Phinx, along with several actual security guards, sat in the security booth at the gates. Phinx was quick to poke her head out of the window at the sight of the hovercar.

"Nice." The woman said, "What are you here for?" She asked, "I don't recognize you." The Invictus leader said as if she knew everyone who came around.

She just didn't see a hovercar come around often.

The guard in the front of the vehicle displayed the document, while Zosimos rolled down his own window. Everything about the craft was legal, should any theft detection scanners be present.

"Zosimos and Frederic Bistreo," Zosimos angled his cheekbones at her, gesturing at the craft, "For the good of Terra, I presume."

"Ah, you're coming to speak to Kahuna?" Phinx asked, taking the document and looking it over for a second before handing it back.

"Head over to the hotel. It's the one that's bigger than the others and has 'The Palace' on it in giant red letters." Phinx said, pointing towards The Palace. "Right there."

"Painfully obvious."

Painfully obvious.

Zosimos smiled, "Thank you, Madame," Giving a slight raise of his chin in respect before his window blurred back into existence. Onward they whirred towards The Palace, coming to a stop before the entrance, up front. The guard rushed to open the door for Zosimos, and then Frederic.

Zosimos climbed out, craning his neck to look up at the building. Impressive. Tactical. Great advertising. He approved. A brief case was placed in his hand, he took it and ventured forth into The Palace.

Chemo stood in The Palace's lobby, "This way." He said to the two men, "I'm Chemo." The young man told Zosimos and Frederic, before turning and heading for a pair of gold colored elevator doors.

"I'll take you up to Fatin's office. Think of me as a guide of sorts on a very short, very boring, journey."

Zosimos raised his chin again at Chemo, stating his own name.

With a sideways glance at Frederic, he followed the man named Chemo. Interesting name, he thought to himself of the man, Interesting place, of the elevator.
Short and boring? Zosimos smiled, letting himself laugh thrice.

"You hospitality is much appreciated, Chemo."

Chemo pushed the only button outside of the elevator, the doors opening instantly. "It skips most of the floors and takes up straight up to the suites." Chemo told the men as he stepped inside.

"At least, the ones with Fatin's office and such." He added, pressing the appropriate button for the appropriate floor. "All aboard."

Brief case in hand, Zosimos entered the elevator. He kept a tactful distance from the man, careful not to breath in this enclosed space. Careful to keep his smile close-lipped.

The elevator began it's ascension quickly, Chemo watching as the numbers went by. The elevator skipped them all, it was only designed to stop at about two floors specfically.

The elevator stopped soon, the doors sliding open for the occupants to get off. "Follow me." Chemo said, stepping out of the elevator and making his way down a corridor.

The man approached a door at the end of a long hallway, waiting for the other men before opening it. "Here you are."

Zosimos began down the hallway, looking around.

"Secure. What room is this? I take it the security is due to the sensitivity of the subject at hand." He watched the door be opened.

"This room is my office." Stryfe said as she sat at her desk, feet resting atop it. "Welcome." The woman said, "This is Natasha." She said, gesturing to a heavily armored woman standing near the door. "That there is Anodyne." Stryfe added, gesturing to a tall woman in orange armor, several handguns holstered on her person as if she was a ready for battle.

"It's best I introduce them, let you know they have names, with those names come personalities, with those personalities comes free will." Stryfe told Zosimos, "Basically, what I'm saying is, you have nothing to worry about."

"They're just protection. Shall we begin?"

Zosimos's eyes twinkled at the sight of the woman, sitting there with her feet propped. She was obviously in control here, something to be respected. He offered her a slight smile and a subtle bow of the head, raising his jaw to the security. Orange armor? He liked her style.

"I do believe we shall. I am Zosimos," He gestured to his companion, "This is Frederic." Zosimos descended into the nearest chair. "Before we begin I have a simple question. Not that it matters either here nor there, but," He looked into Stryfe's eyes, "Are you a native Terran?"

The question was not menacing, presented as pure curiosity.

"No." Stryfe answered, "I hail from another... dimension? Universe? Whatever the science types are calling it now. But, this is my home now. That is my home as well. I care for both of them." Stryfe told the man.

"Unfortunately, Terra and the surrounding system are often in much more danger than my native space is. Danger that has caused millions, billions, of people their lives and the lives of those they loved. Both when those they love are their life."

Such a pure cause. So seemingly pure at heart. Just like little Casren. Maybe he was the fool to cover his own ass before the ass of another, but his very existence wished to prove otherwise. Who was this woman from another world, another dimension? Struck from afar by a cause, or perhaps her home world isn't truly a home? Zosimos tucked these thoughts away.

"Danger indeed. Foreign danger, internal danger, there's danger lurking in every shadow on this planet, in this space," He flashed a gentle smile. "I assure you, I've grown as tired of it as the next person. War. Conflict. Death." It was a shame. The smile disappeared.

"Enough from me," Zosimos leaned forward slightly, "I am eager to hear your words." He looked to Frederic, wondering if he had any input before they continued.

"I only want to unify much of Terra and it's peoples. Give us all a fighting chance against domestic threats and against foreign threats such as... the Aschen. The Taiyou." Stryfe told Zosimos, "How would you feel if someone invaded your land, killed your people, then told you that it was for your own good?"

"The Aschen have done that. The Taiyou have done that. Parts of the planet can't support life, oceans have dried, mass graves have been dug."

"If we had a force, an allied force, fighting for Terra's safety from external threats we could deal with our problems much better. Crime, racism, anti-vampire sentiments, anti-religious movements, terrorism, sexism."

But he liked sexism, a view never to be said aloud, or even thought of directly. Zosimos had learned better than that long ago. He nodded along with her words, thinking back to some of his travels across Terra, some of the stories brought to the round tables through history. She was right, she was smart.

"I agree," He looked to Frederic, then back to Stryfe. "Completely. This planet isn't a designated battlefield, it's a planet. I've been around long enough to have witnessed all that," He waved a hand and crinkled his nose, half jesting at his own vampyrism and eluding at all of the past terror and chaos. " The Terran National Government is a political cartoon anymore. On the behalf of the Vankoryth Detente, I can assure you we stand behind any and all efforts towards a...Future." The implications were there. Terra had no future so long as this chaos continued.

"Please, do continue."

"There isn't much else to say." Stryfe told Zosimos, "You said it yourself, this is an effort towards a future. A better future? Maybe. Maybe not. But, I want to make sure we have one."

Stryfe leaned for, elbows dropping on her desk. "I don't know about you, but I kind of like Terra. I don't want to see it burned by the likes of the Taiyou or Aschen."

Stryfe leaned back, "Once I speak to a few more people, a few more organizations, I plan to get us all together. Let us put aside our differences, at least for now, and make sure we have a chance in the future to fight eachother."

"Yes, it has it's charm," Zosimos smiled, and nodded.

He withdrew from a pocket a small cube. It was a Descorp communicative device, embed with the files necessary to seal the peace transaction, for the Detente's records. Placing it on her desk he pressed the purple button. A display projected, and he flicked through the documents, scrolling them by quickly and with little ceremony. Hadn't they just gone over all of that, anyway? "All you've to do is place a finger in...how does it..." He fiddled with the device for a moment, looking pleased as the button recessed into a glowing purple hole. "Here! Some sort of DNA signature thing. I know not how it works, only that it does." The cube was back on the desk, ready for action.

"Anything requiring our... seal?"

"Not yet." Stryfe told Zosimos, "Once we have things on track to becoming legal." She said, "Paperwork, majority consensus, and a party planned to celebrate the officialness."

"I can't wait to you see in the future preserving Terra's future." Stryfe said to the man, "You may leave now, if you wish."

"I think I have more work to do. Otherwise, I'd be leaving as well."

"If there's anything the Detente can assist you with, we've got teeth in necks all around, so to speak," Zosimos revealed fully his fangs, then hid them away quickly.

"It's been a pleasure. The box you keep. We're notified upon the activation of the official treaty." He stood and bowed his head. "Until we meet again."