[b]Abyssal Domain[/b]
[u]Valence Point[/u]

Hovering about the numerous disc-like screens a dense, stubby figure who proclaims itself to be Zafuv stretches its arm in frustration.  Zafuv stretches its arm again and again vigorously, being ever more frustrated at what it realized.

Zafuv qualifies as a diplomat for the Abyssal Domain.

There is no worse job to have.  Its reputation among its peers is forever tainted, forever Zafuv is doomed to explore the galaxy and be in the company of other beings and their defective life styles.  Zafuv for a scant moment contemplates a reincarnation, but remembers all to clear the last time Zafuv reincarnated- perhaps being diplomat is punishment for killing its own self too much.  Zafuv knows why it was chosen; this diplomacy came to Zafuv after all.  For it was all the time Zafuv spent trying to understand the galactic basic that put Zafuv above many of its peers.  Zafuv underestimated its understanding of the galactic common too great.

And its own knowledge of other cultures in the galaxy only further detered Zafuv to this unfortunate task.

But it is a nessecary task.  Even if it means that the endless toil is diluted in the time wasting nonsense that pervades all too many other societies.  Societies where the rich and opulent labor less than the poor and dilligent.  Negotiating with these other societies will be tedious, but the rewards vast if all goes well.  Unlikely outcome, but it is an outcome worth attempting surely?  Zafuv looks at itself once more, with its thick silvery coat and pale, naked limbs gleaming from the natural light that fills the room and decides to accept its future.

Zafuv waddles out of the room with its new title.

Zafuv the Diplomat.