Chayyliel was relatively quiet when the representative spoke, but it was rather clear that they were not happy, made even clearer the moment they opened their mouth. [color=c0c0c0]“So not only did they make us wait 5 hours before even [i]considering[/i] to send someone out, but now we are listening to someone who doesn’t even really have any [i]real[/i] power? You have got to be kidding me! The least you could have done was sent out one of those blasted androids or whatever to tell us FOUR AND A HALF HOURS AGO that there would be a damn hold up! But n-”[/color] The female side of the Akæn was promptly silenced when the General opened his mouth to address them, for some reason it seemed they had enough respect for Creft that when he was about to say something they fell silent.

Creft listened to what the UFP representative had to say for them, but they couldn’t get too far before one of the Akæn had one of their trademark outbursts. Not having encouraged them to turn back to Drekavac might have been a mistake, something the General attempted to fix. “Your highness, I consider Drekavac to be more suited for this task. They have a certain talent with… not threatening people during peaceful negotiations.” Having said that to his companion, he turned to the official: “Deeply sorry about that.”

Chayyliel gave Creft a sideways glance before scrunching up their face, arms crossed under their chest. [Color=c0c0c0] “I guess I can[/color] [color=cc0000]accommodate your request.”[/color] they said, their shifting of gender nearly seamless if not a little creepy, [color=cc0000]”Huh, usually there is more of a fight… Then again this definitely isn't a war council.”[/color] As Drekavac spoke, golden metal oozed over his arms, followed by a near black colored metal. 

Creft nodded and voiced a simple “Thank you” to the fellow diplomat before being interrupted once again. The text ACASIAS delivered to him hurt his head, so the sender of it was already quite clear. “ACASIAS, please make this legible” he requested of the computer, who delivered after a quick comparison between the text messages usually sent by Nick and the responses to them. The message went a little something like “Are you suggesting I am the first to arrive? Where are the rest?” The computer had undoubtedly gone a bit further than needed, but at least now Creft could answer. "Vropda should be on her way. Do not do anything stupid. By stupid, I mean anything I would call stupid, since your own sense of judgement is not to be trusted."

With that intrusion out of the way, Creft returned to the negotiations at hand. “An orbital embassy would be best in our interests, as they are less commonly threatened by renovation work on planetary surface.” While that was part of his reasoning, it also allowed for much more regulated traffic in the vicinity and allowed them to install self-destruct measures in case of potential information breaches without endangering peace treaties. He then made a gesture signalling that someone else could speak, not wanting to hog all the decision making for himself as that could be judged as ‘improper conduct’ back in the next council meeting.

Ceraun leaned back in her chair, somewhat bemused by the negotiations going on before her. She wondered how this primitive society had become the main political power in this corner of the galaxy, but she assumed it simply meant the other members of this so-called Federation were weaker. As Creft gestured for another to speak, Ceraun leaned forward again and cleared her throat lightly. [color=6ecff6]“Indubitably, the discussion of compensation will inevitably find its way to the forefront. We can provide the necessary resources and labor to construct and maintain said embassy, and request in return the free flow of scientific information between our peoples. We would also request that our people be allowed to travel to our embassy freely from the surface at all times, even during periods of flight grounding as you recently demonstrated. We further request that the embassy be free from embellishments and security devices installed on your behalf as they may interfere with the delicate operations of our computer systems. Surely these terms should be more than satisfactory.”[/color] Ceraun smiled sweetly at the official before them, silently wondering the cranial density and how much force would need to be applied in order to not have to deal with this asinine blathering much longer.

[color=cc0000]“I would prefer it if it was strictly our people and our devices at all times,”[/color] Drekavac murmured, [color=cc0000]“Alliances are all fine and good, but we all know that sometimes things go wrong and the last thing we need is someone with a grudge on the inside. While it could just as easily happen with our own, at least we would be able to take care of it ourselves rather than having to go through another embassy just to make sure they are properly taken care of. Or risk that embassy just letting them off scott free because they were passing messages upon request.”[/color] It was clear that the Akæn did not trust those outside their own fleet, not that they had much of a reason to trust anyone else to begin with. They were already a bit strange by conventional standards and their race was known for sticking its nose into different affairs, who was to say they didn’t have an enemy somewhere simply because of what they were?

Creft couldn’t help but tap Drekavac on the shoulder before leaning forward in his seat and sharing his opinion on this matter: “To begin and maintain a friendly relationship, it is imperative that we actually communicate. Having an embassy open for just that is… well, mandatory.” Having (hopefully) made clear that they were not building a closed off spy satellite, the General responded to the inquiries regarding trade of planets. “And yes, we would also very much like to remain on friendly terms as of now. There is no use for either of us to go waving guns in the face of the other. However, as per the protocol set by Fleet council, I will need no objections from my fellow ambassadors here to establish this treaty. Your highness, Ceraun, do you consent to forming a peace and identification treaty with the United Federation of Planets, on the terms currently laid out?”

[color=cc0000]“Never said we wouldn’t be open to communication,”[/color] Drekavac replied to Creft, [color=cc0000]“Just that I rather not have anyone but our own in the cogworks. My meaning must not have been very clear. However, I consent to forming a peace and identification treaty with the UFP… as long as our terms are agreed to and met.”[/color] While the male side of the Akæn wasn’t usually so stand offish, it was clear they were still not very pleased with how long they had been forced to wait, it never pleased them when hours were wasted on waiting when other things could be done.

[color=6ecff6]“You needn’t worry so much, Drekavac,”[/color] Ceraun replied soothingly. [color=6ecff6]”I am sure that the UFP will handle communication with the same level of dignitary and expeditious conduct--”[/color] her expression remained motionless despite an abrupt cough from the General punctuating her sentence [color=6ecff6]“--that they have entreated us with today.”[/color] The doctor raised an eyebrow towards the Akæn pointedly before turning her head back towards the representative whose name she had already forgotten. [color=6ecff6]”Despite my severe misgivings about the nature of this Federation and their level of respect for us, I agree that we approve this treaty should they accept our terms. I pray my trust is not misplaced.”[/color]

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