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Cleo Eriaji

The sole survivor of a proud race.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nemo

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Originally formed after the Tripartite Occupation of Terra, the TNG once controlled all of Terra. Currently, the TNG's jurisdiction includes most of Terra's territory, but not the entire world.
Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

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The Last Tsufuru-jin

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Cleo Eriaji (CLAY-oh)
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 145 lbs / 1/2 Ton with Armor


Planet Plant. Better known as Planet Vegeta, home of the "Saiyans", a blood-thirsty alien race. Born to survive, bred to kill, the Saiyans launched a rutheless campaign across the universe, conquoring planets, wiping out all intelligent life in them and then auctioning them off to buyers. But the Saiyans were not always so powerful. At one point, they even shared their homeworld with another race: the Tsufuru-jin (also called "Tuffles").

The Tuffles were a peaceful, care-free race. For what they lacked in physical power and inability to use energy, ki or magic attacks; they made up for in technological advances unrivaled throughout the galaxy. They were a passionate society of philosophers and thinkers, favoring the arts and sciences. They constantly strove towards the betterment of their species as opposed to conquest or military training.

Although the Tuffles welcomed the Saiyans with open arms, hoping to continue co-existing with them on their home planet, it could never be so. The Saiyans were quick to ignite a long and bloody war that would come to be known as the “Tuffle-Saiyan War.” The technologic advancements the Tuffles possessed quickly allowed them to gain the upper hand in the bloody conflict. Indeed, they very well almost won the war.

Almost.

On the verge victory, the Tuffles found themselves confronted with an unfortunate happening beyond their control. The full moon, an occurrence on Planet Plant happening only once every eight years, transforming the entire remaining Saiyan population into their mightiest form: the Great Ape. The Saiyan army obliterated the Tuffle population in one night. The war was lost. Planet Plant belonged to the Saiyans.

As the Saiyan monsters descended upon the Tuffle capital, Doctor Eriaji, his wife and their newly born son desperately boarded a spacecraft, attempting to flee the planet with their lives. Unfortunately, the ship was damaged in the fight before it could achieve takeoff. Quickly setting his baby boy into the craft's only functioning escape pod (meant for documents and small-objects, not large enough for an adult), along with the holographic schematics of his life’s work, Dr Eriaji blasted his child into deep space, saving him from apocalypse.

The child’s name was Cleo.


A Wanderer



Landing on a nearby planet, Cleo was found and raised for the first five years of his life by Vrackians, a peaceful race of farmers and gatherers. Blessed with his natural Tuffle intelligence, Cleo learned and comprehended information at a supernatural speed. Reviewing the schematics given to him by his father (as well as videos recorded by his mother after his birth during a more peaceful time), Cleo quickly realized that he was not a native to his current planet. Rebuilding and modifying his escape-pod to a more suitable craft, Cleo bid farewell to the Vrackians and began his journey home, unaware that his planet was already lost and his parents already dead. He was five years old.

For the next six years, Cleo wandered the galaxy, learning more and more everyday as he went. Although most of the planets he encountered contained peaceful inhabitants, he quickly discovered the necessity to defend himself against those few with more hostile residents. Basing the design off one of his father’s schematics, Cleo began building body-armor. It wasn’t difficult, as each planet visited presented new resources, new tools and new adjustments to his original plan. With his superhuman intellect, Cleo easily completed the first model of what would eventually become the Arkangel Armor.

When Cleo at last arrived on Planet Plant, he quickly discovered the truth. The Tuffles had lost the war with the Saiyans. His family, his heritage, his very race…all wiped from existence. In his rage, Cleo attacked a small Saiyan establishment, killing many of the aliens before sustaining major injuries and being driven off. Flying from the world as quickly as he could, he crash-landed on Planet Rihatsan, where he encountered the Rihatsu. An ancient race of wise-men, Cleo found peace among the aliens for another eight years, adopting the Rihatsu code of ethics. Partially fueled by his grief for his fallen comrades, Cleo developed a deep respect for sentient life under the Rihatsu’s teachings. Respect for sentient life…except for the Saiyans, of course.

Apart from centering himself emotionally, Cleo dedicated himself to his previous work of advancing the technology he had. While he remained rooted in Rihatsan, he continuously left for deeper parts of the galaxy, discovering new materials to build better armor and weapons. Perhaps his greatest discover was of the strange substance “muteki”, a metallic liquid that seemed capable of absorbing massive amounts of energy. After molecularly freezing the compound, Cleo quickly incorporated it into his armor. He continuously went to hostile planets, testing his suit over and over again, training himself in the fires of lethal combat. Learning from each of his countless battles, the Tuffle modified his armor daily, incorporating every scrap of knowledge learned both on and off the battlefield. Once, a large platoon of Saiyan warriors landed on Rihatsan, planning to eridacate the Rihatsu and auction the planet like they did with so many before. Meeting them head-on, the young Tuffle easily emerged victorious, slaughtering his most hated foe in dark ecstacy.

"The Rihatsu were careful to teach me the moral fulfillments of life. Nature, knowledge, justice and virtue...all became beautiful to me. But in their ethical lectures, they neglected the darker satisfactions of sentient fulfillment. Killing the Saiyans awakened an ancient lust that could not be extinguished once realized. I am woefully convinced of no greater pleasure then destroying the embodiment of one’s hatred and detestation."


After years of work, Cleo finally succeeded in completing his Arkangel III Full-Body Armor, its power beyond even what Cleo had anticipated. At the age of eighteen, Cleo at last said his goodbyes to the Rihatsus, deciding that he was old enough to find his own way. Before he began searching for a path, however; he set out to test the full power of his Arkangel III and discover the limits of its fathomless command. Journeying into deep space, the last Tsufuru-Jin once again began training. He would hunt dying stars throughout the galaxy and battle the supernova that followed its death. He would pitt his flight power against the gravitional pull of a black hole, racing against the speed of light itself. He would find entire solar systems devoid of life, ending each barren planet with a flick of his wrist. Cleo took his power to new and unexplored limits.

After training himself, the Tuffle at last left in search of a new life, a new beginning…and perhaps a new reason to exist. Quietly traveling through space, he found himself on the Planet Terra. Finding a home on the planet, Cleo quickly caught the attention of the TNG, with whom he began working closely to revolutionize Terran defenses.


Arkangel III

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Cleo’s greatest achievement; the Arkangel III Full-Body Armor is constructed from the strongest materials throughout the galaxy. Its strength, power and durability endows its wearer with the formidability of gods.

The Arkangel armor utilizes a variety of alien substances, including:

Impervium: a dislocated metal alloyed from the alien metals pullum and silicis, found on the planet Fundam, located in the Carina-Sagittarius Arm of the Milky Way galaxy. Pullum and silicis are smelted together to alloy impervium, but only through extreme heat. Impervium has a solidus point of 1.3 million degrees Fahrenheit, and a liquidis point of 1.5 million degrees Fahrenheit.

Exceptionally tough, hard and durable, impervium is the metal alloy used in the Arkangel. The entire Plate of the armor is almost completely comprised of impervium. Because of its superior strength and high-melting point, the alloy is practically impervious to lead, plasma, and most other piercing, heat or smashing attacks. Impervium is also extremely magnetic (30,000 gauss), and is in fact held together in the Arkangel design via a series of densely energized internal magnetic fields.

Muteki: a metallic liquid found on the planet Peniculus in the Crux-Scutum Arm of the Milky Way galaxy, Muteki has been christened “Tek” by TETRS troopers. Muteki liquid has the ability to absorb massive amounts of energy, a trait which proved extremely useful in furthering the defensive capabilities of the Arkangel. The substance was molecularly frozen and incorporated into the armor. A thick layer is plastered over the Plate, while a Muteki “gel” substance flows freely throughout the Pillar. Two densely concentrated “gems” of Muteki are also embedded in the palms of the Arkangel.

The ARKNGL III is composed of four layers of armor: the Plate, Pillar, Foam and Skin.

Plate: The Plate is the outer section of the armor, and the only layer that is completely exposed to the environment. The Plate is constructed entirely out of high carbon impervium, a dislocated metal alloyed from alien elements. Only the hellish core of a Neutron Star (1.5 Million ºF) can generate the heat required to forge impervium.

Pillar: The Pillar is an elastic shell just below the Plate. It serves a myriad of important purposes essential to the functionality of the ARKNGL. Its primary function is structural support. The Pillar keeps the Arkangel closely knitted together through a series of densely energized magnetic fields. The Pillar is also responsible for movement throughout the system. A neurological pathway at the base of Cleo's neck connects to his central nervous system. The pathway collects chemical signals released by the brain and transmits them into kinetic action. Whatever Cleo tells the suit to do in his mind, it does. The Pillar seals the remaining two layers of armor, air-locking Cleo from a potentially hostile environment. Muteki Gel flows freely throughout the Pillar, offering significant protection and further absorption of energy concentrates.

Foam: The Foam is a thick layer of protective foam separating the Pillar from the Skin. Engineered to absorb up to 10 million newtons of force, the Foam is capable of protecting Cleo's structure from even the most powerful exertion of force or shock wave of energy.

Skin: The Skin is the final layer of the Arkangel Armor. Thin and tight, it clings closely to Cleo's body like a jumpsuit. The Skin is responsible for accommodating all of Cleo's biological needs, as well as maintaining reasonable living conditions throughout Arkangel in general. An extensive temperature regulator keeps the entire suit at a safe temperature in even the most extreme environments, while a Thermal Disruptor nullifies his heat signature. A particle filter prevents any poisons or toxins from entering into Cleo's system, including radiation and electromagnetic waves. The Skin's bioscan technology sterilizes and seals any prevalent injuries upon detection (although series medical attention is not something Arkangel is able to give). Jutting from the Skin along the shoulders, back, and quadriceps are a series of energy generators, which supply a constant shield of densely protective energy around the Plate, in addition to the Muteki Gel coat.

Directly in the center of the ArkangelIII is the Fusion Reactor. Arguably the most important piece of the armor, the Fusion Reactor supplies seemingly limitless power to the ARKNGL III Armor.

The Arkangel III Armor utilizes a variety of skills and offensive energies.

Super-Kinetics – The suit allows for impossibly dexterous range of motion, speed, strength and flight.

Energy Manipulation – Draws upon the suit’s massive stores of energy, centering it into a single focus point to be used, usually in a beam of high-intensity light.

Element Manipulation – Draws upon natural gases, molecular compounds and binding energies to manipulate and accelerate charged particles (ions, positrons, electrons, etc.)

Sound Manipulation – The suit can create sonic frequencies of all kinds. Whether it be to change Cleo’s voice or to release a devastating shock wave of sound, the uses vary

Magnetic Manipulation – The suit can create or nullify magnetic attraction, pulling attractive particles out of the very air to be used as needed, without disrupting the magnetic field used by the Pillar to keep the suit together.

Spirit Manipulation – The most lethal energy the suit is capable of harnessing. Cleo draws upon the essence of life itself, forming the powerful energies into tangible substance.

Muteki Gems – Although the entire Arkangel III Armor is coated by the layer in this stuff, two “gems” of densely concentrated Muteki are embedded in the palms of the armor. If aimed and timed correctly, Cleo can absorb incoming energized attacks, store them and then release them in the same manner in which they were received. He cannot however, alter the energy once it’s been absorbed. It can only be stored and released

The ANDEE armor (used by TETRS) was inspired by Cleo's Arkangel. The Arkangel has all of the ANDEE's functions and protections.

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Cleo Eriaji's Story

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A strange, armored figure walked into Gambit's, his metal feet clacking against the floor with every metronomic step. He stopped suddenly, his masked face looking about at the deserted establishment, helmet turning slowly to each corner of the room.

The mask suddenly retracted, folding in plates over the wearer's jaw down to his neck, revealing the man behind the armor. His young and emotionless face could have chiseled from white marble. His pallid grey eyes flickered from object to object, his lips turning up in a dissapointed smirk. Anyone with access to TNG Media might recognize him as Cleo Eriaji, a head scientist at Terran research facilities.

"Perhaps they've made a mistake..." he said to himself quietly. This place was so empty. Too deserted and quiet, not at all the sort of place they might associate themselves with. The Tsufur-jin's grey eyes found Cashmere, inspecting the girl quietly. Perhaps he should inquiring of this woman might yield some answers...

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Cleo Eriaji noticed Cashmere's cautious scanning of his armor, though he made no effort to stop her. Let the girl look. Let her admire, even. It wasn't as if the entire planet didn't already have working schematics of his armor. The entire ANDEE Battle Suit line had been modeled after it...

As Ember made his way to the girl, Cleo stepped back a few paces, folding his arms over his chest. It would perhaps be wiser to observe and understand this girl before engaging her directly. Clearly she was no simple city-citizen. Her energy emissions were far too impressive.

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Cleo Eriaji looked from Ember to Cashmere several times, his mind working furiously to salvage any bits of information he could from such a simple conversation. With a discontented sigh, Cleo approached the Aschen woman at last; the pallid grey of his eyes never leaving the calculating amber of her own.

"Next one's on me," Cleo said quietly, laying a small stack of credits on the table as he nodded to her ambrosia. He struggled not to grimace as the scent of alcohol flooded his senses. Disgusting substances...

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Cleo Eriaji knitted his brows together in a look of plain confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked coldly, blinking twice as he mulled over her words again and again. Hadn't he just...

"The heat residue between your body and the chair you're sitting in suggest you haven't left this table in a good fifteen minutes," Cleo began, his voice coldly calculating and articulate, "...the rate at which you've been sipping your drink has been relatively constant, suggesting that you'll finish your current glass of ambrosia in aproximately ten to twelve minutes. Assuming your alcohol-tolerance falls within the average range of most women your age, you will desire another drink. I desire to purchase that drink for you." The Tsufuru-Jin's face relaxed a bit as he finished, the chiseled marble of his jaw loosening slightly.

"Do we have an understanding?" he asked curiously, his voice devoid of sarcasm or irritation. It was a genuine question.

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The pallid line of Cleo's stone lips made something of a grin. "When you put it that way..." he nodded, "...I desire information. Forgive me if I don't immediately recognize you. I'm aware of very little of what transpires outside the Terran National Government. Since the TNG tends not to employ foreign Tech-Servicers such as yourself, I'm not familiar with you." The Tuffle's eyes made a quick glance about the bar before returning back to Cashmere.

"I am Cleo Eriaji," he said, a strange, rolling accent evident in his voice as he spoke the words. It was the first his voice assumed a more 'human' tone of warmth, and was immediately recognizable.

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Cleo Eriaji 's grin grew somewhat wider, his ash-grey eyes briefly glimmering into bright silver as Cashmere gave him her name. "Perhaps I am familiar with you, then," Cleo said thoughtfully, "though not as well as I would like. You're something a mercenary among technicians, if I understand correctly. Highly skilled and respected among more privately-organized communities and employers." He looked somewhat amused, raising one of his brows knowingly. "...though a mercenary's allegiance is only as true as a stack of coins can buy; or so they say."

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"Perhaps we can be of service to eachother, then," Cleo said plainly, looking down at her still half-full glass of ambrosia. The plates of his armor clinked slightly as he stepped closer, pointing to the stack of credits still left on the table.

"...can I buy you a drink?" he repeated slowly, amused humor in his voice.

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A strange, armored figure walked into Gambit's, his metal feet clacking against the floor with every metronomic step. He stopped suddenly, his masked face looking about at the deserted establishment, helmet turning slowly to each corner of the room.

The mask suddenly retracted, folding in plates over the wearer's jaw down to his neck, revealing the man behind the armor. His young and emotionless face could have chiseled from white marble. His pallid grey eyes flickered from object to object, his lips turning up in a dissapointed smirk. Anyone with access to TNG Media might recognize him as Cleo Eriaji, a head scientist at Terran research facilities.

"....what do you think you're doing..." Cleo asked the soldier warily, his voice devoid of emotion.

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"Gambit's bar is cleaned regularly," Cleo said plainly, "the next air-filtering is in a week, I think. I cannot allow you to do this without proper clearance from Omnicorp or the TNG."

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Cleo Eriaji rolled his eyes. They could just never do it the easy way. Cleo quickly put his helmet back over his face, his energy-scouter scanning over the device. If there was anything hostile about the device besides air-cleaning, the scouter would be able to detect it. If not, Cleo would just let it go. He didn't feel like stopping a guy just for wanting to purify the air a bit.

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A strange, armored figure walked into Gambit's, his metal feet clacking against the floor with every metronomic step. He stopped suddenly, his masked face looking about at the deserted establishment, helmet turning slowly to each corner of the room.

The mask suddenly retracted, folding in plates over the wearer's jaw down to his neck, revealing the man behind the armor. His young and emotionless face could have chiseled from white marble. His pallid grey eyes flickered from object to object, his lips turning up in a dissapointed smirk. Anyone with access to TNG Media might recognize him as Cleo Eriaji, a head scientist at Terran research facilities.

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The energy-scouter in Cleo's Arkangel armor instantly recognized the heat signature from the gun the moment it was fired, quickly retracting the helmet back over his face as the lead rounds glanced harmlessly acrossed the impervium-alloy plate.

With a mental command, the Arkangel entered a battle-ready position. The energy shield around the armor flared. His scouters trained on his opponent.

"Stand down," Cleo spoke from beneath his armor, though curiosity was evident in his voice as well. Why had this man just randomly attacked him?

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Cleo Eriaji looked about confused as Gamma's energy signature disappeared entirely. The man was invisible in every way imaginable now. Still, he couldn't activate his artillery weapons without giving off an energy signature. At least his opponent couldn't attack in suprise.

"Get out of here," Cleo said callously to Ezrael, looking towards him from behind his mask.

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Due to the fact that so little energy was exerted in Gamma's drawing of his blade, Cleo didn't notice his movements until the Council unit was right on top of him. Cleo turned with seemingly inhuman speed, deflecting the razor-sharp sword with the palm of his shield, impervium-plated hand. Because the Arkangel was neurologically directed, Cleo could move as fast as he could think. That was very, very fast.

The Tuffle looked back briefly at Ezrael, "are you still here?" He grumbled as he struggled with the blade, "this man has stealth technologies. I can't protect you if he vanishes again."

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Cleo Eriaji , occupied in talking to Ezrael, wasn't able to deflect Gamma's next attack. The blade came down on Cleo's armor with masterful speed, hitting its mark. Unfortunately, the metal glanced off of the impervium plating, leaving only a wide scratch in the armor.

The Tuffle jumped back quickly, inspecting the damage. "You scratched the paint..." Cleo grumbled, clearly annoyed. Although Gamma certainly possessed great skill, the Arkangel was designed to handle far more then a mere katana.

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Cleo Eriaji 's energy scouter quickly detected the power-up in Gamma's katana. The weapon was now a much more formidable threat.

"Impressive..." Cleo nodded his respect for the technological advancements it would have taken to pull of such a feat. Sustaining energized metal was no easy task. Cleo ought to know.

Still, Cleo managed to avoid the clash just in time, blasting his thrusters as he jumped high into the air, hovering there. Extending an arm in Gamma's direction, the Tuffle released a quick repulsor blast, powerful enough to send any normal flying through the next table.

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Cleo Eriaji powered down slightly, remaining in mid-air as he listened closely, his scouter eagerly scanning the room for his opponents energy. Until then, Cleo would just have to wait until Gamma made another move.

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Cleo Eriaji 's quick eyes easily caught the movement of the bottle as Gamma carried it across the bar. Unwilling to take any chances, the Tuffle let loose another quick blast from his palms, spraying not only the bottle but the entire area around it. The repulsor attack was energy and force. It had no heat or piercing ability, but was rather a smashing/knock-back beam. If struck, Gamma might find himself soaring across the room and crashing into the nearest wall, perhaps knocked unconscious all-together.

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"Enough," Cleo's voice boomed, amplified by the sound distorter in his armor. Extending his left hand, Cleo quickly used the katanas natural magnetic attractions to pull the blade from where it was off the ground. The sword flew through the air, landing in Cleo's hand perfectly.

"You are disarmed," the Tuffle began confidently, "your stealth tech is damaged. I give you due credit for possessing this kind of technology, but you're outmatched. I've hardly used a percentage of power battling you. Will you stand down and explain to me why you attacked me?"

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Cleo Eriaji watched the unit quietly, making no intentions of attacking. In fact, the Tuffle looked as if he was willing to let the man go. Cleo had been so occupied with various affairs lately, he simply didn't feel like dragging a council convict down to the NPA to sit through hours of paperwork. If the stealth unit wanted to escape, now was his chance.

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10:47...guess I can't complain. End scene here?

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A dimly lit light streaked across the barren night sky, a glimmering tail of stardust trailing close behind it. In the pale darkness, it could have been easily mistaken for some sort of comet or falling star. But shooting stars don't resound in the faint hum of a jet engine. Neither do they come any closer from where they appeared not even three seconds ago...

Cleo Eriaji came grimly, his pallid face emotionless behind the glimmering mask of his armor. At last, he had found him. Terran scouters had picked up the unsually high energy reading a day or so ago, but had been unable to track its exact location until now.

The Tuffle was upon them soon enough, his thrusters still roaring as white flames funnelled from his Arkangel armor, keeping him airborne as he hovered between Vexion and Kare even as the latter took his leave. His thrusters cut sharply, the heavy metal falling to the dust sharply.

The shielded face looked up once, hidden behind the mirroring re-enforced helmet. It turned slowly, pivoting first to Kare and then to Vexion, observing them both with myserious intent.

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Cleo Eriaji and his troopers entered as quietly as they could... which wasn't terribly quiet. Five suits of half-ton armor clanged to the ground near Ferrus and Archer, quickly stabilizing themselves and lowering their energy shields in a sign of non-aggression.

Cleo approached the group steadily, his helmet retracting to reveal his white-marble face, slightly-pointed ears and sturdy jawline. "I greet you," Cleo said as he was near the two, "and thank you for your hospitality." His eyes turned to Archers. "You are the one they call Archer, yes? The leader of the team christened around Gambit's as 'Archer's Crew?' I am Cleo Eriaji, head scientist and leader of Nova Project with the Terran National Government." The Tsufuru-Jin's tone was cold and calculating, devoid of practically all emotion or interest. Nonetheless, it was articulate and calm, spoken without suspicion or intent. The Tuffle extended an armored hand towards Archer, nodding quietly.

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Cleo Eriaji nodded to each of the newcomers in turn, his chiseled face betraying no emotion for even a second. His movements were mechanical though fluent and careful. The Tuffle DID however, seem to spend perhaps half a second more analyzing ReXis.

"I come with something of a proposition," Cleo nodded, "would you prefer I speak with you in some other atrium of the ship that would perhaps more comfortable for you? My troopers can stay here."

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Cleo Eriaji nodded, watching carefully as Archer demonstrated his marksmenship. "Of course," Cleo affirmed, "most likely we'd ask your assistance in our campaigns against the Hataf Terrorists. I'm sure you've heard of them. We're currently planning several skirmishes against their compounds all across the world... from Argentina to Japan."

"If you like, we could supply you with a small battallion of Terran Marines for your expidition?" Cleo offered.