[h3]Hostel System, Orbital Docks[/h3]
[@WilsonTurner]
Queen Pes'tifero approached the Hocklyn Fleet Commander slowly, her frown deepening with every step she took, though her mask hid that fact. She approached on a set of spindly metal limbs that extended from her back while her legs dangled beneath her. Every breath she took gave of a slight rasp and a faint cloud of steam. Around her walked six Searonese Warriors. Each wore a tight exoskeletal metal suit. Implants were easily visible across them all, varying slightly between each. The Warrior in the middle, directly to the right of Pes'tifero herself was massive, nearly as tall as the queen, and yet not suspended on metal legs. All of the Warriors were obviously female, and most had some form of trophy braided into their blood red hair, from gold coins and flecks of silver to varying body parts such as toes, fingers, tongues, and ears. When the Fleet Commander spoke, Pes'tifero spent a moment before responding. When she did, her words dripped with anger, but she replied in her raspy voice as asked.

"The Queen of the Spear walks among the steel corridors. An almost poetic phrase. I suppose it should have been expected that you would be a breeder. Your people interest me, your appearance is very similar to another species that once lived on our home world. It's too bad they went extinct over a hundred years ago, but their crystalline bodies were wonderful sources for mana batteries. I wonder if you share that use. But regardless, we have more pressing matters. As you know, I am Queen Pes'tifero, Top Spear of Searo and Last True Daughter of Searo. My current bodyguards are among the most distinguished Warriors whose should have not returned to the bloody fields of the Goddess Searo. Among them is the Top Spear Ter'rath, current heir to my throne should I be claimed by Searo. We are willing to capture or kill any foe: political, military, or otherwise in exchange for your assistance in the retaking of our home world of Searo Hold."

Throughout this speech, the Warriors around Pes'tifero remained silent. At the end, the large one, Top Spear Ter'rath, looked straight into the face of the Fleet Commander. The lenses attatched to her eyes rotated some as she stared at the Hocklyn, judging him as they all awaited a response.

[h3]New Condia, Orbital Station[/h3]
[@duck55223]
General Rhe'deri Peltis watched the Iscandarian with a curious gaze. This mention of a Dragon-Rider Order interested him, a mental and potentially physical bond existed between the two, and if first impressions said anything, they held a very high position in this society. Rhe'deri made a mental note to ask more about it in detail at a later time once the first contact meetings were over. General Jer'rahd Kaisur, however, had a different focus. He watched the Dragon closely, a suspicious gaze that spoke of an experience of sorts. He was the first to speak, his one red and one green eyes glowing slightly, just barely noticeable to the Dragon and Rider. 

"A green dragon. Beautiful creature, and even more deadly when it wants to be. I am Roa'marii General Jer'rahd Kaisur. I've dealt with what we called Dragons before, although they were very different from you. Generally they were similar, but there were some major differences. I wonder if you understand their ancient Draconic." Jer'rahd then began speaking in a highly guttural language filled with growls and other sounds he shouldn't be able to make. To the amazement of the Dragon, it was recognizable as an extremely archaic version of an old and rarely used Draconic language. Roughly translated: "The Dragons I knew went extinct as far as I knew, due in no small part to my own actions." Then, switching back to his original language, "If you understood that, then I am even more interested in your history. But enough about this, I'll let General Rhe'deri Peltis speak his mind now.

With the meeting passed to him, General Peltis began to speak. "Yes, well, as General Kaisur said, I am General Rhe'deri Peltis, chief ambassador of the United New Roa'marii Empire. I must say, I too am interested in this Dragon-Rider order of yours. But that can be explained at a later time. First I would like to make an offer of peace. We have no interest in a long war. We've done that in the past and wish to avoid war wherever possible. I trust this is perfectly acceptable to your people?"