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[i]Triviality of Formalities[/i]
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There was a possibility that the events occurring just on screen were some of the most significant to happen at this very moment but only for this very moment. The future hasn't been written and not all was written from the past. Regardless, the proceedings on the screen were significant in that it would determine the outcome of many worlds. Although the reverb from this outcome would only echo for a considerably brief moment in time, it would impact Mandus for the rest of his life, most likely. Thus, the events had relevance and importance but only due to his own bias. It was a shame that Mandus found himself so far away at this moment.

It was probably too late to come to this realization but as Mandus watched the Outliner's crew sally forth from their vessel, he thought that sending the Ghoul might have been an error. Then again, it was an error that did not have a large margin of effect on what Mandus perceived as the future. Even if Eto had managed to rile up the other parties in attendance and even if they had united under one banner, the Outliners and their Alliance would clash in battle. That much was inevitable even with this diplomatic attempt at supposedly quelling hostilities. Considering the odds, Mandus believed even still the Outliners would triumph. He had seen the future and witnessed the best course for salvation. These other factions were kidding themselves in their rebellion. 

The Imperium were nothing more than self-righteous fanatics. Mandus had done his homework, he knew that their leadership was entirely entrusted to their own and it was inevitable that conflict would arise with unrepresented races. The British colonies of America rebelled on a simple penny tax on tea due to that fact and that was a much smaller scale compared to what the Imperium were currently harboring.

The new players, the Goa'uld Star Empire, have been passive up to this point. In many ways, it is a surprise that they were even invited to the delegations. They were small and entirely dependent upon their own for their military strength, which was folly. Mandus was essentially a god in his world and yet he would fall to many according to several dossiers he had. The Goa'uld's pride and xenophobia was ultimately their greatest weakness.

Finally there were the missing players, or rather mostly missing. The Alliance of Conquerors. There was a joke being passed around the Outliners and it was a shame Mandus couldn't remember because even he had a chuckle at it. Over the past year, they had been thoroughly beaten by the Outliners and have been routed since their leadership fell.

After all the parties had arrived that were going to arrive, Mandus took a glance over his shoulder to covertly spy on the infamous leader. The Envisioning One. Their leader sat in the center of a circular control room on top of throne-like pedestal. The room was dim enough to cloud the area around where the Envisioning One sat so much so that you might have not even suspected someone to be there but there was... Mandus could feel it. It would have been nice to gauge his leader's reaction but in a way, Mandus could understand the desire for secrecy. He, himself, wore a ornate pig mask at all times, more for the sake of the other Oswald Mandus's that there may be.

Mandus turned back to watch the proceedings without comment. He felt the Envision One's eyes on his back for a brief moment as he turned, reminding him, however briefly, that he was in the presence of his superior.