The leader of this unusual mission was High Guardian Kethar, a second toposophic transapient who’s main body, a 2 kilometers wide sphere of prismatic diamondoid engraved with star charts of Imperial Space, rested still in the PanStellar Guardian’s Headquarters while ey poured a small fraction of their conscious mind into the engenerated avatar guiding the ship.
Kethar had decided to use eir favorite template for the occasion, a relatively humanoid construct wth four arms, made out of a central mass of prismatic diamondoid-computronium mash, covered by buckyfibre quartz gilded with gold outlines and plating. E had used it many times for formal events, especially when e had to be in presence of the Emperors, and had grown to adore it. It may not have been the most efficient of avatars, but it did have it’s own defensive and offensive capabilities, and would work perfectly for a diplomatic meeting.
Kethar was quite disgruntled by the response of the planet’s governor, but eir bother quickly subdued. E turned towards other guards on the main bridge, nestled near core of the ship.
“Well, it seems that we’ll have to show our presence a little more, won’t we. Since I am not willing to shoot any warning shot to make them better understand this, I say we simply descend down above the Governor’s office. Then maybe they’ll see to it that they respond more appropriately.”
“Just be aware that they’ll probably respond badly to seeing that. And by badly I mean by trying their hardest to shoot us down.”
“That won’t really be a problem for us. They could barely scratch the Calerostan ship that made first contact, and the Harbinger Of Victory is leagues of power above that ship, so I highly doubt that they’ll even be able to bother our shielding.”
“Yes, but I don’t think we want them to start suicide diving into a battle until the entire planet dies. And they will do that, given what we previously saw.”
“I’m aware that they will respond badly to our appearance, which is why we will force another communication as soon as we get above the city, and why we will turn off our autonomous defense systems. The shielding won’t even feel their presence, so I doubt the defense systems are even needed.”
“That works. And in the incredibly unlikely case that they do end up having something that can properly damage the ship, we can either warp out of the way in an instant or shoot a warning shot to make them stop.”
“Exactly. Come on Guardians, let’s do this.”
The Harbinger Of Victory quickly descended to the surface. Too big to land anywhere, it hovered above the city of barracks, placed exactly above the Governor’s office as if to mock him for his previous response to the Guardian’s message. So big in fact, that it was barely visible in it’s entirety, it’s entirety only slightly rising above the planet’s curvature, and half of it being progressively more hard to visualize due to atmospheric disturbance.
The Guardians sent another message.
PLANET OF UOPLYU, THIS IS AN OFFICIAL MESSAGE FROM THE CELESTIAL EMPIRE OF GALACTYA. WE HAVE BEEN SENT HERE BY TWO DIPLOMATS OF THE CENTRAL KALGYUL ADMINISTRATION, COMMANDER SOUBY LALTUL AND HIS SECOND IN COMMAND, TAULSU KLAYTRY. WE REQUEST PERMISSION TO CARRY OUT AN OFFICIAL DIPLOMATIC MISSION.
