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"WHAT?! The Locust will be attending?!"
Shecurian blurted this out, and Laz glared at him, until the lesser officer swallowed. Satisfied, Laz turned his attention to the Ambassador once more.

" The Locust are seriously acknowledging our existance, rather than simply trying to wipe us out?"

The Locust, as far as anyone could tell, were extreme xenophobes; if it wasn't of their own species, they exterminated it. That the Locust would be sending a delegation was....surprising.

"As far as we can tell, Admiral, yes.... their delegation will consist of three Locust, along with a sizeable retinue of, ahh.... 'vassels' would be accurate..."

Familiar with diplomatic euphenisms, Laz fluffed his fur at Yelarens words.
" Slaves, you mean."
" thats a little harsh..."
" Slaves are what they are.....how many?"
" not many..."
"How many?!"
".... twenty or thirty."
"christ...."

-Security issues, all of them.... The Locust cannot be trusted, and that goes double for their slaves as well.... this is gonna be one looooonnng Summit-

Freda sniffed at the air as she looked at the cyborg. She hadn't seen a cyborg in several years, and the smell was somewhat familiar. Her master had done business with some cyborgs in the past, and the smell reminded her of home. To keep her emotions in check, Freda looked forward at the summit with a serious look on her face.

"there are answers within lies, secrets within riddles.... accept input from helm, jumpcoordinates accepted.....they gave power to the beast, and I said " give power unto the beast" for the beast had the body of a lion and the head of a man...."

- The Central One always speaks...-
The being in silver edged armor looked down at the creature in the ammniotic fluid filled tank, hooked into the ships systems...and completly insane. Or, at least to a unknowing viewer, insane. Most of his kind never came down here, to the core of their HiveCarrier, and he was grateful for that. His...'assignment', had him testy, and he might take his anger and frustration out on a unwary servitor or fellow member of the crew.

- 'A great honor' they said.... lies! We have no need to abase ourselves before the vermin; they should be bowing to us, not us acknowledging them as our equals! this is a insult to my Line!-

Privatly, though,he knew that the Unified Hive had to come to grips with the other powers in the galexy. Unknown to all but his race, their massive HiveCarriers, the ships the hated Colonial Association called "Scarabs" were nearly irreplacable; the techniques for creating them, for birthing them, were nearly lost. The traditional navy units were more easily built, but the Homeworld and her holdings, conquered planets full of slaves,were poor in minerals... they could not afford to waste ships in attacks when they could not easily replace them. He sighed, then looked up as a speaker chimed.

" Ambassador Chretak, we are at the jump coordinates. Your 'Gutter' class Battlecruiser is waiting here for you, and your retinue is awaiting you in Hanger Bay A-16."
Cretak nodded, and turned to enter the 'Lift. he input his destination, and the car shot off.

"So what do you make of this whole business with the CA, Tomarki?"
" I don't know, Lestak. I heard our boss, Chretak, is one of the Ta'na'lesta Line."
"The Ta'na'lesta Line? why did they pick one of them as a ambassador? that entire Line is one of the most hardliner of the entire Unified Hive! this is asking for a problem!"
"no s**t. this will not be good for us if he screws it up"
" it'll be bad for all Venthrenthi if he does...."

The two other Venthrenthi members of the Delegation waited in the cavenourous hanger bay as they awaited the arrival of their leader. They both heard a electric crackle, and turned to see the 'Gutter' Battlecruiser assigned to their mission drift through the field keeping the atmosphere inside the ship. Tomarki looked at his companion; both had their helmets off, and Lestak looked back at him, his feathers puffed out. The Venthrenthi were not, as almost all other species thought, insects...rather, they were more akin to birds. the confusion lay with their societies structure; a central female, a Queen, ruled each of the Venthrenthi Lines, and all the Queens worked with one another for the good of their entire species.

the two junior Venthrenthi had been selected because of their vocal arguments against the isolationist stance of the current High Queen, argueing that the entire race was stagnating away. The Warlords who had put together the mission had agreed wholeheartedly, and had the two of them assigned to the mission. the Warlords had been overruled as to the selection of the actual ambassador by the High Queen, and she had picked a member of the line most fervent in their hatred of all things non-Venthrenthi. it boded ill.

The two snapped to attention as their silver armored boss exited the lift. The Ambassador looked both of them over for a second then shook his head.
" Helmets on at ALL times, you two! the vermin cannot know our identities."
" But it shows we are unwilling to-
" We ARE! this whole mission is a travesty! it will fail,and we will be all the stronger for it. Now get on board, I want to be going"
The two junior members slipped on their helmets and saluted, then followed Chretak into the ship. The sleek, needlelike Battlecruiser drifted out of the hanger, and into the darkness of interstellar space.

Up on the surprisingly spacious bridge, Chretak settled into the captains chair, and trilled a inquiry to the pilot-slave at the helm.
" Are coordinates set for this 'Ticonderoga', slave?"
" Yes, my lord, the coordinates are-"
"Then Jump already!"

the slave wisely didn't answer, and input commands as Lestak and Tomarki glanced at each other; this was off toa bad start. The ships engines glowed a second, then a rippling tear in space-time appeared before them, and the ship slipped inside. the tear persisted for a moment after the warship had entered, then closed in a burst of exotic radiation.

Nero pulled out some ear buds before placing into his ears. He reached into his shirt pocket to grab a small mp3 player and turned it on. After finding a song he wanted he went back work on a nerby terminal singing to himself.

(annnnndddd that seems to be the death of this RP folks.... if I fail to get a hold of more people willing to post here or get the people who HAVE posted to return in the next month, I'm shutting this down.)

((i'll join but your going to have to wait till saturday or sunday, i cant do much on school comps and can only use my good comp during weekends. So if you can wait that long, please keep the rp open. ^ET^))

((oh, well than you caught my interest XD))