[u][b]Planet Nouvelle, Frontier town of Cherac
First contact with alien species known as Sazkarjhit[/b][/u]

Captain Reynald rose from his kneeling position to stand bowing, watching these metal clad beings begin to speak amongst one another, or, what seemed like it. Their tones and language were indecipherable, let alone barely able to be heard above the crackling flames of the fire the still burned in the town center. He hoped to himself, that if these beings were the “Angles”, that he had not offended them. Still holding his side arm, Reynald replaced it within its holster, and button the leather flap closed.

Captain Reynald fought the urge to take a step back as the largest of the beings strode forward. His armor had black stripes that stood out upon it, different than the other metallic beings. He finally completely rose from his bow, to look upwards at this being. Tall, much taller than he was, metal skin with some sort of colored visor where a face should be. Reynald smiled politely, trying to alleviate the fear and doubt he had at the back of his mind. 

The being was a sight to behold, and after a moment of looking upon the Nouvellian, it spoke in its native tongue, before doing something. It pulled out some sort of tablet, a pill of sorts, and then lowered its helmet in a folding manner. After this, it ingested the tablet, letting out a few gruff coughs, before standing upright once more. It was then, that Captain Reynald could behold the true form of these metal beings.

Reynald could not help but stare at this new and alien being. The drastic differences were many, and so profoundly life changing. It was though a reptile of this planet had evolved into what stood before the Nouvellian. Or, perhaps, these were the “Angels” true form, the metal but an outer protective skin. Either way, Captain Reynald was deeply in awe when the creature spoke.

The creature’s mouth moved, followed by a disembodied voice shortly afterwards, in a peculiar dialect of the Nouvellian language. It was similar, but, much more… lacking flair, or rather, it seemed to be favoring a simplified version that had more emphasis on brevity and directness, rather than the flowing way Nouvellians spoke. Still, Captain Reynald was able to understand the being, in all he wished to convey… or, at least Captain Reynald assumed it was a male.

“It is a great honor to be among the first whom get to meet with you, honored representative of the Empire of Sazkarjhia. Allow me, Captain Reynald of the Cherac garrison, welcome you to our planet, Nouvelle. I am but a humble servant of her Majesty, Queen Sabine. Yet, I do not doubt she would be most honored as well, if not more, to welcome true disciples of the gods… of Tem’plar. Captain Ranan Suren’kum, leader of Marine Brigade, ‘Angel’ from the Might of a Thousand Suns… we are all your humble subjects. Only the gods could ever possess such might and glory to come from the skies. How can we, the people of Cherac, be of service to you, ‘Angel’ Captain Ranan Suren’kum?”

By now, most of the local populace had come out from their homes, to look in awe among the beings that they too felt were ‘Angels’. Many had knelt down, bowing before these beings, others stood bowing, and some stood, too engrossed in the moment to do much more than stare. These people all looked at the exchange between the Captain of the garrison, and this new being, this ‘Angel’ Captain Ranan Suren’kum, awaiting for what was to happen next. Had the gods finally returned, after all these years, had their divine beings taken notice of the people of Nouvelle? 

[u][b]Nouvelle, Capital City of Hollie
Royal Palace, Throne Room[/b][/u]

Queen Sabine watched her quests bow before her, suppressing the urge to laugh at the awkwardness of the males when they performed their bows. Still, they honored her even with their lack of court manners. On the other hand, their leader, the female was very well practiced in the idiosyncrasies of the royal court. Her form was nearly perfect, only flaw in that she had no dress to complete the look that the gestures of her hands would have done. Sabine took notice of this one, curious as to who she was. She quickly called one of her retainers over, whispering something to the man, before he bowed, and turned, running off in some direction. She turned her attention back to her guests.

The woman spoke, not only with authority, to show her station above her comrades, but also with respect, the tone that one who had experience with nobility, or at least, people whom were in a seat of power, would have been spoken to with. Curious, indeed. The leader went on to speak of their current situation. Sabine could not help but smile, as these people from a far off world spoke of their own problems, how they travelled her in a ship that was incomplete. Brave, bold, a sense of honor.

On the other hand, what did concern Queen Sabine greatly was the talk of being conquered, the very real chance that something or someone could have come to this planet with anything other than peaceful intentions. She leaned forward in her throne, taking a closer look at the Terrans before her. The level of technology these beings possessed was not readily apparent, until she looked at their side arms, the craftsmanship alone many, many years ahead. These people, these beings from beyond the stars, could offer much, teach the people of Nouvelle more than they hoped to learn for many lifetimes, but at what cost?

Mining rights could be just the beginning. Sabine closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the history she was taught of her people. The wars, the genocides, how the nobility was almost completely wiped off the face of the planet. She took a deep breath, opening her eyes up once more, to look upon her quests. She smiled at them genuinely, before holding up her right hand, indicating that she was going to speak.

“It is early still, and our people have just met. And, much to my dismay, I know none of your names, and I would surely dishonor both myself, and you, if I were to merely speak to you if you had no names. This will not do. No, before we can speak any more, I will need to know your names, to better partake in these talks. No doubt you are tired and weary from your journey. A hot bath and clean clothes would suit you well, and, of course, make you seem far less… conspicuous. I will have Sergeant Caudill escort you all to the guest quarters, where you will be given a room, clothes, and a fresh bath. I have enjoyed this conversation thus far, but, I too must make the preparations for further interactions. And… sadly, I also must take care of some other business. We will reconvene in two hours’ time. That is sufficient for both parties to be ready. I look forward to talking to you all then, especially you…” Queen Sabine pointed to the female leader of the group.

With that, Queen Sabine stood up, smiling to her guests, and fellow Nouvellians, before turning to head out behind the throne, through hanging banners and out an unseen door. She of course, would have waited for the appropriate bows from her people and the quests, even returning a bow to them, before she would leave. That left the guests to the company of Sgt. Caudill. He smiled at them, and pointed to a set of double doors. He motioned them to follow him, before he would lead them to a different part of the palace from which they had entered. “This way please, we have to get you all ready for your talks with the Queen. This is a great honor.” He bowed his head to them, and would wait for them to follow.

[u][b]Nouvelle, Capital City of Hollie
Central Trade District, Plaza De Leone[/b][/u]

By now, many people had come from their homes to see all the commotion that was going on. The young, old, and everything in between had gathered around these strange new beings. Along with the influx of citizen, came an influx of police forces. The fought through the ever growing crowed to make their ways to the front, doing their best to begin forming a barrier to keep anyone from getting too close. The people were peaceful, but, of course, with anything new, never before seen, everyone wanted to get a look at what was going on. 

The people, to include the police, were very interested in these beings that had arrived from the skies, these “Angels” of the heavens. A few mounted police had arrived by now, but they were staying in the rear, providing over watch and reserve if they would be needed. The three original police officers in attendance had come together, all standing before these beings. They spoke amongst one another, before deciding who would be the main one to converse with the “Angels”.

Sergeant Bower let out a low sigh, nervous, and then nodded to his men, taking a step forward to be more readily available for the alien beings. The two front “Angels” had handed off what the Sgt. Bower surmised to be weapons of some sort. The two leader beings were flanked by other, more ominous beings, no doubt some form of warrior “Angels”. Still, even without their weapons, they probably still possessed power well beyond that of the young police officer.

The beings were joined by two more, not the warrior ones, but different. Auxiliary beings, Bower could only guess. Before he could truly figure out what they were, these two new ones, and the two before him, all strode forth to stand before him, and began to speak in an unknown language. It was completely foreign, nothing like he had heard before. It was low, almost quiet, as though they were speaking inside of a library. He did however figure out that they were asking a question of some sort, based off how the inflection at the beings spoken words end changed. 

Sgt. Bower stood in quiet collection, trying his best to make sense of the situation as it unfolded. He looked at these new beings, and then back to his own people, trying to figure out what would be best for not only himself, and the people of Nouvelle, but also for these new visitors. He looked back at them, unsure of what they were doing. They seemed to be standing still, perhaps exchanging words with one another. They may have moved slightly, but he was not entirely sure of that either. 
 
Before he could put any further thought into the matter the beings, in particular, the lead one, addressed him. Its tone, and odd way of speaking the native tongue of Nouvelle was hard to grasp at first, but, after a few moments, Sgt. Bower understood what was being asked. They wanted to speak with a leader, perhaps his captain, or, more likely, the city police General. He turned to his fellow police officers, and began to speak with them.

As he spoke with his comrades about what had been said, one of the beings, a warrior “Angel” strode forth to speak with its leader figures. What was said was too low to be heard, but, whatever it was, the leader figure paused, and seemed to do something. Probably thinking. After a while, it turned its attention back to the beings that it was with. It must have ordered them to do something, because the beings moved about, most returning to their vessel, and they closed the doorway behind them. 

Their vessel transformed considerably, as metal plates extended downwards to protect the struts and wheels of the vessel, completely blocking them off from the world around them. This was followed by the wings folding inwards, retracting and reducing their size. The wing closure coincided with the appearance of two turrets, one by each wing that appeared from within the vessel. These new changes were of a defensive nature, to the people of Nouvelle, and the turrets were there not as a threat, but rather, a deterrent if the need arose. 

As that finished, the lead being turned to the police officers before it, and spoke to them. After it finished, Sgt. Bower looked among his two comrades, and nodded to them. The turned to their captain, sitting atop a horse to rear, and indicated that they were asking to see command. The captain nudged his mount forward, and rode to meet the Sergeant and the new beings. He spoke quickly to the Sergeant, before nodding, and ridding off towards the palace.

Sgt. Bower turned to the beings, bowing before them, and then motioning for them to follow him. “We will escort you to the palace gates, where you will speak to the General of the Royal Police. It is up to him whether or not you will go any further. It is only a few blocks away. The police forces here will ensure no one tampers with your vessel, and will have the roads blocked off so that we make all due haste to the palace. These new “Angels” you spoke of, are they with you, or, are they with someone else?”