eyelid at their Vaplanan guests. In less than five minutes, however, the square abruptly dissipated once more into silence. The only evidence of what had just transpired being some takeaway coffee cups and rogue sheets of paper lying upon the ground.
Beside the Vaplanans, Arcamavir was smiling away,
“...Shall we?”
Finally the team were led through the lobby and up through one of the corridors which took them through to an open hall from which finely-garbed figures entered and exited through lifts skirting the walls. Here, unlike the boring figures of before, the Telirans were extravagant and far more interested in their guests. They muttered among themselves in whispers into each other’s ears. As the team passed, the figures bowed and kowtowed.
“Lobbyists.” Arcamavir informed his peers, “Corporations, unions, charities, unrecognized states, foreign states, you name it, everyone who’s anyone ought to have someone here to speak up for their interests to the assembly members.” He smirked.
At last, after snaking around a small side hall, the group stopped at some stairs.
“Up there…” The Stadtholder pointed beyond the steps, “...Is the speaker’s podium. Let me know when you’re ready to go up and I'll indicate to my people to ready the delegates for your appearance…”
Angus couldn’t help but smile at Arcamavir’s throw-away comment as they entered into the assembly building, it told him all he needed to know about the Stadtholder. He surely had not done all of the work himself to build Natar, that was a fact, but his ego seemed to state otherwise. He was glad in that moment that it was the Executive Assembly he would be addressing, and not Arcamavir himself. But he did not let his less-than-positive first impression hinder his mission, he would remain professional and courteous at all times as expected. He made sure to throw Ezra another look to make sure he was also behaving appropriately then continued following the Stadtholder further into the architectural marvel that was the assembly building.
Traveling from such grandeur to small corridors was certainly a surprise, and not at all what Angus had been expecting from his visit, but upon seeing the flurry of activity as they exited the glass lift he was impressed. He supposed it would be a lot safer underground after all, and they had certainly made sure it was just as inviting deep below as it had been upstairs. The fountain in particular drew Angus’s eye, he found the sound of running water like this calming. Of course, that calming feeling was immediately expelled when the clock struck twelve. Angus couldn’t help but let out a surprised gasp as the swarm of bureaucrats descended upon the square. Ezra chuckled beside him, trying not to take too much glee in the momentary slip in demeanour. But before long the event was over, and peace reigned once again.
“Natar continues to surprise me, Stadtholder. It is a most exhilarating feeling I must say! I look forward to all else you have to offer.” Angus smiled before they were again whisked away, continuing towards their destination.
Angus had just gotten used to not having all eyes on him once again when they came upon the lobbyists. It was exhausting being such a spectacle, but he didn’t have the privilege of privacy anymore. “I see, I suppose the assembly has a busy schedule today. I better not take up too much of their time so everyone can have their moment!” He joked.
“If time permits, I’d like to take a moment.” Angus glanced up the stairs, the knot in his stomach resurfacing momentarily. Ezra knew this was his cue, he took a comb from a pocket and ran it through Angus’s hair, and brushed his suit down for him. Any excuse to get a little closer to comfort him.
“If I can pull an all-nighter to write and still be awake enough now, you can definitely give a damn good speech today.” He murmured encouragement into Angus’s ear. “Go do us all proud.”
“I always try my best, let’s hope that’s enough.” Angus nodded, hoping he looked a lot more confident than he felt.
It was now or never. He was ready.
Arcamavir’s mouth betrayed a smug expression as he watched Angus prepare himself. The moment the envoy was ready, the Stadtholder gave a nod and allowed him to pass towards the great stairs that awaited him. As the diplomat passed, he couldn’t help but, apparently, wish him well,
“Good luck.” He chuckled knowingly of what awaited the man, “...Let’s hope you don’t get lit up like your predecessor speaker…” With that, he backed away.
The trek up the stairs was a daunting and anxiety-inducing one. From above, like a beckoning abyss was nothing but an opening of pitch black. From it came the resonating voice of an announcer calling for order; matched by the orchestra of sensible murmurs. But as Angus emerged to the podium that awaited him, all fell silent. This was the heart of nocturnal Natar.
Here there were no lights beyond the single spotlight reflecting upon Angus’ forehead. But through the ocean of black that surrounded him, the faint silhouettes of thousands of esteemed delegates all watched in silence. This mass of judging figures came from a multitude of contexts, creeds and colours. All with their own gripe, their own predisposition, and their own distrust of the person the figure that awaited before them.
A polite, if short, applause of thumping canes recognized Angus’ ascension, but quickly diminished.
It was time to talk.
It was difficult to decide whether the darkness was a blessing, or a curse. Angus could not physically look into the eyes of his audience, and while it was comforting to not know the exact extent of his audience, it was also unnerving to not be able to read their expressions or witness any reaction. The singular spotlight was useful, he could refer to his notes that way, but it also felt as if he was being interrogated.
Arcamavir’s parting words floated unwelcome in his head. Let’s hope you don’t get lit up like your predecessor speaker… While he did not know of the specifics, he had heard horror stories of the last foreigner who spoke before this assembly. He could only hope now that he would not share her fate. After a deep breath to steady himself he began.
“Representatives of the Associated States of Natar, I thank you for your time. I am Angus Holden, Vaplanan diplomat. I appear before you in this magnificent place of debate to discuss the future of all of our nations. My nation and I sincerely hope that this moment will be the start of something truly spectacular.
“As we are all painfully aware, the blight of war is beginning to spread across Ancerious. Our home. To my Queen’s dismay all efforts to keep the peace have failed, which is of no surprise. No one nation standing alone can hold back the tides of war, no matter how hard they try.
“War brings nothing but suffering for our peoples. Even as neutral nations we will still see hardships stemming from decisions made by those around us. Ancerium shortages are sure to increase as the war drags on, the prices of necessities will skyrocket. We will see an influx of refugees fleeing the destruction of their homes. While it is our duty to provide for those innocent civilians, that does not diminish the impact of their arrival on our planets. The economies of many neutral nations will buckle under the pressures placed upon them from trading difficulties and refugees. This economic and social turmoil will impact us all.
“In addition, Neutral nations are being persuaded, hassled, even forced to pick a side. Even if the calls to arms are not prevalent now they will become so as the conflict drags on. If the negative impact of this war is felt by neutral nations, it is even worse for those involved. To be forced into war is a tragedy, not just morally but economically too. But, it is a tragedy that can be avoided with cooperation.
“Vaplana believes that if neutral nations stand together, united, we will all be protected from warring nations dragging us into conflict. In doing so we would protect our people and our economies from destruction. We would be free to trade with whomever we wished, whatever side they hail from. We would be able to maintain our sovereignty by not allowing foreign powers to force our hands.
“Representatives, Vaplana invites you all to join us in solidarity against this war. To protect the many neutral nations still remaining in Ancerious from undue harassment. We implore you to aid us in protecting free trade across the galaxy. The decision is, of course, yours to make. I sincerely thank you again for your time and consideration, and hope that this moment is the beginning of a friendly relationship between all our great nations.”
At first, the speech went uncontested. The deep ocean of shadow, speckled with the silhouettes of watching faces, stayed quiet. Beyond a quiet mumble, it looked like, at first, the assembly was in support of the Vaplanans. There was no outcry, no heckling, no jeering nor protestation. Atleast none initially.
But at the mention of Vaplana’s effort to dissuade the different factions from the course of war, things changed. A single light, a pale blue lamplight, switched on from the black. The light glared back at Angus with the audible buzz of its bulb in the quiet. Then came another, and another.
The speech continued, the mention of suffering introduced more shining lights from the assembly. Ancerium shortages and price increases brought four more lights on from the dark. The mention of duty or responsibility for foreign citizens erupted a wave of fourteen more lights. Like a conductor in a visual orchestra, every new piece of information that came out of Angus’ mouth seemed to trigger more lights from more benches to blink.
‘This economic turmoil will impact us all’ Three more lights.
‘Even if the calls to arms are not prevalent now they will become so.’ Another two lights switched on.
‘Vaplana believes that if neutral nations stand together.’ Six lights flicked on.
One by one, the benches amid the dark were illuminated by the beams of light after light. With each bulb switching on, the ominous, ghostly face of another Teliran statesperson joined the image infront of the Vaplanan speaker.
By the time Angus had finished, nearly every single table in the room was ablaze with light. So much so that the entire hall was now visible. One could now fully see its stratified layout, its hundreds of tables and its thousands of occupants. The assembly couldn’t wait for Angus to even conclude his final sentence before a dozen men and women to their feet to respond.
“Is the speaker aware that Natar had petitioned to mediate-” One called out before quickly being interrupted before they could finish their point.
“-Is Mister Holden not aware of the Association Constitution? It clearly enshrines galactic neutrality already!” Another yelled as a speaker for an aristocratic-looking lady took to his feet to add,
“...Is Vaplana proposing an alliance?!” To which another man screamed, “NO!”, in rejection.
“Where is the Vaplanan military?! Mister Holden?!” A voice questioned as another cried out,
“The Vaplanans would have us protect their peace while they fund nothing in their own deterrence! They wouldn’t even PAY us!”
“Teliran taxpayers, funding foreign security? Never!” A strained voice screeched over the cacophony. Dozens upon dozens of people were now stood from their chairs and busily squabbling. It looked less like an assembly now and more like a stock market floor as representatives pushed at each other and waved out to Angus for their queries to be answered. The paparazzi outside had been more tame and organized in their questioning than this.
“Is Vaplana not a client of the Union of Worlds?! Why do they turn to us for defence?” A man interrogated above the din as another responded,
“The Union of Worlds?! THE UNION OF WORLDS?!” The portly figure raged and bashed his fist upon his table, “Our countries are being taken for fools!”
“Vaplana needs to become a protectorate for our aid!” A lady shouted out.
“Vaplana needs to get its own defence in order before it speaks to us as an equal part-”
As the crowd chattered, several Telirans dressed in communistic attire seemed to simply get up and march out of the room either in defiance or defeat, it was unclear which. Some benches, with figures uniformed in military apparel looked less like they were asking questions to Angus, they were pointing with scrunched up faces of rage, and more like they were just insulting him now. Whatever they were all saying, it was too loud to breach the collective incoherence of the rabble.
It took over a quarter of an hour before things seemed to cool down, and when they did, a tapping seemed to ring out. At first it was like a drop in a pool during a storm. But as things quietened, it became louder, and more distinct. Finally, it seemed like every man and woman in the room had caught onto the persistent tapping of a cane coming from the front benches.
The source was an old Teliran man, dressed in fine garb, but no regalia. The wrinkles on his face told of over a century of experience. As he rose from his seat, two aides came forth to support his frame until he had comfortably placed himself against his stick. With a polite cough now in the silent chamber, the man looked from side to side,
“...What exactly is it that Vaplana proposes… Mr. Halden…? A treaty…?”
Angus had initially felt hopeful that he would escape unscathed, his speech seemed to be going down well. The first few lights that appeared in the darkness had been expected, in fact he would have been more concerned if none had appeared. But then they started showing up with increasing frequency, it was beginning to get a little overwhelming suddenly seeing so many angry faces staring at him upon his podium. But he couldn’t stop now, he was mid-flow. He had to see this to the end.
He had barely taken a breath at the end of his speech when the questions began. It was like a tidal wave, unstoppable and overwhelming. He tried to answer each, but he was barely into a sentence before the next blow came.
“Well- I am aware- It is known that Vaplana is- Look, this isn’t about defence at all… We are not a client of…” Eventually, Angus just gave up, resigned to taking mental notes of each question so he could answer them in turn when the assembly calmed down. Although, the eagle-eyed in the crowd could notice a slight glaze in his eyes, it was all just so overwhelming that Angus was quickly losing focus. All he could do was grip the podium tight and hang in there.
Angus finally noticed the tapping when the hall quietened down a little, it’s consistent rhythm brought back his alertness and before long he was focused solely on the understated teliran. The man’s question hung in the air for a moment while Angus breathed a sigh of relief. This man must have sway here, and he had saved him knowingly or otherwise. Still, he was grateful.
“Yes. Vaplana believes a well-negotiated treaty will lay a strong foundation for future interaction, not just between us but also among other neutrals. What say you, esteemed representative?”
The wrinkled, boney old aristocratic figure surveyed the glowing faces of his peers. With a steely gaze he returned his look to Angus.
“Mr. Holden… I say that the Associated States are already a confederation, an alliance even, under collective neutrality…” Many members called out in support and agreement to the observation.
“...What is it you seek to form here today, exactly? Why should the Kingdom of Vaplana not simply apply for Association membership if it seeks mutual security among our free and equal nations…?”
All eyes turned to Angus.
Angus couldn’t help but smile, he knew where this line of questioning would lead and he had strict orders to not fall for anything of the sort.
“While Vaplana is honoured at your invitation, I came here seeking something much less restrictive. I believe a treaty that is less binding and also allows room for other interested parties to join would be much more beneficial to both sides. Would you all not prefer to take our blossoming diplomatic relationship a lot slower, maybe get to know each other better before binding us together so tightly?”
“On the contrary, sir.” The Teliran retorted in stalwart intonation, “Obliging ourselves to defend or assist a foreign nation without restrictions upon how that nation behaves is a risk, and we do not appreciate risk.”
The man shifted; turning to the rest of the audience, “What is there to guarantee that Vaplana or a theoretical partner would not drag such a group headlong into the catastrophe of war? What guarantee can you give that this will deplete danger; not exacerbate it?”
Angus had stared all of this feeling incredibly anxious. But now, in the depths of such fierce debate it was becoming clear the merits he held that earnt him his reputation as a good diplomat. He was not going to give up on this opportunity, in fact now the challenge was staring him down head on he almost relished the adrenaline rush it brought. With that, he nodded at the Teliran's comments.
"That is a fine point, and an understandable position Sir. It was not my intention to suggest such an arrangement. It is clear that defensive arrangements are off the table so to speak, Vaplana and I respect that position. We do not wish to force such an issue upon anyone, and I apologise if my choice of words has given that impression."
"And I do understand your reservations about being dragged into the war. Vaplana very much feels the same. However, I believe that working collaboratively in good faith, strengthening relationships, and spreading that positivity amongst other nations will keep nations from falling into the honey trap that such an ideologically fuelled war is always portrayed as. There is indeed always a risk that making friends could lead to unavoidable conflict, but don't all decisions and choices come with some level of risk? Such a risk can always be mitigated with foresight, which you are clearly in possession of. Therefore, given the circumstances, I believe coming to a friendly agreement of some kind is worth any potential risk."
While Angus’ assurance of a non-defensive arrangement was met by a welcoming, un-protested silence, it was equally received by a flourish of suspicious squints and stares from the orchestra of politicians and strategists that watched him. The elder-statesman was quiet for a while, but he did not seem all that enraptured by the diplomat’s words of hope and goodwill.
“Our planet has learnt to put little trust in the words ‘good faith’, nor ‘friends’, for we have learnt that no such things exist among the politics of Great Nations. When I led our people into the space-age, as the first leader of the ASN to make contact with aliens, I believed in such things…” He paused, “...Then we were ambushed, exploited, betrayed. Not only by those that attacked us, but also by those that came to our rescue. Those that we called allies: The Union of Worlds, took it as an opportunity to manipulate our politics in a direction favorable to them.”
He turned to his comrades; his back to Angus,
“Have we not learnt from the lessons of the past…? I have!” He silenced. The former-administrator of Natar turned back to the pedestal before him, “...But I do not believe you, nor your nation, to be deceiving in your words, sir. I fear you are something far more dangerous… Naive!” He exclaimed with a slight bit of humour, to which many gave a sensible hubbub of accompanying chuckles.
As his smile faded away again, the Teliran sighed, “...I believe there is promise in a brotherhood of our nations… But there will be much work to be done to see that it is a working association…”
His voice abruptly began to boom as he transitioned into the voice he had clearly once used in his glory days, as a statesman of old.
“Vaplana is a disarmed, vulnerable nation. If we are to associate in a brotherhood of nations in arms, then we need trade patrols, defensive garrisons, governmental watchdogs and supervisory commissions: Insurances that Vaplana will not be a weakness in the chainmail. Natar must be owed the respect and authority due to a nation that will spearhead this league’s defensive and economic potency. If your nation is willing to defer to us as the senior partner in such a league, as a tutor and mentor nation amid this torrent of war and vultures, then I believe there is reason for the ASN to consider a pact of good spirit and kinship. I would personally advocate for such an effort, so that your nation might be exempt from the same attacks that we once endured.”
Finally, a compromise... Angus could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. He knew that this deal was just as risky for Vaplana, especially considering the demands put on the table. But... politicians back home could work with this, he was sure.
"Some of those compromises will certainly go down easier than others back home. But... I believe this is a good starting point to begin the process. The negotiations in solidifying such an agreement will certainly have to be delicate to meet the needs of both of our nations. As long as concessions do not egregiously breach Vaplana's cultural values, I foresee no substantial problem arising. I hope this is the beginning of a bright and inspiring partnership."
There was a tangible break in the tension within the chamber once Angus opened up the possibility of concessions and preeminence to the ASN. A renewed chorus of murmurs and discussion broke out. The chatter was silenced by the elder who, with a respectful nod, replied,
“Your humility, sir, does your people justice.” He smiled. By figuratively bowing to the ASN government as a paternal force to his own, Angus had won over the assembly, “...I believe you understand us, emissary… I wish your government, and ours, the best of luck in putting this league’s mandate onto paper… I am sure we would all be happily supportive of the initiative, should our proper oversight be permitted.”
With that, the ex-administrator began to tap his cane upon the floor in applause; stirring the rest of the chamber to do the same. Pretty soon the whole assembly had taken to stamping their shoes upon the ground and their fists upon their tables.
Being given the cue by an aide to make his departure, Angus was met by the wild, grinning face of Stadtholder Arcamavir outside the chamber once the diplomat had descended the stairs.
“Well done, my friend!” He boomed; giving a rough slap to the Vaplanan’s arm, “I don’t recall a single time a foreigner has been met with such a friendly reception! You’ve made history… If you would believe it.” The Teliran chuckled, adding, “...Although they’re usually a lot less coordinated amongst themselves…” He chuckled, “...Strange.”
The Stadtholder trailed off into his thought before returning quickly back to his senses,
“A- Well- No matter! Congratulations, Mr. Ambassador… Do you really believe you could convince your government to take such authority from the ASN…?” Arcamavir inquired.
Angus stood before the Assembly, taking in this historic moment. The booming racket of applause rung in his ears and seemed to penetrate into his chest, an electric pulse making his fingers tingle. He was sure if he could see himself he would see a man with a ridiculously large grin on his face hiding exhaustion and relief in his eyes. He did not care how he looked, however. He just made history, and secured a place for Vaplana amoung the elite of the galaxy. It may be a small place, restricted by those with more leverage than they, but it was a place at the table nonetheless. Everyone had to start somewhere, after all.
He noticed his cue and bowed before the Assembly before making his exit, never forgetting his courtesies.
"Thank you, Stadtholder. I do admit, I was expecting much more bickering but I will certainly not complain!" Angus chuckled, trying not to let his giddy joy overtake him too much in front of Arcamavir. The slap stung a little, Angus thought better than to give his arm a soothing rub though. He was still being judged after all, just not by the Assembly any more.
"I am sure that my government will humbly accept advice given under such an agreement. There will be compromise, that I am sure, but contrary to common speculation we are well aware of our delicate position in the Galaxy, Stadtholder. My question to you is do you see this blossoming relationship bringing peace and stability to our nations and the wider galaxy?"
“Mm…” Saljir responded. It appeared the man was getting increasingly paranoid in his own thoughts regarding the assembly’s strange lack of discord. He was quickly broken from his own spell as he returned his attention to Angus,
“O- Oh! Yes- Yes… Peace and stability, yes… But more importantly there’ll be more money to be made through this deal, no?! You and I could get very rich with the foreknowledge of such trade opportunities between our countries!” He chuckled boisterously with a devilish smile,
“Should you get this deal through, I’m sure I could secure a premier condo here in the capital just for you, emissary… Talcit is quite the hub for pleasure and fun!” He smiled, “Once two Human women were sent to my quarters on the request of-”
The Stadtholder trailed off with a handwave, “-Whatever the case… This deal may serve to anchor the anti-war powers away from the conflict… And in doing so help to make many more friends for both our civilization’s on the galactic stage.”
"I suppose it is fair to see it all that way, while pure profit is not my priority..." Angus hummed, deep in thought. It seemed more was going on here than he originally had thought, the Stadtholder was clearly not as in control as he would like. He would very much relish the opportunity to dig deeper into the mystery, but his duty had to come first. He was interrupted by his party approaching the pair, Ezra slapping Angus on the back in celebration.
"Well, Angus, if you won't take that fancy apartment I certainly will! Think of all the inspiration I could find in Talcit!" Angus shot Ezra a confused look, knowing that above all else Ezra would want to stay with him, but seeing that his partner was looking far more serious than his tone portrayed he did not openly question Ezra's comment.
"Well, Stadtholder, whatever the future holds for us all I am grateful for the chance to speak before your assembly today. I hope this is the beginning of us seeing each other far more often." Angus didn't really mean that, the Stadtholder was not the type he would get along well with, but he would not forsake his courtesies due to personal distaste.
The Stadtholder gave a concerned grin to Ezra,
“Ah- Oh- Uh- A free house to… To… Not the-” He stammered like he was witnessing his money burning for no actual purpose right in front of his eyes, “...Of course! Why not…! Courtesy of the ASN in goodwill to Vaplana…! I’m sure something could be arranged… Maybe…” He seethed through his teeth.
Returning his attention to the Vaplanan functionary, Arcamavir nodded back to Angus, “Oh, i’m sure we will, Mr. Emissary… I’m sure indeed… I think you will be a fine addition to the Bid Club… Quite the privilege to be a part of it, I assure you…” He smirked.
“At any rate I suppose you have to return home with your mission complete now, emissary.” The statesman nodded.
“But next time Vaplana chooses to come to Natar on a diplomatic mission…” His unnerving grin returned, “...Be sure to bring your queen, how I would love to meet her.”