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"Cutting it close,are we? We've yet to truly begin. Welcome to the Clear Vision. We're delivering an approach vector to your ships,now. Please.refrain from hostilities while in the system; We're aware of your current relationship with the New Hegemony. Something we hope to help smooth over. No one has to die. Unfortunately,the welcome party has already cycled the airlock. We'll have a marine bring you to the party,once you land."
Gently strobing lights appeared before the bridge crews of the Solaric Empire,leading them to the starboard side hangar bay. When the ships landed,just like the other ships before,they were swarmed by deck crews to secure the ships and to examine them for micrometeoroid damage.
Meanwhile,with the other delegates,Zymun tilted his head,and looked at a point slightly to the side of the delegates,as if listening to,or for,something. The moment passed,and he addressed his escortees.
"It would appear that we have a tardy arrival. We will wait here until they join us in a few moments."
Zymun turned to address Ambassador Akio's escorts,and replied,
"I can understand why you think it's magic. In short,we use our psionics for everything. It's a science,to us,such is our deep understanding."
His six eyes twitched upward; A smile,perhaps?
"And it is with these psionics that we might understand you,and you us. While you might see us as advanced,you have tapped fields we never have. Hopefully,we will be able to learn from eachother."
Meanwhile,back in the hangar bay,a single vacuum suited soldier,a marine,saluted the Solaric Empire delegation as they disembarked from their ships.
"I'm sorry for the haste. Come with me,and we can get you with the rest of the delegates."
The marine followed closely behind the Solaric Empire delegates,directing them towards a specific door. Passing through,they enter an airlock. The door seals behind them,and the airlock cycles,opening the door deeper into the ship,revealing the delegations clustered just beyond,with their six-eyed escort,Discipula Zymun.
The marine saluted the party,and addressed the Discipula,
"I turn over the Solaric Empire diplomatic delegation to you,Discipula."
The Discipula nodded,and replied,"
"Thank you,marine. Return to your post."
The marine nodded,turned around smartly,and began to cycle the airlock once it closed behind him.
Zymun addressed the party once more,
"I am aware of the current conflict between the New Hegemony and the Solaric Empire. Please bear in mind that,while you are in this system,you are not to engage in any form of combat. We are here to try and pave the road to peace. With that in mind,let us proceed to the conference room."
And so,Discipula Zymun lead the delegates through the corridors of the USV Clear Vision,pointedly ignoring all members of crew they came across,before coming to a halt in front of a door flanked by two marines,each equipped in a large suit of armour,wielding bidents. They nodded to the Discipula,and opened the door.
The room within had no occupants. However,it was dominated by a single,large table,surrounded by chairs. The room was otherwise bare,bereft of decorations. Zymun gestured within.
"Please,make yourselves comfortable. I will fetch the Arch-Curate."