The Gaelian System

Inviere quietly stroked her chin at the 'Individual's offer, that simple stroking of her chin turned into more of a formulation for a plan.

"Political leanings. I'll give you a primer. Our government is a hybrid, we have a central ruling body, our Emperor and his cabinet. Our emperor seeks counsel with two chambers of our government, the Parliament, a twelve member representative body that comprises the original nations of our Empire, and the Quorum, which comprises representatives from our ministries, and planetary governing bodies; All of them democratically elected. Our emperor is chosen by an election by the Quorum, and his policies are confirmed or rejected by the Quorum." Inviere explained. "The current ruling party is the Imperial Socialist party, a party that focuses on the well being of the people, and the well being of the state, pioneered by Isambard Prince's theory of Oligarchial Collectivism." Inviere explained.

Orlin remained quiet, making no further attempts to intrude on the party before him, he turned to Inviere, and then Nagala, the dark haired woman remaining silent, opting to allow Inviere to take command of the negotiations.

Inviere silently turned over towards Nagala, before she spoke.

"We can send Lunatea." She said quietly, and Nagala nodded in approval. "She would be in the best position to help us." The Admiral replied.

Inviere then nodded, before she turned to Clegg.

"Admiral, send for Lunatea to Bifrost here at once." She ordered, and the Admiral nodded, before he quietly excused himself.

Inviere turned her attention back to the Individual, before continuing.

"Our people are kept insulated from Alien races, they would likely be viewed with great suspicion." She said. "Likewise I am sure whoever we send would be viewed and treated with the same suspicion, how would that be conducive to learning about our two peoples?" She inquired.

The Individual merely smiled, not hiding his pleased glance to the disciple to his side. "I would think that is only part of the scheme. I have no doubt our council-" He said, stressing the word. "Will be stiff necked about it, but inevitably, I have the final decision over this particular matter. No doubt my government, and perhaps it's public, will be... Put it lightly, wary." He laced his fingers toghther, bringing his eyes to the table before him in thought, and then to Inviere. "Two people who always suspect one another as up to no good, whom overwhelm themselves with caution and suspicion, begin to blame one another for things that simply, don't happen. Left standing long enough, our people can come to blame one another for tragedies, some that ill thought men and woman might even become responsible for."

Then, he brought two of his fingers up like a scissor, and snipped them once. "So let's nip that problem in the bud, shall we? The face of the Aschen to the Congruent is a boogeyman empire with roaming fleets ready to swat anything not them out of the sky. The face of the Aklar's to you is an unknown people, unknown technology, unknown territory, unknown /everything/. At the moment, if you will follow me along, we are both capable of everything, and nothing, atleast to the minds of those none the wiser. Exchange a few individual's, however..."

He opened his hands, letting his robe drape over the sides of the chair. "And both our people's become a whole lot more relatable with a face to put with a name. No, neither side is going to trust these individuals, but atleast they'll be more comfortable with the other once they have a grasp of just who the other exactly is."

Then, he leaned back, running his tounge over his own teeth. "Learning will be a part of it, yes, but acting as a sort of... Public relations, as a face for one another, that's the whole of it."

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The Judicator smiled at his Aide's portrayal, running a hand across his forehead as he finished his little spiell. His eyes then glanced to the side, stretching an arm out to summon over a holo-panel. It was already scrolling various names of candidates for this exchange... Political figures, their sons and daughters... All people whom had agendas... He scowled, banishing the holo-panel with a wave of his hand. He wouldn't allow politics to get in the way of his people's affairs... No doubt anyone in any family he sent would seek to plunder from this... He couldn't send a civilian, it was to easy for them to give off the wrong impression, even with vetting and checks...

Then his eyes rolled onto the screen for a moment, and he brought forth the panel again with a wave of his hand, searching a name...

Larion Lithen, the Outcast. He'd originally had him brought in to serve as eyes on this very meeting... Yet he was nearly perfect. Politically exempt from all families, even his own family, the Lithen's did not take kindly to one of their own blood going rouge. Even if he tried to sway foreign policy in the benefit of the Lithen's, what could he accomplish without their support? He scanned his profile further, taking in details. In truth, he had done this already when deciding to snatch the man up for his original purpose, but another look never harmed a man...

Already well traveled, enough to understand the peculiarities of other races, already understood a multitude of other languages... And though it wasn't really a factor in his decision, he was standing right outside the conference room. A bonus!

The Lithen's employment would be a little longer than expected...

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"With that in mind... I have just the man in the palm of my hand! In fact, he just so happens to be one of the gentlemen outside in a suit of armor. A good enough man, if you can get over his gruffness. Perhaps we might send him in for a quick introduction?"

Of course, Larion, whom had been standing outside with the other two honor guards, was not Privy to what the Judicator had said, but was certainly aware of what the Individual had said. He immediatly turned away from his fellows, bringing up his comms to both the man, and the Judicator. "What the fuck are you talking about? I'm no-"

"Mr. Lithen, I hope you understand the situation we are in right now. At the current time, you are my best choice for this m-" Came that annoyingly sincere voice, but Larion wouldn't have any of it.

"No, no no, no! We had a deal, I come around and snoop on this conversation for you, and I get a visit! You're sending me away here!"

"Understand, Mr. Lithen," Came the voice again, quite more stern than before. "If I had another idea in place, I would use it. At this time, however, this is what I wish, and I expect it to be carried out. You know very well why you should..." A thinly veiled threat if anything. Larion found himself press ganged into the matter, and turned towards the conference building. Oh please, oh please reject the deal, he thought, but figured it hopeless.

On the other side of the room, there was a brief but audible thunderclap. Things moved quickly in the upper echelons of the Aschen Government after-all.

The thunderclap dissipated fairly quickly, and it seemed that no one in the room seemed terribly concerned to what was going on. However the security team outside the compound would likely be able to detect a brief but massive energy spike that emanated from somewhere deep within the structure.

"Fortunately for you, we have someone that is our best public relations, a keen learner, someone who will be able to study your culture and your people in great detail." Inviere said, with an affirming nod.

The back door to the main room opened with an audible hiss, two Imperial marines holding the door open as a small framed young woman took a step forward.

She was wearing a single breasted suit jacket that was all white, simple golden embroidered epaulettes on her shoulder, and form fitting white dress pants.

Her movements were organic, fluid as she made her way across the room. Her feet clacked on the polished marble floor, in real time she was going over the previous conversation, committing it to memory as she walked.

"Judicator Harris Worth, Disciple As'lone, I am Selene, and I have been selected to accompany you to your homes as part of the exchange you proposed."

The Aschen played their ace in the hole, silver eyes watched every quirk and tic that the 'Individual' had, while her gaze briefly moved to Orlin, and the other Aschen officers in the room.

Inviere took a breath to speak, nodding to the new woman. "Yes, she is the pride and joy of our Empire." She said. "But she can be a bit naieve." Inviere added. "To that end, who have you selected?"

The Individual smiled, nodding his head respectfully to Selene, a gestured mimicked by the disciple, before both turned their head to Inviere. Oddly enough, the disciple leaned forward in her chair, which prompted the 'Individual' to lean to the side, offering his ear to her, which she muttered in hushed words in their native language. The 'Individual' nodded, and then both relaxed once more.

"Larion Lithen, holding ties to a well liked family in many of our communities. A superb combatant, and one well traveled, I am quite sure he will have little difficulty acclimatizing..."

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Larion Lithen grunted, knowing he would have to enter. His suit whirled, signalling the other bodyguards to follow him. They were more than willing, after all, given the spike of energy detected on the inside. However, they were less pleased with the mans motives.

"I dun' 'oik 'et." The gruff one simply stated, while the other outright rejected it.

"I ain't inclined for an outcast to serve such a purpose! Mark my words, it'll be the wrong path!"

Never the less, after a moment of bickering, he had gotten them to agree to watch his suit, as the doors ahead of them had proven all too small for the suit to enter, without making his own, a-hem, entrance.

"Release suit restraints. Prepare Pilot Exit." Larion muttered, and his HUD turned from it's soothing blue, to it's shocked orange. "Confirm." He stated at a visual prompt, and with a hiss, the suit prepared for his ejection.

He gasped as the suit's hardpoints suddenly unclasped themselves from the slots in his shoulders and legs, removing themselves from the metal joints embedded in his very flesh. Then was the sickening feeling of the suit drawing back it's connection ports from his spine, where several slots and jacks led to a computer grafted into his spine...

The outside of the suit suddenly stopped moving, straighten up, and let it's hands drop. It's rear power core began to whine and hiss, as the brilliant blue and orange exhaust ports slowly died down into a menacing red... Then, with a loud complain of hydralics, the rear pack begin to lift up, revealing the pilot inside...

His fellow's in power armor covered him, both placing themselves between his now exposed body, and the outside world, so that he might grasp the port handles, and swing himself out safely...

Larion Lithen was certainly tall, standing at six feet, and eight inches. He was toned, muscular, likely at the apex of his fitness, oweing to years upon years of constant exercise, both in private, and on the field. He was adorned in a mostly form fitting dark green and brown wear, a sort of wilderness camo trousers, and on top of his chest, a vest of Adamantium armor, protecting his torso and neck. His hood was down, tied neatly around his neck so it would not have flopped around on the inside of the suit, which revealed scruffy brown hair, a pointed jawline, and horrid scars. The entirety of the Aklar's right cheek was missing, exposing gumline and a long row of razor sharp teeth, as well as part of the skin directly next to his right eye, a wound owed to a mercenary contract gone FUBAR.

The Man was clearly disgruntled at having to leave his armor behind, but trusted his two new associates to keep an eye on it. Not that it mattered, as he walked into the building, pressing his hands against the doors, greeted by the hundreds of guards leading to the conference room. Should it be taken, Nivera would activate it's self destruct, and if someone attempted to hop into it and run off... Well, he'd wouldn't want to be the person paying for the new limbs.

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Larion Lithen entered the conference room with little celebration, smooth emerald eyes darting between all the people present, ensuring to keep a stern shield of his own mind up, aware of Orlin's previous attempt.

His eyes first gauged Inviere, Clegg, and the others present, and it didn't take him along to identify who was who, considering he had been listening, and sometimes even viewing, in on the conversation.

He merely gave Clegg a cursory nod, aware of his military status. In truth, it seemed everyone here was military of some sort, but atleast Clegg was the perfect Sterotype at the moment.

He passed over Nagala and Tarthus, merely focusing on Inviere for the few seconds it took him to approach 'their' side of the table, and grunted in thought, as if confirming the thought that yes, she seemed to look the part she currently played.

Then the bio-lumiesent eyes glanced over to Selena, and he nearly chuckled. That was their representitive? Of course, this thought was not of shock or dissappointment. Infact, he would agree with them based on her appearance alone. Certainly attractive, after all, the Aschen were similar in shape, he could certainly imagine some foolish marine jokingly hitting on this woman. Nevermind that, a bemused smile hit his face, though twisted with the lack of cheek, as he considered her more fluid body language. It spoke of intelligence, control...

He stopped at the end of the table, and hand sliding down the right of his temple to confirm, that yes, his cheek was still missing. Dumbass. He straightened up, slamming a right fist upon his chest, as and became rigid, as if he was expecting an inspection. After all, he was a proper, professional mercenary, and even if he dreaded this job he was coerced into, damn it all, he'd do it with style and dignity.

"Larion Lithen, ensigned currently to Judicator Harris Worth. I am told I'll be making an... Extended stay, here?" He noted in a bemused manner.

The only one to really react in a visible way to Larion's entry was Lunatea. She slowly paced around the alien, looking at him intently as her light and purposeful footsteps echoed in the chamber.

She stopped in front of Larion, inspecting his check or lack therof, even going so far as to slowly raise her hand to touch it. This would afford Larion a close look at the strange woman. Up close something seemed off. Her eyes were an unnatural deep silver, but if one paid even closer attention, small writing could be made out around the circumference of her irises, a company logo, serial number. Perhaps her eyes were prosthetic?

Her staring was short lived however, as Inviere spoke up, and her attention snapped to the Judicator and the Chairman, where she promptly took two steps back and resumed a stance of attention.

"You won't be staying here; we'll be transporting you to the Imperial capital." She said, folding her hands on the table. "You will first be introduced to our government, our Parliament and Quorum, and ultimately the Emperor." Inviere said calmly.

"Though I digress, this exchange has been quite productive, I trust you will take great care of Selene? She means much to the Empire."

The 'Indivdual' smiled, and slowly stood from his chair, which prompted the disciple to stand as well. "If that is all, then perhaps after about a stellar month, it might be best we meet yet again? I would be absolutely delighted to try some of your culinary..." He nodded his head thoughtfully, then turned to Larion. "We will store your ship with us until you return, my good man, do not worry of it, and, ah, we will take your armor as well... Do not worry, it'll be in safe hands." He said, gliding a hand over to the mans shoulder, before an affirming nod to Lunatea, offering a hand. "Come, come, my dear, we have much to discuss concerning you and our people! It'll be absolutely fascinating and astounding, I assure you!" He called out, as he attempted to lead the woman out gingerly with his hand.

Larion merely watched it for the moment, a hand coming up to where the woman had touched him, a vauge grunt emanating from his mouth, before looking upon those opposite of the table.

"Well then. Let's get started, shall we?"

Inviere slowly stood, along with the rest of her staff and she nodded.

"Very good." She said, looking over to the Gynoid that was standing now besides Larion. "We will contact our representative to arrange another meeting when we have come to know your people more."

Lunatea looked up to the Individual and his disciple, before slowly making her way over towards the Individual, and nodding to Inviere.

"... Handshake... handshake... connection established."

Text scrolled across her periphery as she offered another sincere smile to the Individual and nodded quietly.

"I believe we have been dismissed, I am ready to depart when you are, and I eagerly await to learn all I can from you and your people."

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Nagala and Clegg simply turned to Larion.

"From here we will take the Bifrost to our home world, where you will be introduced before our governing body, the Quorum." Nagala said quietly, while Orlin nodded and stood up from his chair.

"Chairman, Admiral, I'll return to my duties now." He said, before he turned to leave.

Nagala gestured for Larion to follow, before she started towards the set of doors that Lunatea had walked through. She figured the first thing he would learn was the marvel of Aschen engineering that was, the Bifrost system.

The Individual and As'lone proceeded silently back to the motorcade, passing by the hallway of the guards, and finally out into the courtyard. The two honor guards were already busy loading the spare suit into one of the cargo carriers, so he and As'lone found themselves the limousine, opening the doors for themselves...

They were rather uneventful, as the climbed in, but as the doors came to shut, they began speaking to one another, in their common held language, for the benefit of their guest to hear.

"Do you understand now, As'lone? Unlike how your father carries himself, we simply can not act like the blunt of a hammer... Nay, we must act as if everyone is our friend until they become our enemy. Otherwise, how else are we to learn?"

"Yes, Judicator." The young girl grunted abysmally.

"Now now..." He said, taking a finger to poke at the young child's nose, a smile spread across the mans face. "Lessons like these are for your benefit, and you should be most indebted to my aide, whom suggested you for this. No doubt this experience will bring you much knowledge, in your time as my asset."

Finally, the man flicked his eyes over to the woman with them, and he brushed a hand through his hair in a moments thought, before speaking. "Perhaps we should start with the basics then...? My dear, this young child you see here belongs to a most prominent family of our people, and is slated to hold a very high position in our government, provided she is fit for service within it... Her family, and I, had thought it best that for said position, she should further her education with some first hand experience..."

The man laid back, and relaxed enough to do away with formalities, sliding one foot over the other, clasping his hands toghther on his lap. "We of the Congruent look to our children most... Dearly, valuing them above many things. They are our future, after all? As it is, it is, ah... 'Custom', for a child to travel around with an established adult, learning from their experiences, woes and fortunes toghther." He gestured to the youngling, whom began to bestow her eyes on the woman in earnest, her young intelligence trying to derive how the woman was of so pale skin... She looked so dead.

"As it is... It is a pleasure to have you along with us... We will be returning to our ship via Mr. Lithen's personal craft. Depending on the circumstances, I'm afraid we may have to make a slight detour to another system, based on a few outside events running in the back round... Hopefully so, they will not need my presence. I would prefer simply to make our way straight to our... Capital, you would call it." He smiled, charmingly enough.

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Larion merely followed, studious eyes glancing over the room. "I sincerely hope that not everyone is as stern faced as the lot I've seen here... I keep thinking I've woken up on the training deck, and had done some inexcusable thing that's gotten me brought before the staff officers..." The Aklar chuckled, remembering his more mischievous days. "Pretty sure I was the problem kid. After all, if you couldn't spot the asshole, you were the asshole in question." He chimmed, hoping to get the woman he followed to open up.

"My duty is to follow you, and accompany you wherever you see fit, Judicator. My purpose is to learn as much about your culture, and your people as possible, therefore I will take in any information you have to present to me in great detail.." She said, following them into the limousine.

She turned her head to the child, and nodded slightly. "So your purpose is to one day learn the inner workings of your government, so that you may lead your people? Impressive that a government official is learned from a young age, it certainly does away with the potential for those who know not what they do." She said, her head swiveling back to face the Judicator.

Though her movements were fluid and organic, something seemed off, she was indeed quite pale, and she didn't seem to breathe normally like someone who was alive would breath. In fact, she didn't seem to breathe much if at all except to speak.

"Children are the gatekeepers to our future, of that we seem to hold in common." She said, crossing one leg over the other and looking out the window.

"Tell me, Judicator, your honest opinion of our people, of what you see before you, of the Aschen Empire."

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The Group walked, even as Larion made small talk, Clegg broke off, inclining his head.

"I must return to my Command Carrier." He said, before he nodded to Nagala and Inviere. "Excuse me."

Clegg inclined his head to Larion, and then turned to leave, before the pair moved through a large set of blast doors, and before them was a large ring shaped structure, which was housed in a large spherical structure, and surrounded by technicians working on consoles, moving about from station to station to carry out their duties.

"Mr. Lithen." Inviere said. "Behold, the Bifrost System." She said, gesturing to the large structure before them. "To speak in simple terms, the Bifrost system is designed to instantly transport matter from point A to point B, instantly."

Inviere slowly turned towards the Facility commander, after a crisp exchange of salutes, she instructed him to set the coordinates to the Langara Hub in Anquietas.

"I hope you didn't have a large lunch before coming here." Inviere said. "The first time can be somewhat rough."

The machine began to churn to life, electricity arced back and fourth, and across the ring like device, a massive power surge, similar to the one that occurred when Lunatea arrived began to build.

The Individual inclined his head to the side, thinking over the question apparently. "If I were to say..." He'd glance out the window with a sigh, taking in the sights of the crowd, the military, the station...

"Certainly, it is not what I expected." He glanced back to Lunatea, the smile having faded into a slight frown. "We had been given the impression of a more hostile, and xenophobic people..." The Individual's eyes seem to wander to the tank just outside the motorcade, the same one they had passed previously. "And to a point, I wonder how much of that is still true."

"However, there is no loss of pride in admitting the staggering amount of power you most certainly control. With those massive fleets, the considerable amount of military force just present here on the station..." He glanced outside again. "But one must also not only consider the military, but the the vast effort and resources it takes to make a station such as this, with it's own atmosphere, artificial gravity... That is something that can not be taken lightly... The Considerable size and scale of it..."

The mans eyes came to settle on Lunatea... Unlike before, the lids of those gentle eyes now contained firm steel. "Yet I am not concerned... Well, perhaps concerned in the way to actually see in person the might of another empire... Yet I am not concerned that we, the Congruent, are outmatched. Nay, in fact, I'd argue we'd stare at each other on some rather even ground. If your people are this established, then my people are just as... Creative. Perhaps our vanguard fleet gave you a poor impression, with it's aging frigates, and absurdly small number to even be called a fleet..."

He settled his hands just against his chin, balled into a single fist. "What I think, my dear, is I have gleaned an opportunity. Time will tell, however, if your people can see the opportunity on their doorstep as well."

"In short, my dear, I believe you will understand when we reach the home system..."

As the Motorcade deposited the group at the launch pad, they two honor guards synced up with the Judicator, both carrying the empty combat armor. The Viper opened it's rear hatch for them, and a synthetic, feminine voice rang out.

"Judicator, I must Solemnly disagree with leaving my companion to their hands without my assistance." Came the voice, but the man simply waved a hand, stepping forward.

"Nivera, you understand very well his situation, and I assure you, this is a trade of mutual understanding... Come, spin up your drives, and prepare to bring us back to my ship."

The AI was silent, but the low hum of the internal systems grew bolder and louder... It might very well become apparent that Nivera, the ships apparent AI, was bringing the ship up to full spin...

As well as running scans over Lunatea. She made no attempt to hide her instruments work, merely seeking to garner her purpose, and being.

Lunatea offered a slight nod, mimicing the Individual's frown at the mention of the staggering resources it took to maintain a station as massive as the watchtower they were aboard.

"This Watchtower took roughly ten Yahrens to construct, utilizing the labor forces of the native Isirian people, and contractors from the Aschen Empire itself." Lunatea replied.

"However, this station, while appearing capable of housing civilians, is primarily a defensive bastion and combat station, it's capabilities are not to be underestimated." She said.

"I have analyzed the reports and the footage of your vanguard fleet in great detail, I am eager to learn more, as I am certain that they by themselves do not paint a complete picture of your capabilities as a species. I must admit, though, I found myself intrigued at the personal armor your soldiers use, it appears similar yet different to the armor used by our Adepts of War. If permissible, I would like to study them further." She said, looking out the window as the motorcade came to a stop, and they began to exit.

As Nivera protested, Lunatea looked up, her eyes focusing on the vessel before her. She had interfaced with shipboard AIs hundreds of times, but she kept her mind closed to it, she didn't want them learning of her true purpose or capabilities just yet.

Lunatea picked up on the scans, which revealed very little, as the Gynoid altered the calx structure of her body to provide some form of interference to the scanning interface. The brief moment before Lunatea altered her structure, revealed to Nivera that the woman standing with them was some form of advanced hybrid construct, she had an endoskeleton of trinnium carbide metals, along with crystal based electronics, a gel-circuit positronic primary neural processor, and something else. The skeleton and chassis of her body was interlaced with a strange dynamic-proton lattice, a crystalline structure that served to mimic whatever she willed, in addition to causing some rather odd anomalies.

Lunatea was obviously not human, that much was obvious, even as she took up position beside the Invidiual, she merely looked up, and attempted to interface with the ship's AI, not in an intrusive manner, but more of an inquisitive manner.

What was readily apparent to Lunatea was that Nivera was indeed the ship, or atleast based on it, as anything scanned or probed would inevitably be traced to the ships systems themselves. Where her core was based, wasn't known.

The layout of the interior was much like a very narrow apartment, where the very front of the ship held the control deck. The seat was large and boxy, and given it's dimensions, it looked as if it could accommodate one of the combat suits themselves.

The set of controls themselves were a sort of orange holographic, displaying sensor readings center mass, ship systems to the right, and surrounding area data to the left. The upper portion of the control panel was also displaying a number of different data streams, incomprehensible to someone not familiar with Congruent programming.

To the right of the seat appeared to be a locked and sealed gun rack... Several different pieces of ordinances sat there, one of which seemed to be some sort of heavy rifle, scratched and scared.

The Left had a large alcove, where several hooks and chains seemed to hang from the ceiling and sides. It looked almost as if it was some odd holding pen, given the fact that with a flick of the switch, a transparent wall would slide down to lock off the alcove. It's purpose was revealed quickly enough, as the two honor guards dragged Larion's Combat suit into the alcove, and began hooking it up with the chains, so that it might be supported without the use of manual labor.

There were two doors in the area, leading to opposite sides of the ship, however both were locked, even to one of the bodyguards who attempted to access the left door, only for Nivera to reprimand them.

The ship lurched, right before the inertia dampners kicked in, as Nivera assumably just received the all clear from Aschen control, dusting off from the landing pad... Slowly it lifted off the ground, it's flat feet landing gear retracting into the Viper... Then it suddenly shot off, making way for the stations exit.

The Judicator gave a quick glance to the displays at the front of the ship, before nodding. "Thank you Nivera. Requesting docking with Valorium's Judge." Nivera did not reply, yet the Judicator only hummed to that.

"The M 22 Combat Power Armor..." The Judicator hummed, turning to Lunatea. "Big Brother, some refer to it as. Any man or woman in it is capable of busting bulkheads, wielding our largest armaments. They are walking tanks, my dear Lunatea, able to withstand some of the most punishing fights, and dish out thrice as much." He gestured halfway over to one of the honor guards. "Sensor suite, combat information, various forms of visible detection, name it, they have it, and if they don't, they can get it."

"Infact, so much..." The Judicator glance to Lunatea. "That anyone who wishes to wear one must go over... Extensive, surgery and modifications."

Rayan Doyle has arrived, coming from The Uranos System.

Rayan Doyle has left the area, heading west into The Dev'ma System.

Asteroid has left the area, heading out into Ocelion Space.

The Schenberg arrives from the north.

The Schenberg departs, heading out.