conversations: human
conversations:  Following the mysterious mass reorganization of the galaxy in what has come to be known as the Revolution, Yellow-Coat-Stripes sends an invitation to the powers still trying to find their footing in the new world. There will be a meeting aboard the Syndrome embassy bioship Radiant-Gate. Those who wish to discuss what is to be done about the changed stars should come.
  
  When the time comes, delegates will find their ships escorted by a Syndrome honor guard to the vessel in question in orbit around Heart-Life-Nest. A cordon of ships blocks access to the planet, visible as a shining, blue-green globe coated in a thick layer of white clouds.
  The embassy ship is no opulent meeting place, and to many delegates, its environment will seem quite alien. The twisting passages within the living vessel are warm, humid, and cramped; without artificial gravity. The smells of life and death permeate the entire ship. When they arrive, each group of delegates is provided with a guide, a servile Syndrome male, to help them navigate the ship, and a translation device, a fleshy bundle of neurons which connects to the Simulacrum for the purpose of translating what it hears into the reader's written language, printed on a patch of color-changing skin. They are brought to a large central chamber, spheroidal in shape, which has been configured into a discussion room, with silken straps attached to the walls to serve as anchor points for the delegates, and a central silk cable acting like a podium for Yellow-Coat-Stripes as the Overlady makes an introductory statement.  "Friends, neighbors, acquaintances. In recent months, the galaxy of Axiom has encountered great upheaval, from attacks against and by the Same to this new Revolution of our stars and planets. We are here today to discuss a plan of action, to meet new neighbors and to speak once more with old friends. The floor is open for your suggestions, and if you need anything, feel free to ask the servant who brought you here."  With that, she pushes off and drifts to the group of Syndrome, Krankot, and Alituran diplomats present on the far side of the room from the entrance.
  
   
   Spoiler: Who's here? 
  
  Yellow-Coat-Stripes, Overlady of the Syndrome
  Mech Captain Arxur, of the Krankot
  Vivianna Lychnus, Commandant of Alitur
  Ebon-White-Spots, Shipheart of She-Who-Watches-the-Gate-of-the-Radiant-Sun
   
conversations: bc56:
conversations: human
conversations:  Taurina I, two days after the Revolution
  
  An Ogatvezhiy kneels, his head bowed, his neck on a sharpened chopping block. Above him, a mechanical contraption of steel gears and scything blades buzz menacingly. Observing the execution of the prisoner, a political dissident who had been arrested under suspicion of supporting the Revolution alluded to by Wrath at the Glitterhome Gala, is Aneb Two-Gun, king of Thurtuun. He grunts at the Ogatvezhiy: &lt; Have you any confessions to make? Your life may yet be spared. &gt; The Ogatvezhiy gives a defiant shake of the head, and Aneb pulls the execution lever.
  
  At the Event: Barely having washed the blood of suspected Revolution supporters of his hands, Aneb Two-Gun flies to the Syndrome event to discuss the Revolution, and particularly the Same's incursion into a space adjoining Baryshev. In particular, he bears a stack of files printed with the training methods necessary to train animals in accordance with the War Beasts technology, which he plans to trade to other nations.
conversations: Gaius Hermicus:
conversations: human
conversations:  *Flash*
  
  Sirens go off. Troops mobilize. Ships prepare for take of.
  A voice comes on over a speaker in every Kronin base across the galaxy, its origin being the Obsidian blade Base as Krazkul and Nozdak prepared for the worst. " Code §34. It has begun. Inform all orbiting ships and otherworld stations put them on red alert. Firebird Squadron, surveillance! Redguard Squadron, Defensive positions. Prepare for the defense of home world. .
  After things had settled down and they had assessed the situation Krazkul received an invitation from the syndrome sector. The topic: The Revolution
  
  Krazkul stepped off his ship and greeted his escort. Due to the low gravity he had donned a suit equipped with small jets that was intended to propel someone through space. Just in case that didn't work he had a plan B on his ship. It involved a roll of duct tape, 2 fans, a piece of chewing gum, a proboscis monkey, and a set of car keys. The kronin never looked like fools!!
conversations: Ivor_The_Mad:
conversations: human
conversations:  Let's Bully the Same 
  With the Rothuun.
  
  The Rothuun delegate is approached shortly after arrival by Arxur. The Krankot Mech Captain uses his pincers to pull himself along the walls of the ship to where Aneb Two-Gun is.  "I hear the Same is encroaching on your territory. The Overlady has asked me to coordinate militarily with you on the matter, if you need any assistance."  The giant crab certainly looks the picture of a warrior, with several weapons strapped to his body, and little else in the way of clothing (not that he'd need it with his armored carapace).
  
   A (King) General Overview 
  With the Kronin
  
  The uniformed Syndrome servant at the docking sphincter gives a courteous gesture.  "Right this way, King-General."  He pushes off the wall and leads the Kronin leader to the main chamber. One might get the sense that he's moving more slowly than he could so his charge doesn't get lost in the ship.
  
   OOC: I don't have anything in my immediate thoughts that I want to discuss with you. If you want to speak with me, feel free. 
conversations: bc56:
conversations: human
conversations:  &lt; The Same has attacked the Eye of the Horizon's territory. While they are regarded as a significant threat, we will provide support to the Eye for the moment, rather than rushing in ourselves. Further observation and planning is required before we launch our attack. &gt; Waiting for a moment, Aneb remembers something. &lt; Oh, I'm supposed to give you these in accordance with the Nephret Pact. &gt; He hands a file of War Beast training techniques and a suit of Enhanced Microplating to the Overlady.
conversations: Gaius Hermicus:
conversations: human
conversations:  Balance. Projection. Reflection. These words Antich focused on as he manipulated the force of the universe flowing through this great lifeform in order to steady himself. Zero gravity was hardly a foreign mistress to him aboard Hearth, the human had been born in a vacuum, and was adjusted to the strange movements of weightlessness. Becoming a Spark under Zel-Dara’s care only sharpened these natural monitors and instincts. Enshrouded in the hooded robes appropriate to his station as Spark the Voice of the Council tucked what loose garment he could when landing gracefully nearby the Overlady.
  
    ”These are strange times indeed, Overlady. The universe seems full of uncertainty but I wish to assure you today that we Watchers in the Eye of the Horizon shall help chart a steady course. Were any of your ships lost in transition when dealing with foreign parties? We had presumed one of our representatives deceased for a time due to this Revolution.”  
conversations: Tychris1:
conversations: human
conversations:  Bully for you, Mr. Minotaur 
   "Thank you. We'll make good use of it."  The data is taken and and passed to an attendant, who will deliver it to storage.  "I am curious, what are your contingency plans if the Same threat should spill over into your own territory?" 
   Error 404: Clever Title not found (sorry) 
   "Some of our merchant vessels were lost in transit between here and the Itean system. We were lucky enough not to be seriously affected otherwise."  The Overlady replies.  "How goes the fight against the Same?" 
conversations: bc56:
conversations: human
conversations:  Overlady: &lt; Should our invasion fail and the Same attack us, we hope to drive them off with military force. We hope that this is not necessary, but can we count upon the support of the Nephret Pact to aid us if this happens? &gt;
  
  Eye of the Horizon: &lt; Welcome to the Nephret Pact, General. I have some technological advancements here for you. &gt; Aneb hands over a file of War Beast trainings.
conversations: Gaius Hermicus:
conversations: human
conversations:  Casrule Movement 
   The One High Maxim 
   Technocratic Caliphate  
  
  
  All three factions attend the event but none of them care much about the revolution. Their internal politics trump the importance of a change among stars they don't even rule, and so they break out in various directions and immediately seek aid from the other factions looking to gain troops or even voices of support to swing their citizens to their side.
  
   (OOC: Sorry for the short post but I am just doing this for trades and im too busy to give you all the time you deserve this week, I'm sorry. If you have something to ask send it via discord and I will get to you as quickly as possible.) 
conversations: asmodeussnake: