[b]Lakfakalle[/b]

The aggressive return of the Praetorians did not alleviate the situation. Several clicks and mechanical whirs could be heard as the rifles powered up. Standard riflemen pointed towards the soldiers, while units carrying Personal Anti-Armor Weapon missile launchers and newly-developed Type 60 MagRifles, loaded with High-Explosive ammunition, aimed towards the Empress. O.G.V.S. heavies strode forward with earth-shattering vibrations, as they raised napalm-equipped flamethrowers and heavy automatic weapons.

The diplomats stood back, until a deep, stern voice called from the ships.

[i]"All units, stand down!"[/i]

A commando in black-striped armor, most likely the unit commander, raised his hand and motioned it downwards and repeated the command. The group cleared from the center ship, and two figures strode out from the deck. One wore advanced armor with bronze, blue and white striping--the symbolic colors of the flag of Sazkarjhia--while the other wore a flowing white robe, brandishing a silver, five pointed spear. Neither wore helmets. The armored figure had yellow stripes under his eyes, which had formed large white pupils. The robed Sazkarjhit looked much younger, with three strips moving down from his forehead to his back. The soldier brandished a coilgun pistol in a holster on his side, while the priest-like man carried a heavy, steel five-pointed spear, identical to the one on his robe.

A couple OGVS units broke off from the group and followed them, while they approached the Empress, walking a deliberately slow pace. The spear banged loudly against the ground as the robed one use it like a walking stick. The Praetorians were nervous, and kept their guns pointed. The soldier whispered something in Sazka to the other, who simply nodded and continued to advance. Eventually, they both stopped. The robed Sazkarjhian cleared his throat, and began speaking.

"Certainly, while most think it is suicide, I have come to the meeting given the gravity of the situation. I apologize for the actions of my men; we've been quite nervous about the Collective in recent times, as you can imagine. I'm certain we are like insects to you, and you wish to take your figurative foot and crush us. This is something I want to fix. I am the Grand Vessel of Zarwaun, Fakeem Galsabisk Suar'kum, this soldier standing next to me is Supreme Commander of the Sazkarjhia People's Military, Commander Barasmus Lano'dum. I apologize if we appeared threatening to your men--you yourself didn't seem too ecstatic about it. But as I mentioned before, war is about to erupt and we cannot take any chances." 

Soldiers began muttering in Sazka, possibly slandering the race standing before them. The commando piped up. "If you Collective even [i]think[/i] about harming my men your precious empress will be blown apart."

Lano'dum turned to him. "Captain, that is enough." he shouted, turning back to the Empress.