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Burgjano wrote:

Moshi-moshi Aqmore-chan

Iru, one of the Conchordate’s junior ambassadors, answered the message. “Ambassador Iru, at your service. Our harmonious Chordate greets you warmly.” She appeared surprisingly young for an Aqmore of her position, a rare sight among the seniority-favoring Aqmore. She appeared differently from most Aqmore: lighter skin, smaller size, and longer appendages, reflecting the heritage of a shallow-dwelling rather than deep water Aqmore. Shallow-dwelling Aqmore are a significantly smaller share of the population than their deep-water brethren.

She wore an iridium collar/belt around her ‘neck’, signifying her loyalty to Diktorism. Next to the iridium collar was an amulet depicting the famous obelisk from the deep-water Aqmore city of Ur-Ka, the oldest known Aqmore city, located near to many of the Aqmore shallow-water settlements. Behind her in the holographic call were decorative reefs, algae colonies, and surface-dwelling plant life.

"Greetings, Ambassador Iru. I am Supreme Chancellor Jorgen One-Eye of the Unified Oligarchy of Onorus." Jorgen said calmly from his seat, his fingers lacing together on the tabletop before him. "I and the Council of the Onorussian Nation have contacted your government in the hopes of seeking assistance in a matter of foreign policy." The man tapped at a keyboard embedded in the table before, his lone eye glancing between it and the hovering Aqmori form. A map of the galaxy presented itself, highlighting the arm commonly referred to as 'Sithis Breath', though that name was notably absent from this map. "The Holy Arm of Selene has been the subject of much galactic tension for as long as our new Oligarchy has existed, with the Ka'lu'umil maintaining a claim over the entirety of the arm's scope." The man's face was calm as he returned his full attention to Iru. "As occupants of the Holy Arm, and with no apparent effort to relinquish the claims upon sovereign Onorussian space, we must conclude the Ka'lu'umil eventually intend to take our homes by force."

"You can see how this would concern us, considering our... Offensive and defensive limitations." He paused, briefly pondering his choice of words before apparently nodding to himself in satisfaction at the statement. "Not even mentioning the fact that our civilization has only just managed to rebuild itself after our Great War." The man bit his lower lip. "The Oligarchy has therefore also concluded that a diplomatic solution must be sought, preferably by means of a mediator not currently attached to or overtly friendly with either the Accord or the Center Pact. As your Conchordate is affiliated with neither, you were our first choice. We are therefore requesting your assistance in securing the sovereignty of our borders in the eyes of the galaxy and, more specifically, the Ka'lu'umil." The Chancellor looked off to the side at one of his advisers, then to the manila folder containing the findings of the 'Violet Marauder' War Games resting neatly beside the keyboard. "We are relative newcomers to galactic politics, and lack the experience to carry out such a task on our own. Not without further complicating things via missteps I'm certain we would make, at the very least."