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Dhaun'Eclav 10 L.V.

A small ship exits hyperspace above a considerably large planet. Inside the ship five adolescent men were busily partying it up. "Eovdris, Duuude this was the best idea. How did you manage to steal your dad's ship, man?" said Thravis; Eovdris' right-hand man. Thravis gazed upon the mountainous, icy blue planet. "My father was a member of the survey team that chartered this planet. He still hadn't turned in the key codes, so I swiped them while he was passed out drunk." The two boys gave each other a high five very secretly as to not be gay.

Zad, Eovdris' twin brother stood up from his chair to gaze at the planet as well. "Father mentioned this was a class gamma society. A bunch of primitives." A streak of profound insight touched Zad and an evil grin spread from ear to ear. "Father had also mentioned the women were "ripe for picking". They will think we are gods and will give themselves to us." The boys begin to cheer, crack open the genuine lagers and have a preemptive toast to the collective lost of their virginities. Suddenly Jalmund shot up with a start. "Oh Damnit Eovdris, you forgot the auto-pilot." Eovdris ran to the controls as the ship started to plummet through the atmosphere.


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A tribe of Orcs scatter, running in terror from their ramshackle village leaving the dying and already dead behind. The keep running on heedless of the screams of those left behind. One particularly brave Orc turned to face his pursuers, brandishing a sharpened stick as his pregnant wife tripped falling to
her knees. He growls for her to keep running and she obeys without question. In the darkness the drow was camouflaged, only bearing witness to his slender face in the scant flashes lightning behind him.

He was fairly tall for a male almost as tall as the female drow. His hair, a horse-tailed Mohawk that fluttered gently against his back. He was girded in segmented black plate mail with the symbol of Lolth adorned the chest in the blood of his victims. In his grip was a two-handed battle axe, held loose and ready to react to any sudden movement from his imbecilic foe.

The Orc jabbed at him with the stick, which he batted aside effortlessly and reversed the swing into the Orc's shoulder. The Orc fell to his knees, clutching his wound; a defiant look in his eyes as he cursed the drow in Orchish tongues. He kicked the Orc over and grabbed him by his throat, he took out a knife and sliced the surface of his throat. The Orc was stunned realizing he did not intend to kill him with that blow.

Shynthrae'zyr leaned in whispering to the Orc to play dead. The Orc immediately complied, not even protesting when the drow cut off his ear to prove the deed had been done. He felt no regret for sparing the Orc; after all he had always opposed such a waste of slave stock. He turned and strode back to the killing.


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Orc and Drow alike and shielded their eyes as a fiery object careened through the sky, crashing into the puny village. Leaving a deep furrow in the ground. Those nearest to the ship erupted in a phosphorescent flare as the heat from the explosive impact ignited their clothing and hair. The shock wave knocked the rest of them on their backs. The ramshackle huts were flattened as shrapnel burst through the air. The high priestess Ilphriia clad only in a hooded robe and boots, she approached the ship surrounded by her best soldiers.

Several soldiers stared at the ship talking quietly amongst themselves. Ilphriia grew quickly annoyed at the males antics. "What are you vexatious, doltish, little males blithering about. Speak up Bhinroos!" She bellowed as they were snickering. She hefted her snake headed whip menacingly as the four heads hissed, rearing up to match her mood. The soldiers silenced abruptly, standing at attention, almost cowering at the thought of her punishment.

Bhinroos stepped forward quickly speaking up. "High priestess forgive our foolishness, we were just acknowledging, what ever it is... It appears to be shaped like a... well... phallus..." Ilphriia giggled in a burst of sudden delight and pinched Bhinroos' cheeks murmuring fondly. "Awww, how cute the little males have an opinion." Her face contorted in rage and swiftly backhanded him across the face. "Never speak around a female unless spoken to." She turned and faced the craft noticing the resemblance to a phallus, bites her ower lip and scans the soldiers for a suitable male for after.


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The boys pick themselves up, checking to see if everyone is alright. Utan looked around nervously surveying the damage to the craft. "Oh man, you guys... We wrecked Aselon's ship!" Young Zad piped up " Awww damnit!!! We're get grounded for a ye---" Cut off by the shrill uproar of his gleeful brother Eovdris witnessing an open robed Ilphriia her charms exposed before them, as her arms raised to the sky in midst of prayer.

Thravis gleefully exclaimed "Eovdris! You were right! Look at that one, she's already ready to go! Let's go!!" The boys raced out grabbing an assortment of high tech items. They ran down the ramp; Eovdris proudly posing, holding a flashlight. Zad stood behind his Twin brother holding a music player.

Eovdris flickered the flashlight in Ilphriia's eye and she quickly masked
her eyes in fury. Eovdris spoke with an arrogance which was not matched by his pubescent breaking voice. "We are your gods... We have chosen you worthy to lay with us." The drow stood in disbelief as turned their high tech devices on and off.

Ilphriia composed herself and shouted "Plynn lil colnbluthen!!!!" Suddenly the drow lept into action, seizing the boys and dragging them away. Several wizards stared at the ship a while and Ilphriia nodded to them. The began chanting completing their spells in unison. The ship contracted to a fraction of
its size and as one of the wizards reached for it, Ilphriia halted him, a lascivious grin across her lips. she reached down, glanced around to make sure no one would see her snatch the ship. ...The Matron Mother would eventually receive it but it was a few days travel to house Mel'mtor and she could think of a few uses for it along the way.


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Upon returning to house Mel'mtor the drow were praised for their resourcefulness whereas the boys were brutally raped by priestesses before being sacrificed to Lolth. Matron Mother Zezkiira'wyss Mel'mtor devoted her best wizards and alchemists to decipher the secrets of the ship.



62 L.V [Lolth's Victory]



Iymbreenafae dragged her feet sullenly through the dim halls of house Mel'mtor. Her steps echoed through the halls from her heels clacking against the floor. House Mel'mtor's wall carvings and graceful architecture depicted scenes from the drow past. It was breath takingly beautiful, but upon closer inspection the carvings were of gruesome nightmarish scenes that made every drow smile, but would make most outlanders cringe.

Iymbreenafae always disliked having conversations with her mother, Matron Mother Zeskiira'wyys. Today, despite bearing good news was no different. She knew the timing of this message was horrid; by now her mother would likely have five or six of the house soldiers in her chambers. Iymbreenafae found these conversations unbearable. She sighed pacing in front of the adamantine doors inlaid with ebony. Sweeping her bangs from her face, Iymbreenafae took a deep breath before knocking on the doors to her mother's chambers.

She plastered on a fake smile, putting her hands on her hips she strode into the room. She treaded lightly as to not step on any of the spiders picking one the size of a small dog up, holding it close to her chest and cradling it like a child. "Matron Mother... I bring you great news." Iymbreenafae tried to avert her eyes from what she considered a vulgar act.

The Matron Mother was far too busy with her bedroom affairs between herself and six male soldiers. "What do you want daughter, and make it quick." She sighs angrily and goes back to her business. "Matron Mother, the wizards report their divinations have reached a success. They've discovered the secrets of to sending a message with the outlanders viewing device." The Matron Mother stopped, staring intently at her daughter. With a gaping smile, she clapped with childish glee.

"That is wonderful, prepare everyone! Soon we will send a message to the outlanders." The Matron Mother gets out of bed and puts a robe on and walks quietly to her daughter and whispers. "It has always been one of my deepest regrets that we sacrificed those five outlanders." Iymbreenafae nodded silently
and made haste out of the room, when she reached the end of the hall she adjusts her dress and mutters "weak...".


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The accidental discovery of the recieve transmission function on the viewing device had drastically changed drow society within 50 years. They had realized there were other peoples and other cultures in the galaxy. They were not alone and had devoted much time and energy to figuring out how to send messages to these other societies. There had also beensome subtle influences, especially in music and fashion.

The Matron Mother ordered a prewritten message to be dispatched immediately and at the last moment added a second message on behalf of house Hunafin, a minor merchant house whom had profitted greatly by capitalizing on the musical boom brought on by the viewing device. The wizards broadcasted the message on every channel they could.




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Greetings! People of the stars,


We cordrially invite you to our world.


We believe there is much we can learn from one another.


We wish for you to come in peace to our world so that we may meet,


trade, and discuss ideas with many different cultures. We extend our hands in


friendship across the stars. Is there anyone out there?





Also, come to see our beloved Vlonffyn in concert at the great halls of
house Mel'mtor. She will be preforming for two days only!






AND. . .



House Hunafin extends a most humble welcome aswell as house Mel'mtor from the

planet Dhaun'Eclav.





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the message was picked up by one the ship of a 62 Imperial Navy Kaidan Wolf Pack ,an passed on to the Flagship

"mm send a message back"said the Admiral to one of the crewman


INS Black Bay to House Hunafin and House Mel'mtor we never heard of you or your planet in Known Space so where have you came from?

Commander Helmran of the TSS Vanguard surveyed the new system from the bridge. They had received the message, and the Kaiser had decided to send someone to visit the planet personally rather then simply send a return message.

The Vanguard was a Heavy Cruiser, lightly armed by Imperial standards. A mere kilometer long it was one of the smaller ships in the Imperial Star Force, but it would be more then sufficient for a first contact mission. Backing it were the TSS Deliverance and the TSS Warrior, both Light Cruisers, and half the size of the Vanguard.

Helmran looked at the readouts one more time. The natives on this planet appeared primative, however they had managed to send out a wideband broadcast to a very large area. Perhaps they hid some secrets. Secrets that the Empire could use.

"Prepare a dropship. 10 squads of marines, and a diplomatic team. Vehicles too. Drop... here" He pointed to a spot on the map, about a kilometer from where the broadcast had originated.

"Be ready for trouble, but don't go expecting it."

A Terran Exploratory task force was several light years away, consisting of two Destroyers and a heavy cruiser, the ships were on routine patrol, their ominous forms and rough hulls emphasized gently as they rumbled towards the utter darkness and void of space.

Commander Michel Jaworski was in command of the task force, he was on Bord the heavy cruiser Arizona . He sat upon the hovering middle chair folding his hands over his well pressed blue uniform his brown eyes peering out of the holographic view port in to the nothingness that was space. He sighed gently, his XO standing next to him attending to some ships Business, he looked over to her and nodded asking in a commanding voice.

“Every thing ok Jamie?”

His XO nodded professionally and respond in a soft tone. “Yeah, just checking some of the ships records, and maintenance logs. Just want to make sure Hyperion didn't miss any thing when they were refitting this thing.”

Jaworski nodded, shifting a bit in his chair and responding


“Yeah as per standard procedure. I stopped doing stuff like that years ago, it comes with being experience, I usually passed it on to my subordinates“

The xo rolled her eyes slightly tapping off a console that was open. “Yeah like me, I just want to keep my self busy though, their calling this the decade of peace., not much use for us soldiers but for patrol duty like this..”

Jaworski nodded slightly dropping down a bit in boredom,a gloved hand placed on his chin scratching it a bit as he thought back saying .. “Eight years in to the twenty ninth and not one war, they better call it the decade of peace. We fought hard to make it this way.. the steppes intervening in a civil war. But let me tell you some thing” he continued looking up to his XO who was on the other side of the large bridge peering at another console flanked by two officers.

“We will always be needed, some way some place some how to protect us.. and protect others..no matter what”

Jamie looked over with a slight nod and a shrug “I guess your right sir, but.. it just feels to quite out there, people like me and you we .. were in war, we're ready for fights for the rest of our lives now.. “

Jaworski nodded “yeah well, we should always expect the unexpected.... every day of our lives, be it love, be it monsters, be it war. We must be ready to fight adversity were ever it comes, and in what ever form it comes...- “

He was cut off suddenly by the tactical avatar appearing in a shimmering glow of light in front of him it started to speak in a soft angelic voice that reverberated through the semi noisy bridge.

“Commander, we are detecting a signal from a planet several light years from here, and we have also detected multiple ships in the area, one or more possibly from imperial ISA “

Jaworski said in response “Well... set a course then full speed, all ships prepare for void jump” He looked back with a gentle smile over his face nodding to his XO who was already on top of things with the con officer, they both nodded back. The commander went on to say in another bout of orders as he shifted in his chair yet again.

“Alright, ISA is an officially black listed nation, we don't know what kind of crap they want to pull here stay frosty , but tell all ships do not engage in any hostile activity or moves, just keep shields up, we're their to make first contact and foster peace.”

He said this waving a hand nonchalantly, motioning for the ships avatar to engage void drive,.

The three ships suddenly burst through space and time, ripping open three chaotic vortexes of arcing energy, black and white bolts of pure power emanating from the center of them as each ship rushed in to the portal. The distortions closing in a flash of light and an energetic shock wave as they left nothing but empty space were once behemoths of metal and weapons , and people once moved through.

Several moments passed, as the ships burst once again in to normal space orbiting the planet, they loomed over any thing smaller than a heavy cruiser sized ship and two destroyer class ships, the light of the near by sun glimmering gently on their rough hulled surfaces, as they came to a stop several hundred thousand km away from the other ships.

Jaworski looked over sensor logs that were immediately, placed in front of him by the tactical avatar, he raised an eyebrow and looked over to Jamie saying.

“How the hell did they send that communication? Their society seems incapable of that level of technology at this point in time..”

Jamie responded with a nodded crossing her arms around her self. “It seems odd indeed, perhaps we should send a reply..”

Jaworski nodded leaning back on his chair saying. “Well send them a we come in peace greeting, also let every one in the system know who we are.” He nodded to the tactical avatar who in an instant of computation sent two messages on to the source of the planets, and the other in a general broadcast .

Message one:
To: the source of the transmission on the planet

This Is the UTS Arizona, representing the United Terran Federation, we come in peace, and have heard your message cooperation, and wish to share in that cooperation with you, please send a reply to us on this same frequency if you are capable of doing so, if not send another signal so we can send a Representative down to greet you.

Message two:
To: the other ships
This is the United Terran Ship Arizona, we are representing the united Terran federation in this system, be advised we are not aggressive however we shall take steps to defend ourselves if necessary.


Various officers wandered throughout the bridge, feeling a sense of relaxation, the ship, and the crew had been through a lot...

Jaworski looked at his xo once more and said “Thinking about what you said once more, the wars, the fighting.. I honestly think war is pointless, its just tiring, needless bloodshed, even if it means I or any one else is out of a job, I wish this galaxy , hell this universe would fight another war ever again.” Referring to the conversation they had earlier.

Jamie smiled slightly with a nod “Yeah, I would feel the same way.. My sister was killed in a pirate raid on an expatiation out near the core... so I know how you feel....”

Jaworski nodded with a sigh.. “Yeah.. well... I lost relatives in past wars to , but for nations out here Ignorance is bliss, and tis folly to be wise, so until we all enlighten ourselves, and each other , we'll still have a job to do.” .....

Greetings! People of the stars,

We cordially invite you to our world.


We believe there is much we can learn from one another.


We wish for you to come in peace to our world so that we may meet,


trade, and discuss ideas with many different cultures. We extend our hands in


friendship across the stars. Is there anyone out there?

AND. . .



House Hunafin extends a most humble welcome aswell as house Mel'mtor from the

planet Dhaun'Eclav.



The quiet, and oh so innocent message asking for a meeting was received by several nations whom inhabited the dark and cold lanes of space. It was eventually reached by the small and recovering nation of the Unified Colonies of Telros. It had been some years, a couple decades in fact, since the devastating Great War and the discovery of alien powers and races during the course of it. They had managed a tenuous unification of the human worlds and nations into one body, and had devoted itself to advancing its technology and its boundaries of control. After years of research, budgeting and effort, they had met with some success. They had generated the W-drive, which was basically a device that opened a wormhole on their end and they traveled until they reached their destination. Then another wormhole opened and they exited. The drive, while much more advanced than the one before, still took a long time to reach destinations, days, sometimes months. So, cryo-bays were installed.

So it was that the crew of the Sullen Pride exited the wormhole, having been sent out by High Command two weeks beforehand. They had begun the thawing and awakening protocols. As was normal, the captain and the bridge crew were awakened first. Marcus, the captain got himself dressed, took a shower, grabbed a cup of coffee and then proceeded to the bridge. As he sat in his command chair and put the cup down, he gazed at the viewscreen. It showed a simple planet, much like earth. It was blue, with a variety of greens and browns. The landforms were much different, as was expected, but it was able to hold life. He gave the go-ahead for the sensor drones to be deployed. Several small doors opened and four pods rocketed out, their panels deploying and coming online. Data began to stream into the bridge. The technology of the world puzzled the captain. They were able to send a signal out into the stars, but they were at middle age level of technology. Bows, arrows, swords, and other things. The mystery was quickly solved when a probe detected the crashed ship. So, another race had come here, for whatever reason, and the natives had scavenged the technology.

Or, as he looked at the map coming in, one of the nations of natives. There were several races and they all controlled a fair portion of land. They were still getting data, so they didn't know what these races were, but they would soon. Then, the computer noted the presence of two other ships, neither matching the pathetically small library of known alien nations. He ordered for the computer to record them and to send the standard hello message. Whom are you, why are you here, that sort of thing. Taking a gulp of coffee, he sat up when he saw the pictures of the natives. His eyes stared at the images of dark-skinned beings with red eyes, white hair, and pointy ears. At green skinned creatures with big muscles and jutting teeth. At small beings with large beards and big bodies. He couldn't believe it; he was like the fantasy stories of his youth were coming to life. He shook his head and chuckled. If aliens could exist, why not these?

"Have we determined the frequency of the channel that sent the message?"

"Yes, Captain. We are ready to open a channel, by your order."

He nodded. There was a pause and then the officer turned to look at Marcus. "Ready, sir." Nodding, he began to send the message.

"Houses Hunafin and Mel'mtor, we have received your message from across the stars and are eager to begin talks with you on the sharing of knowledge. I am Captain Marcus of the Unified Colonies of Telros ship, the Sullen Pride. We would like to know how best you would like to conduct this meeting, be it face to face or through this medium. I await your reply."

The male wizard's and alchemist's were astounded by the quickness of the outlanders, but fear of the Matron Mother quickly snapped them out of their shock. A message had been sent to inform her of the new developments. Pharhriir'oj moved to the back of the ship and bid his companions to aid him in a magic circle. The Faerzrezz was the magical energy that permeates the Underdark, which makes teleportation and telepathy impossible over long distances. To overcome this limitation, Pharhriir'oj led the circle in a combined sending spell.


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It wasn't long before Matron Mother Zeskiira'wyss received Pharhriir'oj sending. Ilphriia snorted in derision all be it very quietly. In a secretive meeting the Matron Mother and two of her four daughters, High Priestess Ilphriia and General Susplin, sat in discussion on how to greet the outlanders. Ilphriia couldn't understand why her mother had shown such weakness. Wishing to consort with outlanders and not conquer them? it was pure blasphemy to Lolth; either she had gone senile from age being nearly six hundred or her sexual appetite had taken over her better reasoning.

It wasn't long before thoughts of dethroning her pitiful mother had diverted all her attention from the meeting. Susplin on the other hand, had been excited about the outlanders and possible contact. Perhaps one of the outlanders would be a worthy opponent in duel or at the very least could share tactical strategies.

At the large round table the tree women sat and discussed how they would present Mel'mtor. "Matron Mother, if I may suggest, I believe a cultural integrity barrier would project a positive image of our beautiful house." Susplina said hoping to appease her mother. The Matron Mother, obviously beaming with joy responded "Yes an excellent idea, my daughter as well all to be within sight of the outlanders must wear "Modern" clothing so as not to appear primitive."

With that Ilphriia burst with rage. "This is ludicrous! We are the superior race; why are we acting as pitiful halfling. Mother have you no shame??? " The Matron Mother retorted with a scorn to the likes of which no one had ever seen. "Then you can stay behind the cultural integrity barriers with the dregs and the slaves. Consider yourself lucky if I let you out again, you petulant brat." Before Ilphriia could protest her mother, with a simple flick of the wrist sent her running.

Ilphriia was certain now; before her obsession with the outlanders her mother would have beaten her within an inch of her life for that outburst. She was truly unworthy to lead a house as glorious as Mel'mtor. Ilphriia stormed out of the room and slammed the doors. Only when she was certain her daughter was out of earshot, did she resume her discussions with Susplin .


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It had been over an hour before they received the contents of their return transmission. The wizards quickly and commendably attended to their duties.
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In the interest of galactic sisterhood, we will gladly tell you who we

are.We are the Illythiri and the Miyeritar; a proud and noble race whom have

lived upon this world for one hundred and fifty centuries. Only in resent years

have we had the power to contact others in the cosmos. Please come to the

location one league to the north of the location of this setting. There you will

be greeted warmly and brought among us. It will be a pleasure to receive you.

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The location for the landings was a relatively large grove, just outside of a large cavern. Young males in school uniforms waited in ranks holding flowers; several high priestesses awaited the outlanders in formal dresses, standing in front of the children expectantly.

Ahead of them all Stood Vicinil Mel'mtor, an informal diplomat. She stood in a one sleeved dress of a rare material: black spider silk, ending a third down her thighs. The cinched fabric at the bottom made her already busty, voluptuous figure all the more flattering. Her hair was white and even in the deepest pits of the Underdark it seemed radiant. Vicinil wore what had been described as "The 80's poof" in many transmission viewings.

She surmised that with "retro" coming back [at least in the latest viewings received], this outfit would evoke the most positive reaction from the outlanders. She looked up, saw the lights from an approaching ship and smiled.

a Pelican Dropship land and four Clones walk out,two were dress in Naval (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/FT%20Things/NavyOfficerUniform.jpg)officer uniforms and the other two in Amrour (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/FT%20Things/AbyssCombatArmour.jpg)

"the Hyperborians are full of shit by their demand of us to pay up in trillions in gold bars for made up crimes against the Hyperborian race and pain from it" said one of the Navy clones

"oh what about saying sorry for what we did to Queen Basli The Grea or face the wrath of them, now that really show how dumb they are and not doing any recon" answer one of the Clones in the armour

"so any word back about the twenty six month old message we were told about" asked the other Navy clone

"No not yet"answer the other Navy clone

'welcome party at four o'clock"said the Clone that was not part of the talk with the other three

Jaworski responded as he saw and heard the reply on the holo monitor.

“Well I guess thats a yes. I'll go down with you since I'm authorized to do diplomatic exchanges.” he looked over to Jamie with a professional smile and a nod getting up, and adjusting his well pressed blue uniform.

Jamie looked back and nodded as well saying in response “all right, Ill gather the team, I think standard gear is fine for this.”

Jaworski nodded again, turning around and walking off of the bridge his hands to his sides as he walked down the well lit corridors. He was followed by two marines and his XO, all walking in to the armory. The door shimmered open in front of them to revel a rather large room, weapons secured inside of closed force fields and lockers , rifles of all types, even Man portable missile launchers were numerous. How ever for this mission they would go basic. It took them several moments to get ready, each dawning on a standard BDU body armor suit, and equipping themselves with a rifle, a side arm and various hazard gear related equipment, placing them on their utility belts and chassis.

Jaworski looked over to one of his escort marines, as they started marching out of the armory, and down to the transporter room in a standard line formation, He said in curious voice.

“Hey marine, whats your name?”

The marine looked over and said, his opaque visor over the top of his helemt.

“Adrian sir..”

The commander smiled slightly placing his rifle over his other shoulder as they made their way through the shimmering metal doors in to a well lit transporter chamber filed with holographic consoles , various type of other equipment and an avatar stand.

Jaworski then said to Adrian as they stepped on to the pad.

“Stick with me kid, you'll learn a thing or two about command..”

Adrian just smiled slightly and nodded “Allright sir.”

Jaworski had looked through Adrian s personnel file, and saw his well patented jacket, and service in the steppe wars. It reminded him of him self 30 years ago when the galaxy was on fire, wars left and right. Those memories of war ,were hard on a man, he knew this marine probably had scars, and indeed he did. Adrian looked ahead, along with the rest of the landing party. Jaworski said in a commanding and loud voice towards the avatar that materialized in front of them.

“All right, beam us down”

A flash of light engulfed the soldiers and officers on the transporter pad. After he light dissipated nothing was left but empty air.. on the surface mean while, at the coordinates (or were ever) they were supposed to meet these people. They appeared in a similar fashion to when they disappeared in flashes of light, only this time their bodies were glowing for a split second as the light dissipated leaving nothing but human forms wielding basic energy rifles , opaque visors , and well padded armor.
Jaworski looked around motioning his hand full of marines around him, he looked to Adrian and said.

“Alright hears the deal, we're detecting foreign elements on the planet, we don't know what they could be after on here, bu I know what we're after and thats peace. But in case things get hairy this is the spot were meet up if we get split up. Do not fire first, and don't get in to any avoidable situations.“

The group nodded each saying in unison “Yes sir”.

The commander turned, looking at his HUD display inside of his visor and mind, he knew the exact position of the foreign troops thanks to sensor scans from space, and his own over the horizon sensor units, every one in the party knew. They began to march through the grove in a tactical wedge formation looking around and scanning for any unusual signs using sensors. They were moving slowly Towards the greeting party and the foreign troops, Adrian the commander and Jamie both steeped out first flanked by two marines on each side. Jaworski said in a diplomatic tone of voice..

“Greetings from the United Terran Federation, I assume you are hear to greet us?”

Vicinil turned upon hearing a voice and in looked up in shock to see a male at least a foot taller than her. She thought to herself "These outlanders are far more peculiar than the simpletons who brought the ship to us." Unfortunately Pharhriir'oj and the rest of the wizards were taken aback by such advanced sorcery, they stood defensively ready to attack at a moments notice.

"Like OH MY GAWD! It is like sucha pleasure to have you. Welcome the outlanders, you guys." Vicinil said appearing to have much dignity in the foolish manner she was behaving in. The wizards were baffled; Vicinil was renowned for her insidious actions and vicious temperament. Confused and afraid the wizards stood silent but it wasn't long before their shrieks of laughter filled everyones ears.

In unison all the wizards shouted "LIKE OH MY GAWD WELCOME! LIKE THIS IS OUR BEAUTIFUL PLANET, FER SURE!!" Vicinil turned and glared at them with contempt but, to keep up appearances she spun right back around and smiled most charmingly. She chanted silently under her breath and not a moment out of place spiders began to crawl over the apprentice wizard.

As nonchalant as Vicinil could be she popped a piece of toffee in her mouth and emulated chewing gum. "So like please tell us, what is like on your planet?" She looked behind her shoulders when the screams of agony were over and spiders were seen running off with fillets of flesh held in their tarsus'. She scoffed "Tsk. Tsk. Males... If I've told them once, I've told them a thousand times not to keep live spiders with their spell components. They lay eggs, you know? But like, what are ya gonna do? They never listen."


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Word of the arrival had just now reached the Matron Mother or at least it was trying to. Finally, after finding the right moment to sneak out of their secretive room the Matron Mother and Susplin were spotted in the great halls. "Matron Mother, Matron Mother!!! Some of the guests have arrived!" A young male servant said with glee upon running up to her. She smiled delightedly "Good, now why don't you run along to my room and await my presence."

"Matron Mother, even I have my own perversions but... he is but a child. "
Susplin said with a twinge. "Well my daughter, when everyone saw you with those three demons don't you think they thought the same?" Her mother grinned teasing her daughter. "Come now let us meet our wonderful guests."

the four two meter taller Clones just watched with out saying any thing about was going on about spiders

"So like please tell us, what is like on your planet?"

"sorry we can not tell of where we are cloned and trained"said one of Navy clone's

"Understood, a delegation will be coming down in a shuttle. Look forward to talking over matters with you soon. Sullen Pride out."

As promised, a shuttle was seen blasting out of the the frigates hangar, carrying a squad of Colonial marines and the Captain, Marcus, whom was coming down to join the negotiations. It would be an incredible sight as it came through the atmosphere, fire raging outside its hull as it plummeted, making it seeming like a comet. The fire went out as it penetrated the atmosphere and then it came down to land near the location they were told of in the message.

It quickly landed and set down its ramp, where the Marines (http://images.wikia.com/halo/images/2/26/1208308468_Charge_by_zaku0909.jpg) ran down, quickly securing the area before settling back and turning to stand straight, guns held firmly against their chest. As they stood at attention, the captain walked down. His grey uniform looked very drab but the medals on his chest would prove to be quite the eye catcher. Nodding to the marines, whom formed up around him, he came forward to where the meeting had already begun. He nodded at the two soldiers whom he assumed were from one of the other powers and he gazed at the dark-skinned creatures. He bowed to the woman and began to speak.

"Greetings, I am Captain Marcus of the Unified Colonies of Telros. It is an honor to meet you, Miss....?"

The commander walked up to the female speaking and gently bowed holding out a hand responding in a soft diplomatic.

“My name is Commander Michel Jaworski, and this is corporal Adrian Shepard, and L.T commander Jamie Hardfort”

He then motioned to both of them, all their vizor's suddenly slipped up to reveal their faces, they peered behind the woman and raised an eyebrow at the events.

Of course this wasn't the first time any of them have been in a situation like this, first contact with a race, how ever it was the first time they saw females running a race of any sort. It was rather unique.

Jamie then responded to the second question “what its like on our planet, well its rather different than this place, in time you will understand.”

The Terrans were interested in this planet, they were interested in the race. Most of all they were interested in getting this race space-born .

One of the other officer looked over to the telrosi delegation, he was a junior L.T on away missions any one is allowed to negotiate certain things because it may be a situation were more than one person is around, especially in this universe. The Junior officer pulled his visor up and walked over to the Telrosi holding a hand out saying.

“Its nice to meet you, my name is L.T junior grade Ron Davis, I am authorized to negotiate first contact, since we have not met you I wish to negotiate an official first contact. And it looks like we were brought here by the same thing.”

he spoke in a diplomatic and friendly tone. The rest of the marines flanking him and the other officers payed particular attention to the Imperials grasping their rifles close and at the ready in case things got a little to hairy.


In space, the cruiser and destroyer orbited silently, their bodies dwarfing anything smaller than them,they remained at the ready in case any thing un-expected showed up or happened.

Vicinil was ecstatic, soon she would be able to show the outlanders what a beautiful place house Mel'mtor really was, but before then she knew she must properly greet all the outlanders. "Now that like, most of you are here we can like begin the like party. Teehee." With a nod to the young boys they ran up to every clone, marine, and person and handed them each a bouquet of flowers.

Vicinil stood tall and proud clearing her throat. "Peoples of the cosmos, we like welcome you to our planet. A hundred and fifty centuries ago our people were like totally the victims of a great tragedy. You see, we were totally betrayed by the Elves we like them considered Best Friends Foreverr. They like obliterated the Miyeritar with powerful magic before like warfare even started."

She spoke clearly and concise all the while keeping her bubbly composure. "We were forced to strike back! We had to like avenge our kin! So like, we fought back bravely and like their evil magic and lies overwhelmed for sure. We were driven to the Underdark which like our dark mother had given to us." She continued to document the history of the drow, portraying them in a heroic light.

After several hours there was finally a pause in her speech only to continue on for another several hours. "And that is the history and glory of Dhaun'Eclav and so that totally brings us here, sixty years after the final defeat of the betrayer Elves. We like totally made the races on this planet mesh after the wicked Elves finished their like tyrannical rule!" With the applause of the drow the celebration began.

Pharhriir'oj commenced the fireworks. Beautiful streaks of green and blue flares combust in the sky forming the shape of spiders. One of the wizard apprentices; technically the only one left; Altonimar'axle began what was thought to be a rather simplistic spell.

Unfortunately for the diplomatic convention, his nerves got the better of him and uttered the last words of the spell improperly and was instantaneously disintegrated; his shriek was cut off eerily; although the fireworks were splendid. The disintegration was probably the most interesting part of the display.


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The Matron Mother rushed to her chambers quickly tying the boy to her bed and changing into her formal wear. Not too long after she rejoined with Susplin and started their way to the two hour journey to the surface. The Matron Mother decided that in the interest of good will her formal wear would consist of the latest trends. She wore a white tank-top with a blank mini-vest that exposes her midriff , black hip hugging slacks, vynil boots and a fedora.

"Matron Mother, I find it amusing you would bring up the demons considering YOU were the one who requested I go to them for the glory of Lolth. Not to mention it was how grandmother was demised... Coincidentally."
Susplin questioned rather offended. "You see my daughter I told you to bring them slaves; never did I say give yourself to them." The Matron Mother mentioned offhandedly.

"I did bring them slaves. Ironically, the slaves escaped by being set free."

- "Daughter, how is that my fault?" She said with wry grin.

"How do I know that it was not you who set them free?!"

The two women went on with their endearing teasing as mothers and daughters often do. They laid down on separate howda's carried by slaves out the front halls of Mel'mtor. "Say Matron Mother, do you think the outlanders will be excited to see us?"


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The fireworks were ending and it was a miracle on it's own no else had died. "Humble outlanders before we enter the Underdark you must know there are few but dire rules. One: Spiders are our sacred creatures disturbing, harming, or killing one is punishable by death. So like be careful! Two: Don't get caught doing any crimes. Like remember if you don't get caught they like can't prove you did it."

She purred with happiness as she went on. "Lastly, No other gods may be worshiped in the city. Also, the Faerzrezz will prevent teleportation and communication for more than a league or so. Alright like everyone let's be off!"
Vicinil pointed to the few male soldiers standing in the back of the crowd. "You will be the envoy to await others who may not have landed or have just received our viewings from the device."

'all that did was remind me of the battle for 3645 "said one of the clones after the fire works stops an the flowers were place in the ground next to the dropship

"mm wonder if the emperor join us later when he free" said one of the Navy clones

The North Mack dropships screamed through the atmosphere, heading for the designated 'landing point'. 3 ships in all, they together carried 50 marines (http://warhistorian.org/images/starship_troopers_large_05.jpg), 4 LSVs (http://images.totalgamingnetwork.com/totalqw/vehicles/mcp.png) (Light Support Vehicles), and the diplomatic party. All in all the standard landing party for soldiers on unexplored worlds.

Although the sky screamed at their presence and rattled the dropships, the marines sat comfortably inside, shielded by the inertial dampeners. One of the sergeants leaned over to a corporal. "Looks like we're a bit late for that party, eh?" He was right. The NM Dropships landed a few hundred feet from the small gathering in the clearing, settling gently on the grass.

The doors slowly lowered down, and the marines rushed out of the ships, quickly setting up defensive lines and fields of fire. Much more slowly, 4 men wearing field gray moved towards the meeting point, followed by 5 armed marines. When they reached the clearing, one raised an eyebrow. "I hope we haven't missed too much" he said with a half smile.

Jaworski, Jamie, Adrian and every one else looked up at the woman with raised eyebrow, they were communicating to each other during the lengthy speech via QE link. Of course they were also paying attention to their host. As the speech finally came to close Jaworski, snapped his attention back to the natives of the planet from his conversation with Adrian and his XO.

He scanned them with his biological monitoring equipment, up and down trying to get readings of their skeletal structure , muscles, skin ect.. he was Cataloging pictures and feeds of data.

Mean while his point men raised their rifles as they heard heavy equipment coming, Jaworski turned his attention away from the stage show and to the North Mackian presence that had just made it self known. Jaemi and the commander both looked at each other thinking the same thing..

Jaworski was listing to a message his avatar was sending his squad.

“We have the presence of foreign diplomats escorted by a contingent of solders coming your way approximately several Kilometers out ...”

Jaworski nodded a bit his visor snapping back in to place over his once exposed face, he looked around at his soldiers sand nodded saying through the QEC...

“Stay frosty, why the hell we have APC's and legions of troops marching down here is beyond me. But make sure you have people on point.” He looked over to a pair of marines who were in the prone position looking out at the incoming foreigners.

“You two optical cloak and stick behind, and keep lines communications open , the rest of us will head over to were ever our hosts are taking us”

he said all this in a commanding tone, looking back to Jamie and Adrian with a nod motioning them with their hands to move up to the other “delegates “

Things were now some what tense, they never expected some one to show up with contingents of troops, let alone armored units, the two marines the commander pointed out shifted in to nothingness cloaking like nothing was there in the first place.

The marine contingent continued to move around the crash site, setting up radio equipment and tents. small sandbag machine gun nests began to form around the dropships, while the LSVs patrolled the area.

The diplomat nodded back towards the area of the commotion. "Don't mind them. We've had... problems with diplomatic missions before. You know the saying, once bitten twice shy? Well... we've been bitten more then once. We don't take chances anymore." Turning to the drow, he bowed slightly. "Forgive me, I don't believe we've been introduced. My name is Warrant Officer Reynolds. You are...?"

The blips had sounded, and the crew had all rushed to their stations.
The VTN Scourge (http://starwarsgalaxies.station.sony.com/images/features/ships06/player_ships/RoyalGuardTIE.jpg) was a RAES ship, a military research and reconnaissance vessel that had been relegated to doing Research for the Grand Library, specifically aiming to find new races, during the peace at home and now they had found one.
The small three man ship contained Captain Faustina and two flight crew members, ensign Jayreequel and ensign Miekyll.
"Ma'am, a message has just came in. Unknown race, but it is in galactic basic. It says that their hosting a... theater performance of some sort."
"Interesting way of conducting diplomacy. Alright, recorders on?"
"Broadcasting, ma'am."
"Very well. The library will pick this up and send a real delegate. For now, we'll do. Send them a message."

House Hunafin and House Mel'mtor, this is the VTN Scourge. We have received your message. Our records hold no mention of you, so on behalf of the Empire of the Void, we would like to open diplomatic relations with you. We are en route to the co-ordinates of your message.

Iymbreenafae stood in the crowd with the other priestesses. She wore a gown which had a long skirt that covered her from hip to ankle. Unlike the bottom, her halter top which criss-crossed on the midriff connecting to the skirt, even though most of the midriff was exposed. To make matters worse for her, the dress was covered in sequin.

She and her sisters that could make it were there. Dirzdra'urra her eldest sister, Ilphriia the second eldest sister was there even though her mother told her to stay behind. The third eldest child Susplin, was one of the Matron Mother's best Generals and in her company. Lastly, young Iymbreenafae who unlike her sisters was a drow alu fiend. Her father was an Incubus, who was forced back to the depths when the Matron Mother was finished with him.

All the girls were chosen to wear the same dress in different colours and Iymbreenafae was stuck with an almost neon blue dress with the back tailored for her wings. She was young, only about thirty five which to most outlanders would only be fourteen.

"Like Oh! Iymbreenafae! You can like stay with the envoy!" Her cousin Vicinil said with a smirk. Vicinil tended to tyrannize her younger cousin for being more voluptuous than her even though they were almost to par. Iymbreenafae nodded knowing there was no arguing it. She was a little skittish because it was her first time on the surface but she managed well.

"Oh since we are going underground through this cavern, the tanks and stuff can't fit through the tunnels. They have to be left behind." Vicinil mentioned to the diplomatic party of North Mack. Off they went, hundreds of people walking into the cavern. Soon only a small crew of soldiers and Iymbreenafae stood. She hoped others would show soon so she could return to her quiet bliss in the Underdark.


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They went under and traveled through the twists and turns of the tunnels going deeper, ever deeper. There were warnings about turning on lights as they could attract predators, so for most of the trip the diplomats and their company were lead in the dark by Vicinil and the young drow boys. In some parts of the tunnel the walls were so narrow they had to walk in a single file line and some of the taller outlanders were forced to crouch down because the ceiling was too low.

Vicinil stopped and pointed to a small lake trying to be a tour guide. "And like here you will see our lakes. They're beautiful and so serene, but like I wouldn't swim in them they like have alot of monsters." She continued to lead them down further and further. This far underground people who weren't used to living in such places would find the weight of one million tons of stone above their heads oppressive; almost maddening if one were forced to stay for too long. The air was very still and on occasion you could feel the barest breeze, it was definitely different then the surface.


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The slaves were bearing the weight of the howda's on their shoulders. The Matron Mother had been growing impatient with the servants carrying her howda as they kept falling behind Susplin's. A rather frustrated adolescent male was in place parallel to his friend at the back of the howda. Overwhelmed by fatigue and heat exhaustion, the male servant whispered to his friend "Psst. Have you noticed the Matron Mother has packed on a couple of pounds?"

At least he spoke at a volume he thought was whispering. Upon hearing that comment the Matron Mother leapt off the howda shrieking. Without wasting a moment, she ripped off her weighted ceremonial belt and struck him on the side of his head with enough force to sever it from his body. It flew several yards before exploding against the wall. Bloodthirsty and offended the enraged Matron Mother dove into action. Servant after servant fell before her wrath. They screamed and ran in horror as she hunted each one down. Pools of blood were everywhere as heads rolled and limbs were tossed about.

The Matron Mother stood there wide eyed and panting; she left a few servants alive whose job were to be replacements should any of the servants carrying the howdas met an untimely demise. She berated the remaining servants to clean up the mess before the Outlanders arrived. She checked to see if her rag was over saturated and took a few deep breaths to calm down. She cursed the body's way of impeccable timing and cursed it again for choosing this day.

The servants moved like a frenzied nest of ants. Carting away body parts and producing mops and buckets to clean the mess. Just as the work had begun in earnest, they heard the sound of dozens of footsteps coming down the tunnel towards them at the gates.


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Pharhriir'oj sat poised and prepared the next message on behalf of the Matron Mothers orders. After much thinking and reviewing he finally finished composing the message.



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VTN Scourge, we are responding to your message with much glee! We accept your friendship and welcome you to Dhaun'Eclav! Upon your arrival you will be greet by an Envoy. We cannot wait to receive you!



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***Interstellar Space***


The Skoffnung Class Battleship Durandal had been on a long range patrol, charting nebula and interstellar phenomena when they received a most peculiar message. Had it been any other Tannelornian vessel, it is highly unlikely the message would have been hastily ignored, this ship however belong to Knight Commander Yannericil. He had taken the young Lord Janus Tsaratov under his wing, acting as his sponsor and guardian after the death of his parents.

Had this been a standard diplomatic message, it may have been ignored by Yannericil but the message had promised something that his young charge had been woefully under trained in. Training in the art of social graces in a large festival. The young Lord had spent most of his formative years training, even his friends Ivan and Karamina, had been selected for him through rigorous testing. The Lords of Tannelorn took no chances with future leaders.

So it was that Knight Commander Yannericil ordered the Durandal to set course for this uncharted planet.

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"I do not understand the point of this, why are we wasting time with foreigners, a job suited for diplomats." Janus argued angrily. At the age of twenty, he was starting to become a young man, with the look of a human boy no more then sixteen. Ivan groaned, his friend could already pass as a full grown man, being nearly eight feet tall and with a sparse, but thick beard already in place. "Jan, for heavens sake don't you ever get bored training and doing routine ship board tasks." Ivan was quickly losing patience.

Janus had never been able to attend the yearly festivals and parties on Dienan, other duties always kept him away from them. Ivan simply couldn't believe his friend was passing up an opportunity to stretch his legs and mingle with strange alien races..and possibly more. "Look Jan, don't be an earthman about this, think of it this way, you get to go out, meet strange and exciting new cultures, get drunk off our asses, embarrass ourselves, hell maybe even get laid." Ivan clapped his friend on the back, nearly doubling him over. "Come on man." Janus rolled his eyes and Ivan leaned in closer. "Come on man, it will be glorious." Janus was about to launch in to another protest when the door to the mess hall opened. A tall man with a long bushy beard and hair strode in. "Ah Janus, there you are, prepare yourself to converse in polite company." Janus opened his mouth in shock, but didnt say anything. They were in on it together.

"I do not see the point in wasting a warship, and Divine Celestial Cavaliers on such a trivial mission." Janus stated. "Well then, I suppose you consider charting dust and rocks to be a far more meaningful way to spend your time?" Yannericil looked sternly at the boy, who then sighed. Yannericil did not give him the chance to respond.


"I thought so, now young Master, it has come to my attention that your social skills are woefully inadequate. Karamina tells me that she has been trying to seduce you for several months now, and not only do you refuse her, which of course is your choice but that you are painfully oblivious of even the most obvious body language and social graces." Yannericil looked sternly at Janus. "A Lord must be able to speak with people, as well as kill them. Most especially in the case of attractive young women who might be especially in need of fencing lessons."

Janus groaned, he found himself extremely uncomfortable talking about sexuality with his friend Ivan, let alone his surrogate father. "Very well I shall go down and meet with these foreigners." Janus truly did not want to go down and meet a bunch of strange aliens, but he had little choice.
Ivan waited for Yannericil to leave before turning to Janus. "Ok, now I have been doing some research, and I found this ancient earth custom that just may be a good one for a first contact scenario like this. Janus raised an eyebrow warily. "They call it...wing mates, like with squadron mates, basically one moves in for the kill, while the other covers him, keeping the enemies allies at bay." Ivan grinned. "The best part is, the earthmen figured out it worked on women." Janus raised his eyebrow even further, giving Ivan a look that bordered on disbelief.

"Ok, what i need you to do, is take the ugly ones, any of their friends that may try to stop me from hooking up with the beauties." Ivan finished, proclaiming his plan proudly. "Are you serious?" Janus asked. Ivan shrugged his massive shoulders. "Yeah." Janus groaned...this was going to be a long patrol.

***Dhaun'Eclav***

The Durandal appeared in orbit over the world in a flash of light, quickly responding to the message below and informing whoever was on the other end of their imminent arrival. As soon as the battleship had moved in to a safe orbit, it released a single shuttle, which sailed through the atmosphere quickly and leaving little trace of its passage.

The shuttle landed at the precised coordinates the message had told them to land, trying not to strike any of the foreign dignitaries delegations, ships or the Mackian armour. They managed to park it between a pair of light armoured vehicles, and some flower holding drow males. Narrowly avoiding striking the Pelican.

The exit ramp unfolded quickly and four people, Three males, one of which towered nearly eight feet tall disembarked, and one blonde haired female, shorter then all three of the males. They were dressed in red and black dress uniforms, with trousers tucked in to heavy plated boots and long coats. Not a one of them had hair shorter then the shoulders.

The eldest amongst them strode forward and spoke. "I am Knight Commander Yannericil of the Celestial Republic of Tannelorn, we bring greetings from our world to yours, as well, we ask if this celebration you spoke of is still ongoing."

The male to the left of Yannericil, of relatively average [for a tannelornian] height and with shoulder length brown hair rolled his eyes, earning a stiff wack in the ribs from Yannericils elbow. He straightened up to attention immediately. "If this celebration is still ongoing, we are happy to inform you that we also brought plenty of libations in the form of strong and sweet algae brew and Rum." At that last comment, Yannericil snapped his fingers and several small, mechanical looking "termites" brought down several dozen cases of alcohol in short order, stacking it in a pile over a dozen feet high at the base of the ship.

Marcus could only watch with an eyebrow raised as he heard the ebony-skinned female speak like girls in the early twentieth century did. It was strange and it made him almost laugh, but his military training afforded him the control to only allow it to show with his eyebrow raised. The Marines exchanged glances, their smiles hidden by their helmets and then returned to guarding the captain. He barely saw the fireworks, as he wasn't much of a man whom enjoyed outrageous celebrations. So he missed the fact that one of their people exploded into flames when he screwed up a spell. He had heard their history and he was surprised. If he was right, they were talking about Elves. Yes, the kinds in old fiction of the times long past. If that was so, as he accessed a file, than this made them drow, as termed in an old roleplaying game that was popular in the twentieth century. This was getting weirder and weirder, especially with reports of strange energy levels come from the planet, some areas emanating stronger than others.

His attention was caught even more when the greeter said they could not practice the religion of any other gods. Fair enough, they must be a religious people and averse to other religions. He wouldn't like it but he could roll with it. Then she mentioned they could not kill spiders on the pain of death. His eyes widened. These people were very...backward. He knew they were still middle ages in technology but spiders being sacred? This was plain odd. Then there the mentioning of how communications and teleportation would be prevented by some strange-sounding group. His heard jerked to the Marines, whom nodded and prepared themselves. Hands gripped weapons tighter, senses extended and they moved slightly closer to the captain. This was sounding like a trap. This might make them paranoid, but dammit, paranoid was better than dead.

He followed the group down into the underground, his marines keeping their eyes open. She mentioned not turning on lights, it would attract predators. The marines turned off their lights, shrugged, and then turned on their night vision setting. No light to attract predators, but they could still see. Although the things they saw creeped them out and they were glad they had plenty of firepower on hand. They continued to follow, not noticing the underground part much. It was dark, yes, but they were used to underground places since the war.

OOC: I will respond to everyone when everyone responds.



Iymbreenafae had been deep in thought, she had never seen many outlanders before, until today. Each ship that landed carried a species far different from the next; each as fascinating. It was a hard concept for her to take in that there were other planets or even other peoples. In many of the drow schoolings, children are taught Dhaun'Eclav is the universe, not they are apart of it.

Iymbreenafae snapped out of her day dreaming when she heard a mans voice. Her eyes widened as the four outlanders approached. They looked like drow, almost. They were pale, with rounded ears and dark hair, although two of the small crew had blonde hair; even for drow that was dark. It was odd indeed, the males were taller than the females... and the females spoke when spoken to???

"Welcome Knight Commander Yannericil, and your lovely crew!" Iymbreenafae gestured in a most humble manner. "We are the envoy of Dhaun'Eclav, I will be your guide through the Underdark to the festivities." She looked to the side of him seeing mysterious creatures unpacking. "Well, you see those umm, things are going to have to carry the lovely brew down to the Underdark. Shall we go?

She knew it was crazy and if her mother had found out she would gladly kill Iymbreenafae; but she put her faith in a male and left him in charge so she could quickly return to her sanctuary.

Jaworski looked at every one, his XO standing close to him as he stood in observation quietly and subtly , his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the caverns. He walked along following every one, flanked by his men and his XO, they were thinking looking around observing...

He nodded a bit saying with a slight loud tone hopping others would hear..

“Well this seems a bit odd for a diplomatic gathering to be moving through, we could have just beamed to the city” He waved his hand non Chantilly carrying his battle rifle on his back, his black armor blending in to the utter darkness of the caverns. He looked on, his XO walking slightly in front of him, their forms were nothing more than shadows out of the corner of peoples eyes. He nodded to each other as they walked along.

Jaworski, could do nothing but think back on the war several years ago. There was nothing but the sounds of marching foot steps in the cavern.

This provided optimal time for memories and thoughts to come back. He flashed back , his mind being flooded with images of blood death destruction, explosions . His old friend and roommate Corkscrew tommy as he was called.. laying lifeless on the floor his blood falling from his mouth and a large gash on his neck . He could remember him self reaching out to touch the limp lifeless body.. then an image of a child trapped inside of a burning building with two siblings both younger, one impaled upon a a fencing post blood like liquid hemorrhaging from the wound spewing down upon the metal post. The others were screaming in utter agony from being burned alive , their artificial skin melting off of their bones. Their bodies twitching as they fell from the window like rag dolls... These kids ranging from five to twelve it seemed had their lives taken away in a heartless war .. He could hear women children men families crying for help through out the burning city, their voices echoing around the crumbling gritty buildings. He could smell and taste the raunchy stench of burning flesh and rotting corpses, the inferno winds kicked up ashes of burnt bodies, buildings and other derbies, he was enveloped by the gritty feeling substance, shielding his eyes with his arm he began to walk in to the flames of death and destruction the heat pounding upon his skin and suit of armor dust falling on him. As he walked through the burning sheering winds of the fire storm he noticed a young female laying lifeless on the dirty ash filled floor. He knelt down to her placing a naked hand on her face and on on her hand, her skin peeled away black and charred dissipating in to the wind , he looked in to the females lifeless eyes, they were dried out already, he fought back waves of sorrow tears, and anger as her body continued to dissipate as burnt dust, he shivered in anger and sorrow clenching his fist his eyes focusing on the sky as he looked up fire all around him as if he was in hell it self, noises of combat filling the air, energy blasts lighting up the burning sky even more explosions ripping apaprt buildings on either side of him in blasts of derbies. ... Suddenly his train of thought was broken by his XO who looked back at him asking..

“Are you Ok sir?”

He looked up shaking his head still shivering a bit cold drops of sweat along his head under his helmet.
He nodded and said in a stiff almost crackling voice a tear rolling down one of his cheeks.

“yeah I'm fine..” though he was obviously troubled the female XO looked back at him with a concerned look .

Jaworski just stared out as they walked in to space in to the darkness, his body stiffed up, he was a moral man.. the things he saw in war... were enormously evil.. he vowed to him self in a whisper through the cavern. “Never again...” he shook his head and coughed.

Most of the bloodshed had been cleaned as Vicinil approached with the diplomatic groups. Only a few heads and limbs lied here or there; the small traces of blood that did remain were being mopped away as everyone arrived. Susplin was busily trying to comfort her mother to ensure the rest of the night would go well. She nodded to her mother and walked towards the diplomatic parties.

"Ah! Welcome to House Mel'mtor. I am General Susplin and third daughter of Matron Mother Zeskiira'wyss Mel'mtor." She bowed respectfully to the outlanders; a sight Ilphriia was disgruntled to see. Has everyone gone mad. It seems this must be Lolth's will. I MUST the new chosen Matriarch. I know what must be done. She was deep in thought when Susplin spoke again.

"Our Matron Mother is a little unsettled. As you can see by the bloodshed and limbs we were attacked by evil Svirfneblins. They are horrible little gnomes with sharp teeth and grayish-blue skin. Evil creatures who have tried to over throw the Matron Mother's benevolent ruling and put a tyrant in power. They honestly believed if they orchestrated a surprise attack; all of you lovely peoples would cower at them in fear and they would have power over us! Luckily for us our trusted soldiers saved us and now we are giving all those who have fallen proper burials."

Susplin smiled weakly trying to force an emotion she had never needed to show before... sympathy. In all honesty, most drows couldn't fathom the meaning either. "Our poor Matron Mother was terribly afraid of greeting you like this, I ask for your forgiveness for her delay." The Matron walked over having calmed down, she greeted them formally.

"Thank you everyone for joining us today. I hope you found the tunnels of the Underdark lovely." The Matron Mother smiled and ushered everyone to follow her. When they approached House Mel'mtor; far before reaching the actual doors of the house; hundred of drow children male and female alike were screaming and cheering. Most of the male children feinted dead away, projecting the image the outlander's were superstars.

As bards played songs and the Matron Mother paraded the diplomatic parties to the House, She gave the the grand tour. "Here is the courtyard" she exclaimed with uncalled for glee. It was merely a front yard with a small pond filled with colourful fish-like creatures and different coloured mushrooms as tall as the caverns themselves.

Ilphriia whispered to her sister. "This is just embarrassing." Her sister Susplin chuckled to herself and watched on in enjoyment.

'can we just get to the point we clone's do not care for what most think of a show like this"asked one of the Clones as they did not feel joyment of what was going one

"i don't see any sign of a fight and i've been in so many that i've lost count"added another look at the blood

Knight Commander Yannericil nodded in response to Iymbreenafae. "Excellent, and these creatures are called Treuhelfer's, they do menial tasks unworthy of our attention." Yannericil turned and barked out orders in a harsh sounding language, then picked up several cases of beer. He surveyed the greeters and started to muss up their hair, handing them each a beer and espousing the manly virtues it would bring them, such as growing hair on their chests. As he did this he encouraged them to grow up to be manly and virile, get married and have lots of children. He amused himself with this as the Treuhelfer's packed up the alcohol and started to move out.

The Treuhelfers themselves were roughly eight feet long, resembling a metallic termite, that floated off the ground. Its six "legs" contained hundreds of different tools, of which they used several to properly stow the large stack of alcoholic beverages. Most striking about them, however were their faces. They appeared to have a cartoonish smile about them, a wide grin filled with shiny looking teeth. Their eyes were slits shaped like semicircles, the Treuhelfers exuded cuteness and nonaggression like a ferret exudes a foul odour.

They seemed to be speaking in the harsh language of the Tannelornians, only incredibly high pitched, almost like a caricature of a child. They moved oblivious to the events around them to fall in to position near Iymbreenafae, preparing to follow her in to the depths of the Underdark.

As Yannericil tired of mingling with the greeting party, he called the delegation to order and had them fall in behind him. The boy of average height seemed a little overwhelmed by the spectacle, partially because he had never been around so many young children, aside from himself and his childhood friends he had never seen them. He stared intently at Iymbreenafae, trying to determine exactly what race has little wings, while still looking like an elf, and what sort of elf would have little tiny wings as a recessive gene.

His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he marched stoically in to the tunnel, in fact he was concentrating so hard, his giant friend had to nudge him twice to get his attention. Stirring from his reverie he looked over at Ivan Pavlowski. "Do you wish me to flank this one Ivan?" Ivan chuckled quietly. "Doesn't work quite like that but tell you what, just cause your trying so hard." Ivan looked over at Iymbreenafae, noting the wings, wondering what sort of genetic deformity they might be. [As educated as one could be, perspective was everything.] "I'll let you have this one Janus." Ivan winked giving a slightly nervous looking Janus a thumbs up.

"Alright." Janus replied sheepishly, going back to his staring as the party entered the tunnels of the Underdark.

Iymbreenafae did not care much for Yannericil. How can males rule? How are males taller than females? How dare they try to impose on Lolth's will. She sighed, fluttering her wings. "There are some rules for you outlanders. One, no other gods can be worshipped but Lolth in the Underdark. Two, no lights. It will attract predators. Lastly, killing or harming spiders are punishable by pain of death. Watch your step."

Iymbreenafae had never been more relieved to be going home. Down they went for several hours until they reached the gates. "Welcome to house Mel'mtor." She led them to the golden stalagmite, which upon closer inspection was poorly gold plated.


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"Matron Mother! All the visitors have arrived." Iymbreenafae bowed respectfully to her mother. She turned to the small crew and forced a smile showing her fangs unintentionally. "Please enjoy yourselves."

The Matron Mother turned to the clones. "Please forgive us, but this was the point. We wanted to show you our culture and share yours with our people as well. We wish to establish friendships and possible trading routes since we have valuable minerals in the Underdark." The Matron Mother smiled speaking up loudly.

"Outlanders, We welcome you to Mel'mtor! We wish to extend our friendship to you all. Hopefully one day we can establish trading routes. We have many healthy slaves, precious metals and gems, magic, poisons, and our faith. Glory be to Lolth!" Before anyone could say another word, all the drow screeched and cheered "Glory be to Lolth!!"

"Now let the feast begin!" Wizards all gathered summoning tables and chairs in huge hall. Males came out in aprons placing food on the table. "Please feast on Roth a beast similar to what outlanders call a... cow?" The Matron Mother said contorting her face trying to pronounce the word. "As well as fungus, and algae kelp!"

Iymbreenafae smiled finally being at home she changed into a more comfortable outfit her mother had tailored for her. A crop-topped hoodie and hot pants with sneakers. She stumbled back out to the party flying in circles due to one wing being stuck under the hoodie. She broke out screaming in a fit of rage and accidentally incapacitated several drow civilians attending the feast.

Her sisters held her down managing to get her wing free, accidentally unzipped her shirt and popped her breast out. Ilphriia laughed at her and as most sibling rivalries are; Iymbreenafae leapt onto her sister trying to stab Ilphriia with her dagger.

"Enough you petulant disgraces!! You are ruining my party! Behave yourselves or go behind the cultural integrity barriers to kill yourselves!!" The Matron Mother bellowed and then sat down calmly. "Please everyone enjoy the food." She smiled enthusiastically.

"we don't tade where we from your things decay the very second it enter an to establish friendship with you need to talk to the Emperor" said one Clone

"you can say we here to see if he should came and see" another Clone added

"if you would like to see him you may ask" said a third one as they keep standing

Every piece of information that could be culled by countless means was processed through several major surveillance nodes that poured endlessly over intercepted signals; their self-aware computers all possessed of bizarre, keenly voyeuristic natures.

Despite a slight delay, eventually, a correlation was made, with a species that existed within the C’tan itself, albeit in small numbers, and elsewhere, and a reply dispatched.

From: Minister Arshaw Mîraglariel, The Eternal Necrontyr Empire of the C’tan
To: The Matron Mother of House Mel’mtor, planet Dhaun’Eclav

It would be our pleasure to visit you, and attend the concert. We would also like to extend a similar invitation to you to send a delegation to one of our worlds in the near future. We shall attend presently, and look forward to doing so.

We thank you for your invitation.


The social rules they had brought up had dictated a somewhat eclectic process, and had also dictated the response; there was no apology for the tardiness of the response, to apologize was to admit weakness, which they would not do; when dealing with drow, it was best to remain… cordial, and always negotiate from a position of strength. Despite that, the group being sent was most certainly being chosen to bring out certain… tendencies in their hosts.

Of course, the reply was sent in the drow (or rather ilythiiri) language, in a slightly dated and archaic form, speaking of formality, and not a little knowledge of the species of the sender.

[OOC: Grumbles… I’m away for two weeks, and a drow nation pops up (not, as you can tell, the first I've interacted with, but anyway...). I’ve been after some to intrigue at for a while now; do please stick around! *grins* anyway; a longer and better written post tomorrow, as it’s late here]

Jaworski and his group looked around, it seemed to be festive, he was obviously calmer than before , his xo had started to lean on a nearby wall, her eyes observing what was going on very keenly, they followed various drow and foreigners looking for any thing out of the ordinary.. Jaworski mean while composed him self dusting his Uniform off clearing his throat. He stepped over to the Tannelornian Commander and drow he was conversing with, he managed to spot across the room . With a smile he Interjected politely.

“Hello, I do hope I'm not intruding in your conversation.. My name is commander Jaworksi of the Terran Federation”

He bowed slightly. He heard stories about the Tannelornian people, and always wanted to meet one face to face. He stood firm yet in a relaxed way, his eyes panning both with curiosity.

The Terrans plan here was simple, they would help this new world discover the universe in all its raw glory, Jaworski would hopefully get a chance to make an offer rather soon, as dictated by his government. He was in constant communications with the state department via QE link to his ship. Mean while the Federation marines stood down, he clumped up in to groups conversing amongst themselves. Keenly observed by the XO as he looked around finally giving up on trying to find some thing of threat. She pushed off from the wall and walked towards the group of soldiers. Before they snapped to attention she waved her hand non nonchalantly and said with relaxed voice.

“At ease.. we should go mingle and get to know these people..”

She nodded to the group who nodded back in agreement one of the solders saying.. “Couldn't hurt I guess, it would be better than standing around talking about ship ops and old war stories.. I wonder if they have any liquor around here..”

He knew the XO wasn't a stickler for regulations under these sort of situations and wouldn't chew him or the soldiers out for having a drink or two. She responded with a scratch of her chin.. “well I hope they do, well I'm going to go mingle” she said that waving her hand back at them, and turning around her hair moving over her face slightly. She adjusted her self slicking her black slightly lustrous long hair behind her walking in to the nearest group of drow she could find. Soldiers did the same splitting up in to groups of two and even one at times looking for others to converse with. A lot of the women were indeed appealing to the Terrans, so were a lot of the males..As Terrans Have no such thing as sexual orientation.


The ships moved over the poles of the planet, slowly drifting in the darkness of space as the sun light started to bead on their rough blue and Grey hulls emphasizing their large forms with soft yellow light

Arshaw set the glands inside her head to producing a complex, mind-enhancing drug. There was a long history to such an ability to produce drugs, both medicinal and recreational inside the body; originally, when the necrontyr had been a short lived species plagued by cancers and other hazards of a high radiation environment, they had been primitive adaptations to produce painkillers, and then, it had been abused to create more recreational forms. Eventually, the social problems of this were overcome and the necrontyr had integrated far more advanced suites of such, if Arshaw wanted, she could lace a vast variety of aphrodisiacs, recreational drugs, medicinal ones, truth serums, and even poisons, into her own body, or into anyone whom she kissed; though she could use almost any bodily fluid, in some cases (particle density permitting) even exhalation.

But for now she was simply using it as a means of thinking a little faster, over the impending meeting. She sat in part of the star-cruiser Erisavenus, a vast, four kilometer vessel, that was, even now, arriving in orbit over the planet of Dhaun’Eclav.

She’d chosen to come here herself for a number of reasons; not least, that while the necrontyr were a minority in their own country, her ministry had no drow – an even smaller minority – with the requisite qualifications. Necrontyr looked close enough to drow anyway; blue blood coloured tissues a bright blue, and their skin a light blue-grey, and her hair was silver-white. Indeed, she even had pointy ears; though she was far taller than drow, standing over six and a half feet.

Of course, there were other complications; she wanted a chance to assess these drow herself. If she wanted, she could easily have the nation invaded, but such a sledgehammer tool was not always the best way to change a culture, or interact with them. It certainly wasn’t too productive. Indeed, she’d never ordered such a thing. However, there would likely be much on Dhaun’Eclav that she would disapprove of; but even pointing certain elves (to be specific, what the drow would think of when they said elves) she knew of in their direction would be a needlessly brutal policy.

Of course, none of this would be openly said, at the moment. Instead, she would visit alone, and play the role of an interested, benevolent, even friendly, diplomat.

She viewed herself as such, in any case, but she must appear to be one to her hosts, as well as being so in her own view.

She looked at a table containing a number of gifts, some simply elaborate gifts, some, with a hidden message. They could wait for now; Faerzress was unlikely to be a problem for the Erisavenus; its teleportation systems were vast and sophisticated, and backed by its immense intellect. However, for now, she decided she would be teleported to the surface, at the previous meeting point; on the off-chance they weren’t there, well, she was sure something could be done.

She nodded to the ship, and was displaced to the planet’s surface, with a loud pop of air rushing in to the vacuum created by her removal. She was dressed for the occasion, far less elaborately than she usually would; in a simple, silver-grey dress that left her shoulders and arms bare, with a belt upon which hung an elaborate, imported sword, with a distinctly aggressive, drow-like aesthetic. The many other devices and protections she wore were more difficult to spot; just as the pistol and knife (actually a knife missile, a highly effective, if disguised, killing machine) were obvious. In many social situations, powerful drow of her prior experience preferred light dresses, rather than elaborate armour, a subtle display of one’s power. Despite this, though, Arshaw was not prepared to be quite so undressed; there was dignity as other polities representatives would consider it to be considered, after all.

***Dhaun E'Clav Orbit***

Lord Erendil Moonshadow was bored, having not been part of the landing party due to having the honour of being the Captain of the DCN Durandal, or as he was referred to by the rest of the fleet, Yannericil's Chauffeur. Orbital space was quickly filling up with ships of all descriptions. Erendil noticed several familiar as well as unfamiliar designs, one design in particular interested him. It was a ship, not terribly advanced but spaceworthy, drifting several hundred thousand kilometers away that he was focused on. Unknown to any Tannelornian data banks, it was reasonable to assume they came from some unexplored part of the galaxy. Erendil, not wishing to let Yannericil have all the fun decided to initiate a first contact of his own.

He ordered the Commsman to send a simple greeting message, one of many pre programmed messages, broadcast in several thousand languages. It greeted the Sullen Pride with a generic message claiming to come in peace and wish to get to know the others. Erendil was planning on hosting a party of his own, after all he hadnt left the ship in the better part of eight months, and had to flit around from star to star at the fancy of Yannericil and the young master...and he never got to go. Being an elf, he was prone to extremes of all forms of emotions, including boredom...especially boredom.

He sat down in his chair, awaiting his response, ordering knights to prepare a room and several cases of vintage wine, taken from the savage tribes of Yartor VIII as tribute. Officially it was not encouraged to play gods to primitives, but Yannericil had decided it would be a good idea to teach the Young master why primitives were to be left to their own devices.

***Dhaun E'clav, House Mel Mtor***

So far the party had been very interesting, the young drow girl who had escorted the delegation to Mel Mtor had found herself in a rather embarassing predicament, which had brought smiles of amusement to Yannericil and Ivan, a look of thinly veiled jealous disgust from Katarina, and a rather shocked look to Janus's face.

"See my boy, that's what we call the curse, you see once every month, women undergo a transformation and an affliction, this is why we men have our safe rooms, in case a group of women all recieve their curse at once." Yannericil chuckled, whispering to the Janus. Janus looked confused and slightly horrified. "What sort of transformation, they seem to appear the same to me?" Yannericil shook his head and smiled. "My boy, you cant see the changes, it happens mainly in their mind. though there are some outward signs, I would not suggest you seek them, but be especially careful of women not wearing white." Yannericil touched his nose knowingly.

Janus looked a little pale upon hearing this news. Fortunately for him, Yannericil was interrupted by some strange looking humans, whom he recognised..barely to be Fedral's. Yannericil started introducing himself to the Fedrals in a polite and cordial manner, while leaving Ivan, Janus and Katarina to fend for themselves.

Katarina simply stood off to the side pouting, her recent and rather humiliating rejection at the hands of Janus was no easier to take when surrounded by a veritable horde of virile and beautiful women. That and the fact that the girl who had brought them here had still not put away her breast made her acutely aware of her own B cup. Ivan on the other hand seemed to be in heaven. He was rather openly leering at many of the girls around him, and leaned in whispering to Janus.

"Hey, you should ask her if she needs help with her breast." Ivan grinned, looking towards Iymbreenafae. The teenager decided to have Janus distract her now, acting as wingman as he had decided that no matter which "babe" he "banged" so long as it wasnt Iymbreenafae it would be good. It was not so much that Ivan found her ugly, rather it was the fact that he didnt find the wings at all natural, nor was he really impressed by large breasts. Janus on the other hand, was having an incredibly hard time keeping his eyes away from the bobbing appendage, and Ivan had noticed it.

Without warning..or even a chance to reply Ivan pushed Janus in to Iymbreenafae. Janus apologised and managed to stammer out. "Excuse me miss." He stared directly at her chest, unable to help himself. Janus had never before seen such a sight before him, in fact he wasn't even aware breasts could come quite that big. "Iymbreenafae yes? Do you uh need any help fixing your chest?" Janus was only able to point at her breast, standing rigid and very tense.

Ivan saw him starting to talk to the winged girl, and immediately dove in to the crowd, passing out compliments and pleasantries that would make a sailor blush, to every drow woman he could see. He stopped in front of one in particular, a sulking, willowy drow who glared at the Matron mother. This one has spunk!! Ivan thought to himself, he strode towards her purposefully, looming over her with his seven foot nine inch frame. "Are you an astronaut?" Ivan asked with a wide grin on his face. Before she could even respond to his ridiculous question he spied Yannericil moving to introduce himself to the Matron mother after finishing his conversation with the Fedral party, then turned back to Ilphriia. "Because your ass is out of this world."

[OOC: This is just setting the stage for a drow party; most drow parties end in orgies but this will not be roleplayed.]

The group of males stood in awe at the C'tan diplomat. Pharhriir'oj greeted her most humbly. "Ah welcome Minister! Your arrival was fascinating; you must be very powerful wizard indeed. Welcome to Dhaun'Eclav as well and may I add you look lovely this evening." He bowed with flourish. After reciting the basic laws of the land the envoy went under to the party. As soon as they reached the house a second, much larger envoy was dispatched to the surface to await other outlanders.



* * *


The party was definitely livening up and it was a milestone for the drow. For the first time in two hundred years they were excited to have outlanders in the house. Yes, it was a sight indeed, everyone buzzing around; brews being handed to every man, woman, child, drone and anything in between that attended.

Most of the drow scattered in the halls chatting up every outlander. A pack of females with their rock gnome slaves chained on a leash like small dogs approached the Fedral Terran's. Twin high priestesses were both the first to speak up. "Nice to meet you, I am High priestess Chaleri and this is my twin sister High Priestess Laeldra'une. Are those your slaves or your servants and if they are your slaves why do you permit them to run so freely?" Chaleri gestured towards the Fedral entourage, asking curiously.

Laeldra'une also spoke out in interest. "I wish to know about your strange magical artifacts." She questioned about the technological devices above ground. Soon after more drow females circled Jaworski to ask questions.

Sabdira, a soon to be priestess in training, scoured the halls looking for a worthy male but could not spot one. Her view shifted over to a slender physique that caught her eye and left her moist. Known as Jarworski's XO; Sabdira glided over to her and began to flirt wildly.

Bhinroos stood in the room examining everyone. He was taken back by the clones but never the less, his thirst for knowledge forced him to approach the clones. "Good evening I am Bhinroos, soldier to the House Mel'mtor militia. I am intrigued by your magical armour and weapons. Do you prefer skinning your enemies for the final kill or piking them while they are still semi-conscious? Which screams are more exquisite? I personally prefer piking."

The chatter was broken by Ilphriia's shrieks of rage. "Not only am I out of this world but I'm out of your league you moronic, pathetic excuse for male. You embarrass yourself, your diplomatic party, and your nation. For the record yes, I am an astronaut. I'm gonna make you see the cosmos themselves." Without fail of Ilphriia being herself she punched him in the face several times before realizing she broke her hand.

She panicked realizing that her curled deformed fingers were broken in such a way it resembled a dead spider. She screamed flipping her hand over as this was a blasphemy to Lolth herself and cast a healing spell. Ilphriia was on the verge of a mental break. The stench of her mothers deceit was suffocating her not to mention the daemon which stood before her. Surely he couldn't be human or anything close; she had beaten her fair share of humanoids and he was far more powerful than anything she'd seen before.

The Matron Mother buzzed around Yannericil lecherously. The Matron Mother had seduced orcs, daemons, vampires, gnomes, Illithid, drider, Succubus and Incubus', even a dragon or two aswell as children. Never a humanoid though and she intended to fully. "So Yannericil is it? What an enchanting name, how would you like to sleep with the Matriarch of Mel'mtor. I won't waste any time, I'm nearing six hundred and wish to sleep with every race before I should die. So how about it?" She seemed fascinated by his beard; she cupped his chin in one hand and whispered "Later." and then brushed her finger across her lips.

Amongst all the commotion Iymbreenafae was speechless. Never had a male imposed on her in such a way... it was actually very arousing. She covered herself and grinned. "What's your name?" She fluttered around him twirling about. It was not easy being a drow alu fiend; Though she was not fully a succubus; it was well known across Mel'mtor that she had the sexual appetite of one. She smiled gently brushing her nails against his shoulders. "I'm fine for putting my chest away. What brings you to me?"

Pharhriir'oj was feeling rather exhausted and ready to unwind at the festivities. He assumed since he was beneath drow females, he'd give a try at the Tannelornian woman. It only made sense he was above her since she was an outlander. He approached her slowly with a wry grin. "I must say my lady, you are a breathtaking sight."

He said a small spell and conjured a small bouquet of flowers handing them to her. "You know us drow males, are trained to please women from birth and I am still alive after two hundred and fifty years thus proving my ability to please, for if I couldn't I wouldn't be here right now." He bowed and kissed her hand erotically.

Greyala spotted Ivan and knew he would be the one she would have tonight. She walked up to him curling around his massive arm. "Don't worry she's not female enough for you. I on the other hand am Greyala and I will sleep with you." Ilphriia turned shaking with fury, drew her dagger biting her lip so hard it pierced through. "Keep your hands off of him you two gold pieced whore. He wants me and its going to stay that way." Greyala snorted taking offense. "Oh I am the whore? I've only slept with sixty men; all of Mel'mtor knows you surpass me by a tenfold... at least."

Both drew their knives and rolled on the ground fighting, until they were both cut open and naked like ancient gladiators. Before the cheering could even start Greyala laid limp on the floor headless. Ilphriia stood clothed in blood and held up Greyala's head. "To the Glory of Lolth!!"

It was quite the festivities but soon it would be a drow party.

a New dropship land an out walk a man standing at 199cm tall

"i'am Emperor Wolf and my clones have sent word that the ruler who has good looks would like to talk of friendship"said Wolf (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/RE420Leon.jpg) as he shoulders his Rifle (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/HellFireARGL.jpg) which was the same that was carried by the two soldier all readly here and waering the same Armour (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/FT%20Things/AbyssCombatArmour.jpg)

EDIT ooc just say he was shown the way an any one Importants can talk to him now

A slight flirtatious grin came over jaworski's pale face as he watched as the females circled him, this culture was curious to him , he stood more relaxed his slender yet semi masculine form emphasized by his uniform. He took a cup filled with liquor , just as his soldiers and his Xo had he looked at it and smiled taking a sip of the liquid his supple lips moving over the edge of the glass. He responded to Chaleri first with a slight bow then in a diplomatic yet strong and deep tone.

“Well they are our soldiers or warriors to put in another term rather than slaves or servants... we did not know what to expect when we came down here, so we took a security detail. I also might mention you and your sister have appealing names and appealing looks. ”

his eyes wandered across the females features in an interested manner as he said this.

He then turned to the second female his grin widening as he gently bowed to her, his perfect white teeth semi visible as he responded to her query.

“Well, its all science really, we have exploited things that can naturally happen in our universe and put them towards our benefit, weapons, ships that travel through the stars. We can even tellaport ourselves with out using magic, as our people do not know that art. For generations we have been refining them and building them in to what they are now, and we would be more than happy to show your people the way to the stars”

he said bowing his eyes locking on both of the females once more. His eyes had a strange deep tone to them. They looked slightly aged and experienced , as they've seen much in the past years.. mean while his soldiers continued to mingle flirting with various males and females just plain talking or going on about their lives....


Sargent Shepard who was looking at both sexes, said to him self as he peered around.

“These people are quite interesting indeed”


Jamie smiled at the young female as she looked over her, a grin coming over her soft slightly tanned smooth face. Her hair waving slightly as she nodded, holding her hand out.

“Hello there, its nice to meet you, who might you be”

she said in a respectful yet flirtatious tone of voice

she said bowing a solider saluting as he walked past, she saluted back turning her attention female.

The party seemed to be going well for the Terran, they hoped they would not make any social mistakes, as they were indeed curious about this culture, yet knew nothing about their mysterious ways. Hopefully, tonight would be a night that they would learn about them both diplomatically and informally

Arshaw took a moment to deliberately look down on the greeter, it wouldn’t do to be seen as being too impressed, curtly replying, “Not as such,” and then simply followed, with a long, ground eating stride. Necrontyr night vision per se, wasn’t terribly good, but they could see a little way into infrared. Arshaw herself, however, was one of the more augmented examples of the species, and much of her internals were replaced or improved in one way or another, and as such, she could detect in minute detail her environment, walking calmly in the deep, even where light was low.

The party had been going on for a few hours when Arshaw arrived. The Matron Mother who was now coiled around Yannericil broke away for a few moments and greeted her personally. "Welcome, Minister Arshaw." She stood there looking her over. "Please enjoy yourself. Also, House Mel'mtor would like to take up your offer to send a delegation to your world but we have no means to get there." Before anyone could even speak a word she wrapped herself even tighter around Yannericil.

This was like any other drow party. First, everyone mingles and dances. Then, everyone goes into private quarters for hot massages. Lastly, the orgy that ensued at every party. But, unlike every other party the only difference this time was the massive concert that would be playing.

Mel'mtor as powerful of a house that it was, they were renowned across Dhaun'Eclav for their hedonism rather than their torturing. At a first glance in the party it appeared as if the females were all in heat and looking for a mate. To other houses it was an affront to Lolth to mingle with outlanders, but the Matron Mother and house Mel'mtor's views of the world had changed greatly over the last sixty-two years since the discovery of the transmission.

Wolf was drinking from a flask as he looks around the room

"remind me of home when the girls want to play. i wonder how long before they start trying to pick me up for some fun in a bed" Wolf said to himself as he keep watching

She has the curse! Yannericil thought to himself, looking the lusty Matron Mother over. He waited until she was finished speaking to the newcomer, he looked the newcomer squarely in the eyes, being an inch taller then she, then turned back to the Matron mother putting on his best schoolboy grin. "Oh now Matron Mother, what is this, engaging the two of us in Diplomatic gesturing at the same time?"

Yannericil was choosing his words now, carefully avoiding even a thinly veiled refusal or acceptance to the Matron Mothers suggestion. "Skillful you must be in the arts of delicate politic, though as much is to be expected from such a wise and experienced leader, however one must be careful as to how much responsibility she takes on, as at times it is possible to burden themselves with too much." The Knight Commander was quickly coming to understand that this quaint little society was indeed ruled by the women before him. Little wonder then, that they were unable to reach the stars themselves. Yannericil, being one of the old guard of Tannelorn, believed that a woman's place was firmly behind a man, speaking when spoken to and generally saying nothing, so as not to disturb "man talk" with their hormones, fashion and other general silliness.

He would often point to the failings of the Prefecture's government as being directly related to allowing women to gain ranks as high as Consul. In fact he thought the Divine Celestial Navy to have gone mad when, five hundred years ago, they allowed women to attain the rank of Captain.

So with all these personal prejudices at the forefront of his mind, Knight Commander Yannericil did the only thing he, nay, any hot blooded Tannelornian man could do. He discreetly but very firmly squeezed her buttocks, then patted them gently after as he would any woman that voiced too much of an opinion around him. Hopefully there would never be any question of whether or not he was negotiating from a superior position.

He then winked knowingly at the Matron and turned his attention to the Newcomer. "Hmmm, you must be high in rank where you come from." Yannericil looked over Arshaw's dress. The woman would have absolutely no idea of course that he was quite blatantly calling her old. However that was no reason not to be polite, after a fashion. Yannericil's diplomatic specialty always had been to "shock and awe" a diplomatic party with small talk, conversing and mingling for a whole night while saying absolutely nothing of value.

Ivan on the other hand was completely shocked at the events that had just followed. The hot [at least according to Ivan] alien girl had just broken her hand on his face, then murdered another woman in cold blood right in front of him. However, at the same time the woman had done it over him. Not really knowing how to react over two women fighting over a man, and not really wanting to give up a chance to score with a "hot alien chick", Ivan stood there, grinning and posing in such a way as to expose his rather formidable muscles.

Ivan found himself strangely attracted to a woman who knew how to use a knife almost as well as he did, and despite the horrific act of violence she had just committed, he really wanted to get to know this woman, intimately. Strangely enough for Ivan, Yannericil's own protege, that even included her personality, which Yannericil had assured him in women was a trick. Ivan waited till Ilphriia had finished her display to her primitive Goddess, then moved in, picking her up in one arm and starting to at least attempt, to furiously make out with the blood soaked priestess. Ivan in romance, as in all things lacked any form of tact, however he was very large and this often made up for many problems.

Karamina on the other hand, stood around in shocked horror at the festivities going on, especially at Janus and that alien trollop he was talking to. By the time Phariir'oj reached her, she was fuming and simply shot him a look that any drow male would see as preceding a slow and painful death, then she strode over to Janus, preparing to rest him away from the alien. It was a miracle the flowers didn't whither under her fiery gaze. She didn't even shoot Phariir'oj a second glance, deeming any man that much shorter then her to be completely unworthy, even for an attempt at trying to coerce Janus over to her through jealousy. She managed to smack Ivan in the kidneys as she walked by, punishing him for his continued crudeness and attempted to interrupt Iymbreenafae and Janus' polite conversation.

Janus was trying to stammer out an explanation. "Well you see, Miss I was not sure if you were aware if your uh, predicament, I simply came over, as any virtuous knight would to see if you needed assistance, lest unsavory individuals foster impure thoughts which might bloom in to impure deeds." he could not wipe the idiot grin off his face for the life of him. The only girl he had really been around for his entire life was Karamina, and lately she was starting to act weird around him.

He had absolutely no idea how to react to Iymbreenafae, so he decided to just trust his instincts, as the animals of the wild did. He looked at her for any physical signs of her mood. He was not as adept at reading body language as your average boy of four, but he was able to pick up that Iymbreenafae was indeed interested in talking to him, and not indeed angry. Just two days ago he had made that mistake with Karamina, who was mad at him for something, likely stemming from an incident where Janus was forced to flee, naked from the showers.


Which he had mistakenly thought were the womens showers. Later he learned that it was Katarina who had entered the wrong stall. When he had asked if she would like to spar, he at first thought she seemed delighted at the prospect, but later he learned she had indeed been angry at him, mainly because she stabbed him repeatedly when he attempted to shake hands at the end of a good match.

With this in mind he concentrated carefully, using total recall to remember his social lessons from Yannericil, he however did not listen much to Yannericils jests about women. [Luckily Yannericil was not Janus sole guardian and educator.] He watched Iymbreenafae carefully, noting the rise in her heart rate, the fullness of her lips and her posture, matching it with his lessons. He was not sure entirely of her emotional state and thus her diplomatic posture towards him, then suddenly an epiphany.The flower is ready to bloom! it blossomed cryptically in his mind.

It was at that time that Karamina came up behind a Janus who was grinning like an idiot, and staring intently on a very,very close Iymbreenafae. Karamina shot daggers with her eyes at Iymbreenafae, when she was sure she wasnt looking of course, Jealousy was unladylike. She stood as close to the pair as she could, thrusting her breasts out for good measure and putting on her most plastic smile. "Greetings, Iymbreenafae, I see you have met Young Master Janus Tsaratov, I hope he has not been boring you too much with his fanciful stories." She then smiled so wide her eyes turned to circles, and attempted to move even closer to Janus.

It was at that point that Janus gave a look like a startled deer caught in a head lights. Yannericil's warning shone clearly in his mind. This is why we men have our safe rooms, in case a group of women all recieve their curse at once. He kept this new epiphany to himself, believing that he understood now why Karamina had been acting so strangely. She was cursed as well, he glanced over at Yannericil, realising he was in a similiar predicament with the Alien mother. Janus was now very much wishing for his own "safe room", though he stoically conquered his fear, and stepped just a little closer to Iymbreenafae. She at least seemed stable and not under the effects of the curse...at least not yet.

Yannericil had told him little more then this, and Janus then found himself wondering whether or not the curse could be transmitted by contact, and he maneuvered himself slightly in front of Iymbreenafae. Shielding her from proximity to Karamina, partly out of a sense of duty and wishing to protect her from such an affliction, and partly out of fear of them both having the curse at once. He then smiled widely, and very..very nervously.

However a loud commotion in the center of the room the Treuhelfers started singing and attempting to dance with in the large crowd of drow women who had gathered around Jacrowski. They wipped Mechadenrites and legs everywhere, not enough to harm anyone but most definetly enough to fighten them. As the seemingly innocuous looking little automatons took on an entirely more menacing light with masses of mechanical tentacles and other limbs waving around them.

This was looking to be the best party Knight Commander Yannericil had visited in years.

If Arshaw had parsed the insult directed at her from the host’s current, well, squeeze, then she didn’t show it. Indeed, even if she’d made that connection, it wouldn’t have insulted her – she ultimately thought of herself as coming from a culture that had elaborate masks as part of some dress styles as a legacy from the time when severe disfigurements were commonplace. While she could appreciate beauty just fine, there was little reason, to her mind, for aging to be undesirable; not that she showed any signs of that.

Instead, she simply focussed her attention on the Matron Mother, nodding, “Matron Mother… Zeskiira'wyss Mel'mtor,” she only had that name from carefully listening on the way, with finely tuned senses that were honed and trained to pick up useful overhead snippets. “We can certainly provide transport, though the destination I have in mind is but one of many worlds, specifically, the cities on the moon Tuat. But anyway, I sense that you have other immediate things to do. I’m sure you must have some matriarch or reverend mother who can be delegated for such things, you’re far too busy for me to waste your time by making you answer trivial questions,” the phraseology there was designed to imply that Arshaw had the power to do so. Despite this, there was no spite in her choosing to use such a phrase, the workings of the ‘traditional’ drow society were recorded such that it was simply the way to interact; there was little concept of interaction of equals; one was either dominant, or submissive, in any conversation. Arshaw expected her mild appropriation of the former role to breed resentment, but the drow were not, on the whole, stupid (substantially less so than humans in this regard) and caution would doubtless prevail in any thoughts of revenge that it bred. Of course, the more knowledge she gave of her kind, the more caution would follow.

How dare he! I do that to the young males. Who does he think he is treating me as a lesser. I'm enraged but... incredibly aroused. I will make him pay for his insolence. The Matron Mother thought to herself smiled politely, grinding against him. She wasn't particularly paying attention to Arshaw, after Yannericil so she missed or appeared to miss her insult; revenge for later.

"Though it is a gracious invitation; you are right, I am far too important here to leave for Tuat. I can have a delegation ready to attend your world within a tenday. In the meanwhile please enjoy the company of our master wizard Pharhriir'oj. He is an excellent conversationalist and dancer."

She turned to the wizard who was busy courting Katarina and began to speak the secret drow hand language shielding from all but each other, while giving Pharhriir'oj a scathing look. After a few minutes with a depressing sigh he walked over towards Arshaw with a beaming smile.

"Hello again, Minister Arshaw. would you care to dance? Oh and please do tell me about your people, your places, your planet, your riches and magic, but most importantly I wish to know about you." He grinned batting his lashes. "Your hopes, your dreams, your favourite form of torture.

Chaleri was busily making conversation with Jaworski. He was appealing to her, it intrigued her see a man taller than her. "Please, go on. Tell me about your country, about everything." She grinned softly. Unlike her sister, Laeldra'une was rather uninterested in Jaworski or his technology. "Oh Chaleri you'll have fun with him, he looks like hes been with as many men as you have by the way he sucks on his glass. She laughed and left the two of them to flirting.

* * *

Music began playing and everyone pooled into the middle of the hall to dance. The party was now in full swing and anything now would be anyone's guess.

In the corner Iymbreenafae stood mingling with Janus. At first she didn't even acknowledge Katarina's pressence, nor did she even really think she would sleep with Janus; but Katarina was quickly becoming a nuisance and anyone with half a brain could see why. "Well Janus, I would love to hear more about your nation." She shot a taunting look to Katarina and slyly coiled herself over Janus. "I'm afraid it's too loud to hear. Why don't we dance for a while and then go somewhere quiet to... talk."

Ilphriia began screaming in rage spurting profanities and stabbing Ivan in the shoulder. The Matron Mother who was busily trying to seduce walked over to Ilphriia and slapped her across the face repeatedly while screaming. "You will sleep with him if he says to. If he says anything he wants, you do it for the good of Mel'mtor and we'll see if you live past night."

The Matron Mother came running back to Yannericil. She groped him again and again every time he tried to walk away. "Where do you think you're going?" She grinned and yanked him close to her.

Susplin was just finished eating when she got up to dance and noticed a newcomer who peaked her interests. She walked up to the emperor "Nice to meet you I've over heard you are Wolf?" She bowed politely and smiled. "Your armour is impressive."

Iymbreenafae giggled lustily at Janus hoping he would get the hint. She knew Katarina was no match for her and toying with Janus would be even sweeter because of how Katarina was behaving. She pulled Janus to the dancefloor wrapping her arms around him and smiling wickedly at Katarina.

Vicinil sat down at a table and began painting her nails. Ilphriia was not the only one displeased with the Matron Mother, but Vicinil being a hundred years old knew there was always a time for arrogance and until then any emotion you feel, you keep to yourself." To distract herself from any discontent she had she approached Sabdira. "Mmm... May I join you girls this evening." She grinned propositioning the two women.

Dirzdra'urra sat alone sulking saw Vicinil approaching them. Life is so cruel. How come no one is attracted to me? If Lolth was loving and benevolent I would have someone drooling over me too. She though to herself before getting up, deciding if Vicinil could do it then so could she. Susplin walked over to the girls and joined them.

Waerril'erelva a common who sneaked into the party decided to make herself known by imposing on Yannericil. The young girl figured Yannericil would want her rather than a six hundred year old, dried up granny. Prying herself between Yannericil and The Matron Mother she smiled at him. "Excuse me I am Waerril'erelva. Why don't you let me show you around?"

Susplin was just finished eating when she got up to dance and noticed a newcomer who peaked her interests. She walked up to the emperor "Nice to meet you I've over heard you are Wolf?" She bowed politely and smiled. "Your armour is impressive."

"You over heard right thats in my name and the armour dose it's job of keep one alive till you can kill those who trying to kill you"said Wolf as he looks at her

"now would you care to tell me your name and get to the point of what you really want to do with me tonight"

i know what you want ,but you not getting any till you say so Wolf thinks as he looks at her up and down

Arshaw smiled at Pharhriir’oj, reaching down to grab his backside as she pulled him against her; in fact, she had to lean down a little to do this, whispering into his ear, “Certainly,” she said, making a point of checking internally that the suite of devices that worked to prevent influence on her mind (they had their limits, mind, and they were designed to force an opponent to do lethal damage) was working properly before leading him off to the dance floor. “How about a little exchange, though. I’ll tell you a little of where I come from, and then you will tell me something similar; personally, I mostly live on a starship, though far smaller than the one I arrived in, as being out contacting people is rather important to my job. However, I originally come from Duat, a world not unlike this one externally, with a surface with vast growing fields and towering cities Its climate is a little hotter than most, but it still has solid ice caps at the poles. Below the surface, almost the entire mass of the world has been made useable for one thing or another, and it’s possible to stand a mere few feet from the center of the world...” she smiled, and lightly swatted his backside, “your turn…” she said, glancing up. She surveyed the room for a moment, picking a lone drow with a particularly sulky expression, Dirzdra'urra, though Arshaw didn’t know the name, and giving her a sultry smile and a wink over Pharhriir’oj’s head.

Dancing; she was good, but this was actually not a talent she could claim responsibility for, it was something she’d learnt by mental inloading as part of her current position. In fact, it was an inloaded training regime that allowed her to rapidly join groups dancing in even unfamiliar styles so long as she could see them, rapidly subconsciously picking up on movements and programming them into her memory, even into her muscle memory. She wasn’t perfect, nor even terribly good, but she was learning very quickly indeed, a natural. She looked down at her partner, holding the same sultry, knowing smile, and looked into his (presumably) red eyes with a fascinated expression, waiting for him to reply.

Knight Commander Yannericil was and accomplished dancer, as well as singer and musician. It was his duty to teach the Young Master such things as the joys of life wine, women, song and dance. This was the reason he was chosen to be Janus surrogate father. So when the Matron Mother returned from disciplining her daughter Ilphriia for her outburst against Young Ivan, he greeted her with a bow and took her hand.

It was at this moment that Waerril'erelva chose to intercede between the Matron Mother and Knight Commander Yannericil. He noted her appearance and demeanor, as well as her utter stupidity. Women, at least according to Yannericil, were mystical creatures, random and capricious as the harsh elements of nature. He had just noted that in this matriarchy, the females were insanely jealous of one another. It was virtually legal for high ranking women to kill lower ranked women over men. In many tribal cultures, this was the way that men chose their own wives, so Yannericil thought nothing of it. However, when this innocent and rather dumb young woman came up to them, attempting to steal him away from the most powerful woman on this planet, he acted virtuously, if not just to avoid being caught in the middle of the ensuing act of murder.

He reached out to the Aether and planted a suggestion inside Waerril'erelva's mind. I am much to good for you, you should flee this party, now and find some nice boy, get married and have lots of children while cooking him fine suppers and attending his manly needs. Yannericil added the last bit as a bit of a joke, then turned back to the Matron Mother, hoping the situation diffused.

As she started to attempt to assert her dominance over him, he took the lead in the dance, forcefully grabbing hold of her, lower on the waist then one was supposed to be, in fact not on the waist at all. He grabbed hold, squeezing hard and pulling outwards while maintaining his solid grip.Yannericil grinned lecherously at her. "My lady, it astounds me how one so beautiful as yourself could come to this party without a chaperone of her own. Though I will admit that I am deeply grateful for that fact." he leaned in dangerously close, tickling her lips with his beard before dipping her away and pulling her back up.

Yannericil was doing his level best to put her firmly in a submissive stance, all the easier to learn more information from her and put him in a position to negotiate from.

Ivan however was enjoying himself greatly. At first he hadn't even realised he had been stabbed, at least until the sharp twang of the knife breaking on his bone. Hmmm hard to get eh? Ivan thought to himself, just in time for her mother to come over and tell her to sleep with him.

Ivan grinned, he couldn't believe his luck, the Matron Mother then returned to Yannericil's side and Yannericil gave him an almost imperceptible thumbs up. Heavens divine Light!!! can it be! am I Aramir Yannericil's wingman? Ivan grinned as Ilphriia managed a smile. Paying no heed to how Ilphriia was wearing bloody tatters he started to dance with her, not the ballroom dancing he saw around him, but down and dirty, turning her in place and putting his hands on her hips. Before she could react he started to force her to gyrate her hips, moving them from side to side as he followed her movements with his.

Ivan started whispering sweet nothings in her ear. It wasnt that Ivan was a bad dancer, he was actually quite good. In this time and place however, Ivan displayed his usual lack of tact to the fullest, choosing perhaps one of the raunchiest dances he could imagine, to one of the worst people he could possibly do it to. Still Ivan was an eight foot tall genetically engineered superman, once he got going it was pretty hard for anything short of a HMF to stop him.

Janus was paying full attention to the exchange between Iymbreenafae and Karamina, and he knew enough to remain silent while Karamina fumed. Before she could respond, Iymbreenafae started to drag him away. By the look she was giving Janus, he knew she would be very mad at him if he went with Iymbreenafae. However Janus couldn't think of a good reason not to go with Iymbreenafae. So in the interests of Interstellar peace, and because of the fact he was honestly interested in talking to her in private and getting to know this strange, beautiful alien better. After all she was the first alien he had ever conversed with, and the first girl other then Karamina he had met under the age of one hundred.

Once he was sure they were out of sight of Karamina, he started to slow dance with Iymbreenafae. He had been watching the other party goers and had gotten a good picture of the art of flirtation. Thanks to his advanced mind and mental training he was able to quickly observe information, that and as a youth he had enjoyed reading many stories, most of which involved a virtuous knight somehow entangled with a lady, sometimes virtuous, sometimes not. However the story ended, most were actually very well written and specifically chosen by Yannericil to be able to teach the boy how to interact better with women.

He risked putting his hand on her backside, and pulled her in close with the other, whispering in her ear, loud enough for her to hear. "I apologise for my dancing, it is not often I get a chance to test my training in it, but i couldn't have asked for a better teacher." he pulled slowly away looking in to her eyes and flashed her a wolfish grin, then moved back in. "Though, your suggestion on finding somewhere more quiet is almost as appealing as your smile." he blew softly in her ear, he was trying his best to emulate Yannericil without stooping to the same chauvinistic lows of his mentor. Though he loved him like a Father he was, thankfully not left entirely to Yannericil for education, and thus was spared his narrow world view.

He found himself gazing once more at her cleavage, raised his face quickly and flashed that wolfish grin again, he brushed his lips past her's and stood back holding her hands in his. He held her gaze for a long while and motioned gently towards a side door leading out of the festhall.

He raised his eyebrow in a question and smiled. He did wish to speak to her away from the dance, where he could question her with less ears about, and perhaps even steal a kiss from the beautiful alien. He also knew that if Karamina saw him carrying on like this, he would need a safe room.

The Treuhelfer's were also enjoying themselves, attempting to dance with as many delegates as possible, drow, fedral, Isan and even the C'tan were all assailed by their tentacles, gently of course but none the less disconcerting.

They started to sing along to the music, making up their own words with a very limited and child like imagination. The cybernetic creatures were not too intelligent, capable of following commands and holding basic conversations. However they were capable of emotion and it gave them great joy to be meeting so many different people of so many different worlds.

Of course that didn't stop them from being clumsy and somewhat annoying, it was a rare person that would tell that to a three meter long metal bug. Its happy face was scary enough.

[OOC: I'll respode to TFU when he gets the chance to respond. I'm not excluding him.]




Things were livening up and all the bards of Mel'mtor were playing at the dance tonight. The laughing and chatter could be heard far past the cultural integrity barriers. Fireworks were sparkling throughout the dark cavern illuminating the city ever so often and even hours after the party had started people were filtering into house Mel'mtor.

The Matron Mother was delighted, not only was she having a decent evening; a better one than she thought she'd have, especially with the rumors of someone trying to dethrone her going round. She had grown fond of the blonde haired man standing before her. She wasn't falling for him per se, but he had a special place in her heart, far more than any other male had before.

So she let him lead the dance clenching his right shoulder with her left hand and twirling with his. She could feel his attraction was not pure but the gesture alone was flattering."Well Yannericil, you see. I am the Matriarch, the males here are far beneath me" she grinned and brushed her hand against his cheek. "and although you are too, I see I made a good choice in a dancing partner."

She continued to dance with him as Waerril'erelva pouted away. She was grabbed by two guards and thrown into the pits of driders, never to be seen again. She followed in the dance twirling around him. "Please, tell me more about where you come from."

Ilphriia stood there moving with Ivan. This is the final straw. I'm going to kill her for the good of Mel'mtor and for the Glory of Lolth. She's gone mad; how can she let a MALE have his way with me? She thought, fuming to herself. He was attractive but never the less beneath her and Ilphriia couldn't understand why her mother was behaving in such a despicable manner.

"I'm Ilphriia, what's your name?" She said through clenched teeth, fighting herself to not try and stab him again.

Dirzdra'urra who at first was trying to squeeze her way into a lesbianic affair, caught a glimpse of the winking Arshaw out of the corner of her eye. She smiled and fixed her shirt then walked over to the dancing pair. Dirzdra'urra kicked the rather limber male out of her way. "May I cut in?"

Dirzdra'urra was thin a thin girl about three hundred. Her light blonde hair was pulled back into a bun and she smiled at Arshaw with her light blue eyes. She was not the prettiest drow woman nor was she even close. Dirzdra'urra found Arshaw to be quite the beauty. She offered her hand to her chuckled.

Susplin grinned standing before the Emperor she put her hand under her chin. "Interesting. Why don't you show me some... Mmm. Techniques." Susplin flirted with him quite obviously and realized why her mother had truely held the diplomatic party. She must be tired of all the short males too! Susplin inquired to herself while nodding to a corridor.

Iymbreenafae was a devious girl and the only thing she loved more than frolicking naked was to crush the spirit of prissy girls such as Katarina. Although she was attracted to Janus, her means were not entirely for him.
She grinned at him brushing her cool fingers against his ears. "Janus, what's it like where you live?" She nudged him gently gliding her hip past where a cod piece should have been, but unfortunately wasn't.

Footsteps were heard coming down the halls. Iymbreenafae turned and looked to find no other than Shynthrae'zyr her trainer and father figure. "Well, well, I never thought I'd see you dipping beneath your standards to throw yourself at an outlander." He said looking at her rather funny. "Why don't you go antagonize the next females heart you tamper with and leave mine alone."

She dragged Janus to the upper levels of the castle holding back tears, she shook off her weakness and continued on with Janus. She flirted casually with him while asking a series of other questions. "So if the males where you live are taller than the ones here... Is you know? bigger too?" She grinned wickedly.

Susplin grinned standing before the Emperor she put her hand under her chin. "Interesting. Why don't you show me some... Mmm. Techniques." Susplin flirted with him quite obviously and realized why her mother had truely held the diplomatic party. She must be tired of all the short males too! Susplin inquired to herself while nodding to a corridor.

Wolf pulled her closer by putting a arm around her waist

"an do you have any one in mind to join in leaning of them" Wolf asked before planting a kiss on her lips as he squeeze her ass

"now that a niceass you have" Wolf added as he walks with her to the corridor where he would slip his hand up what she was wearing

Jaworski kept a smile on, continuing to speak with Chaleri responding to what ever questions she had. He took another sip of his liquor and relaxed a bit more, his shoulder slumping back as he modified his standing position , drinking more of the liquid he was becoming a bit intoxicated but held his own professionally.. He never met such a race, and he was indeed curious about many things that he had witnessed, he thought maybe in a little be it he would ask about their culture and a people, and history but for now he was having to much fun dabbling in the treacherous waters of flirting and talking.

The music started he looked up and smiled slight shrugging his shoulders, he looked back to Chaleri and said with a soft professional voice.

“Care to dance?”

He said in a kindly manner offering a hand out with a gentle bow, Terrans were not crude, they were polite and professional, this was expected to be a diplomatic function not a party, so of course they acted on their best behavior. Even in an unofficial diplomatic event all the unknowns and first contact situations make them weary of being to relaxed, so they maintained a polite posture all the time. It was rare to see a Terran act crude in front of foreigners they had just met. The Terrans carried buffer packs that stored particle compression carbine rifles and extra energy cells in an atomized state for quick reaction. Jaworksies buffer was simply a blue glowing pack on his uniforms utility belt .

Mean while the rest of the groups wandered around , some marines were placed on point , by the Xo, they activated their buffers and out in a blue flash of energy came a fully functional rifle, they placed their hands on the front grips and held it as it was supposed to be held. They started walking keeping an eye on the senior officers, they passed by the ISA delegation with sharp eyes and scans, they didn't trust the ISA at all...

Mean while Sargent Shepard kept his rifle close at hand in front of a two man squad peering at the senior officers, he motioned with his gloved hand for his two men to take point at opposite ends of the room, to keep an eye on the place, with their cyberneticly enhanced and implanted sensors , he began to ease drop on some conversations , his enhanced hearing picking up various conversations, he could actually listen and ascertain more than one the same went for the rest of the marines on point. They made sure nothing was being planned to endanger them or the ships commanding officers. But they made sure they weren't stepping on any toes while paroling..



Lieutenant Richardson Munro was put in charge of security he was ordered by the second officer to relive some of the security detachments on planet, he and a contingent of specially trained officers were shuttled down to the surface... the shuttle was a small craft, its engines were glowing bright white as it tumbled through the atmosphere towards the original beam sight of the delegates.. Richardson looked around his hands tapping on to the holographic consoles of the ship as it came to a soft landing he nodded off to his team who had their PCR' Locked and loaded, the contingent he was assigned to replace was already a bit tipsy.. this was why he was assigned down here.. him and his crew were also specially trained with special forces tactics, covert operations/infiltration, heavy demolition., and long range sniping. Of course the skills they had wouldn't be needed in this case they were merely replacing drunken marines so the officers inside the party didn't loose extra protection.

Richard was a stern man, reserved quite, strong tall and built, he had black hair and blue eyes, with a soft supple face. He wore a specialized suit with deployable body armor, and a deployable mask, he stepped out of the shuttle on to the planet followed by his four team mates, they wore the insignia of special forces operations command (SOCOM), Richard scanned around using his enhanced hearing and optical sensors to scan various frequencies and zoom in, he located the team he was supposed to replace via QE beacons emitting a signal . his personal avatar picked it up.... he motioned to one of his female team mates to come over ,and said in a commanding voice..

“Keep your eyes and ears open and take point behind us take Austin and Brandon with you, me and Ablertson will go on ahead, and you can follow after we give the all clear under stood Sharon?”


The female nodded and silently sent a QE message to the other officer she was supposed to take point with, she relayed the orders. The team began to walk through towards the tunnel following the exact path of the diplomats and escorts homing in on their signals.. the shuttle went on auto lock down cloaking like it was never there, sealing its doors with force fields and thick blast doors. The team held their rifles close, two lagged behind as two when ahead, scouting and scanning using night vision and various other forms of optical input to see what was going on..

Yannericil continued dancing with the Matron Mother Zeskiira'wyss, he dipped her low to the ground and grinned. "Please Matron Mother, call me Aramir." He spun away and then back to her. "I can also see that, your men folk seem to be very..short, I can understand why they would be so.."inadequate" to a lady of your experience, all things being proportionate." he winked then resumed the dance, placing his hand firmly on her buttocks.

"Though all this pleasantry does have a purpose, doesn't it. I wonder then, what such a beautiful young woman would want aside from simple friendship hmmm?" Yannericil continued to dance with her, locking his eyes with her's. He had been womanizing for longer then many civilizations had existed and could tell that he was having the desired effect.

Tannelornian edicts prevented meddling with cultures not sufficiently advanced to reach the stars on their own. The problem with that Edict was, meddling was just too much fun to pass up in some cases.


Ivan on the other hand, had far simpler goals in mind. "Ivan." he replied to Ilphriia, he started dancing with her again, this time something a little less raunchy. As he did so he continually whispered dirty little things in her ear, letting her in on what he intended to do to her as soon as they could find a private spot.

Karamina scanned the dance floor for Janus and Iymbreenafae, storming about furiously, frightening any drow male foolish enough to get in her way. She had quickly figured out that angry looks from her made the Drow men scatter away from her. She came to the realisation that Janus and Iymbreenafae were no longer there, and set off to notify Yannericil.

What have these wicked temptresses done with my friends! Dark Sorcery is afoot, after all Janus would never have gone off with that huge breasted harlot otherwise. Karamina's eyes narrowed as she approached Yannericil, only to be waved away by him. She sighed, rolling her eyes. She went to the edge of the dance floor, and started to drink.

The Treuhelfers on the other hand noticed several members of the Fedral delegation pull out weapons. The Treuhelfers were in fact cybernetic creatures, with a synthetic brain tied to a computer. This fact was of little merit aside from the fact that they were indeed at a party, and indeed enjoying themselves in the way a small pet might enjoy a large gathering of people and the attention it brought.

However, Treuhelfer's held vast databanks of knowledge and quickly recognised the weapons the Fedral's now brandished. Simple tactical computers lit up and their vision switched to infrared. They stopped dancing and in an instant their cheerful metallic faces changed in to angry forms, eyes like greater then signs and their perfect smiles twisted in to angry scowls. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" They screamed fanning out in front of the Fedrals, deploying various mining tools. "NO GUNS AT PAWTY!!!" they shouted at the soldiers, manipulator tendril's reaching to take the weapons from the Fedral's grasp. This was the reason Treuhelfer's had almost replaced the lion as a family pet to many Tannelornians. Simply put they were not only indispensable as household and factory helpers, miners and companions, but as defenders. Right now they were menacing the Fedral delegation, trying to force them without violence to behave and have fun.

Of course how far the Fedral's would go to press the issue of the guns inside the party itself.

Yannericil looked over at the commotion and chuckled, winking at the Matron Mother, slipping a hand up her shirt discreetly.

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Janus had far more tact then to ask about the exchange between Iymbreenafae and Shynthrae'zyr. "For the last ten years I have lived aboard a star ship, but before that I lived upon the world of Dienan in the Celestial Republic. Its a rocky, arid world, very close to its star though with an atmosphere capable of supporting life. It is so hot in the day time you cannot survive outside without protective gear for more then a few minutes, but..the sunset's are beautiful, always a brilliant red. Of all the worlds I have seen, none have skies that turn to flame in quite the same way." he grinned softly. "Though right now there is no place I would rather be then here."



He was taken a little aback by her second question, though it didn't take him long to figure out the meaning. "Well if all things are proportional, I am taller then your men folk by a hell of a lot, I suppose my you know would be bigger, though if you really want to know you just have to check for yourself. It also depends on a few things." He flashed a smile at her which involuntarily turned in to a wolfish grin.


He was only vaguely aware of the fact that he was quite heavily feeling her up. Snapping out of it he grinned at her sheepishly, moving with her to a nearby window and looking upon the city. He looked at her and smiled again. "Well really, it depends on one thing." he grinned at her, suddenly wrapping his arms around her waist and shoulders, his lips barely an inch from hers.

His blue-brown eyes stared unblinking, right in to her's. "You." he said softly and leaned in.

Susplin bit her lip and giggled. "I supposed there's a few other females I could round up." She called over a handful of females to join them and set out. Susplin was in fact very interested about training techniques though she wanted him to train her alone and then sleep with her, she didn't mind a few other girls attending.

The Matron Mother looked past Yannericil at the Fedral's Terrans. "Why would you bring weapons to a diplomatic parties??" She looked back at Yannericil and smiled. Matron Mother Zeskiira'wyss was Mel'mtor's cruelest Matriarch but for some reason, she found herself melting to Yannericil with ever gliding motion of the dance. Of course being a drow female she had no idea what to call this.

I must make him mine! I must dominate him. She thought to herself and then looked up at Yannericil. "Aramir, I would love to set up a trading route with your country. We have much to offer you." She grinned squeezing the hand under her shirt. Looking over at what she considered Yannericil's demons, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of sorcery he possessed.

Chaleri rather enjoyed the company of Jaworski. After all, all the drow males could talk about were mindless things. It wasn't everyday that Chaleri had the chance to dance or such a gentleman to ask her; how could she not? "I'd love to dance." She held her hand out composing herself from all the liquor.


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The underdark was a mystical place some parts glowing bluish from the Faerzrezz and other parts so dark not even night vision would work. The tunnels had stalagmites and stalactites all around and every which way a person should turn something far more dangerous than them would be lurking. An unusually large group of Chwidencha's were busily fighting over a carcass in one of the tunnels.

The Chwidencha's were nasty little beasts that lurked in the Underdark. A demon summoned by Lolth that has multiple legs and are in the shape of a spider that connect to just a mouth. Each leg moves independently because in each leg a drow soul is trapped for disobeying Lolth, forcing severe undulation.

Running in the tunnels the pack of Chwidencha fought for the carcass until they barreled into the same tunnel the Fedrals special ops happened to be. With a screech that could deafen the Chwidencha went insane, attempting to grab as many of the group they could tearing them apart and devouring them.


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Iymbreenafae blushed so bright that it could be seen past her dark purplish skin. She had longed for something most drow would laugh at: a real family. Though she believed her mother was going through a streak of insanity her mother would think the same of her if word had ever gotten out about her dream. "Well..." She grabbed him and kissed him, throwing him under the covers.

At first she was amused by him, but the more she learned about him the more she was falling for him. She grinned at him under the covers and bit him tearing a rather large chunk of flesh from his throat and then mounted him.
She giggled embarrassingly. "Sorry!"

Susplin bit her lip and giggled. "I supposed there's a few other females I could round up." She called over a handful of females to join them and set out. Susplin was in fact very interested about training techniques though she wanted him to train her alone and then sleep with her, she didn't mind a few other girls attending.

"you can have me all to yourself later" Wolf said to Susplin as he run a hand up her back,as he eyes the others she called over then he spots The Matron Mother

"so tell me who is that beautiful female over there and have any of you done it in zero g"asked Wolf as they head out to have fun

"i must say you know how to have a orgie" Wolf added as he use his free hand to feel up one of the other females with him

Arshaw smiled at her previous partner, “Don’t be straying too far,” she teased, briefly giving him a fleeting kiss, that was subtly laced with before pulling Dirzdra’urra to her, by the hand, wrapping an arm around her waist, and took hold of her new partner in much the same way she had held the last; the female drow was a little taller, of course. The necrontyr woman’s skin was hot to the touch, or at least, comfortably warm – in the thermal vision most drow were able to summon, she was a radiant figure, her clothes bright with inner heat, and her head warm. She smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on Dirzdra’urra’s cheek, squeezing her backside, “I hope you’re enjoying yourself a little more now,” she said, just a little teasingly, “I’m Arshaw Mîraglariel, representative of the Imperial Necrontyr Empire of the C’tan and who might you be?”

The soldiers looked to the XO who was standing and socializing with several drow, the sent here a QE linked message asking for orders.. her response was plain and simple ..

~“Stand down and go on to point”~

The soldiers nodded in agreement, and their rifles disappeared in a flash of blue in to the buffers they were carrying.

Mean while jaworski and the female he was obviously courting now were starting to dance, he peered in to her eyes with his soft and deep brown eyes, a smile came over his pale smooth face as he began to do many of the old ballroom earth style dancing. He was raised in a professional and old fashioned Home, when he was younger we was like all Terrans thought the finer things of life, learned to appreciate what people didn't and did have and indulged when he could. His manner became more soft spoken yet equally as masculine as he said to Chaleri.

“You look rather stunning this evening, it is an honor to dance with you.“

He smiled again while dancing he put Chaleri's hand to his mouth and kissed it softly on the back, he then attempted to dip her in an old fashioned dance move...


In the tunnels the team scattered, the Commander called out in a loud thunderous voice up to the ship..

“Emergency beam out now!”

he said this as he saw a team member get injured, the team was firing on the beast constantly Rapid fire blue hued particle pulses crackling through the darkness, each member began to glow blue and dissipate in to thin air as they were beamed out, two members lay wounded severally.. and one gone.. the demolitions expert had left a gift behind it was a high energy plasma grenade, as they were beamed out the grenade exploded , a massive explosion ripped through the darkness as plasma spread through each crevice. The grenade was designed to only be effective in a very localized area .

As soon as the Fedral soldiers put down their guns, the Treuhelfer's retracted their mechadendrites, reverted to their happy face and started to try to dance with the soldiers, eyes like semicircles. They danced with everyone within reach hooting and hollering and generally making anyone who had never seen them before rather uncomfortable with their presence. After all an overly joyful, dancing, mechanicall termite, three meters in length and an easy ton in weight, bearing down on you waving tentacles wasn't something most saw every day.

Yannericil on the other hand, was doing his level best to keep the Matron Mother firmly in tow. He noted the Emperor Wolf, looking her way and pointing, as he noticed almost everything going on around him and decided to be a little more bold, at least to the point of not initiating sexual intercourse on the dance floor. After all, he would not make love to a woman with the curse. Not only were women with the curse utterly capricious and insatiable, it made a real mess of things in general. Yannericil did wholeheartedly plan on returning in a week to consumate the first contact personally, right now was simply not the time. Ivan would surely be disappointed however, he seemed to be doing well with Ilphriia now that the shock had worn off, though she seemed so shy a girl for the daughter of the worldly woman he was now dancing with.

Yannericil decided to keep it above the belt, caressing the Matron mother sensuously, moving to her softer parts as he whispered in her ear. "Some people like to use weapons as compensation for their..shortcomings." Yannericil grinned at her. "I on the other hand, do not need to brandish my sword, for its presence to be felt." With that, he stepped in to the Matron Mother, pressing his point further.

It was at that time that he heard a thought from Karamina. All Tannelornian knight's were mildly telepathic and prescient. [I]Janus isn't here, I think he ran off with that little tramp we came in with. Yannericil chuckled softly under his breath. Woman could be so obvious. Good for him, just make sure he knows to come back before the show is finished. Karamina's mouth dropped in horror. She was certain now. The aliens had ensorcelled the crew and she was the only one not affected by their wicked enchantments.

She opened a link to the Aether, heightening her senses. She looked around for the one casting the spell, or spells that were continuing to ensnare the cavaliers, but she could not find the source. She decided then, that the source had to be in one of the adjoining rooms, she started to creep around, looking for any room that might be occupied.
She would try to reason with Yannericil one more time before setting off on her own, she hoped that if she found the source of the magic, she could convince Yannericil to look and free the crew from the evil witches that surrounded them.

At this point its best to mention, that Karamina's upbringing was somewhat similiar to Janus in the fact that she really didn't meet a lot of people, nor get out much at all. It was starting to show.

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Janus grinned, the wound sealing over almost the moment it was formed. "Do not worry, you did not hurt me, in fact it felt rather good." Janus then rolled over on top of her, preferring the male dominant position to the very unnatural [or at least as he was taught] female on top. Of course he was not exactly sure if that meant for the actual act of lovemaking, or for any aspect of interpersonal contact. Janus did not in his wildest dreams think he was going to get anymore then a furious make out session, however he was a well rounded Knight, taught all of the finer arts from a young age. In the case of the lesson's he was going to apply, from instructional manual's and books. He slipped his hand over her chest as he held her close and applied a particular technique, very gently.

He kissed her again and looked in to her eyes. "Tell me about yourself Iymbreenafae, I am fascinated by what thought's lurk behind those beautiful eyes." he smiled, sweeping the hair from her face.

Ilphriia was livid, but in the interest of becoming a Matron Mother herself, she gave Ivan a single kiss; nothing more nothing less. She was attracted to him, it was undeniable. Unfortunately, Ilphriia found herself in such a predicament, it was hard to just walk away. Ilphriia thought it was best to let her mother see the weaker side of her and on that very night she would kill the Matron Mother.

"So Ivan, what's it like living on a vessel?" She plastered on a believable grin and started to slow dance with him. She figured since she would be Matron Mother and destroy the transmission apparatus anyway, she should have a little bit of fun. "There aren't many women on that vessel either is there?" She laughed to herself wondering if an inept outlander would even understand the insinuation.

Dirzdra'urra giggled; she liked the attention. "Dirzdra'urra daughter of the Matron Mother Zeskiira'wyss of House Mel'mtor." She wrapper arms around Arshaw having little regard to the way she was handing her. It was nice to looked even if it had to be from a female. At the very least Dirzdra'urra was sure she would steal a kiss.

Sabdira grinned at Jamie, along with the other girls. "Ms. ehh? I'm sorry I didn't catch your name. I'm Sabdira, and if you wouldn't mind perhaps we could arrange a more... private affair?" She grinned as she propositioned her. Sabdira was a petite drow female, shorter than most. Her light blonder hair tinted different colours ever so slightly each time a firework was lit. She was enticed greatly to females and found herself in the serval months that had passed, feeling less and less arousal from men.

Sabdira, Vicinil and a few other drow females surrounded Jamie in a non-threatening manner awaiting what was an assumed "yes".

Pharhriir'oj sat down on a chair and sulked to himself. Life as a male drow was so unfair. Always serving females, being taken at will, forced to be a servant, your opinions always falling on deaf ears. It would seem like a dream to any outlander but to the males of Mel'mtor, it wasn't exactly a treat. He found an untouched plate of food and feeling unusually hungry, he devoured the plate.

Susplin walked with her arm linked with Wolf's. "Oh don't worry about her she's just an old windbag." Susplin lead him and the pack of drow females behind them into what looked like a spa. It was a dim lit room with a hot spring that kept a slight steam in the room. Not too far from the spring a few massage beds were bolted to the ground and a tiny decorative crate held different vials of assorted colours, which upon closer inspection were massaging oils. She grinned at Wolf. "Welcome to Paradise."


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The Matron Mother began to giggle like a child. Every time he walked away a sense a rage took over her, a need to control and then kill Yannericil. What she couldn't understand was every time he came back, that feeling melted away and she couldn't bear to be without him. She shook herself from her thoughts and smiled at Yannericil. "You have made this a wonderful evening Aramir. You know, we could make this an even more memorable night." She grabbed him between the legs.

She left him for a moment only to make an announcement."Citizens of Mel'mtor and all other nations. Now is the time to sit and speak of trade negotiations and other things as such."

Chaleri smiled at Jaworski and gave him a kiss on the lips. After hearing the Matron Mother's announcement she sighed and whispered to him. "Stay a few more moments." She leaned against him.


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Iymbreenafae flinched a little, she kissed him again. "This is no time for talking. You should know, the only thoughts I have right now are of you, Janus." She grinned knocking him off of her and jumping on all fours, she peered back at him. "I should ask you, what thoughts are lurking with you." She giggled and pointed to his erection.

Ivan returned Ilphriia's kiss roughly, and listened to her question, he did miss the point of her jibe, but only because most Tannelornian's wouldn't even know what a homosexual was, the gene having been removed as well as any mention of that affliction many thousands of years before. "Well it can be boring, and there are alot of women on board, just most of them are older, and military types you know, and I like my hotties a little more fresh if you know what I mean." he leered at her and continued to dance.

Yannericil grinned, watching the Drow Matron walk away. It was always good in negotations, for the leader of the country you were negotiating with to enjoy the company of the diplomat. It was also good, as far as Yannericil was concerned when the woman he was sizing up be an alien he could routinely sleep with, but not have to live with on a regular basis. Yannericil had tried the whole wife thing, and didn't work out. After about seven hundred year's he'd had enough. It wasn't that Aramir Yannericil did not grow fond of women, it was more that he believed in keeping a relationship simple. Nothing was more simple then a distance of twenty thousand light years when said woman had the curse.

He gave the Matron Mother a wink and prepared to negotiate several trade deals on behalf of the Republic. Really it would just give him an excuse to return after the curse was finished, so he could ratify any agreements with the Matron personally.

Karamina continued to look for Janus, bothering Yannericil with it constantly. He told her to quiet down, man talk was beginning and made her come to the middle of the room, where she could sit and watch.

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Janus blushed deep scarlet, then quickly subsumed the emotion. He knew that what he was about to do he should not do. He in fact, did a very good job of arguing with himself. Then much to his horror, he adopted a wolfish grin, that twisted his features in to what could only be called a perverse mask, a twisted parody of his own features locked in the grips of his first true awakening.

"I do not think now is the time for thoughts of any nature...but actions." and with that Janus acted, using the full dirth of his acquired knowledge over the next few hours.

Jawoski smiled, he gave a gentle bow to the female and stood there waiting, he was rather elated about the kiss and was indeed willing to go farther if the evening permitted, of course in a gentlemanly manner.

He had a quick thought. Some thing that would make things go even smoother, he smiled to him self and idly took an orb out. This orb was decorated on the out side with various colorful patterns. He pressed the orb on each side a bight shimmering holographic image appeared with a swirling cornucopia colors . From dark colors to bright colors it displayed a rainbow of them. This was a mood orb, a special device from the Terran homeworld created by a famous Terran Artist. Jaworski was sure this would make an impact on things, he stood their holding this magnificent orb flashes of light reaching out in to the air around it.

His eyes looked at the orb as if he was almost in a trance, his mind lost in to the swirling pool of various colors, he was attracted to the various hues of blue, gold and red. The orb emitted a soft relaxing electrical field, this field was said to have effects on beings with a bio-electrical nervous system like a metal massager. Most every one in the room could feel it as it was strong enough to encompass the party.

Mean while the rest of the Terrans were Grouped by a bunch of drow socializing, the wave of energy hitting them in a grand manner , their manner became more relaxed and it showed, Adrian was standing by a wall looking out over the party, he chuckled to him self walking up to the center of the room his eyes locked on to a drow.

Jamie had taken out a bottle of Terran White water liquor from her buffer , the bottle was adroit and decorated with blue red and white pallets of colors around its oddly shaped form. She walked over to a drow and said with a soft deferentialdebonair tone to her voice.

“Hello Would you like a taste of what Our culture has to offer?”

Her long shiny and well maintained hair let loose falling to her shoulders, she smiled almost ecstatically, she seemed haughty at first. Two more Terran solders flanked her on each side, coming up just as she talked to the Drow.

Two Terran Marines spoke to each other over a bottle of their own Greenark they had taken from the ship, the bottle was decorated with green and blue turquoise gem's and colored smoothly over the non gemmed areas .

“So what do you think of this place” the first marine aid in a jubilant tone of voice .

“I think its ok, I mean Its a bit weird at first but I got used to it..” The second one responded with a smile over his pale semi smooth face.

“Well” The first went on ...

“I think I could enjoy it here, lovely and attractive both sexes, and a rather vibrant culture, I just hope they can learn more about us.”


“Indeed so “ the second one said placing a coup of the green-blue liquor to his mouth drinking some of it down.....

Susplin walked with her arm linked with Wolf's. "Oh don't worry about her she's just an old windbag." Susplin lead him and the pack of drow females behind them into what looked like a spa. It was a dim lit room with a hot spring that kept a slight steam in the room. Not too far from the spring a few massage beds were bolted to the ground and a tiny decorative crate held different vials of assorted colours, which upon closer inspection were massaging oils. She grinned at Wolf. "Welcome to Paradise."

"very nice i best get my gear off"said Wolf as he start by taking the gloves off of his armour first, before long he was now standing in front of the drow females naked and showing off his strong built body

"ok ladies let get this show under way,seeing i got a good number of you to make happy" Wolf said as he looked at what was in front "i do have to say i like what i see"

Arshaw smiled, as though reading her partner’s thoughts, or rather, the nuances in her manner, expression, and body chemistry – though Arshaw probably could contrive to read thoughts, doing such a thing without invitation was considered to be highly criminal in her homeland, and it wasn’t something she’d think to do. In response to her partner’s apparent desire, she leaned down, kissing her, she had no doubts about quite what was desired, and held her partner to her firmly, kissing with unreserved passion. This was in many ways quite uncharacteristic of her people, but then, there were reasons she’d elected to come here herself, and they were not all subtle. A moment after she did so, she spared her previous partner an amorous glance over the current one’s head, before kissing her once more.

OOC: sorry guys i had the flu bad lol I'm back though.


Sabdira giggled softly. "Why yes I would love to taste some of your... culture." She grinned mingling with the Terrans. She leaned against the wall and looked at the bottle the two men were drinking from. Sabdira looked on in amazement she had never seen, what she would assume to be a flask, was made of anything but leather. "Those flasks are exquisite, what are they made from?"

Dirzdra'urra kissed Arshaw back gently and smiled. It wasn't that Dirzdra'urra didn't have feelings for Arshaw but she was a reserved woman; shy beyond reasonable belief. She held herself against Arshaw dancing slowly. "Arshaw, please tell me about yourself." Dirzdra'urra turned her head slightly, noticing Pharhriir'oj pouting she grins triumphantly. Hah! They all thought no one would like me. Look at me now! I'll rub it in their faces, then we will see who is a loser!!

The Matron Mother tried to corral the diplomats to the large wooden table that had been conjured a few minutes earlier. She clapped her hands and slaves of all races came running and set the chairs down. The Matron Mother sat down at the table reserving the seat to her right for Yannericil.

Ilphriia danced with Ivan making sure she gave the appearance that she too was going insane. She toyed with him, flirting meaninglessly. Although Ilphriia lacked voluptuousness, she still maintained the same beauty her sisters did. Ilphriia's long platinum blond hair fell past her shoulders as she looked up at the giant. "You know Ivan, I'm growing very tired." She grinned up at him with an intent all her own. "If you'd like we can go lay down, I'll show you the spider's kiss." She winked at him playfully.


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Susplin and the group of girls giggled. "Please, put your clothes back on. The orgy is later rest assured. For now, we'll give you a massage. Hmmm. The Matron Mother is calling for all the diplomats, looks like we dont have much time." The girls giggled running around playing with one another they gathered around Wolf looking on in amazement.


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Iymbreenafae yawned rolling over on her side she laid snuggled against Janus. "I see why Karamina was so eager to keep you away." She grinned accidentally pricking her lip upon biting it. "Since everyone leaves tomorrow I'm sure Yannericil would let you stay the night?" A wicked smirk rolled across her lips just before kissing him. Iymbreenafae lay there not sure what to make of the moment. She crept her hand towards his and held it.

Susplin and the group of girls giggled. "Please, put your clothes back on. The orgy is later rest assured. For now, we'll give you a massage. Hmmm. The Matron Mother is calling for all the diplomats, looks like we dont have much time." The girls giggled running around playing with one another they gathered around Wolf looking on in amazement.

"no way you could give me a massage if i was still in the armour.so i would still have to take it off" Wolf said as he puts it back on

"any idea what she wants" Wolf added as he finish putting on his pants and boots to look up an see the girls gathered around him looking at him in amazement

"later girls"

Yannericil sat beside the Matron Mother, essentially, as he had the entire night ignoring any other delegates, to continue carrying on like a frat boy with the beaming Matron. He grinned, this one was in the bag already, in a week he would happily return for his just dessert's. However something happened. Apparently for the last hour or so his ship had been trying to contact him. He would have to go outside the Faerzrezz later to contact them, something about a crucial mission.


As far as Yannericil was concerned, hooking up a deep space "booty call" was far more important. Karamina was fuming beside him, watching Ivan carry on like a complete twit with the thin, drow girl beside him. She couldnt believe that he would attempt to sleep with a girl who was so much less shapely then her. As far as Karamina was concerned, none of the men should have been interested in all these women with her a beautiful flower of womanhood around.

She barely listened to the proceedings now, sulking and thinking how unfair the universe truly was. She could not wait to leave this place behind her.

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Janus smiled softly. The stars themselves pale under the brilliance of those short hours, he mused to himself. "Maybe he will let me stay, maybe not, I am not a diplomat Iymbreenafae." he smiled, moving to take her hand. "I am a Knight and if we are called, I cannot refuse Yannericil's order." he moved in closer to her. "For now, however we have all the time we can steal." he kissed her softly tracing his fingers over her cheek, his pendant swung around and opened with the sudden motion. A holopic projected a few inches from the face of the small golden object, depicting a man and a woman, though badly distorted.

It swung a few times, clipping Iymbreenafae in the chest, and started to play a soft, haunting melody. Janus grinned sheepishly. "I apologise about that Iymbreenafae, I should have taken it off before we began."

The Two marines looked over, one of them responded to the female that asked the question, his voice was friendly and smooth, he straitened up a bit.

“Its made of Frost Crystal it’s a special type of glass from Camanis, the ice world. I’m From there”

he almost sounded as if he was day dreaming about the place.

Jawoski wandered towards the table, idly, he took another glass from a marine who had poured it and started to sip it gently, the clear liquid pouring in to his mouth.

The Matron Mother finished off her ale and sat back in her chair. She giggled leaning on Yannericil's shoulder she whispered a proposition too dark for even him. As everyone gathered to the tables, two girls began to use the Drow's hand language asking one another if the marines were lovers. In her drunken state The Matron Mother slurred "Alright outsiders who's going to sign trrrraaaaayding treetiez??"


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Iymbreenafae smiled at Janus and clutched the locket carefully. It's a beautiful melody. She gazed at the image long and hard. "Janus this man and woman, who are they?" She placed it back softly staring up at him.

"i don't sign nothing with out reading it " answer Wolf as he stood leaning on the wall

"one could be signing one's soul away with out knowing it" Wolf added as he turn to one of the females with him

"any more drink left?" Wolf asked while holding out the cup he was drinking from

Arshaw held Dirzdra'urra to her firmly as they danced, her body warm the touch, as she led, quite an excellent dancer. She spoke of her background – born on the planet Duat, shortly after its settlement, quite recent, in drow terms, at only a few centuries. However, she casually mentioned that the civilization there was much, much older. She’d come form fairly pedestrian origins, to (via being the science consultant on an exploration ship) being a fairly important government minister, charged with, in her words, supervising first contacts.

She drank liberally, but it didn’t really affect her. Like almost all C’tani, she had a full suite of biochemistry upgrades, which nullified the deleterious effects of alcohol when she wished it. They also laced her kisses with drugs ranging from painkillers to euphorics when she wished it – Dirzdra’urra had currently been picking up light aphrodisiacs for most of the dances, as Arshaw was quite eager to have Dirzdra’urra eager, too. She didn’t expect they’d mind, drow seemed quite liberal regarding such things. More importantly, she didn’t think they’d notice.

She passed by the male drow - Pharhriir'oj, she remembered – as she lead Dirzdra’urra from the dancefloor. She leaned down and kissed him, with every ounce of the possessiveness and imperious passion of a drow female, before pressing her cheek to his, and whispering in his own tongue. “ Xuat eszak, Usstan ssinssrin dos fridj 'zil mzilt 'zil ilta; dos xal inbal ulu kyorl nin, drill ol orn tlu saph naubol dos inbal rin'ov izwin gajak...” She then lightly tugged him to his feet, slipping an arm around his waist on the opposite side of her from Dirzdra’urra, whom she gave a reassuring peck on the cheek, before letting go of the male as she reached her destination.

Then, she stood, walking over to the inebriated Matron Mother, “I’m sure she doesn’t expect you to do anything of the sort, my good man,” she said, clearly adapted to the zeitgeist “If she said ‘let’s go into space’ would you assume she meant without a space-suit? Doubtless the good lady’s intentions are more sophisticated than that.”

Yannericil could see that the situation was fast deteriorating, as was their hosts sobriety. Sometimes in life, one had to act, without thinking. Many who were raised in the old Kingdom possessed that skill in life, and none so more then the drinking pal's of one Ivan Pavlowski.

Acting to preserve the dignity of his future hook up Yannericil spoke up immediately after Arshaw was finished. "Yes of course my good emperor. The lady wouldnt dare think of it, however I believe she was simply trying to move along the diplomatic event. After all, this "meeting of cultures" we are having here isnt really supposed to occur until after the initial diplomatic discussions." Yannericil winked at Zess'quirawyss, whispering in her ear. "A lady should never have to deal with such complicated thing's such as diplomacy without a helping hand or two, an objective advisor perhaps, or more likely a rather interested observer." he grinned widely at her.

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Janus smiled softly, looking in to Iymbreenafae's eyes, he cupped her cheek in a single hand and replied softly. "My mother and father, though you cannot see their faces, the locket was damaged in the Atomic blast, luckily they were able to recover at least some of the memory." he grinned and kissed her on the lips then pulled back. "I am glad I came to this world Iymbreenafae, very glad." Janus took her hand in his and kissed it softly.

The Blue Goddess that stood before Dirzdra'urra, she was quickly becoming more amorous towards. As she sat down she drifted in and out of the conversation; the curiosity of Arshaw undressing were far more pressing matters. She gazed across to her ripping her clothes off with her eyes. "Mother I think you should listen to Arshaw, She's strong at heart like the Drow."

"I second that" Shouted Pharhriir'oj. He walked up next to the Matron Mother. "As your personal alchemist I advise you to listen to the wise Arshaw." He looked enviously at Dirzdra'urra who was now leaning on the table, mouth agape, fixated on the diplomat.

The room came to a slow halt for the Matron Mother when she realized she was in a diplomatic meeting and not in her chambers with the guards. She grinned at Yannericil. "He is my interrfested absolver. I need no one to speak for me." She tapped her nails in consecutive order from thumb to pinky.

"Now as for going outside without spacezoots? What kind of Magic is spacezoots? Even our highest alchemist only knows "Summon Monster III" What does it do and is it effective in wombats?" Was all her highness could say before she grabbed another pitcher of ale and started to chug it down spilling it down her outfit.

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She looked at him perplexed as she coiled around him. "Janus what's an E-tomic Blast? Is it like Magic Missile?" She smiled brushing her fingers through his hair. "I'm glad you came too." She giggled. "When you come back you'll be even happier." She assured him.

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"Foolish girl" Shynthrae'zyr said to himself letting the clanking of his armour fill his thoughts. He stood in the doorway of the meeting almost sulking at the thought of her with another man. He watched silently witnessing the ballsy acts of both parties. He admired Yannericil a male with little regards for females, the dream of any Vhaeraunite, especially those in hiding.

In amazement, he interjected. "Matron, as your lover and Weapons Master I implore you to listen to this man. He can serve you well. Shynthrae'zyr didn't care much either way what happened to the Matron, in fact he had often crossed his fingers in situation that involved near death experiences. However, an Elf that would speak to her in such a way was well worthy of respect.

"oh how fun this is going to be telling her what a spacesuits while she drunk" Wolf said to the females with him as moved off the

"well then ladies we better find a seat while we watch the show" Wolf added as he turn to Susplin

"care to sit on my lap" he asked as he looked for a chair that was free for him to sit in

Janus laughed a little at Iymbreenafae's question. Janus had no idea what a magic missile was, but the description pretty well explained itself, so he didn't ask any more about it. "Well an Atomic blast is what happens when an atom is split, well normally." he realised that she might have absolutely no idea what he is talking about. "Its a great explosion, with a light so bright it can burn your eyes away just looking at it, and it burns anything it can reach." he smiled at her, trying to explain it as simply as possible. "This little locket survived that blast, even though my father and mother did not." he looked at her. He had no doubt in his mind he would be happier still when he could see her again. For now the thought of looming duty, namely the fact his ship was on a long range sovereignty patrol, darkened the brightness of his mood.

"What of you, Iymbreenafae, what is it like being a princess of this house? Is your mother a kind woman? Did she treat you well when you were a child." Janus intentions in this matter were pure, after all he had been raised to the highest standards of Tannelornian Chivalry. He would spend the whole night just speaking to her if he could, he only hoped Yannericil would keep the negotiations going long in to the night, if just to more perfectly burn Iymbreenafae's image in to his mind.

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"Yes Matron, thats right, a very Interested Observer." Yannericil whispered in to Zessquira'wyss' ear. "I just want to make sure you make the right choices in this matter, I know of many of these foreigners, and they cant be trusted like dear old Aramar." he winked and breathed a little down Zessquira'wyss neck, then he started to speak loud enough for all to hear. "Oh it can be effective my dear Zessquira, though it is used generally to keep yourself alive when high, high in the sky. But dear Matron, tell us, just exactly what did you have in mind for trading hmm? My people can offer much, and generally we dont ask for much more then the opportunity to "learn" more about the culture we are dealing with. As for these others." Yannericil nodded, giving a knowing look, even going so far as to slyly touch the side of his nose with his pointer finger.

"I do not speak for them on matters of trade, their needs and wants may be more, or even less then our own. However, Honoured Matron, I assure you, my people can definetly fulfill whatever need's you may have." he grinned, giving a quiet, and quite hidden thumbs up to Shynthraezyr. "In return we ask only to be friends." Yannericil hoped that this would draw out the negotiations a little bit longer, he hoped to leave a lasting impression on the ever drunker Matron, one that he would use in a weeks time to have a long over due shore leave...

Rule 19372: A Solarian always get late to the party.

Greetings! People of the stars,


We cordrially invite you to our world.


We believe there is much we can learn from one another.


We wish for you to come in peace to our world so that we may meet,


trade, and discuss ideas with many different cultures. We extend our hands in


friendship across the stars. Is there anyone out there?





Also, come to see our beloved Vlonffyn in concert at the great halls of
house Mel'mtor. She will be preforming for two days only!






AND. . .



House Hunafin extends a most humble welcome as well as house Mel'mtor from the

planet Dhaun'Eclav.

Annika (http://wiki.esusalliance.co.uk/images/3/32/Annika.jpg) simply skimmed the message, although not losing awareness of its content, to look straight at one of the many pictures (http://a508.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/14/l_7b93ac0370db72233a5b7114a5e0381b.jpg) of the black skinned, scantily clad and voluptuous females associated with its origins... Drow, was the word that came into her thoughts as she tried to classify what such being was, and no sooner images would flood with reports of how such beings were... perceived, reaffirming rules 34 and 36 until she could no longer stand witnessing some of the more uncommon... "roleplays", involving the cosplay of dark elves in Solar Communes.

Thousands of years of Internet and of imageboards without rules have left their mark in mankind's culture, and even though they have made the entire existence seem like a pointless seeking of "LULZ", on the other hand they have prepared man for the challenges to face next. Information crossed, swapping through her mind, as a conclusion came, a logical one, a set of fancy words for politics that were pulled out of blue, which would pretty much give the most possible approximation to the society of such alien species, that despite alien, where in shape so close to humans that to consider why was at least, frightening.

Whips, chains and leathers, oh my!

"What?" Annika wondered from the heavenly beach where she laid back, at the moment, a beach inside a spacecraft that occupied no mass, but to her mind it was as real as if made of matter rather than of qubits, "why did Anonymous mess with the ideological estimation algorithms again?"

There is no escape from LULZ, and Annika already knew from the amount of times they played tricks with here, masterful techheads, without any need to work or get a job, made extremely persistent griefers, wanting for her to return to the past, rather than to move through the future. It was like in all those moments, when that a disembodied voice whispered at her left ear, or more likely, straight into her mind:

"Annika, are you a masochist?"

Sighing, while trying to focus on the matter at hand, she simply answered back with a very... disturbing holographic macro, of the picture of a man who had a very bizarre genetic modification done "for the LULZ". Whenever he wanted, he could make an arm with a hand come out from his mouth, and the organically precise, disturbing picture was followed with the label.

"NO U"

It was perhaps a bit more extreme than the multi-colored green and red eyes, the genetically modified cats with extremely long bodies, the rage-like, unnaturally inclined eyebrows of certain "hardcore gamers" or the individuals who erased every biometric trace from their bodies, becoming anonymous in the flesh, but it was the best way to deal with such annoyances, and soon as it happened, the beach became calm again, and she relaxed next to it, trying to decide whether to visit this Dhaun'Eclav or not.

"Even back when I was... alive for the first time," a familiar voice said in a serene, friendly voice, "marriage was a matter of preference, not of exclusivity Annika, and you have... done everything possible with me, except eating me alive while we did it," she could imagine him grinning with his usual twisted sense of humor, but her face immediately turned into a scowl, as she considered the implications of the words:

"Fitzgerald! You son of a bitch! How could you claim that I would be interesting in sex with alien scum? Do you think I am that mediocre?" She rose from the sand, its soft touch no longer on her back, as she began ranting over the implications that she was lowly enough to let pleasures overcome certain facts.

"Why else would you consider visiting that world? For securing peace? Unless you are considering..." his tone shifted from sarcasm to worry as he spoke.

"No! I am not considering extermination, because so far they don't seem an immediate threat to mankind, and we would make far greater threats notice us if we annihilated these Xenu scum." Annika then calmed down, "there is no reason to visit that planet."

"Are you that sure?" he then said with a certain, almost nostalgic feel, "Lucy... Nyuuu."

Sighing, Annika stared at the sand, grains of it began to fly into a whirlwind, as they ascended through the infinity of the skies and space above, and thus she muttered, "that is far too old... not for you who was alive during the early twenty-first century, but for me it was."

"Some memes are like human idiocy," his voices ringed with a strong sense of truth, "they are eternal. But... I know every genome inside you, it was an accident, because as you know, I am quite... normal in such things."

"So says the man whose..." she smirked as she reminded of the sort of degrading self-humiliations he lowered himself into for the sake of pleasure and of her attention.

"Stop it Annika! Just look at the facts: you are a sadist! Admit it!"

"Certainly," Annika winced as a knife materialized right through her left arm, "but that does not mean, " her voice still reflected the accepted pain she inflicted into herself, "I would be willing to betray mankind for pleasures, I'd rather gouge my eyes out..."

The scene became far too literal, and at every mention, she did it into a disturbing, dramatic demonstration of self-mutilation used purely as a rhetoric tool and perhaps as a logical fallacy. The body she was skewering could be only a virtual representation of herself, but the pain she voluntarily choose to felt doing it was real... and would make Marquis de Sade run away scared and the Mekantans eat popcorn.

"impale myself with an acid-coated spear, play tightrope with my..." the voice rumbled between moans of agony as it got worse.

"Enough!" Fitzgerald then shouted as Annika looked like the remains of a Mekantan busy night, "your graphical rhetoric doesn't impress me Annika. I know you enough, no matter how hard you try, you cannot control your drive, because that is the way you are meant to be... just remember to have your contraceptive nanites active if it comes to that."

By then she mutilated her own vocal chords and could no longer answer back, instead letting all of it go. Suddenly the beach, the gory scene deserving of staying among the nastiest snuff movies of the Confederation, those where the death was fake, but the suffering was real. Instead, the comforting touch of a pilot seat, in a massive control room devoid of any form of obvious user interface, and without windows, was what she saw for a brief moment, before her vision shifted to the visions of the outer space surrounding the not-so-small diplomatic torchship. Of course, for Solarians diplomatic only meant "without weapons of mass planetary or stellar destruction", and it was certainly not devoid of defenses and offensive capabilities.

How it reached there was something Annika couldn't somehow remember, and that have been erased from every existing register... like if there was something else behind such event. Whether it were the manipulations of Tzeentch or the pleasures of Slaneesh was yet to be seen.

Fitzgerald however never came with her, and to have travelled Chaos alone unscathed was extremely suspicious, specially for someone unable to feel or see it even when inside it. Something else guided her vessel to such destination, and... then a grave realization of her predicament came

"Damn it! There is no way I may turn back now. With no psychic helping me, I would be running blind should I turn the chaosium on again. I suppose there is only one thing I could do..."

The torchship had no bridge besides the direct bridge between her mind and it as she for a while became it... her body became its hull and like a so called "shipmind", she directly controlled with the same natural feeling of moving her legs and arms, as it accelerated towards the closing high orbit of the planet.

Conveniently, Annika was already inside the only spaceplane housed inside the larger spacecraft, for the latter was unable of atmospheric flight. Soon her view shifted from the larger to the smaller, the still closed launch bay ahead. As she spoke, but instead of her mouth moving, her speech was instantly turned into a transmission at the same frequency the original came. Better to not give it away she was alone except for the company of humanoid robots in outer sheaths of human skin (http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/091/f/4/Syndicate_Agent_by_Wisker.jpg), their totally emotionless stance and pupil-less glares hitting the floor of the Uncanny Valley. Annika would never guess that she came much later than most... of the many present vessels in orbit to this world.

"Houses Mel'mtor and Hunafin, my name is Annika Corrientes and I seek to establish diplomatic relationships with your people, with myself and with my people," her voice was soft but resolute at the same time, even if with a small hint of seductiveness, perhaps on purpose or perhaps not, "because I believe we have much to benefit mutually from such actions. Landing in the given coordinates."

"Oh heavan! How can I believe in this bull I speak?" Annika thought after her message was finished and sent, for... the Drow would probably be accepted in only two states for her civilization: either as a extinct species or relegated to lobotomized playthings, or pleasure drones, for the legions libertines across the Confederation, the irony of such fact so staggering that it would probably make invented gods weep over it.

The matter of survival spoke much higher than any hatred of aliens, however, and to be isolated, alone and without any support. Being wise was better than being foolish at such times, and perhaps Fitzgerald was right, she may "prostitute" to the pleasures aliens could provide, but not only for the sake of pleasure, but perhaps for the sake of survival. Humanoid Combat Robots were effective bodyguards, but not the sharpest tools on the shed. Hopefully the Drows would not force her to end her own life for preserving her freedom.

The spaceplane landed vertically over a vacant area, its shape still resembling that of spaceplanes of eons ago due to the matter of aerodynamics, but its components far more advanced. It was painted in an all-black color, and lack any national symbols, like if it belonged not to a nation, but to an individual, or to nobody. A massive crater was left over the ground, and any ice that may have existed around evaporated, due to the extreme heat from its tilt-thrusters fusion-powered nozzles, and fortunately there was no dark elf below while it landed to be melted and trigger a diplomatic disaster.

A ramp began to descend, over the ground, as Annika stared at the snowy ground. She removed the helmet of her black, tight-fitting mechanical counter-pressure suit as she was certain the air was breathable. Solarians were practical enough regarding what to wear in space, and found formalities in dressing as nothing besides irrelevant mass to add to a spacecraft.

As the light came, she waved, trying to distract whoever expected her from the not so amiable appearance of the humanoid robots with gauss autorifles behind her. Perhaps she would be close enough to their looks, and although her skin wasn't pitch black, it was of a brown tone typical of a society like hers, even though in her world humans having red eyes was as trivial as the re-popularization of Afro hairstyle.

Of course... it was most ironic that they were technically no longer humans. But phobia of aliens was never bound by logical reasoning. Regardless, she demonstrated no signs of it.

"Am I already late for the party?" she asked in a friendly tone to whatever guard or anything else awaited. In her mind, ideas on how to find a way to reach back her home, a place which lied in another universe, were being considered.