((OOC: Okie everyone, FWI; Reg is one of those military type people, so he may appear and vanish for weeks at a time, this should not effect our RP. please add your nations views of other nations to the end of your civs post in the nation topic here: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53087.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53087.0) ))<br/><br/>On board Union Station;<br/><br/>The Crys Ambassador, who had taken the name 'Cy' and was chosen to represent the Crys race in the Council, stirred to some semblance of life for the first time in three years, rising from the chair she had occupied in her quarters, onboard the Union Station. the station its self had been constructed by the Ekke, it resembled a spiked ball, with a large spherical center from which long arms extended out into space, each arm belonging to a race that participated in the council, and painstakingly constructed to take racial sensibilities in mind, and remind diplomats of home. That said, the station was mostly only used to council business... and all but abandoned, save for the Ekke crew, the rest of the time. Cy's own quarters, like most of the Crys Wing, sports alot of dark, unpolished stone, with softly oscillating red lighting. unfortunately no one had told the Ekke that the Crys lacked such aesthetic sensibilities... they could have saved alot of money with plain white walls... which would have suited Cy equally well.<br/><br/>there was a scheduled meeting of the Council soon, and so Cy began making her way to the central sphere, cancelling out the artificial gravity with a thought and a ripple of space, she floated lazily along the central corridor. Eventually arriving at the main airlock, the great blast doors fwiped shut behind her, then opened before her, and she continued to follow the same straight path directly to the Council Chamber which sat at the heart of the station. There, she sat in her race's chair and settled in to await the arrival of the other diplomats, who unlike her, had long ago left to return to whatever lives and duties they posessed. Even she couldnt help but feel alittle excited, just a few days untill the other diplomats started to arrive.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>In The Crys System;<br/><br/>The three Great Ones slowly circled a large asteroid in the belt that circled their homeworld, slowly tearing it apart with shearing gravitational fields to extract the metals and minerals that could be traded with the Glorbush for valuable carbon to feed their race. tirelessly packing the gnarled lumps of ore into their bodies untill they were filled to capacity, then, when the same could be said of the dozen or so of their kin who were performing similar activities, they would leave, and deliver the exact same amount of materials as they always had to the Glorbush. Who in turn have the proper amount of Graphite ready to trade for it. the system was simple, and had been ironed out very earily in their shared history, and never altered or failed since, like clockwork. Meanwhile, a separate group of Great ones skimmed the upper atmosphere of there system's gas giant's sunward side, collecting the energetic isotopes created by the solar winds impacting the exotic atmosphere, in preparation for their own, distinct, trade run to the Glorbush, to trade the isotopes for carbon gas.