[b]Peace Station[/b]
 The diplomat, Ambassador Grommic Batrac'lum, looked around the docking bay. There was little contact between the Sazkarjhit and them, considering a few armored units fought in Karboria. They were different from the typical bipeds that the Ambassador encountered. They walked on all fours, and had a light coat of fur, and then longer hair on their necks and sprouting from their posteriors. Some of them also exhibited variable body structures. Some had horns protruding from their heads, others wings, and some nothing at all. They were quite a technologically advanced species, that could easily be determined by their architecture and vehicles. They also seemed quite friendly. Grommic chuckled slightly. After all, following the Crusading Period, the term "Sazkarjhit" became something to hate or dread.

 He knelt down, offering his hand out in greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Blue Moon. I am Ambassador Batrac'lum, a diplomat with one of the scout fleets." The flamboyant Equestrian stuck out his hoof, and shook it vigorously. He stood back up, and gave the wary soldiers the order to lower arms. Like Manara, these were OGVS Special Forces units, usually only a handful of them are assigned to a fleet at a time, and are almost [i]always[/i] used to escort diplomats. They're jokingly called "Babysitters" by standard sailors due to this.

 Grommic smiled and questioned, "Why don't we go to your meeting center, yes?"

[b]Zonanese Diplomacy[/b]
 Reading the message, the diplomatic vessel entered the station. Once given proper clearance, they opened their doors and let loose the personnel. Along with a single Diplomat, Ambassador Hoya Zarbaman'tum, came twenty-or-so OGVS soldiers, compared to the standard five or six. They encircled the Ambassador, guns raised. One of the Commune soldiers walked up in greeting, whom the Ambassador glared at with harsh disdain.