OOC: Riikano-Alinaris should post first in this thread, we worked out the details, till she posts please don’t pop in, thanks all
Trantor Starship Memory’s Arrow, located out in Border Region.

As the starship stood out, its engines glowing in the void of space, the captain was still in shock. Between the Invaders, and now the aliens, space was a total mess. This new deal with the Ibrex, made by the Diplomatic division should have gone well. “Well, I’m just glad that all is going well,” she said, placing her cap down, as the IDC read nothing. The Ibrex should warp in any moment now, hopefully to make a deal and start the trade negotiations.

OOC Why does everyone think i'm a female? I'm a male! the-mug-behind-the-madness-t467-1100.html#p754432

As the Woman Turned to continue reading her IDC, A small Bright light Appeared in the center of the room. With 6 rays spreading out from the original spere. These lines Also had spheres at there end and if the speres were connected it would resemble a large rectangle. and that's exactly what it became, A large Shining Doorway To the Ibrex Homeworld. From it emerged a somewhat large Sapphire colored Ibrex with almost aged looking eyes. It was obviously an elder to the species, chosen to make a good impression to the Trantorians.

The Woman didn't even seem to notice that he had arrived, although most people wouldn't have if they weren't looking, he was so old and light, he hardly made a noise wherever he walked. Except for the few creaks in his bones.

Hello there Madamne, i have arrived to discuss trade agreement with your Race, now may we please begin this arrangement?

He couldn't speak english, but he was able telecommunicate with other species. He didn't even need to know there language though, for the opposite species could always understand it as if it was spoken perfectly. The voice itself was a bit old and raspy, but yet calming and nice, it would maybe send a shiver down your spine if you didn't expect it, but it always seemed to calm a person down after they listened.

The Ibrex held out his hand and awaited the Woman's greetings; an old withered smile curling his wrinkled beak.

Boom tubes were unusual, not used much but the sight was till shocking to her, as the local AI screamed in private to the captain “Warning! Antimatter alert!” only to realize, the race somehow was made of antimatter! The raw energy was like a Getter Reactor on full overlord.

Now the captain simply said, catching herself, “Hello, I am Risa Alace, captain of this ship, and I’m pleased to meet you.” She took the man’s hand before going on, “We have for trade a new item, I call it a Trace System. It allows one to copy their movements to a machine,” she said, before revealing her own trace system, built into her uniform, “As you can see, it allows for me to control the basic model,” she said, the hologram nearby following her movements,

“Well, this is but a fraction of what we have to offer, shall I bring you down for more talks over food and drink?” She waited for the old dragon like creature to respond.

The aged Ibrex smiled as the woman accepted his greeting, thinking
"How nice to meet you miss Alice, and i am quite glad to meet you as well. I've heard of you trantorians, but have never seen one. You look like a lovely bunch...

His thoughts disapeared as he noticed the hologram moving in absolute congruency to the original. It looked like something his grandex (Grandson) Would enjoy playing with. But yet that could be crucially important as well.

“We have for trade a new item, I call it a Trace System. It allows one to copy their movements to a machine,”

"A trace system?... interesting This time the Ibrex hadn't spoken it aloud, this was his own personal thoughts. Which he gave to himself, still eyeing the Moving hologram.

“Well, this is but a fraction of what we have to offer, shall I bring you down for more talks over food and drink?”
The woman had said it with m,uch interest almost as if she hadn't eaten in aawhile, The Ibrex Elder hadn't eaten for awhile either, and teleportation had a nasty side effect of wearing people out. So the invitation seemed good for him.

"I gladly accept the offer, Lady Alice" The Ibrex thought, Preparing to walk after crouching to look at the "Trace System".
"Lead the way."

Now Risa was leading the Ibrex through the ship, showing the man all sorts of things, like the crew, some basic weapons, and even introducing him to some Marines, who saluated the man, before she made it to the mess hall, where the officers stopped eating, and said. “Hello Honored Guest of the Trantor. We are pleased to meet and talk with you, Sir!”

“These are the crew of our ship, without them, Trantor wouldn’t be able to move through the stars,” Risa was happy as she said this, “Does your species have any foods they like, I’m sure our Chef will be happy to make something for you!

The Trantorian Vessel looked quite suitable as the Elderly Ibrex walked throughout it. Many different types of officers had been seen to, Each giving him a freindly but serious salute. A greeting was enough for a salute in The Ibrex community, Salutes just seemed to military for them. But he accepted and replied with a salute just to give respect. When they finally made it to the Mess Hall He was suprised at the number of men and women who stood.
“Hello Honored Guest of the Trantor. We are pleased to meet and talk with you, Sir!”

Before the Elder could even Speak back, let alone salute them, Alice started to speak...

“These are the crew of our ship, without them, Trantor wouldn’t be able to move through the stars,”
“Does your species have any foods they like, I’m sure our Chef will be happy to make something for you!"

The Elder's stomache growled in reply before he could transmit, His frills paled in embarrasment.
"Well i don't want to cause to much trouble, i'd love to try some of your cuisine though, it's always interesting. I once tried this thing, it was called a fruit and i enjoyed it. Then another time i tried something called an egg. I didn't enjoy that much."
He thought while giving a small chuckle, in terms of drinks he'd be fine with just a glass of water.

Risa said to the waiting chef, “You heard the man, no eggs, bring him a dish of fruit, and get him the frozen water from Hifa’s Glacier, on the double!” The chef nodded, his 8 remote arms cutting up various fruit for the man’s consumption, the woman hoping to impress the man.

“So, tell me, how far away is your planet from say Gilgamesh 7?” she asked out of curiosity, “I know Trantor’s decently far but still, we haven’t seen you in the Database for a long time…” She wanted to know more, but avoid pressing too many issues at the moment.

After a breif minute or so of slicing and slight gurgleing noises the chef contraption had finally laid down the meal. The course consisted orange (Mango), pink (Watermelon), blue (Berry), green (Kiwi), and yellow (Pineapple) fruits. Along with a large ice filled glass of pure shimmering water. The annoying habit of his stomache answering before the Elder could finally was able to settle as he could now be in the prescence of wonderful looking food. The Trantorians were definantly generous.

The Ibrex beamed Ahh, what an exquisite treat your robot has prepared, I thank you for your kindness" With a nice smile forming in his beak, trying to hide how much he wanted to shove his face in the food. He fumbled with a peice of dining-ware before figuring out how to use it, then starting to take a bite out of the Pink fruit, a sweet sensation filling his mouth, he absolutely loved it. His mind wandered in the marvelous taste before he was brought back out of his day dream.

“So, tell me, how far away is your planet from say Gilgamesh 7?”
“I know Trantor’s decently far but still, we haven’t seen you in the Database for a long time…”

This perked the Elder's full attention though,

We of the Ibrex Nation, don't actually reside in this galaxy, we arrived within signal of a Xindhi ship once, after one of our newer pilots flew into a wormhole. But this was many thousands of years ago, We didn't continue coming back because of an irrelevant matter. But eventually our council figured that it was time to expand past our own galaxy after becoming it's omniprescent. Currently we've been working on deciding several homeworlds in this galaxy as well. We just haven't found a suitable planet with enough Un-radiated water and enough land to support a few tropical forests that we could build our towers on; because our species is as you people would call, "Amphibious. But from this "Gilgamesh 7" as you call it, i'd give an estimate of being 4 million Lightyears from our closest homeworld."

The Elder finished his sentence and then ate a piece of the yellow fruit, Since he couldn't pucker because of his beak, he just had a troubled look on his face, he shook his head as if he had sneezed, and then took a drink of water.

The chef apologized to the Elder, saying, “I am sorry for that Sir, I did not know you liked that fruit. I will put that into the Database for future knowledge.” before Risa smiled, “Well, we have a world we found, its full of nothing but forest, I call it “Unknown Sale, would you like to know more,” she said, happy she found a point she could negotiate on. “We could talk about the information about the world if you want,” she said, “Or we could talk about something else…”

Slightly interested by the woman's offer, the Elder felt as if he should ask about it, but truly he was here for another business. So he put the other matter on hold.

"We thank you for your courtesy madamne, but we are here for another sort of business. We can discuss planet colinization later if you'd please... Now back to this whole trade agreement. Now that we are in posession of the item, where would you like it shipped and to who? We will discuss price and payment later though. The elder said trying to get back on the original topic of doing there original job, he didn't mean to sound rude albeit his beak had a small frown. But business was business, and the Ibrex knew what they were doing... well at least in their own galaxy.

Risa simply responded with, “Well its no problem, you can ship it to your producers and technical labs, they can research it and see if they can do anything with it. We will send a Motoko model to assist them if the need comes down to it,” She was resisting the urge to shout. A first contact and a trade deal. Ryand would hand her a medal for sure when the annual Performance Reviews came around.

Alright miss we will make sure to get it done quickly... Now the only mastter that remains will be what we in turn can do for, or give to you. What terms are you willing for now that our species have accepted your parcel?

Now the Ibrex had become serious with the deal. With hundreds of thousands of years in the trade business he easily knew that nothing ever comes free. He was ominously curious as to the small twitch he saw the female captain give. As if she were refraining something. He could have easily interpretated her mind, but he was more polite than that. Although he couldn't tell whether it was a good twitch of excitement, or her being nervous and trying to not fail a scheme.

Risa's uniform seemed to shift colors, before she started to talk. “We need information. Information on anything on the edge of the galaxy, hyperspace charts, the works, that will be our license fee. “ Risa was plain, as she then sat down. “I assume a bit of information isn’t too much for you,” she said in a matter of fact manner, “You can send it to our information officer, or we could schedule a place for you to drop off the information…”

The Elder was happy to hear that the Fee was nothing that difficult to perceive. And he already had a feeling of where he was going to give the payment. He instantaneously perked up, more so than before and gave a small but slightly deviated smile.

Madamne, i feel that it'd be best for us to deliver the Payment to an already disclosed location... How would you feel... if we delivered the information too... say... this Gilgamesh 7 Station of yours?

The elder blinked, He had a feeling this was just what Lady Alice just wanted to hear. He found it to be fun to figure people's mind's out without using there natural Clairvoyance. "This Galaxy could be alot of fun" He quietly spoke to himself.

Risa blinked, “Well we don’t own Gilgamesh 7, it is owned by a private holding company, PiAPT Enterprises, we just supply them with food thanks to bidding “ She was confused. Gilgamesh was a private business, not Trantor as the holding corporation said many times. “We have a ship nearby, shall I tell them to move on the station?”

In the Database, the orders were sent to launch the Profit Margins DX to Gilgamesh, the vessel heading out via Fold Drives.

But unfortunantly. This particular elder was a really bad guesser.

Oh, apparently i should have read it's advertisement more clearly. I thought it was trantor's for some reason... If you want we can still change the site, before you hit the last button.

It wasn't like He wanted to Change the site but the elder felt somewhat stupid for making a mistake as large as that one right in front of an officer and captain or Trantor. He was at least trying to fix his mistake without the captain noticing, but he started to pale and that was the end of subtlety.

Risa simply said, “Its no problem sir,” smiling as she then said, “So our forces are already at the station, when can they expect your men to arrive,” curious to see when the Trade Exploration Group to encounter the Ibrex. It had been a while since indirect trade deals had happened, and even at Gilgamesh, issues could occur. For the most part, these stations were safe, though with the Orcs wandering around, safe was a relative statement.

A series of coordinated blinks had occurred, it was followed by a small grin over the Elder's face, an unusual custom that happened after finishing a trade, no matter what the species was. The elder stuch a claw like hand out to the woman.

"The deal has been set, all our species needs is the Space stations coordinates. I mean, yes we can teleport, but we require some sort of navigator, i'm just glad i myself didn't end up in dead space." The Ibrex thought with a small somesort of chuckle, emitting through his consceince. We already know what we will supply your race with when we arrive.

The woman handed the Ibrex a Datapad with the coordinates and several other bits of Information about Gilgamesh, before she waited for the man to accept the datapad. “This has everything you need., and if you need anything else, you can contact us through our locator beacons. Please have a safe and pleasant trip through the boom tubes.” Everything going according to plan, and a first contact secure. Medals, promotions, pension pay, what a great day to be her.

The Ibrex Slowly accepted the datapad and examined the buttons untill he was satisified, His eyes blinking and going over the machine like clockwork.

Thank you madamne for the lovely visit, Now that we've eaten and shared information. I beleive it is time for me to depart.
He broadcasted as he snapped his fingers, A second later A rectangular white portal emerged out of thin air. This portal would be returning him back to his previous location before arriving on the Trantorian Vessel.

Good day madamne. He thought, stepping into the vortex as he uttered the last word, His Body disappearing into the Light. The Delivery would soon be on it's way for Gilgamesh 7.