While Vreta knew that the Humans were being fairly polite, anything short of reverance towards the Rahn’Saki was considered offensive to at least some of the Rothians present. There were some glances exchanged between a few scientists, and an audible snarl from the Grand Admiral. He was a large, powerful, angry-looking Rothian with dark green scales, patterned with black lines in sharp, geometric arrangements. Fortunately for the Humans, though, the feelings of those being offended on the Speaker’s behalf did not seem to be shared by Roth’Orsa herself. With but a wave of her hand, a simple gesture to the Admiral, he silenced himself and erased any hint of anger from his being, as if it had never existed. She signaled for her people to stand and return to their seats, then took a seat at the head of the table herself opposite of the display of the President.

Although many of those present likely had much to say, there were none who would dare to speak over Roth’Orsa. She stared ahead with a friendly, yet somewhat strange expression. It was hard to place or describe in detail, but there was something about the way the Speaker looked and acted that was not [i]perfectly[/i] normal. “I believe politeness would demand I…introduce myself. It would be…rude for me to not inform you of who you speak to. I, this form before you, am Roth’Orsa. I speak for the Rahn’Saki, but we all [i]listen[/i] to you. You speak to all of us. We do not want that to be a surprise to you. We have come to a time where we cannot afford our usual patience. For us to preserve life, we must act with decisive purpose. We must think with haste; we must make our judgement. How do your people judge this being we discovered within the device?”