Dokkisse
Kotaii remained largely amiable in his presentation, though as time went on its forced nature became more and more apparent. The vaiaelon's ears folded back behind his head, and his tail, previously swishing from side to side lazily from where it drooped off the couch, was now still. He let the Alsanian say her piece, his face flat and businesslike come the end, only responding once prompted.
K: "Heleka... what you propose is nothing less than a betrayal of the Vaiaelon War Pact's most trusted and reliable allies, and I hope you realise the severity of such. Why, such a thing is nigh inconceivable to us, we are an honourable people! It may not be our place to punish such insults, but rest assured that the Bastonians shall be hearing of it..."
He paused then, observing the arachnid to gauge her reactions... before a snicker sneaked out, subsequently shattering his chilling gaze as he erupted into a fit of laughter.
K: "Oh my, you should have seen the look on your face! Please do be calm, I jest! I jest! Ooh deary me, my deepest apologies..."
He took a moment to collect himself again, clearing his throat once he got it out of his system.
K: "I do hope you can forgive me, alas, I needed something to go on the official records... If anyone outside a need to know basis asks, you promptly left after that statement. Off the books, we have had our own doubts about the Bastonians as of late. Granted, they are well intentioned, but they seem too shallow minded in their efforts for galactic equality, often overlooking fundamental facts and whatnot... Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. Suffice to say we are willing to assist you in maintaining sovereignty, however I'd much prefer to know the exact nature of the assistance you request. Any outright engagement with GBE forces is completely out of the question as a preface. We do have a public image to maintain, as I'm sure you understand."
ZendikaroftheWest
Alas, detailed hull analysis was beyond the paygrade of the guards present, most not even speaking galactic standard, let alone reading. The leader who had first demanded the ambassador exit the craft gestures for him to follow, leading him off deeper into the station. As they walk the sheer differences in biology become increasingly apparent to the man, the strange quadrupedal furred mammal diligently marching alongside him. Before long, they arrive in a very open room with two wide couches facing each other, a low set holotable separating them. Another vaiaelon rises from one of the couches, black furred and adorned in diplomatic robes.
Kotaii: "Greetings, my name is Kotaii, Mister...?"
(Yes he's in two places at once, don't look into it.)
