NationStates Jolt Archive

"As a ranking member of the Empire of Treznor's Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it is my duty and pleasure to invite the Shivan Imperium of Arenumberg to talks, to discuss possible economic and diplomatic ties. My name is James Grant, and I bid you welcome."

The tall, portly man glares at his image in the mirror and sighs as he struggles with his tie. "Charles!" he bellows. "This tie is simply wrong. Fetch me the right one."

"Yes, Sir. At once." Charles Bishop, personal assistant and erstwhile valet for Ambassador the Honourable James Grant hurried to fetch a new tie for his employer. It was times like this that he truly missed the company of Catherine Ravon, the Junior Ambassador normally picked to accompany them. Between them, he and Catherine could usually keep Grant from heaping too much abuse on any one person. He hurried forward with a red tie with purple stripes.

Grant eyed the strip of cloth suspiciously, then accepted it with a faint nod and allowed Charles to replace the one currently about his neck. Charles suppressed a sudden urge to tie a noose.

Grant cleared his throat as Charles worked and began again. "As a ranking member of the Empire of Treznor's Ministry of..."

He was interrupted by a knock at the door. His features settled into a ferocious scowl, and he gestured brusquely. "Get that, Charles."

Charles stepped quickly to the door to find out what they wanted. A moment later he hurried back. "Sir, they're ready."

"Well then, hurry up man! We can't be late for this!"

Charles set himself to struggling with Grant's tie. They're not paying me enough money for this.

OOC: I will reply soon, I promise, see TG's :).

OOC: Sorry for the delay, better post! Sorry for the intro, its being used generically for now.

The Sleek Black shuttle burned its way through the atmosphere, the sky darkened at its presence, the birds took flight, they felt and knew evil, in all its forms.

The wind stopped its slight breeze as the ship landed, it carried but one, but it was large enough to carry many men, the ramp made its travel to the surface, clunking as it touched the landing pad.

The clunking continued, but now it was a Shivan, its great 7 Foot form making its way out of its craft

OOC: I TG'd you so you know what they look like.

Its name, for it had to have one now, was Ere'Fa'kel, and it would speak, for now.

It somehow, through stooping, and raising, appropriately, made its way into the room where the Treznorian (SP? or whatever your called :P) Was awaiting his arrival. There was one Android present, even though it was not necessary, and it had summoned the Treznorian so it would be present before Ere'Fa'kel.

His brain reached out to the man, and his name formed in a clear crisp textured thought inside his head, James Grant heard the thought as clear as any voice, and it said.

"I Am Ere'Fa'kel, And I will speak with you on matters that may concern, for now."