[b]Sanctum[/b]
The officers looked at each other for a moment, as if surprised. The following message is sent, now in the foreigners' language

"We're still accessing your data for some terminologies and information.... there. Since you are a special case of an upper-level contact withdrawing from conflict, we will allow a safe contact procedure between the two of us. Benign, non-necrotic, non-virulent."

[b]EST Cruise Ship [i]Koonv[/i], Dining Halls[/b]
Few of the Councilmen had decided a break from the strenous tasks of leadership, all thanks to a certain genetically-modified council member's multitasking efforts. Enjoying the fruitful harvest of this era, they indulged on the famous geothermally-cooked meals, from the simple, leafy salads to the grand finely garnished meats on elegant plates.

"So, which do you prefer, Voznik or Illver beer?"

"I suppose Illver. Voznik beer's too strong!"

"Too strong? And you call yourself an influential council member of the Makudan? Or even a proud member of the Kaiyou species?"

"Well, uhh..."

"In other news today, the Council ladies--- with the exception of Retsukuu, all seem to be busy in their personal lives."

"I wonder how's she doing, by the way."

"At this point she's still trying to break a single droplet of sweat."

"The news about that twin race looks exciting, by the way. Wouldn't be surprised if there's some sort of genetic connection between us and them."

"And what'll we going to do once it's proven?"

"You know, i'm tired of conquering civilizations. Let's have friends at least once in a while."