The soldiers merely shrugged and began to follow the Imperator to a large mess hall. Various Romans were seated around the hall each eating his own food or talking to nearby friend of theirs. Upon the entrance of the six Roa'marii soldiers many heads turned and the sounds of idle chatter quieted down. The six soldiers picked up some food and sat down at a nearby table which had previously been empty. As the soldiers ate, they could hear hushed murmurs coming from the aliens. While the majority of the words were either too quiet to make out or couldn't be understood by the basic language rings the six wore, a few words rang in their mind. Words such as "aliens" and "outsiders" tended to come up quite frequently. The soldiers were battle hardened veterans of many battles along the fringe worlds of the Roa'marii Empire, but never before had these soldiers been guests in an alien vessel belonging to a group that they had never before made contact with. It didn't matter, however, what the Romans thought of these six Roa'marii soldiers at their first meeting. All that mattered was the first contact and the relations that would be built from there. The six soldiers were largely quiet before one of them spoke up.

"Ebo'name, what do you suppose the aliens think of us here in their ship?" one of the 96th legion guards asked another.

"I'm not entirely sure what they think of us Str'odis, but i'm sure they are both curious and wary of us. We are entirely new to them, and now we eat at the very same tables they do."

"I suppose you are right."

"I think you both need to stop thinking about it so much. Whether they like us being here or not doesn't matter. we'll be gone soon anyway i'm sure." A third soldier of the 42nd said to the other two.

"Well I'm sorry if we aren't as heavy handed as you are Jos'arro. We weren't all trained to be killing machines like your general and nothing more" Ebo'name replied

"Oh yea? Is that supposed to be an insult? You shadow walkers wouldn't last ten minutes on the front lines like us." Jos'arro shot back before another 42nd soldier spoke up.

"Hey, quiet. It appears your argument caught the attention of a few of these Romans. look over there, we've got company."

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**Roa'marii Flagship**

With the message sent to the Nightmare Emperor, Rhe'deri Peltis was to stay behind and await a response. Meanwhile, General Jer'rahd Kaisur was in charge of heading back to the Roman ship to provide a basic understanding of magic. With his black armor on, still bearing a number of scars gouged into the outer plate from previous battles, Jer'rahd strapped his double bladed sword to his back and prepared to depart. The sword was known by most as the Waning Moon, one of the few remaining crescent blades used ages past in the old draconic wars. It was a relic from a time forgotten by most, but it was far greater than an antique. The Waning Moon was made of Arcadian Steel, one of the strongest metals known to the Roa'marii, and one of the rarest. It's properties were the stuff of legends, being able to block access to magic through a mere scratch and absorbing any that was used on it, draining the user at incredible speeds. Few could even hold the blade without becoming fatigued.

But General Kaisur was not a normal man. He was an immortal general of the Roa'marii. The most decorated warrior of all since the New Empire's founding, and also the most feared on the battlefield. But today was a different battlefield. Today was the time for diplomacy and magic lessons. Today a new race joined alliance with the Roa'marii. And so, the transport took off once more with an entirely different man aboard.