Araknis’ Capital Ship
Main Corridor
Ms. Tullia Cicero, FLTCMDR Tristie Claire, CMDR Calio “Sparrow” Loom
Tullia looks over to see new arrivals
“Those are?”
“Calerostans. Elves. Allies of the Galactyan Empire.”
“Willing to serve alcohol to minors.”
“How would you know that? Wait- Don’t tell me…”
“You ever realize it’s rude to ask a man his age? A married man no less?”
“Well, are you offended?”
“Not really.”
“Then?”
“Nineteen.”
“I’m seven full years older than you?”
“Congratulations.”
“Wait, RDF doctrine states you can only enlist at twenty five… Are you?”
“Federation? Yeah. A little jaded about the whole experience, but yeah.”
“I thought we agreed we wouldn’t talk about this. Not here, not now. And not in front of her.”
“She asked, and you didn’t shut the conversation down. Apologies, ma’am.”
“You? F-Federation?”
“Yeah. Best not to think about it, alright? I got a lot on my plate right now and this ain’t the time, alright Ms. Cicero?”
“Y-Yeah, al-alright…”
Tulia told herself to breathe. Just breathe, you’ll be fine. Following this pattern, Tulia looks around, peering at the Envari delegation
“Who are they?”
“Envari. They are… Intense. But, needed. You understand, realpolitik and all.”
“Okay.”
Tulia scans the room again, this time looking at the Rehy Delegates
“Do you guys recognize them?”
“Nope.”
“Not a clue.”
“I’m going to introduce myself.”
“Don’t-”
“Give’r a shot, besides, the worst that can happen is that we have to profusely apologize on her behalf.”
“Y’know what, place yourself among the stars.”
“Okay!”
Tullia walks over to the Rehy Diplomats, clicking the universal translator on
“Hello. I’m Tullia Cicero, of the Scientific Directorate of Rosecordia. It’s very nice to meet you. If it isn’t much to ask, could I ponder your names, as well as the name of your star nation? I’d be more than happy to talk while we wait for the others to arrive.”