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Post by Drakorphobia on Jan 15, 2016 20:29:45 GMT
Ragg bowed to Fuiall in respect. They had accepted the axe, and by Drathian tradition, were now to be considered friends of the Drathian people. "Thank you, sir. I will take heed of your suggestion." He said, soon after striding over to the elevator shaft. The foreign numbers on the dashboard confused Ragg for a few moments. Eventually, though, he managed to discern what meant what. He began towards the Halls.
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Jan 15, 2016 20:49:30 GMT
Ragg would soon be in the halls of the ship, where the sleeping and eating quarters are located. Coming upon what could only be described as the canteen, he'd see two figures here; One is a male Trifexian, with a deep blue hue to his skin. He's wearing white armless robes that showed off a number of yellow glowing lines and circles along his arms, and he is currently cutting up some kind of alien food thing with a jade knife. And boy was he chopping fast, faster than one might expect.
The other Trifexian is female, and is wearing some form of light metal chestplate, coloured bright yellow, with black robes underneath. She is of a red skin tone, and has three tails of floor length hair extending from the tip of her head. A small, carved rock with a number of robotic parts protruding from it, hovers behind her, staring through its one lens at something.
The rock notices Ragg first, beeping to get the attention of the Trifexians, who turn to look at him. The chef then speaks up with a chortle:
Oh hoh hoh, one of the visitors! I am glad to see you down in my realm of the halls! I am Officer Saen, chef of the 31st, and this here is Dralli, senior technician. She cannot speak this language of yours, so forgive her.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Jan 15, 2016 22:38:47 GMT
Ragg smiled softly, shaking each of the their hands. "That is perfectly fine. My Colonial is rather poor as well, I speak my regular language, High Drathian. That is why I don't like being a diplomat. I can not be angry that your friend doesn't know it either." As Ragg spoke, his eyes noticably tended to shift towards Dralli. He managed though, to return his gaze to Saen. "I was told tha-.." His holocommunicator went off, and he looked at a message that popped up. His brow furrowed in concern, but he said nothing. Rather, Ragg closed the communicator and looked to Saen again. "Ah, sorry about that, message from my superior. Anyway, I was told that you wanted to know about my people? Particularly their cuisine?" Said he with a smile.
The floating rock, which was riddled with metallic and mechanic parts, clearly caught Ragg's attention, perhaps moreso than Dralli originally did. "What is that?" He asked with almost childlike curiousity, pointing at the drone looking object.
Outside of the Torchbearer, two out of the three Drathian Murderer Class ships stopped following the Trifexians. Instead, they lagged behind, turning away. The vessels spooled up their FTL drives, and within a few moments, tore open wormholes just large enough for them to pass through. After the ship's passage, the wormholes closed, almost as if they had never existed.
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Jan 15, 2016 23:59:49 GMT
Dralli spoke up in Trifexian, Saen translating for her.
"She says that's a technical drone,built to help her handle tough repairs. There are thousands of different drone types planetside, so get used to seeing moving rocks. Anyways, I certainly want to know all about what kinds of food your people eat. The chefsbof Nyrial are always looking to craft the perfect menu, and as I'm the first to speak to an outsider race, I gotta get at least some idea for alien foods for the rest of us."
The drone hovered over to Ragg, scanning him before emitting the words "Anomaly Recorded" in Trifexian.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Jan 16, 2016 6:20:56 GMT
"I doubt you have the ingredients to make such meals here. But I'm sure that once trade begins between our two nations, you'll be sure to find some Drathian dishes in your kitchen." Ragg smiled brightly, looking at the rock with brimming curiosity. "What's it saying?"
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Jan 16, 2016 9:50:15 GMT
"Of course, of course, I don't expect you to hand over some food right away. I just wanted to hear about some of your cuisine. Findol out if you eat meats and if so what kind, things like that."
After scanning Ragg, Dralli calls back the drone with a stern word.
"Ah, yes. The drone strikes here hasn't a clue what you are, so it has to scan you as a safety measure."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2016 15:12:26 GMT
Kommodore Canaris took the ornate sword from the hands of the Trifexian Captain Fuiall, thanking him for it. The practice of giving gift to declare the intention of peace was common among many races throughout the galaxy, and even if the Colonies weren't necessarily practicing it, if you receive a gift, you also had to give a gift, and Canaris knew that. Giving the sword to the human model of his ship, since he needed his hands to be free, the green eyed Colonial officer took off his dagger together with its sheathe. Unsheathing it, he showed it to the Trifexian Captain. It was almost a piece of art, a longer dagger made from the black metal known as Varanium, the only metal that could harm Invaders, and one of the most resistant and light metals known by Mankind. The dagger itself was decorated with golden models, and had "Für Freiheit!"(For Freedom! in Colonial Standard), written on it. Putting it back in its sheathe, the Colonial gave it to the Trifexian.
"We are happy that your people want peace, Captain Fuiall.", Canaris said in Colonial Standard."As the representative of the Colonies, I will ensure you that the Federated Colonies want the same."
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Jan 16, 2016 16:17:24 GMT
"I am glad to hear this, I think we are going to have an alliance to last the ages." He did of course speak through his translator, taking the weapon and bowing before speaking again.
"Now that formalities are over, please, feel free to explore my ship, or ask any questions you may have.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Jan 17, 2016 2:55:32 GMT
"Ah, I see." Said Ragg with a bow. The fact that the robotic drone was embedded within stone sparked his attention. It really was something unique that he had never thought of before. Organic weaponry was one thing, but using even non-living pieces of the environment to further technology was a concept that the Drathians had not thought of to explore. "I can talk to you for years about food." Ragg chuckled. "What can I say? I love to eat! We have Lumina Bulbs, which are luminescent pods that grow on the ends of large stalks. We use them for lighting, but they're also edible. Very good fried or baked, especially with some salt. He looked from side to side, before leaning in with a whisper. "The downside is that they make your excrement glow yellow."
He pulled away, rubbing his chin in thought. "We also eat Jortmunt meat. They're large feathered reptiles that stand on two legs. After some study, we found that a prehistoric beast on Earth closely resembled them." Ragg furled his brow, snapping his fingers as he tried to produce a name. "Oh! Utahraptor! Yes, the Jortmunt resembles the human Utahraptor. They're used as mounts occasionally, but now that we have vehicles, it's not as often a sight."
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Jan 17, 2016 3:05:16 GMT
Interesting, most interesting... Ah, I've an idea! Allow me to prepare you some of our own food! I'm sure you will love it! Positively so!
Saer began frantically preparing to serve Ragg, and whilst he was doing that, Dralli had her drone make a recording of the event, she herself choosing to head off to the engine room for maintenance. She waved farewell to the pair, before leaving.
Ah, pity Dralli did not choose to stay. An interesting case she is, quite in love with her drones. You should see her home back on Nyrial, full of robotics it is. Quite incredible, though we're thankful for it. She has designed 3 of our most widely used drone designs, including this little fellow hovering by us.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Jan 19, 2016 1:37:57 GMT
"We've never had much use for drones." Said Ragg whilst he stared at the construct in wonder. "But I can see why they'd be important. Which models exactly did Dralli design? She seems young to have influenced your civilization in such a huge way." He reached out to the drone, attempting to place his hand on the stone surface. "Then again, our Fylkja is hardly in her twenties, and she's already managed to unify our warring tribes."
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Jan 19, 2016 10:34:06 GMT
"Ah, well she designed the current model of repair drones, innovative machines those are. Perfect cubes that unfold into working form,a true marvel. She also designed the Guardian drones that defend many towns and settlements,utilizing similar folding technology. Unfortunately, the third model is classified information, so I can't tell you about it. Still, Dralli's a master of the craft for one of only 45. A pity that she doesn't seem interested in continuing her bloodline, spends all day tinkering."
Saen turned back to Ragg,offering him a plate of some kind of fried crustacean scattered with spice and small fried vines.
"Here, have a try of this. Fried Yungwa with Xei Vines, topped with a bit of spice.
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Post by Drakorphobia on Jan 19, 2016 20:09:06 GMT
Ragg shrugged. "To some, the passion in what they do is more important than finding love from someone. I don't blame her, I personally wouldn't give up my position in the military even if it meant continuing my own bloodline." He watched as Saen offered him an alien crustacean topped with some strange new vines and spice. He wasn't much for seafood, but perhaps crustacean from a different planet would taste better than that he had on Ravnia.
Graciously taking the platter with a nod of his head, Ragg snapped a leg off of the Yungwa and began to suck the meat out of it. He winced, no, it seems that the fishy taste of crustacean meat is universal. Still, the spice and vines made it a bit easier to keep down. "It's very good, Saen, thank you." Ragg managed as he took another leg off for its flesh. In the back of his head, he was beginning to wonder how long it would be until the Trifexians were ready for the meeting. He had a crew to return to.
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Post by Cybernekit the Space Deity on Jan 20, 2016 9:01:03 GMT
It was a little longer before they reached the Trifexian fleet, their flagship, the Wrath, looking grand and powerful. Truly, it was the pride of their nation, and it released some of its fighters temporarily to allow the 31st to land in the hangar. Upon doing so, the two diplomatic envoys would be escorted onto the Wrath, the 31st leaving to allow the Eldari to join them. Once all were gathered, a contingency of guards led the group up to the war room, where the high council and all but 3 of their commanders awaited them. Each members of the war room offered a salute, a hand extended a little forward, palm down, to the envoys, each group given a place to stand.
Amongst the many tall Trifexians was a much shorter individual, with a faint jade skin tone, and long black hair covering her head like hair on a human head. It was tied back into a high knot, leaving a long tail of hair to dangle down. Unarmed, she wore an elaborate robe in a myriad of deep colours, along with a thin jade circlet that has a small grey gem in the centre of it. She looked out of place amongst her comrades, and largely stayed quiet.
She was flanked by her two Advisors, Erisa and Vron. Erisa was a blue skinned Trifexian, wearing a lightly armoured vest and hakama-style pants, and carrying a long dagger at her side. She looked serious, and was outfitted with more of those strange glowing lines and circles on her skin, hers a bright teal colour. Vron was a strange, grey skinned individual, with the same style of pants as Erisa and nothing else, showing off his white glowing line covered torso and his two forearms, both made of stone and reinforced with a metal trim, strangely enough. Whilst Erisa was serious, Vron merely had a friendly smile on his face the whole time.
First to speak was the Great General, Shieharo. Huge and menacing, a length of hair pinned through a skull dangled from the back of his head, and he was outfitted with a dark red robe mounted with several light armour pieces. He towered over those around him, and his red skin was laced with glowing white lines and circles. By his side was a long, thin sabre, with a razor edge.
"It is good to meet you all, welcome to the Wrath of Sueil, pride of the Trifexian military! We do apologise for having you wait, with so many of you we couldn't help but come out to meet you ourselves." |
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Post by Drakorphobia on Jan 22, 2016 22:20:02 GMT
Captain Ragg observed the council curiously, falling to one knee and pressing a closed fist infront of his heart. The Drathian was, of course, extremely nervous. He, a lowly ship captain, was to be in charge of making negotiations with an entire other nation. What he said would determine if the Drathian Fylkirate and the Trifexian Empire would start their relationship as friends, or as enemies. It was a lot of pressure for one man, one man with little to no experience in diplomacy.
"Your ship truly is a marvel to behold. Its size is impressive, even for our people. I applaud your engineers." Ragg offered a soft smile. "I also do not blame you for being a tad late. I would imagine that an event as historical as this for your people would require some sort of preperation." He slowly stood, nervously shifting one foot to the other. "The Drathian peoples come to you with an offer. My leaders have decided that in times of war such as this, it is imperative that each nation be able to defend itself accordingly. Faster than light travel is a large part of this. So, we have come to the conclusion that we will grant you the secrets of FTL travel in exchange for a military and diplomatic alliance between our two nations."
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