Earth starport: 3 days before the council.

An elegant starship flew onto the docking clamps. It was quite graceful in design, fit more to impress than to project power. It contained two visitors of particular importance, here to represent their respective people at the galactic council.

The first was barrier-2. Overseer of social sciences and assigned ambassador of the Qulseoc people. Sat in a rolling exosuit that lazily moved itself out of the ship. It was a pretty standard Qulseoc exosuit, consisting of a hab-tube filled with water attached to a frame with tracked wheels and simple manipulator arms. Although the Qulseoc could move about on foot, their tentacled limbs made movement on dry ground sluggish and somewhat goofy to look at. Such undignified blubbering could not do for an important representative like that.

The second was High Commissar Vardan Ruska of the Savarog Federation and its subjects. He stood at a fearsome eight and a half foot, and was clad in traditional Savarog formal garments - though to other races these still seemed somewhat plain and utilitarian. Even his tusks had, what would appear to be, gold inlays among them a starkly different manner of clothing and decoration than was normally considered for Savarog diplomats. He stood alongside the Quelseoc overseer of social sciences, and ahead of a contingent of elite, power-armoured Crakador super-heavy infantry, their armour marked with tribal sigils signifying them as all Kunaka - or, bluntly, honour guards.

“So… commissar” the static voice of the Qulseoc sounded. “Let us recap what our stances on predicted issues on the council’s agenda will be.” One of the slimy tentacles danced over the internal control screen, and a holographic display took form, listing everything in a neat spreadsheet.

”Hmm... probably wanna mention those Kurtiyes and their whole war issue. No doubt those peace--lovers will want a cease fire... guess that’d be our primary goal for that issue.” The Savarog looked almost bored by this, and that is by all regards what he actually felt. “Guess we also need to stop those humans from populating further, don’t want that turning into a civil war like those Kurtiyes. No doubt you should probably do the talk for that, however.”

“Yes, It would indeed be in our interests to see that whole crisis resolved peacefully, but as I mentioned earlier, we’ll also openly support the Ozgersarry faction. After all, as you of all people should know, a strong army trumps economic power, at least in a dirty civil war like this.” The Qulseoc knew what he was talking about. It was his job to know these things. “And concerning sol’s expansionism… It would indeed be a shame to see them fall to ruin due to overextension. And fall to ruin they will if current trends continue.”

After those two points, the ambassadors continued the discussion onwards to more minor points, currently of little relevance. It wasn’t long until they were shuttled to the planet’s surface and moved to their assigned quarters.