[center][h2][b]Ilshar Ard’sabekh[/b][/h2][/center]


Peace talks. So, that was it. Ilshar leaned back in his seat, retracting a few eyes as he considered what the Authority Node had just somewhat circuitously explained. The first thing to come to mind was that this did nothing to dislodge the UCL from Zanovia. Quite the opposite, it gave them room to tighten their grip on their proxies, though probably in a more reduced way than they would have liked. But then the conflict was not going to die out because of this. If the League wanted to keep that hold, they would, as he had thought, need to keep their forces locked to the ground for at least a while…

What did he know about the Intransigence and its goals, really? From the start, he had assumed that it ultimately wanted the same things any such body with a large armed force always did - more space, more influence, more worldly power. From what he’d heard, supposedly it had folded into itself remnants of the Expanse’s own interplanetary Liberation Front, but Ilshar’s knowledge of happenings in the wider galaxy before the end of the war had always been hazy. The one thing he could be sure about was that whatever game his employers were playing, it was a long one.

More pressingly, the strange and irreverent hologram was here to stay. Great. At least the loud human was out of it for the time being.

[b]“Don’t you worry about us, we’ll keep up,”[/b] he passed his flexile tongue along the tips of yellowed shardlike teeth, a cluster of eyes fixed on King, [b]“Ilshar. Or Teffn, I’ve gone by that. Seems we’ll be sharing suppression duty while the [i]walking hive[/i] strikes the hammer.”[/b] He motioned at Echo, before inclining his head to turn most of his eyes at the Authority Node.

[b]“But if it’s time for us to know, what will it strike next?”[/b]