Arawak — Roleplayer Guild

On the Eve of a New Cycle

A materialist by the name of Trivo steps up to a projector.  He is a very flabby, blubbery figure, with not much in the way of discernible teeth nor any hair beyond some facial cilla.  His skin, so transparent you can see the muscles within and the yellowish eyes through the thin, gel-like skin do not give a full picture in the kind of man he is, normally wearing his exoskeletal suit when in a formal setting.  But alas, this is an emergency conference with the other leaders of his party.

One of them, a shapeless he sees right by him absent of any body features or clothing beyond that reflective humanoid form and a couple opaque eyes says "First Citizen Tirvo, it is time we speak on the state of the accessible universe as of the three hundredth year of the republic and how to move forward from the corruption scandal that plagued the last coalition."

Tirvo tries to keep a professional, stiff composure despite being basically naked during this sudden discussion and replies "As the first citizen and head of the formless party my duty to ensuring universal liberty has made it a first priority to continue the efforts of liberating new worlds for the federation.  We have our sights set on multiple societies which have come into close orbit to our outpost worlds within the inner associations as of late and if we act fast we may uproot the Jinn States who live ever closer to the sun from the Virgo outpost worlds."

The shapeless is just there, seemingly cold and reactionless before replying "As your high diplomat, I advise that we do not waste our time with them.  We have bigger factions to contend with who are within orbit of our outer worlds.  The inner system back waters can wait surely."

Another Representative of the party, mainly his organizer begins to bring up domestic problems on the very world of Lux.  This representative has no avatar and just prefers to use a red screen.

"We have to worry not just of what is out there.  Within our world in the arctic habitats we are contending with splinter protests yet again.  You know how they are." the red screen says.

 Tirvo is never certain who is actually behind the red screen, unsure of who to reply to first Tirvo just cranes its sloppy head a bit tells the red screen "I'll get to that later, there is another issue more pressing."

The red screen simply dissipates in response.

Tirvo brings its attention back to the shapeless secretary expressing a bit of concern, "but what if they spread?  All our probes that go there end up being destroyed, suggested a strong military.  Tackling them sooner than later may be optimal for spreading the light of civilization and emancipators the individual from the oppression of the world dictatorships."

Another figure, a very peculiar one suddenly chimes into view.  It is a vague figure, unlike anything Tirvo has seen and isn't sure if it is even a shapeless.  

"Who is this?" Tirvo uncomfortably asks, its privacy being invaded twice now.

The figure is just silent and the high diplomat shouts before going silent, "We have been compromised!"

The silent figure, with the annoyance gone finally speaks ina rather soft tone of voice, "What about the Concord?"

Suddenly it vanishes and the room returns to normal with the high diplomat down right in a state of yellow faced panic. The high diplomat shouts "We have been compromised!  Your safety is at extreme risk!"

But Tirvo, oddly laid back about this encounter just dismisses the concern and says "Perhaps we could send someone to the Concord."

"But what about your safety?" The high diplomat asks, unable to express the bit of chock it was feeling.

"My safety?" A befuddled Tirvo wonders out loud before assuring "My safety is ensured by other means.  Do not worry.  Just get who you can to the Concord."  

Concord Outreach Mission

The question of our time is not one of rebuilding the past, but of building towards a different path than the one the distant past had set us on in an opportunity which only appears once every so often in the cycle of civilization.  When the lights begin to shine again, we can project a more equitable and more just vision for society than what has come before.  Be it when we lived in slavery centuries ago or lived under the corruption of the populistic party before the constructivists.  Currently the situation has become incredibly chaotic once again as the three parties continue their competition for control of the worlds.  

The current first citizen, a materialist by the name of Tirvo Suveno from the colonized garden habitat of Janus the Third has gained considerable interest in trying to expand the Domain’s reach to the other rising societies in the known universe.  Operative Sarns, a shapeless diplomat appointed by Suveno, founds itself now headed on a small space craft headed towards alien territory.  The journey is just a few days, but you never know what can happen on the way there.  The risk is vast on the way, for in a spacecraft such as the gleaming white and gold Prosperity Shuttles you are always being watched.  Thousands of lights always being detected even in this dim age.  The two guard frigates, which the Formless Party had sanctioned, this group is unable to account for every potential danger, which may be dealt the way of the mission.

Within the shuttle, a dispute has broken out between Suveno and its fellow folk within the spacious luxury craft gleaming in platinum tiles and reflective, silvery panels.  The deck is highly simple in its interface- just a 3D map projection and a local AI salvaged from ancient ruins.  The wealth of the Formless elite is something they are all too happy to express much to the disdain of Suveno, who takes on its default, blank form as it stares over a hovering table facing very rigid headed Tibian whose coal black eye burn in irritation while its spindly fingers tap the table tops.  

The Tibian brings up the question on its mind, bluntly asking, “To what degree are we to even interact with them?  Every intelligence we have on our destination shows them to be hardly anything humanoid, yet your higher ups have insisted on bringing an infiltrator.”  

Suveno shifts its seemingly shapeless head into a tan shaped head while retaining its android base body and replies in a vocal tone imitating someone else, “We aren’t trying to infiltrate.  We are here solely for formal interaction.”

“In which case, why did you bring me?” the Tibian asks before reforming itself back to its default form, that of a greyish humanoid.  

Suveno shifts to its default head again and simply says "Because I needed you here.  I just do."

The grayish humanoid shapeless is just a bit silent on this before saying "I see.  Hopefully I do not make the body guard redundant either way.  We should be arriving within 87 hours from now to this destination.  Which place was it that we were going again?"

Operative Sarns replies "We are headed to Lural, which our intelligence believes to be the capital of the Concord."
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