[b][u]Amare, Federation Embassy[/u][/b] After yet another uneventful on the job. Ambassador Nakua, an member of the blue-skinned Janari, stepped into his room, and slamming onto his bed to finally get some much needed rest. Very much unlike yesterday, with the Confederates paying a visit to the Muni. To Nakua, it was rather odd they came so far, but no matter, for the time being, he could care less for at least once, that was until he heard an several ring tones coming to the left of him. A small device laying on a table, a holographic projector. The Ambassador sighed and proceeded to get up and answer the call. He pressed down on the flashing button as a small holographic display materialized, it was Admiral Argus Bradley. "Argus?" he asked his old friend. "I didn't exactly to expect a call from you of all people." "Sorry Nakua, we'll have to skip the pleasantries and get on with a certain topic." Nakau groaned as he knew well what the Admiral meant. "I'm sorry Argus." He said, once some years ago, they had a conversation regarding the Muni's potential as Special Forces Candidates, needles to say, he didn't agree."But you know I can't just go about and conscripting people who aren't even Federation citizens!" "I know that...their natural talents however, are exactly what we are looking for in Special Forces Operatives. The War's been dragging on for a good while Nakua. They won't refuse." ".....fine. I'll get in contact with their leaders. I know they're friendly folk, but this is pushing it." "I appreciate that Nakua, and I apologize, but we can not afford to not use valuable assets. Admiral Bradley, over and out." The hologram soon flickered off. Nakua let out a heavy sigh, but in a way, the Admiral was right, Muni hardly refuse offers, and their skills as Nocturnal Hunters would come in hand in battle, but to recruit them into a war they have no understanding of leaves an uneasy feeling in him. The Ambassador turned the device over as he pressed down a set of numbers to get into contact with the Muni heads. The room of Plash Shree was as dark as the rest of the planet, with vines and ferns covering it’s walls and floors. The large circular portal into the abode was doorless as the smog rolled in unbarred, along with the occasional friendly chirp or click from a passerby. Plash himself laid face first in a bed of straws with the familiar female from the bath curled up next to him. Their bodies heaved up and down as they breathed gently, their eyes slits and their minds dreaming. The occasional knock and bump would thud softly against the walls of Plash’s abode as its connecting cells were shared with other families, as was custom in the land of the Muni. A sharp trill rang through the air, stimulating the whiskers of the two lovers. The two shot out of the makeshift bed, erupting the room in a shower of straw and colorful swirls of disrupted gasses and miasma. Their eyes scanned the room, and the only sound that challenged the trill was the sigh of Plash as he realized what was happening -- the trill was his phone, a gift from the Federation. The Muni put his palm on the female, Pill Grii’s, forehead and she smiled in acknowledgement. He could feel her pulse slow back into a calm, and taste her anxiety dissipating. With a soft smile against the eternal darkness of the night, Prash lifted his hand and reached out for the device, ending it’s alarm. “Hello?” The Muni representative hissed at the small metallic device, attempting to hide his exhausted mumble with a lively accent. “Ah, Good evening.” said the Ambassador. “I do apologize for this sudden call...but, I have a favor to ask of your people. If possible, I’d request to speak with the others as well.” “Do you want me to call to the forum?” Plash questioned, as the four voices usually meet a forum where any and all may chime into the debate. “Or is it personal.” “It would be best, yes...in fact, It won’t be necessary for me to intend. You may speak of the favor for me among the Four.” The Ambassador was silent for but a brief moment before he resumed speaking. “The United Aurolian Federation, your friend and ally, is of need of help. For years we’ve struggled for a star system not far from Pax-Ra, and I have called you for a favor, would the Muni be willing to lend their best and brightest of their Hunters to aid us in this conflict?” “You need help hunting?” Plash said surprised, he figured the large and very technologically advanced foreigners would be all set in that department. “Of course we would help, I doubt we would turn away assisting our friends,” Plash said with his eyes trained on the approving nods of Pill Grii. Her arms wrapped around him as he tumbled the thought in his mind, seeing no way the compassionate Muni would challenge this cry for help. His nerves spiked with stimulation as her warm skin touched his and he leaned into her as he spoke into the mall device again, “I will call you as soon as we reach a verdict, but highly doubt there would be anything negative to report, so no need to hold your breath, friend.” “Happy to hear it, the Federation thanks you.” Nakua said before shutting off the device. A heavy sense of guilt fell over him. “What the hell have I done….?” His eyes becoming blurry, tears slowly running down.“They don’t know war, never fought one in their history...I only pray they learn how to survive these new and bloody “hunting grounds”, or…” He rather not finish that sentence, and just wiped away the tears. “Argus, you old bastard.” he mumbled to himself. “This better be worth the lives.” Plash struggled with the device, attempting to cut off it’s signal when he realized it was already shut off. His whiskers twitched as he received a small wave of feedback before it fell silent. “Plash Shree,” Pill chimed, collecting the attention of the man. “You should teach the men of the other worlds our compassion, join their hunt, and feed their children.” Plash nodded at her clicks, “it is the proper way to respect our friendship, I will bring it to the others, and to all of Pax-ra.” The man smiled, although he hadn’t hunted for quite some time, living the life of a forum voice. He can remember the joy of bringing sustenance to his family and friends and the gentle and tedious ceremony of respecting those that had to die for his hunger to be satisfied, may his food rest at ease. He will have to suffer the guilt of taking a life once more, but for the better of his friends family. Plash Shree squeezed the hand of Pill and she read his thoughts as she shared the same crossed face, yet the subtle pulsing excitement of strengthening friendships. [hider=Things to know] - The Muni are joining the Haven war, unbeknownst to them. - The Muni Forums are uniting for the debate - The Ambassador feels the guilt. Banter: How’s that? So innocent. I know, it’s the perfect twist, Yeah I think we can post this now and I’ll do a quick meeting post after dinner, So it’s better if you post this, go for it.. Okay, change what you want, I’ll post it in a few hours Very good :P Oh man the horrors they’ll see. So, that the end or you want to add in the meeting? Sounds good. Might add on to my own post. [/hider]