Dumb
The soldiers stand down. One of the destroyers next the cruiser, which you can see through the hangar opening, shoots its tractor beam into the hangar, gently guiding the shuttle out and carrying it quite far away so that if it were a nuke, the defence fleets would be outside its radius.
the Great Bastonian Empocracy (updated)
KrankysFirebrand48
"...do I get some sort of ride after this?..."
Dasha asks lowly as she follows any instruction by the marines, watching her ship floats further and further away.
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Dumb
"No, you will be launched into space and die." says one of the marines jokingly. His mate hits him on the shoulder and corrects him with, "Your ship will be pulled close enough for you to be able to get there in a brief spacewalk. You'll get a suite."
The diplomat from earlier arrives into the hangar. Seeing the large group of marines he gives them the "what in gods name all this?" look and walks up to Dasha.
"I'm sorry about all this, I'll have a talk with the security chief after this. Greetings once again." he stretches out his hand.
KrankysFirebrand48
"No, no. It's fine."
Dasha accepted the hand and did a handshake.
"I am Dasha, owner of the Forge of Babel. I'm here to establish proper connection, and to...eh, perhaps the second objective of mine is more applicable to be explained later on."
Dumb
"Very well. May I lead you to the briefing room? It stinks of fuel and burnt metal in here."
KrankysFirebrand48
"Sure, please do lead the way."
Dasha replied politely, and as the diplomat turns around, she turns her head and winks at the marine who made the joke, before turning back and follow the diplomat.
Dumb
The marines mate bumped him on the shoulder, encouragingly this time. "Not often you see that in service, eh?"
The diplomat takes her out of the hangar and walks towards the centre of the ship. They then arrive to a lift, which takes them to the neck of the ship. They walk through another corridor and finally arrive at a moderately sized room with a 8 seated table and a large screen.
"Take a seat."
KrankysFirebrand48
Dasha comply and sits down gently, the suitcase stops right within arms reach beside her.
Dumb
The diplomat sits down diagonally from her where the oval table starts curving.
KrankysFirebrand48
"So...um...how should we start?"
Dumb
He pulled out a holoscreen frame and activated it, then clicked a few buttons.
"Well you may present yourself and the Forge of Babel. First contact enjoys a lot of details so make sure to include as much as possible and I'll ask you some questions afterwards."
KrankysFirebrand48
"hmm..."
Dasha thinks hard about what to be included, but eventually given up, along with a illusionary "pop" sound.
"We are the Forge of Babel, like our namesake, it is the product of mortals like you and your faction, to prove that we can rival entities even without divine bestowments. Being a forge, we provide service to everyone who can afford the price, and who bring the adequate material......any question so far?"
Dumb
He looked at her intrigued. "Mortals? So you are an entity?"
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KrankysFirebrand48
"Well...sorta."
Dasha pulls out a small knife from the suitcase, a standard, stainless steel commonly used for cutting up food. She casually puts the edge on the other palm, and pull it out swiftly before stashing it away. As she open her palm, not even a mark remains, let alone any injuries.
"I don't even know where the limit of this physical resistance goes, but judging from research of one of our partner, there are some weak spots to this...which I prefer not to disclose."
Dasha smile slightly before continuing.
"Don't get me wrong, I was, at least once, a normal mortal as well, came from a certain faction named the XA Empire...do you know that faction by any chance?"
Dumb
He searched something up on his holopad. "Yes, it does appear that the XA empire appears in our databanks."
KrankysFirebrand48
"Mmm..."
Dasha's face brightens up, but immediately darkens as if she remember something unpleasant...
"Ahem...anyway, any more question? or perhaps it's your turn for introductions?"
Dumb
"Ah of course," he appears to be a little excited to get to explain it. "The GBE is a social democracy that prioritizes the people of the galaxy over all else. Our goal is to make sure every individual gets their sentient rights. This may require military force, however we do realize the horrors of war and strive to avoid it if not absolutely necessary. Our nation uses a welfare state to ensure prosperity for every citizen and giving them their universal rights to water, food, housing, education, healthcare and economical wellbeing. We base our nations central purpose on the will of the war hero Lokion and the constitution that was written in the creation of our modern government. We believe empathy is the greatest quality of life and the helping of others is the only thing that matters in this universe, apart from our individual religions. We believe in international co-operation and the equal rights of all sentient species, though the attacks of the deltas left us traumatized and paranoid, hence the annoying procedures you had to endure." he seems satisfied with his explanation and relaxes his shoulders.
KrankysFirebrand48
"..."
Dasha seems to be a bit lost in the fabulous speech.
"I...hmm...and how about you as yourself?"
Dumb
"Ah. I am Ontaria. I was assigned as a diplomat onboard the HMS Lancaster by the ministry of foreign relations to represent the interests of our nation. However, I might not be authorized to sign certain contracts. I'd like to know why you requested to speak with me in order to determine this. I wouldn't want a long conversation just to transfer you."
KrankysFirebrand48
"Ahh..."
Dasha takes a brief moment to organize her speech.
"My trip here is mainly to find someone who I can...deposit a certain gift for my successors in the future. Preferably someone who is high in position so when the time comes, the gift can be easier to trace and finish the progress...... Is there any candidate that you can think of?"