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Post by Mon'Toane, The Black Butcher on Mar 3, 2021 6:07:44 GMT
"After the loss of contact with world station A127-LV193 two months ago, Federation officials have officially listed the platform as assumed lost to Kromus Raiders.-"
CRASH
The sound of glass shattering filled the room, a once-mighty chalice now reduced to shards between scaled fingers, a snarl leaving Mon'Toane as he rose from his chair in outrage. The small squad of elites that came with him clicking their mandibles in the smallest hints of worry, as their leader inhaled deeply, flexing his claws as he reached down and began to gently pick up the shards of the once-grand glass chalice. Silence followed for the moments that it took to clean the mess up before he tossed them aside into a bin.
"Such Foolishness… they ignore the serpents as if they are blind to the truth, hiding the darkness that creeps into the veins of their system. A plague has formed and instead of warning the innocent they tell lies." Mon'Toane hissed out in frustration, the lives of millions could be on the line, and the government chose to save face instead. That is why he found it so hard to respect most governments of other races, they chose to hide the truth rather than admit the issues and have them exterminated before innocent lives were lost. Such hesitation would only lead to death in this scenario, did they not realize it.
"Calm yourself, brother. They are simply trying to prevent uproar… the common mass of these cultures are far less…Trained, and hardened" Vulkan spoke out, the beastmaster gently patting his larger, yet still young brother's back in hopes of soothing the dark kin, an act that luckily worked. "Understanding them will be hard, but you must be prepared. You spoke of it, diplomacy and you come to them with a kind heart, keep that heart gentle before you harden and make a judgment on how they protect their people." he continued, the words calming his brother's small outburst as he began to gently reach up and play with one of the many braids and rings in his mane of hair, Vulkan calmly tapping at the metals to allow his mind to process the information. "Perhaps a meeting on neutral ground? Call for their strongest and most honorable, not politicians but warriors, those that embody their culture. Seek out the pinnacle and best."
The words rang inside Mon'Toane's mind, the Dark Kin chittering his mandibles as he slowly began to nod. His massive frame began to lower, as he sat back down into the throne-like captain's chair of the ship, a sigh leaving his throat as he rumbled out his next response. "Yes I suppose that is true, I cannot judge the whole government body from something that may have been voted on… very well, prepare the recordings. Search for their best, find those with potential. I wish to see what possible allies we have, bring me information of their greatest accomplishments and what potential they may have. No stone may be left unturned, but do not steal or back into any frames locked from public use. We come in peace, and it may be seen as an act of war." The sharp roars and grunts of his small crew quickly responded, as the Yautja began to do what they did best, study and learn.
"...Paya. Cetanu. Give me strength." He mumbled to himself with a sigh, such a harsh journey he had started, but one that must be done and completed quickly.