@Romando07 @Soundbust11 @kola2134
Broadcast towards the whole galaxy, finally, after excruciating months of construction, The Embassy is complete.
Opulent flasks of expensive champagne are broken on the walls of The Senate, a custom mostly known by humans when inauguring ships, though the lizardmen and humans within the planet think not of the true societal meaning behind the action that some may even consider unnecessary and silly, they just feel the happyness to have the opportunity to bring the galaxy together into one place.
Slowly yet steadily, the lights of the planet turn on, shining and illuminating the endless sprawling tunnels underneath its surface. Inertia dampners activate under the soft whir of mechanical devices, as large fusion reactors hidden in secret places produce streams of constant energy, awakening the giant of commerce.
Suddenly from atop the Embassy, a figure emerges, though there was meant to be none. Dawning his characteristic robes, The Ambassador looms over a croud that bursts into ecstasy with his presence. He was not going to miss this big of an event. Hastly, his cooperators come towards him, taking a scenic elevator ride through The Senate. Except one of his disciples, whose psychic prowess allows him to simply float upwards.
Word of cheer are exchanged, and the aura is of unnanimous happyness. He tells his associates that there is no need to fear, and that he will protect The Embassy to the best of his habilities, even if his life be on the line. It is the fruit of his mind, after all. Hands are shaked with Musavians, Humans and Wolf-kin. They are all considered Equal within these grounds.
Thus, their heads swerve towards the sky as the endless defensive grids, stations, sattelites, and other marvels of engineering come into life, fed by the energy of the sun and by carefully shot beams of light, picometrically calculated. They await for the others in the galaxy, so that they too could thrive in the marvel they had built.