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The arrival of the ship alone stirred a great panic.

Idle peasantry sat upon rooftops, watching the shuttle move through the air at great speed, astounding with it's technology alone and causing a wonder of imagination at what they could be. Human, non-human or something much more alien, people wondered, curiosity turned to gossip and even arguments- the peasants couldn't stop their minds from running wild with ideas, even if it'd be only for a brief moment before that shuttle landed. None really thought much of the danger they posed, unquestioning of things and waiting for the next order by their leaders...

The nobility on the other hand had entered a full-blown panic, especially those well aware of their ancestors and the past war they waged. To some, it was as if Hell itself had begun knocking at their door, arming up anyone they could find and marching quickly to where the shuttle began to land. With rifles in hand, dozens of soldiers split into different squads- an incredibly small number compared to their usual armies -loyal to their nobles and marching behind or around them as a protective guard. Others brought their servants which carried food, chairs or prized materials that would help relax the nobles in this first-contact event. Others lacked an entourage of any sort, grit and experience calming them down and prepared for the worst with a handgun or sword at their hip.

And so when the shuttle landed and it's crew had arrived, witnessing the gathering before them...the crowd anarchic in clothes, technology and style, a strange concoction of peoples who stood there, silent, mouths shut, watching in amazement, fear and surprise. This silence would persist as the beautiful and captivating guests strode with armed guards, their statue-like movement- or lack thereof -causing a stir among the more armed nobles, eyes squinting with a primal panic amongst them, like animals they shuffled and stirred as if ready to jump into action and start firing.

As the ambassador spoke, the crowd then gasped, yet again the nobles simply talked amongst themselves in quiet whispers, a few seemed a bit entertained by the usage of their language! The nobles became lively in both interest...and obviously those with fear. There were those no doubt convinced it was a lie, so they tightened their grip on their guns and their peasants huddled up and would bear arms with their primitive weapons. Yet again, compared to the Midnight Technocracy, the inhabitants of Vystrallia seemed to be much less civilized and advanced, or at the least much more closer to barbaric humans.

Then, a sudden movement occurred somewhere in the crowd, in front of the recently arrived ambassadors and their guards. The nobility seemingly getting out of the way or, more likely, being pushed out of the way! Those at the forefront of the crowd turned about and as if sighting an unstoppable force, quickly moved out of the way, revealing an all-too mad and disheveled king. He stared forth, right at the recently arrived extraterrestrial guests, with a hostile look on his face. He approached, thoroughly armored and armed with a sword with strange blue lights outlining the sharp edge. He kept one hand on the handle of the sword, though keeping it sheathed, while the other remained idle at his side.

[b]"I speak on behalf of my people and the planet I call home, as both king and a citizen of Augustillia."[/b] His voice was loud, though had a striking about of mood and anger to it, as if staring right at his own death. Melodramatic as it was, in his mind, it truly was the end, especially what was once peaceful isolation from the stars [b]"Your arrival on this planet is a sign of great importance, one which is unable to be described in words alone. This planet and it's people have lived in peace, separated from the stars beyond for many generations. We know not what you are or what you bring, but we have no intention of harm, hostility, or war. Augustillia is a nation of honorable people and if you speak of words meaning peace, then we return with peace in kind."[/b]

His voice fell silent and so did the crowd. Words promising peace yet the actions of a few indicated something much more violent and complicated, as hypocritical as their usage of advanced technology, Augustillia yet again says one thing but prepares for another. At least of the Midnight Technocracy would be assured of one thing in the reports, this was no simple planet...