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[indent]When Tahlia returned from hall with stale loaf, the four that comprised of what lastly formulated the Artemis crew, spent the rest of the day keeled against a cold wall behind a locked door. Confusion about the situation itself soon would be clear by an odd visitor... Well, "visitor" would be a strange title to tie him too-- to tie [i]it[/i] to.

Once the ship landed, or so it felt, the same blacked-skinned-skull-faced-creatures let loose the locked door and in walked another [i]thing[/i]. It was a machine, yet quite more deluxe than the other bot before, this one though a similar white exterior actually appeared as a hint of humanity. The way it stared closely into the eyes of those who where what it imitated, head titled-- every movement seemed so real. It held out a hand in front Yaz, waiting patiently until she accepted it. Once its hands was grip, the bot ushered her up. It repeated this gesture with the others, managing that each stood on their feet.    

[color=B0E0E6]"Pseudo: false but bearing the appearance of; pretender, unreal. 

I [I]am[/i] Pseudo. 

I am a false copy of your humanity, a Pseudo-Human.

Nonetheless, I am the closest thing to your species, or [i]was[/i] the closest thing... I as every 'Specie Simulation' was appointed by the Principality of Galaxies. My purpose, I will explain in due time, but first I must inform you of the Principality-- it is an oligarchy of five dominating races. The Principality is quite a brutal system, yet it is suffice to say the race each monarch represents thrives fearlessly. 

The creatures outside this door, that I am sure you have observed before are known as the Britheians. A male-dominant race motivated by power, strength, and honor. Britheians take unbreakable pride in the Principality. Offenses against the order are not taken lightly. 

Humanity has been accused of treason. Yet, the Principality spares mercy, they wish to speak to your king or your queen. I, Pseudo, will act as means of translation. As informed before, the bot first arriving on this ship was destroyed by a former crew mate. The Principality takes notice to the misdeed... It is advised to speak warily.

Who reigns as humanity's monarch?

Does humanity [i]have[/i] a monarch?"[/color] [/indent] 

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