Ryccian Empire,
Daonlathas,
Executive District

Two months had passed since the King's visit to the Ryccian Empire. The talks were deemed a succes by many, including himself. The result was the acquisition of a new tower on Daonlathas as embassy and early headquarters for Stoinian Companies, including ISN. The position of Legate, a Stoinian "military" Ambassador, was heavily fought for, but eventually the job had been given to Jeffrey David Sinclair. A Stoinian War Veteran and Major General in the Marine Corps who long wished for a more less peaceful assignment. As preparation he was briefed by the King on how and what to expect from the Ryccians. He also followed a course in French or Tionese as the Ryccians called to better mingle with the aristocratic elite. His main mission was to relay diplomatic messages and help Stoinians settle in, but doing so optimally would require to adapt to the Ryccians. The King's delegation had received a sky tour of Daonlathas, but never set foot on it. Sinclair would be the first Stoinian to set foot on the heart of Ryccia.
Alongside Sinclair a small detachment of Stoinian Royal Guardsmen, several civilian diplomatic officials, a few corporate members and of course his wife, Rebecca. Unfortunately she had to quit her job, but the Legate salary more than compensated for it. Of course having 8 children was no easy task, quite unimaginable for a Ryccian, but he managed. Five children had to come with them. Those were John (9), Erin (9), Lily (11), Robert (13) and William (15). David was at East Point (military Academy) and Paul would also enter it soon. Margaret was still studying nursery at Louisiana Planetary university, besides they had grown up enough to take care for themselves. Luckily the Ryccian government had allowed them to follow courses at the Imperial Academy's schools. The option was given to exempt the children from racism classes, but Sinclair refused. He extended his philosophy of adapting to his children and his men.

HMS Hermit had entered orbit of Daonlathas and Sinclair's shuttle was now entering orbit. Because he would be the first Stoinian to set foot on Daonlathas Ryccian News Networks had set up on the Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower's landing platform to catch this historic moment. As the Pelican twirled around to open up Sinclair finally saw Daonlathas and set his first footsteps on Daonlathas. The Ryccian news officials took pictures as the Royal Guardsemen formed a line on each side of Sinclair. He then marched forward and gave a small speech to the Ryccian officials.

"Greetings Ryccians. I am Legate Jeffrey David Sinclair of the Stoinian Star Kingdom and I will serve as its Ambassador to the Ryccian Empire. It is my and my people's will that we maintain friendly relations with your Empire. I will relay official messages from my government to yours. That's what an Ambassador should do, but I intend to do more. I am also here to learn more of your people and customs. To better understand you and live amongst you. Enfin, je essaierai d'aussi parler votre langue que vous appellez Tionese. My children will also follow courses with your children. And no for anyone out there, they will not eat your children. They too shall adapt to your customs as will every member of this diplomatic mission. Now I am sure I will get to know many of you personally as we will have a lot of press conferences together. But please hold on a bit to your journalism duties and allow myself to make me comfortable in my new house."

Then he was met by the Vurbentan architect, Kaixgre Vuxotsen, of the Tower and was given a tour of the Tower. Unlike hardline officers, he wasn't quite as disgusted by their appearance. Merely finding them odd, something he would grow accustomed to over time. A small commercial zone at the bottom allowing for traders to set up their temporary shops and start trading with the local populace. Given the Stoinians love for nature the Architect had placed trees alongside the alley where the markets would come. Sinclair gave him his compliments for the effort. Next were the headquarters for the companies. Small offices with large windows and Sinclair could take his first views of Daonlathas and was already amazed by it. Flying cars all over the place? Where was the order in that? Upon closer inspection he saw the main traffic lines, but the sheer amount of them perplexed him. The Ryccians sure meant it when they said they were ancient. Up next were the press conference and living quarters. The quarters were small, but they had character. Finally up top were his own quarters which was in fact a penthouse due to his "extended family". He went to visit his bureau, truly a sleek design. Of course there was a large window which lead to his balcony. Unwilling to wait any longer, he went outside and admired the majestic view. Seeing the Imperial Senate in all it's might.
 

 

Daonlathas was metallic, but still majestic in its own form. Perhaps this finding of admiration is what got him the job. A willingness to see the good of Ryccians, not just as decadent people. He then ordered for the rest of the Stoinian delegation to move in and make themselves at home. Later that day he would visit the Ryccian Imperial Academy's schools for his children ensuring they could start within the next few days. They may not know it yet, but they had received a great honour from the Ryccians to be allowed there without any sort of testing. Nonetheless, Sinclair voiced his thanks to the headmaster of the school during their tour. However the headmaster did voice his concern by not allowing their children to get the elite lifestyle that came with acceptance at the Academy's schools. However Sinclair replied with a short answer "They might be Ryccian educated, but they still should have Stoinian hearts."

The whole Stoinian delegation had settled and were now ready to show these Ryccies what it meant to be Stoinian. HMS Hermit had long gone for its long voyage back home. Sinclair's first task tomorrow was to speak at the press conference regarding Stoinian tourism locations such as Sinaia, Hyperion, Elysium, Corillia, Csillia, Gagarin and of course the tropical Rishka. His pitch would be essential to start the tourism and inform the Ryccian populace. Regardless of his Military career, he enjoyed this civilian aspect of the job. Yet because of all the admiration he couldn't quite yet sleep. So he set out to his penthouse's balcony and drink tea. His family had already fallen asleep so he had to be careful not to make too much noise. Daonlathas was majestic at day, but it was downright beautiful at night with all the lights. Sinclair grabbed a chiar while admiring the view, trying to follow some speeders, but it still all overwhelmed him. Slowly but steadily he too fell asleep on his balcony while admiring the view.

 

The next day was a good one as he began his day with his routine running in the market alley early in the morning. His pitch on the Stoinian resort worlds was good, but when asked as to where Stoinian tourists should go he only had this to say.

"To my Stoinian Brethren who want to visit the Ryccian Empire, I would suggest to not look any further. For Daonlathas is the city that never sleeps. It's mere existence is a miracle to me and I can say you right now. That even at the end of my mandate here, I won't have fully explored this planet myself. Daonlathas truly is the Crown Jewel of the Ryccian Empire."

Pacifica: Myria, Sallodesia, Stoinia • A1-0: Stoinian Star Kingdom • Aurora: Kingdom of Threnebor

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It had been a week now, slowly but steadily they were starting to feel at home. Of course the children wanted to go back, but later on they will be thankful for the experience. Or so he hoped.
After the short press conference, Sinclair was approached by a woman from Imperial News Network, Katrani Corgill. She had asked him if a possible exclusive interview could happen. Sinclair accepted and beligerently refused any other interviews. The day of the interview had come.

"Let's begin with the more visible irregularities. As I understand your job title isn't Ambassador, but Legate? And this has military connotations from what I understand? I mean your uniform reveals that somewhat, unless it isn't a military uniform."

''Yes, the title is Legate and this is indeed a Legate's uniform. Within our Kingdom foreign policy is joibtly operated by the military and civilian government. For those who don't already know, the military is run independently from government, but both serve under the King who serves as a bridge between the two.''

''Ah I see, so the role of your monarch is quite important in politics'?'

''In a way yes. Constitutionally the monarch has quite a lot of power. However there are a few unwritten rules as well. The monarch is expected to respect the will of the people and accept the Chancellor and grant him those powers. There also is the Parliamentary Guard which prevents any coup d'états from the King. Whether the King involves himself in politics is entirely up to him. Previous Kings have taken distance from politics and left internal affairs completly to politicians while focusing on their duties in the military.''

''And what kind of King is King Andrei?''

''I think his press conference of the state visit made that clear. He is very caring for his people.''

''But aren't you affraid he could misuse his powers?''

''If you know recent Stoinian history than you will see why people trust him.''

''Please do enlighten us.''

''Around thirty years ago, when I was about 10 years old, our King Alexandru III tried to initiate first contact with the Velutarians. He was killed in the process and thus the gruesome Velutarian War started. King Andrei was but a mere newborn at the time. Tensions rose between the civilian government and the military, while the Velutarians located our outer colonies and conquered them. The Terrans on those colonies were subjugated into horrible experiments by the technologically superior Velutarians. It was then that the Royal Council appointed Grand General MacArthur as the Regent. The military was de facto in power during the war. The war lasted for 18 years and 8.7 trillion Terrans died, more than half of our population back then. I don't see how a civilian government would have dealt any better than MacArthur did.''

''But isn't that illegal? What about the representation of the people? Weren't they ignored?''

''People openly supported MacArthur. The O'Connel government didn't know anything on how to fight a war and their initial command proved devastating for our forces. That's why the Royal Council elected MacArthur as Regent. We needed a wartime leader, it was time for war and no political squabbling. The people had spoken and the process was well wothin our law syste. Yes MacArthur then installed Legates as military governors on planets and there was some resistance, but we were fighting a losing war. Were it not for MacArthur, Hague and Cole, I wouldn't be standing here. King Andrei then prepared his whole life to lead us in this war. At 17 he commanded Task Forces against the Velutarians and when he turned 18 he became the Butcher of Velutaria. From that day on he proved himself to us.''

''Fascinating, did you serve in this Velutarian War?''

''In some capacities everyone served, to resource mining to actual fighting. I joined the Marine Corps and served in the 214th Regiment. Oorah!''

Sinclair also proceeded to do a military salute at the oorah. He had forgotten about the connotation it had within Ryccia, right now he could only hope for the best. Katrani Corgill looked a bit shocked, but quickly followed with the next question.

''But didn't your Kingdom try resolve this peacefully?''

''When xenos don't try to even communicate with us and killed our King, I think those acts speak for themselves. Regardless of how technologically superior they were, they committed an act of war and later atrocitites. The Ryccian people should know that by now that you shouldn't provoke Stoinians in such a manner.''

Sinclair may have made an error here by provoking the Ryccians with the Rascal Incident. Katrani Corgill was a top journalist for a reason. She too could swing back in her own way.

''The Rascal Incident aside, don't you think the Stoinians might be overzealous in their xenophobia?''

''Overzealous? Madam Corgill, four times our race was threatened by xenos. Our extinction was a day to day worry. Your ideals are commendable, but our part of space tells us that those ideals can't always be put in practice. When your part of space was infested by barbarian pirates and clans, you don't become as open as you are. And what you call xenophobia, we call a realitiy check.''

''An interesting perspective, but isn't that way of thinking dangerous to other races? Is it instilled in your military that feeling?''

''Of course its drilled into us mostly in military style programs at schools. The military is the protector of the people and you don't want weak men with their heads in the clouds protecting you. That way of thinking is what kept us alive time and time again when we faced extinction. As to other species, we can find common ground. The Cheunh are a prime example of that.''

"I have found a little bit about these Cheunh, but I think you have to agree that they look quite human like. I believe the Stoinians might have a preference for only humanoid races. Races which only look according to your humancentric view. Would you have the same reacting if they were for example Uraktiksak? "

"I am afraid I am unfamiliar with these Urakti ... How are they called?"

Katrani then opened a holoprojector depicting the predatory xenos. Sinclair hadn't expected such a vile creature to appear. These Ryccian ideals had to be engrained in them for such a vile beast to be accepted into their ranks. Sinclair's slight disgust could be seen by the most attentive watchers.

"Uraktiksak. Would they likely have received the same "gratification" as the Cheunh?"

"Obviously madam Corgill, I am not in charge of making such policy. You also forget that the Cheunh have proven themselves in battle and fought alongside us in the Mardakii Crusade. They shed their blood as well for our common enemy."

"But would you accept them into your Kingdom as worthy citizens based on the info I have given you?"

"I believe your schools teach racism classes. Classes which weren't deemed necessary for my children, but I insisted they took them. I may not exactly know what is taught in those classes, but I have an idea. And like yourselves, we don't just judge a book by its cover. We Stoinians speak through deeds, if the Urakti ... Uraktiksak understand that and prove themselves, I don't see a single problem."

Katrani looked quite inquisitively at Sinclair.

"You mentioned the Mardakii Crusade ... What exactly is this crusade? Did you serve in that one as well?"

"No, I have had my fair share of battles and have focused on training young Marines after the Velutarian War. The Crusade was mostly with select volunteer forces lead by the King. The crusade was meant to eliminate hostile Mardakii threats which inhabited the space between us and the Cheunh Ascendancy at the time. But that isn't the entire context. In the first ten years a Mardakii clan invaded our homeworld and committed atrocities far worse than the Velutarians ... In some instances ... Terrans were eaten. Ever since then it has become our duty to eliminate them and ensure no other species endures what we have by the hands of the Mardakii."

"But isn't that, to put it bluntly, genocide?"

"It was us or them. When your children are at stake, you don't overthink it. What the first generation of Stoinians endured is unimaginable and should never be repeated to any species out there. And if it meant to kill the Mardakii then so be it."

"What about the Mardakii children? Aren't they innocent?"

"The children we ignored until the end of the Crusade. We tried to make a clear difference between Mardakii soldiers and civilians. Although at times it was hard to distinguish the difference due to their animalistic nature and it quickly became a thing of which Mardakii stormed at your men. The children were then captured and put in nature preserves to live their lives on where they couldn't hurt any other species."

Katrani was astonished. By Ryccian standards they had committed war crimes and their Legate just admitted to it. She quickly shook it off and went on with the interview.

"But don't you think that's inhumane?"

"Compared to eating, butchering and enslaving innocent Terrans? No, we gave them a chance to redeem themselves. There is an order of things in the universe. Like the predators and herbivores, you shouldn't poke the wrong lion as we put it."

"Quite interesting ... But let's instead focus on yourself. I think we have quite enough to digest about the facts you have given us. Politics can be quite unnerving ..."

"I understand, the very ideals you hold dear are being challenged. I truly admire your values, but our part of this sector has made us into what we are. We were forged in fire, but will never admit to become ashes."

"I see ... Have you settled in with your new homes yet?"

"Yes, though I am still getting used to viewing only cities. But the trees in our commercial zone help a lot. I must say, I think I am growing a soft spot for Daonlathas."

"How interesting. And your family and entourage have the same feeling?"

"Well the kids already want to go home, but yeah its hard on them. I hope later in life they will come to see and appreciate the unique opportunity that has been given to them. To be here amongst you is a huge honour, let alone to be taught in famous schools."

"Good to hear you have an optimistic view. Have you had many visits regarding businesses who want to expand in both our nations?"

"A few here and there, but nothing too special. However I suspect and influx of Stoinians will come over the next few weeks. So if any of the Ryccian companies want to expand in Stoinia, the Stoinian Embassy is open from 9 to 17 every day except on Sunday. Come about and we'll guide you to a successful career in Stoinia."

"Well perhaps I will come more frequently to visit those Stoinian shops or a cup of coffee with such a good pitchman."

"Oh I myself am more of a tea man. A good ol' earl grey."

"Ah a man of tea? Though I can't say I am familiar with that taste."

"All the more reason to come visit the embassy."

"I sure will. Legate Sinclair thank you very much for the interview."

"No thank you and I'll see you around my embassy then."

They both smiled and then shook each others hand. Sinclair gave a firm handshake as was expected in Stoinia, while Katrani was quite shocked by the amount of force Sinclair had used. Sinclair had adjusted to a more elegant handshake that you gave women, but even then it proved quite a surprise for Katrani. They a few more talks and Katrani had given Sinclair her word she would come around for a visit. 
Later that night a fallout emerged on news networks. Some more radical headlines than others. National Review: "Legate Sinclair confirmed Stoinian barbarity!" ''A parasite that profits from our schools!" The People's Inquirer: ''Stoinians might kill an Uraktiksak because of its looks?!" While others were more reserved. INN: "Stoinian values challenge ours. A deeper look at their Legate." Even at home the Progressive Xeno Party was outraged by Sinclair's openness about the Mardakii Crusade and their aftermath. Thank God he hadn't started about the Great Hunt. Some wanted Sinclair to be recalled, but the higher ups refused. This was to be expected and rather than replacing Sinclair with a new person who wouldn't have the same qualities and make other mistakes, the Stoinian Government had decided that what Sinclair needed was a Ryccian Advisor. Luckily the Ryccians had just the right person in mind.

Pacifica: Myria, Sallodesia, Stoinia • A1-0: Stoinian Star Kingdom • Aurora: Kingdom of Threnebor

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Ryccian Empire,
Daonlathas,
A few days after the Legate's interview

Ferul wasn't pleased with what had happened at the interview. The Legate was sloppy with not asking the content of the questions first. If he indeed wanted to promote Ryccian-Stoinian economic ties, he would need an advisor, a Ryccian, who would help him tread the thin lines of Ryccian culture. He sat down with a few from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. They needed an advisor to Sinclair, someone that would and could work with him. Hence why aristocratic members and those of a more wealthy background wer ignored. Initial talks revealed that they didn't want to be associated with what some of them called, barbarians. Therefore they needed someone more pedestrian, as someone from the lowest classes might upset the Stoinians. He had the Ministry of Foerign Affairs make him a report on the most suitable candidates.
The following morning Ferul reviewed the potential candidates and none seemed to quite fit the category. Until he took a better look at the last one: Foixon Pureshan. He took a closer look at his file.
 

Name	Foixon Perushan
Appearance
Home Planet	Sheilan
Age	31
Education	Law, University Sheilan
Job	Offical within Sheilan's planetary government

He went deeper and found that his father was an artisan as well, just like Sinclair's. [color=var(--header-secondary)]His father handmade Kiyusni furniture to the wealthy. To non-Velpans Kiyusni was often called "Velpan Wood" as it came from the Kiyu. Thus, Foixon, whilst not employed in this trade, had a bit of experience with carpentry, mostly from his childhood.[/color] As he further read through his files he only saw commendations. It was decided then, it was time Ferul had a little chat with this promising Velpan.
 

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Velpan Rim,
Sheilan,
Foixon's apartment

Foixon had just returned from a diplomatic mission to the Imperial Rim, he was sent to discuss some imports on a new trade route, and was quite tired from it. He wanted to relax the rest of the day with his girlfriend, Ferala Valkeut in his apartment and said to himself.

"If I keep up like this, I might even get an apartment on Daonlathas itself."

He proceeded to eat his meal with his loved one and felt quite full after the first course. However he wanted to celebrate his mission's succes and was about to consume the roseven liquid, when his holocommunicator beeped off. He checked the signal. The Chancellor?! He quickly made himself presentable and opened the comm in the room next door.

"Your Imperial Excellency, what can I do for you?"

"No need to waste time Mr. Pureshan. I have the opportunity of a lifetime."

Foixon was stupefied. What could this be? Could his hard work finally have paid off?

"Please do tell Chancellor?''

"Are you aware of the new Legate from Stoinia and his interview?"

Of course! Who hadn't seen that flop of an interview? Truly the Legate needed some lessons in Ryccian culture. Some of the outer colonies might appreciate his honesty, but such harsh truths are mostly taboo, especially in the Core. Wait, was the Chancellor hinting at something?

"Yes, your Excellency, that interview with INN could have gone quite smoother."

"And that is why I am calling you."

"That much I figured out now, but I am not sure I quite follow ..."

"We have an offer for you. How about you become the Ryccian Advisor to the Stoinian Legate? That way we can prevent future fallouts and save the Stoinian reputation as economic ties with them is within our interests."

"I understand your Excellency."

"Good, then you can pack your things as you will have your personal room in the Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower."

"Truly an honour, your Excellency."

"Very well Mr. Perushan, we will expect you as soon as possible."

"Yes your Excellency, I will make haste."

"Good, good night Mr. Perushan."

Ferul then hang up. Foixon was ecstatic for a Velpan, his dream to have an apartment had just come true. On Daonlathas the capital of the Ryccian Empire!

"Ferala, pack your things!"

"Why Foixon? What's the matter with you?"

"We're moving to Daonlathas!"

Ferala was shocked and Foixon explained her about his new job. This surely was to be celebrated and began their celebratory night with consuming the roseven liquid.
 

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Daonlathas,
Executive District,
Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower,
Three days later

The Ryccian nationalists had started riots following the interview. For three consecutive days they stood before the Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower, asking for Sinclair's resignation and the withdrawal of the agreements made by both governments. Boards with "Get the parasite of Daonlathas!" "Barbarians go home!" were common those days. It even got so bad that Sinclair didn't allow his children to go to school for those days. Ryccian Riot Police did their best and kept everything under control and civil. However more and more people were gathering at these protests and escalation was imminent. If Sinclair couldn't resolve this within a week he more than certainly would be recalled. Luckily help was on the way. Foixon made his way to Sinclair's office after he had settled in.
Sinclair looked from his balcony at the riots as Foixon entered his luxurious office. Only a few words were needed to get these rioters out. He was somewhat perplexed, but the more he though about it, the more it made sense. The door chime could be heard.

"Come in."

Foixon walked confidently towards the bureau.

"Legate Sinclair, I am Foixon Perushan. Your new Ryccian Advisor sent by my government."

Sinclair didn't turn and answered stoical.

"So you must be the cavalry then. My new aide de camps as I put it."

Foixon recognized the few Tionese words, but he didn't know the language. Regardless he was here to advise and didn't quite care for Sinclair's manners towards him.

"I don't quite follow, Sir. Perhaps you can enlighten me after we have dealt with the problems at hand."

Sinclair turned towards him.

"Good, I prefer it when men get to the point."

Sinclair handed his hand out, Foixon hesitated a bit at first, but gave him a simple handshake. And as a true fan of Core culture, he didn't press as hard whilst giving the handshake. Sincliar however noticed that Foixon was used to giving more firm handshakes. The initial power he felt was comparable to his own. This Foixon has indeed potential he though to himself.

"I must say, Sir. You're lucky you didn't admit to a warcrime. That would have been enough in itself to demand your resignation."

"And have a more radical Legate in my place? My government isn't that stupid. Believe it or not, but I am as centrist as we Stoinians come."

"Perhaps so, but you are on Daonlathas now. You must adapt to our ways if you want your career to continue."

"Very well then. You are my new advisor, so ... Advise me then."

"We are currently in a phase of damage control, we need to find a way to calm out the mob. Perhaps a televised excuse for your government's actions would be a good place to start. You didn't say anything else towards news outlets, did you?"

"No, of course not. I made it clear to my staff that from now we will only do interviews with questions beforehand. As for your suggestion ... I won't excuse my government's actions. It did the right thing and you won't change that. I saw what those xenos did and I cannot simply forgive them for it. Do you know what it feels like to lose men you promised to get them home back safe?"

"Frankly, Sir. I don't care whatever you have been through I am here to help you find the thin lines of our society. However since you are quite stubborn to actually excuse your government, I suggest that we use some techniques they use in politics. Make it look like an excuse, but not actually excuse yourself. Find a way with words that make it sound like it without actually saying it. I saw the interview and suspect you somewhat dodged a few questions here and there. Would that be satisfactory?"

This Velpan was quite detached. Not caring for Sinclair's past and the horrors he's been through. Perhaps he had a point, perhaps the Ryccians felt that way, but none had dared to say it to him. However, he was clever.

"I see, then let us work on a speech then. Though I have an idea about televising it."

"Please do tell?"

"Have a podium set up in front of the riot."

"Are you mad?! That will only invoke the riots even more!"

"If I am to kill the deer I hunt, I want to look it in the eye when I do it. Besides I have faced far worse in the war."

"But Ryccian opinion on Stoinians is deteriorating as we speak, we don't have an leeway for games here Sir."

"Do you remembered what I said in the interview?"

Where is the madman going with this now?

"I'm afraid I don't quite understand? The atrocities about your government?''

"No, about us Stoinians. We were forged in fire, but we will never admit to become ashes. We speak through action, I want the Ryccians to know that we will stand our ground for our beliefs."

Foixon was a fan of hunting and understood the point Sinclair had made to him. It was a feeling from one hunter to another. It was certainly not something he would expect from a human.

"That much is already clear to me. But I will do as you wish and inform the staff for the necessary preparations."

"Good after that you can come here again and review my speech."

Foixon nodded and left the room. He couldn't care less if Sinclair would lose his position, clearly he was a madman, he hoped he could remain here on Daonlathas if things went sour.

I like him, for a Velpan ...
 

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Daonlathas,
Executive District,
Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower,
2 hours later

In front of the riots a small podium was constructed to host Sinclair's speech. Foixon had alerted the news outlets and their holocamera's were all around the place. Tensions were high and the nerves had began to grow inside of Foixon. Sinclair remained cool and went through his speech with Foixon. Foixon adjusted his words and phrasing where needed. The moment of truth had come. Sinclair marched towards the podium and a rioter had managed to throw a sort of paint at him, but Sinclair was quick enough to evade it. The Riot Police then pushed the rioters further away as to prevent such further incident. The cameras were rolling now and everyone was looking at Sinclair who hadn't flinched.

"Citizens of Daonlathas and Ryccia. It seems that our cultural differences have finally clashed. This was of course to be expected at a certain point. I just had hoped to know you better before it happened. However I have to address the elephant in the room. Some might see me as a war criminal, apparently some even view me as a parasite."

Some shouting could be heard from the mob. Sinclair quickly had to get to the point now.

"However I am not a war criminal. I answered the call to defend my family from terrors which none of us wish upon one another. Do not think for a second that we enjoy war. War is gruesome and unforgiving. Within that chaos it quickly becomes a fight for your own survival and the atrocities that happen in that chaos are indeed regrettable. We don't kill xenos out of pleasure, but only because we were forced to. The fact that I stand here and have a civil discussion with you proves that point. You have shown us civility and decency, which we hardly expected coming from our part of the sector, but here we are. Having a civil discussion against all the odds. It should only prove that we aren't the warmongers you believe we are. On the contrary, we fight the same problem of slavery. We have intervened when barbarian races enslaved primitives for their own sake. Because such atrocities should never be allowed on anyone."

"Now I understand you won't change your opinion overnight, but I ask of you to listen to us and have this civil discussion. Pointing fingers and using derogatory terms won't correct our mistakes, talking about them does however. My children have taught me about the racism classes and they said to me: "Dad, today I learned to not judge people by their past and instead focus on who they actually are today." And that can only be achieved through civil discussion. So please, let's calm down and have that discussion. If there are indeed wounds, they should be healed, not dipped in salt. Hope you all enjoy the rest of your day."

The mob had calmed down, though a few radicals could still be heard. It was now a game of time. That question would be answered later tonight. 
 

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Daonlathas,
Executive District,
Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower,
2 hours after the news

Foixon decided to check up on Sinclair. He didn't quite care really, but felt like it would be curtesy. His damage control had worked and most news outlets were commending Sinclair's initiative to appeal to civil discourse. Of course the radicals still want Sinclair gone, but they were radicals. Foixon entered the office and was met by Sinclair drinking tea in his chair while listening to the news.

"The speech has the intended effect Sir."

"Perhaps, but I still feel like there is damage."

"That's because you listen too much to the radicals. They are a minority you know, most Ryccians were touched about the quote of your kids. It was a fine speech Sir."

"We'll see about that. I'll judge when I see further evolution of Stoinia's reputation."

Sinclair took a sip from his tea.

"Sir if I may inquire, what is an ad de cam? I recognized it must be some form of Tionese."

Sinclair closed the television and turned to Foixon.

"Quite clever indeed. Aide de camps. It is French, as we call it. It's a term for the right hand man for a military commander."

"You must be aware that I have no military service."

"Yes I am, but when the military is your life's career, you stick to a few things you learned from it. You view things in a certain perspective. Sometimes its hard to view another's."

"I guess some members of the mob have that problem as well. But this tension will loosen up the next days, though I suggest you might want to hold off any incoming Stoinian companies."

"Will do."

Sinclair then stood up and handed his hand out again. Foixon was again confused but went along and shook his hand. This time he returned the same amount of force Sinclair had given him.

There is indeed potential in this Velpan.

"It's good to have you onboard, Foixon. If the word of an accused war criminal is any worth to you."

Foixon was slightly amused by Sinclair's comment, but didn't show any of it. Instead responding coldly.

"The honour is mine Sir."

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Daonlathas,
Executive District,
Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower,

A few days had passed since Sinclair's speech confronting the controversies and it was deemed safe again. His children had gone back to school and some Stoinian delegations had arrived, looking to expand their businesses in Ryccia. Amongst them was a certain individual who had requested a private hearing with the Legate. and had somehow managed to avoid his name being revealed. This man soon entered Legate Sinclair's office and he sure was in for the surprise.

"I hope I am not disturbing our dear Legate."

Sinclair was stupefied. The man was none other than Nick O'Carr, the famous Stoinian Bounty Hunter.

"Damn, so this is our best Bounty Hunter? The famous Mr. O'Carr."

O'Carr twirled with his hat as he put it back on and handed out his hand.

"The one and only. I must say Daonlathas is quite a jewel."

"Are you referring to the architecture or your business potential?"

"I don't think we know a material worth as much as my business potential here."

"So you trying to expand your businesses in Ryccia?"

"Only the private investigator part. I have been informed Bounty Hunting is outlawed in Ryccia or have may sources been mistaken?"

"You sources were indeed correct. Please sit down Mr. O'Carr."

Sinclair gestured with his hand as he himself sat down. O'Carr sat down, but quickly threw his feet on the table.

"Tank you, Legate Sinclair. Since I am here to discuss business, let's talk it. I am sure the Legate of Stoinia to Ryccia has quite a busy schedule."

"Well it's mostly now helping Stoinians set themselves up here and there. The Ryccians are still a bit sour from the backlash from my interview. God damn these people ... But what can I help you with."

"I see, well my current plan is to get to know people better. Know how they react in certain manners, how they think that stuff. Since you are the Stoinian with the most experience, I figured I could learn from you. So what can you tell me besides the obvious. Oh by the way, can I light up my cigarillo?"

"I'd rather you didn't. I am sure my Velpan aide would smell it and he wouldn't be appreciative of it. Besides, you might want to hide the smoking, I suspect they won't appreciate it. For as decadent as these people can be, I haven't seen anything like it. But these people might surprise me. So you want my advice on how to deal with these people?"

"I understand. Your office, your rules. Well you said they are decadent. Perhaps we should start there."

"You can see it for yourself in the bars around here. Their flamboyant clothing choice says enough. Hell, I even think they might throw you out if they see you sitting in a chair like that?"

"Oh, you want me to lower my legs?"

"Oh no, please make yourself comfortable. If this makes you feel at home, go at it. You'll get nerved real easy with these Ryccians as it is."

O'Carr tipped his hat as Sinclair continued.

"Well they seem to think they are above us. The same way we see xeno races as barbarians they see us, though they would rather educate than neutralise us. Well ... Most of them anyway. I have heard the more rural worlds might be more easy going, but everything on this planet is a hundred times worse than the most luxurious restaurant in Sinaia. That aside, don't use racial slurs. They have classes in schools about it and that should say enough about it."

"Gotcha, no Ryccies, Long Necks, Fox Face and Slime Faces?"

"I see people should get more creative. But yeah, don't use your imagination here. Treat every species as if they were Terran."

"Well hold on, I can't dance with a Kaminoan lady now can I? So why should they expect me to treat her like one of our ladies?"

"Avoid those cases, but when you speak don't make differences and you'll be fine."

"So ... How do you ask a Kaminoan Lady out for a dance?"

"Well if you have tried it on an ice cold lady before who barely shows emotion or interest what so ever, than you might have a shot. Other than that, don't. From what I have gathered they're more of the scientists of Ryccia. They want cold efficiency I imagine. But you might want to research if they indeed do dance ..."

"Noted. And these Vurb ... Vurbentans, that's it. What's the deal with them?"

"Don't know, they seem to act pretty much like we do from what I have seen. As a matter of fact I can only say they are good architects. This tower was designed by one."

"Ah I see, get these guys to know hand on. Maybe ask a lady of theirs for a dance ..."

Sinclair couldn't help but chuckle. O'Carr was indeed persistent.

"And the Velpans, what about them?"

"They're bloody cold killers. But for real, if anything they are probably the species incarnation of old corrupt politicians. They're cunning and don't underestimate them for you are in their territory. Although you might get some small talk if you start about hunting. The King told me they might be the only ones left to appreciate such pleasantries. They also are quite distant from what I have seen, though I am unable to tell if that changes over time. Something you best discover yourself."

"Aha, I guess I'll have to go out and see it myself."

"Yes, though I suggest you go to a more middle class region at first. We can't have another fallout in the executive district like the interview. We have a bad reputation as it is and I don't want to make it any worse."

"Don't worry Legate Sinclair. I brought my fancy pants with me and I'll put them to good use."

O'Carr then stood up and shook Sinclair's hand.

"Thank you for your time, Legate Sinclair. I hope you won't die of a head ache from all the stress then."

"Make that both of us. Best of luck, Mr. O'Carr, and remember, don't do anything stupid."

O'Carr tipped his hat again and headed out. Foixon was just about to enter the room, but something odd was in the air. A smell he hadn't tasted before. Unbeknownst to him it was O'Carr's cigarillo.

"Legate Sinclair, I have the report on the opposition. Who was that man? And pardon me, why did he smell so strange?"

"That was Nick O'Carr, the famous Bounty Hunter. I don't know what you are referring to, he didn't smell that funny from what I could tell."

"It was something subtle Sir ... But anyways here's your report. The opposition is ... "

The remainder of the day Sinclair was left to deal with bureaucracy and other matters, while O'Carr had the chance to show of his fancy Stoinian pants.

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Daonlathas, Ryccian Empire
Imperial Senate

The Stoinian Legate had been invited to watch the proceedings of the Senate in person. As a guest, he was granted his own pod so he could observe the debate, but he was not permitted to speak.

As a gesture of good faith, Ferul Blesforn, the Chancellor of the Ryccian Empire and the Senator for his homeworld of Valetta, was present. Members of the Executive who were legislators usually did not have much time to attend regular debates, only showing up for those that were deemed crucial. He personally welcomed the Legate.

"Greetings to this most noble institution. Today, we witness an unprecedented moment in our country's history. For the first time, a foreigner from a distant land is present in this chamber. We greet you, Legate Sinclair, and we wish for peace and amity to be the prevailing characteristics that define our relations"

Many Senators applauded the Legate, either out of joy or basic respect. He was shown on the Senatorial screen on every pod. There were a few who refused to grant even this basic courtesy.

"Butcher! Your entire country is a detestable mob of barbarians and dim-witted beings who do not see the enlightened ways!"

"Senator Giorgi Kalenot of Sorventia-Carin, you have not been the right to speak!"

That was the Speaker of the Imperial Senate, Marius Colenwater, who was the representative of the Core world of Juno. He was one of those "decadent" humans the Stoinians loathed, and thus he sported the usual flamboyant attire associated with his region.

Senator Giorgi was a sacrificial lamb for the nationalist camp. As a Senator from a tiny world in the New Territories, his voice was irrelevant, and thus it did not matter if he was forced to leave the chamber. If he could cause a ruckus for those who opposed Sinclair, however, he would be rewarded in some way. Back-door dealings were the rule, not the norm.

"I stand to oppose this butcher and his criminal nation! Stoinia is a barbaric menace unfit for the enlightened Ryccian Empire!"

A few Senators who still vocally opposed Sinclair clapped and cheered. A few others supportive of Sinclair booed the nationalists. Most Senators stayed silent, observing the spectacle.

"Under the Articles of Behaviour of the Imperial Senate, I order the Senator for Sorventia-Carin to exit this chamber, posthaste. This chair shall not tolerate any disorderly commotion of this magnitude"

Ferul sent a message to Sinclair, asking him if he wished to respond. The Speaker would allow a brief retort if he so desired.

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Sinclair was grateful for Ferul for this opportunity. Truly a historic meeting, for both nations. Sinclair saw the symbolism in the structure. All next to one another, united. He still was perplexed by all the repulsorlifts. He had seen them on Daonlathas's surface, but not quite inside a building. However there was still unease as was shown by the rowdy Senator. Sinclair chose to step in on the matter.

"Dear Ryccian Senate. First of all I thank you for the kind invitation, I am truly bumbled by the gesture. However I cannot stand idly by when the honour of my country is malspoken. As the representative of Stoinia I will not stand silent when the dear Senator of Sorventia-Carin calls me a barbarian and dim-witted. Had you said that to me when I had just arrived here, we might have had a brawl. But I have shown a willingness to come and understand your "enlightened" ways, I thought part of it was being open minded or am I wrong? If so then I invite the Senator of Sorventia-Carin to come pay us a visit at the Stoinian Ambassadorial Tower where we can have a civilized discussion. But I believe the very fact I stand here is proof enough that we Stoinians want to understand your ways."

"Mr. Speaker, I don't know if this is possible, but I request the honourable Senator of Sorventia-Carin be allowed to return as he is the elected speaker of his people and their voices should be heard. No matter the size of their planet or habitat. And on a sidenote Mr. Senator, I wouldn't call a population that survived an 18 year war of extinction dim-witted. As a veteran, I feel quite offended. Perhaps you should take with your veterans more."

Sinclair than sat down again awaiting for the debate to take place.

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Daonlathas, Ryccian Empire
Imperial Senate

Many Senators clapped, either out of genuine respect or political convenience.

"Thank you, Mr. Sinclair. Unfortunately, the rules are there for a reason, and thus I must respectfully decline your request. Order must be maintained in the chamber, and I do not wish to encourage any more rabblerousers who may follow his example"

"We shall now proceed to debate the bill titled the Elemental Gas Tax Reduction Act of 1031 ADR"

One of the debates of the day was a bill to reduce national taxes on elemental gases. In order to regulate how many gases could be extracted from an atmosphere, the government had introduced a tax on elemental gas exports. However, various sectors had complained regarding the tax, seeing it as expensive for their livelihoods.

Senator B2 9684-SA9 from Droidia had introduced a bill to do just that. Several industrial worlds, Vurbentans from mono-livable gas systems and gas giant colonies supported the bill. However, other worlds, especially those who feared environmental degradation, opposed it.

"The Senate recognizes the Senator from the system of Droidia"

"THANK YOU, MR. SPEAKER. INITIATING ADDRESSING PROTOCOLS"

"MOST HONOURABLE ORGANICS OF THIS LEGISLATIVE CHAMBER, I COME FORWARD TO YOU IN ORDER TO COMMUNICATE A TRAGIC INJUSTICE. SEVERAL BEINGS, BOTH ORGANIC AND ARTIFICIAL, HAVE BEEN UNFAIRLY IMPACTED BY AN EXCESSIVE TAX ON ELEMENTAL GASES. DROIDS NEED THESE GASES TO POWER THEMSELVES, AND THUS DROIDIA IMPORTS THEM REGULARLY. THIS TAX MAKES THE SITUATION OF AVERAGE DROIDIANS TOUGHER TO DEAL WITH. NOT ONLY THAT, BUT THERE ARE SEVERAL VURBENTAN ORGANICS WHOM IMPORT GASES IN ORDER FOR THEIR ORGANIC BODIES TO DO THE NECESSARY MOLECULAR PROCESSES IN ORDER TO BE IN A FIT CAPACITY. WORLDS THAT IMPORT ELEMENTAL GASES TO INITIATE POWERING PROTOCOLS IN THEIR COMMUNITIES ARE LEFT DISADVANTAGED, AND SO ARE THE SELLERS, WHOM FACE ECONOMIC MISCALCULATIONS DUE TO THE TAX DISCOURAGING THEIR TRADE. THIS GOVERNMENT MISCALCULATED WHEN CREATING THIS TAX. I URGE THIS SENATE TO INITIATE VOTING PROTOCOLS IN ORDER TO EDIT THIS TAX AT A MORE OPTIMAL RATE"

Many Senators clapped in a somewhat thunderous applause. A few Senators laughed lightly, finding this droid a bit funny for how unnatural his speech was.

Calculation successful.

Senator B2 9684-SA9 was more intelligent than these organics gave it credit for. It could have installed a voice that would sound natural for organics and spoken regularly, but it had calculated that, by using its droid voice and comically robotic jargon, it would attract attention. There was no flaw in its calculations, and thus it had achieved its goals.

B2 9684-SA9 did not introduce this legislation out of the genuine care coming from its heart...or, well, whatever part of a droid's consciousness counts as compassion. It was worried about its re-election prospects. Droidia was undergoing a slight economic recession, and thus B2 9684-SA9 had calculated that its constituents could be displeased with the current state of affairs. It needed something to boost its opinion rating at the polls, and this may well be it.

"The Senate recognizes the Senator from the system of Caltaria"

Voxo Komaxie was a Vurbentan Senator from the Farlands. Caltaria was a rural world, and thus it was concerned over the environmental impacts of extracting gases from a planet's atmosphere. Moreover, if government revenue decreased, then national agricultural subsidies could be cut as well, which was what she was really worrying about. As a wealthy landowner in her world, she was also worried personally.

"Thank you, Mr. Speaker"

"Whilst the concerns stated by my honourable colleague from Droidia are valid, the fact remains that we cannot recklessly extract gases from the atmospheres of planets. We must as a nation plan for the future, and this tax regulates the extraction to more manageable levels. We must take care of our individual worlds with the upmost concern, and we cannot rush ourselves into a frenzy extracting gases. In fact, I would say that the economic impact is mitigated by the fact that the government has more money to invest in the afflicted communities, thus reducing the minor, negative effects. Senators, I appeal for an environmental approach to this legislation, and it is thus I do not favour it"

Other Senators applauded. The environmental concern was a façade, however, a cover for her true worry for agricultural subsidies. The debate raged on, with many Senators talking for or against nominally on policy, but secretly having their own interests in mind.

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Sinclair was quick to react and searched for the Elemental Gas Tax Reduction Act and quickly found out what it was all about.

Why not get these gases from gas planets? Surely there would be no need to extract gas from a habitable planet. A planet's eco system shouldn't be too much tempered with and kept safe as much as possible. That was the Stoinian doctrine. However he still was quite confused by this act, unexperienced in politics, he would need the help of Foixon on this one. What the hell?!

Sinclair then saw the droid Senator and like most Senators, his attention quickly went to this odd being.

How the hell did this all happen? Sentient droids and give rights? Perhaps Ryccia was more of a loopy land than he initially thought. To Sinclair this whole situation seemed quite absurd. He definitely needed to research about all the species within the Ryccian Empire. And what? Environmental issues?

Sinclair couldn't quite comprehend what the actual contents of the debate were so he decided to focus on how it took place. Quite civilized, though he couldn't quite make out what was a good argument and what wasn't. Surely Foixon could help him on this one.
After the debate Sinclair thanked Ferul for the opportunity and went back to his tower. He was initially flooded with petty tasks but lat at night he asked for Foixon's presence.

"Legate Sinclair, you asked for my presence?"

"Yes Foixon, have a seat."

Foixon than sat down and Sinclair couldn't help but see some aristocratic influences here and there. Although small details, he was a bit bothered by it.

"Today I was invited to visit the Senate hearing about the Elemental Gas Tax Reduction Act. Frankly I don't quite understand the situation. Why not mine gases on gas giants?"

"Ah I think I see the problem Sir. You see mining them on those planets is quite hard with all those pressures and corporations rather not pay for extra mining equipment to magnify their profit margins. Typical for a capitalistic society, politics and economics become intertwined."

Sinclair was dumbstruck. Was he that out of touch with the civilian world?

"I see, perhaps I just grew with a different view."

"You don't have politicians in Stoinia?"

"Of course yeah, but Andrei the Just made institutions to check politicians for corruption. Ever since then only the sincere politicians made up governments. Well for the most part ... But even then laws prevent from interfering with a colonized planet's atmosphere."

"Quite fascinating. Perhaps you are too much entrenched in the ideal politician. Take a look for yourself. The Senator from Droidia is nearing his end term and Droidia had been in recess. It's a last ditch effort to gain more support. As for the Senator of Caltaria, she is a large landowner on her planet and like the corporations she feels threatened. Does your corruption institution also take that in account?"

Sinclair checked the holonet for Foixon's information and found that he was indeed correct. Velpans sure are cunning.

"I believe so, though I haven't been following Stoinian politics too much. Not really a need for it when you are in the military which doesn't answer to it."

"Possible a negative side effect from the split, but nonetheless this Daonlathas. If there is cutthroat politics in the Ryccian Empire it is here and it will stay here. So I suggest you get yourself acquainted with it."

"Then let's start with the rowdy Senator of Sorventia-Carin ..."

The rest of the night Foixon helped Sinclair better understand Ryccian politics. Perhaps it had become the most informative day of Sinclair's Legate career yet.

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Gates of Heaven, Voluntaia
Ryccian Empire

Stormtroopers were everywhere. Four AT-M6s patrolled the outskirts of the village. A Star Destroyer was near, as well as dozens of TIE fighters of different classes swarming overhead. Anti-aircraft cannons were primed and ready.

If this was not the security detail for the Empire's top military command, you would believe that this town was under harsh martial law.

The Grand Generals, Grand Admirals, Chiefs of Imperial Security and other high-ranking military officers were arriving. Some were wealthy enough to descend into the resort's spaceport with luxury yachts. Others made use of more standard ships, albeit they were still elegant for the common man.

The higher-ups of the Strategic Security Command were from a myriad of species, albeit it would be erroneous to state that any one of them obtained their positions through racial quotas or nepotism. They had all earned it.

This year's retreat would have a special guest: Jeffrey David Sinclair, the Legate of the Stoinian Star Kingdom. Not only were they interested in what they had to say, the Ryccian military wanted to display a show of force. Unlike the politicians, who either trusted the Stoinians out of idealism or "trusted" them out of political convenience, the military was not convinced. They were deeply distrustful of the Stoinians, and, unbeknownst to Sinclair, this year's retreat focused on formulating a strategy in the case of a war with them. Of course, Sinclair was not going to be made privy to these plans, as the nation's military leaders would consider this without his presence.

"Is that war hog coming soon?", said Grand General Rihard Altrec, a Vonmisian female.

"I have not a singular clue. I was informed that the Stoinian representative would be here around this hour", said Grand General Livia Sorventia, a Human female.

"Klistek, klistek! Who had the bright idea to invite a potential war criminal here?! Why should we entertain a savage who may be lying through his teeth?!"

"Patience, Rihard, we must collect the maximum information possible from these Stoinians. We can not trust the words they deem suitable for us alone"

Grand General Enric Pryde's ship was descending into the spaceport. He had been delayed due to a prolonged meeting with one of his subordinates in a separate resort.

"Greetings. I presume the Stoinian representative hasn't arrived thus far?"

"No, not at all. The bloodthirsty savage isn't here. Do we have to wait here still?"

"I don't know. Say, Ms. Altrec, can we talk regarding the new designs of the F11 blaster rifle?"

"Alright, might as well kill time. About the new cartridges..."

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Orbit of Voluntaia
Ryccian Empire

The Stoinian transport ship was being guarded by a military escort. A light cruiser, along with several TIE starfighters, protected the vessel.

The Stoinian was coming.

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Gates of Heaven, Voluntaia
Ryccian Empire

Sinclair was happy to see the Ryccian military and meet their top staff. Perhaps he would find a common sense with them if their anti-racism wasn't too drilled into them. But he wouldn't blame them. As his transport left the orbit he saw the planet of Voluntaia. He couldn't believe it. Was that Earth? How and when? He would have to look into this, but for now he had to give these officers a good look at the Stoinians. As his transport lowered into the atmosphere he saw the rather excessive amount of soldiers. It reminded him how the Stoinians would do the same as a show of force. Hell, the King even wanted to bring along his personal flagship! He chuckled at it, perhaps they had more in common with Stoinian military men than they would have thought.
As the Pelican landed on the pad, Sinclair left it with two Royal Guardsmen behind him. He saw the group of officers and halted. He wanted to give them a Stoinian salute, but quickly revoked that idea. He just stood there with a broad chest and a high chin. He could see how some of the Ryccian officers looked with disdain, especially the xeno ones. However ... No, it couldn't be. There was a Cheunh in their military. How? Sinclair's confusion was quite visible, but he needed to press on.

"Greeting officers of the Ryccian Armed Forces. It is my honour to be here amongst you and I am looking forward to see what the Ryccian Armed Forces have to show. From one soldier to another, I am pleased to see you all. Sadly I am not entirely aware of all your names."

Sinclair then proceeded to give each of them a firm handshake. However he would stop at the Cheunh and asked him more.

"I must say, I wasn't expecting to see a Cheunh amongst the Ryccians. I see you did quite well for yourself given that you have achieved the rank of Grand Admiral. Sadly I must inform you that Stoinians do not have a Cheunh Grand Admiral, but the Cheunh have shown unprecedented efforts and it will be a mere time before one of them reaches that rank. But please, do tell me your name. Your full name that is. Unless I am mistaken about your species."

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