RP Introducing Trifexians [IC - Free]

When the Drathians board the 31st, they are greeted by two Trifexians in jade voloured metal armour, carrying a matching shortspear each. They escort the group to the bridge, where Fuiall is sending the following message to the Colonial ship:



After sending the message, Fuiall turns to face the Drathians. He's a tall, lean and intimidating specimen, with firey red skin and a piercing stare. He wears grey, sleeveless robes with a metal neckbrace that held up a set of shoulderplates, also doubling as a frame for a holographic HUD that covered one eye for now. A pair of large pistol-like firearms sat at his hips in metal holsters, one of his hands sat upon one casually.

Ordering the two guards back to the hatch, Fuiall offered a bow of greetings to the Drathians, before speaking to one of his crew in the native Trifexian language. The crewmate then addressed the Drathian in rough Colonial:

"You will have to forgive us, this language of yours is something that we are still learning. Not all of us know how to speak it. We bid you welcome to our ship, I am Captain Fuiall of the Trifexian Military. Our entire planet is listening, waiting to hear the word 'peace' from me and you. But that can wait. We have another envoy to join us on the bridge, so I hope you don't mind waiting for a moment."

The Eldari message interrupted the current delegations momentarily, although Fuiall ordered a reply to be sent back to bring them aboard, said message reading as follows:

This is Logistics Officer Gael of the 31st Torchbearer Unit. You have been given permission to send a diplomatic envoy onto our ship. A security detail will guide you to the bridge once you enter the boarding hatch.

After the message from the Trifexians was received, a small Colonial transport ship, a Lindworm MK4. The transport ship quickly took the Colonial delegation to the Trifexian ship, without any problems. It was a short flight after all. Having already scanned the Trifexian ship, the Colonials knew that the atmosphere on board of it was breathable, so at least, the negotiations weren't going to be made through suits.

Once on board the Trifexian ship, the Colonial delegation was probably taken to the where the Drathian delegation and the Trifexians were. The Colonial delegation was rather small, being made out of only six people. The leader of the delegation was a young officer. Anyone with knowledge of the Colonial ranking system would have realized that he was a Kommodore in the Colonial Fleet. A quite decorated one, with decorations like the Iron Cross, Second Class, the War Cross, First Class, and the Order of the Heroes of the Federated Colonies, Third Class, despite his seemingly young age. Well, in this deadly war, there were many occasions where an officer could earn decorations.

The officer was wearing the usual dark blue Colonial uniform, with the red outlines, showing that he was a part of the Colonial Fleet.  He was also wearing the dark blue Colonial cape. Everything about his uniform was arranged in the most exemplary way, in complete accordance with the Military Index of the Colonial Fleet. It could even be considered that his uniform was shining. Even the red armband, with the black eagle, the iron cross, and the twelve stars, the emblem of the Colonial Fleet, was positioned in accordance with the regulations. His hair was black, and had a medium length. It could be considered quite neat, but also a little messy, the only thing messy about him. His green eyes were just a little bit too bright, showing that he was probably not a normal human, but a Genome user.  He was wearing a sheathe with a sword on the left side on his hip, and a pistol on the right side. Next to the officer was a young girl, with a white grayish hair, and golden eyes, most probably the human model of the Colonial Military Ship Admiral Graf Spee, considering her red armband that instead of the emblem, had the letters Z.B.V. ( Zur Besonderer Verwendung- For Special Deployment). The other four, were clearly Colonial Star Guards, in their grayish Battle Armor Suits.

"Greetings. My name is August Canaris, Kommodore in the Fleet of the Federated Colonies, and Captain of the Colonial Military Ship Admiral Graf Spee. Next to me is the Model of the Admiral Graf Spee, and a small group of Star Guards from on board the ship.", the green eyed Colonial officer started to speak, choosing to speak in Hochkolonial, the high form of the Colonial Standard, since probably any kind of a dialect would have confused the Trifexians. "I would like to apologize if this seems sudden, but as we have said, the Federated Colonies are at war with the race known as the Invaders, and we wanted to make sure that you weren't one of their ships."

"Headquarters, huh? Must be a big deal then." Said Ragg a bit nervously. He was a ship captain, not a diplomat. He wasn't prepared for any sort of diplomatic exchange. At the most, all he knew how to do was command his crew and fly a ship. At least he could do that much right. His various medals won in the Keltaken invasion of Goblonius, among them the Drathian Triskelion, displayed that Ragg was no mere green recuit. He was indeed a seasoned veteran. "One moment, please." He said with a sharp toothed grin as he walked over a few steps and produced his holocommunicator. Hunched over the device, he pressed the bright blue button on the front and waited until the flickering blue figure of his CO, Grand Admiral Zavak 'Iron-Fist' appeared.

"Captain? I'm currently in a meeting right now. What is it?" Asked the leader of the Drathian navy.

"Sir, we have made contact with a slower than light, Colonial speaking people known as the Trifexians. They have invited us to take part in a diplomatic exchange on one of their ships. Thing is, I have no diplomats on board, what do I do?" Asked Ragg, clearly distressed about the situation. Zavak only let out a dry chuckle.

"Just go ahead and do you best, captain. Try and make sure that these Trifexians remain friendly to us. If you wish, you may offer them our FTL technology. Just be certain that you do not give them military secrets. The last thing I want is to be fighting against corrosive weaponry. Zavak out." As the image of the Grand Admiral dissipated, Ragg turned back to his hosts with a nervous smile.

"Lead the way, my friends."

Captain Fuiall then escorted the two parties to the CCC, his translator and a second logistics officer tailing him, speaking to a guard in his native tongue who then headed away elsewhere. The lackof guards following him suggested that he did at least trust the two groups to not shoot him all of a sudden.

The CCC was a large stone table situated in a semi-circular room, built into which was a complex system of machinery which could display a great deal of information and images via holograms. It was typically used to display the layout of a mission site or nearby surroundings, although right now it was being used to mark where each party should stand for now. Fuiall stood at the centre of the table, flanked by his two crewmates, one of which was managing a message link to the Wrath and another to ground HQ, whereas the other was translating and monitoring any messages from the Eldari.

Here we are, a far beter place for us. I shall not take up much of your time here, as we have about half a day until we reach the Wrath. Once the Eldari arrive and we are all accounted for, I will allow you all to explore our ship, speak to my crew and allow us to become more familiar with one another.

At this point, the guard sent away earlier returned, carrying two sheathed shortswords. He handed these to Fuiall before leaving with a bow.

Ah, here we are. I present these weapons to you both as gifts of peace, from my personal armoury. You will find them to be excellent blades, though grace and care are needed to wield them efficiently.

Both swords are made of a lightweight jade metal, as are their sheathes, making them exceptionally light and nimble. Both are skillfully crafted. Each has a single edge and a thin blade, akin to human sabres, and they flex just enough to allow for efficient cuts to be made without breaking the blade.

With all 3 delegations seemingly fine with the relocation, the Torchbearer began making its way to the intercept point of the Wrath, any ships part of the delegation following it. It would take roughly 18 hours to reach the Wrath at this point.