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Hoshizora contains 32 nations, the 456th most in the world.

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The Most Scientifically Advanced in Hoshizora

World Census researchers quantified national scientific advancement by quizzing random citizens about quantum chromodynamics, space-time curvature and stem cell rejuvenation therapies. Responses based on Star Trek were discarded.

As a region, Hoshizora is ranked 373rd in the world for Most Scientifically Advanced.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Hoshizoran Dominions of The Lost Imperial FleetLeft-Leaning College State“For the Imperium!”
2.The Qi Kingdoms of China-ShouInoffensive Centrist Democracy“The eternal energies of this universe will guide us”
3.The Empire of the Bez of TriporeaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“May the moon never set upon the Bez!”
4.The Great Space Bazaar of IammelonCapitalist Paradise“Wealth and Profit are the goal of all nations, no?”
5.The Solar Expanse of OasisaDemocratic Socialists“We live!”
6.The Anarchy of BayanelokaviIron Fist Consumerists“If not we, then who?”
7.The Dark Imperium of AwithaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“For The Empress!”
8.The Celestial Imperium of The AlicornsLeft-Leaning College State“Imperium aeterna.”
9.The Delmah Confederacy of The Ebony RepublicIron Fist Consumerists“Only united may we reach.”
10.The Голоса of TaurghaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘”
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Iammelon wrote:Tyfrondor nodded his head, "It is good to hear that, if the Admiral was the one to help with this so far successful set of experiments. That beings my attention to you, Tamour. You are no longer an Admiral. You are now the Union's Minister of War, second in command only to me. Your role begins now. Congratulations, Minister. I do hope you will lead the Union's new military to victory in this first war it must go through."

The Blue Dragon was rather surprised by that sudden announcement, and was silent for a moment before bowing his head once more, "Thank you, my Grand Drake! I am honored by this, and I will endeavor to live up to your expectations and more! I suppose then my first job shall be organizing Excave's forces with our allies into a unified Union Military structure. Melyphis, you will help me with this."

Aloni chuckled, shaking her head, "So you are squeamish then, scared of messing up! Haha, a bit harder to do something without a big strong Queen giving you the orders, hm? Well if you really need instructions, you can always contact Yajana, since she did it herself. Or I'll give you a blood sample to experiment with."

Melyphis looked rather surprised herself as Tyfrondor named Tamour the Union's Minister of War, a rather huge leap but in her eyes a rather deserving one. She was biased in this case but he was the one that was helping to lead the battle of Duxton that ultimately lead to her and her sisters capture for her to be in this situation to begin with. Once the Minister calls on her she gladly stands at attention and salutes to him "Glady Minister Tamour. To the best of my ability!" She say as she looks proudly up to the Blue dragon.

Increasing amounts of grumbles came from her chattering segmented jaws as Aloni's comments increase. "Only a fool wouldn't be worried that something they never tested won't go wrong! And no... I don't want to call on her to help me, its degrading having to ask someone younger than me for help..." Clearly she thinks she's still too proud to ask for help.

Iammelon wrote:Rovin was surprised that it was that strong, based on appearances, but he could handle this swig. Putting the glass back down, he smiled back to Piper and nodded, "Heh, that'd be quite something! A foxy little pub, could be quite nice. It's a humble living, though might not bring in enough money by itself with all those kids you're bringing up. All the same, can't hurt to bring in a second source of cash, right? Heh, might even take advantage of those Thorax lads by setting up near their dig sites. Also, strong drink, you weren't kidding!"

Oh there was no doubt that he could handle it, it would take more than one swig to really get going, but still it was a decently deceptive drink for its taste masking how strong it really is. Piper just smiles as he comments on the drink "Glad you like it, I told you our stuff was pretty different." She says before she taps her lip with her finger to that thought "Not a bad idea... Making shop near the dig site for the miners. I'm pretty sure they'll enjoy stiff drinks for all their hard work. Though doing that alone won't work so I may need to sweeten the pod abit... Might set up a bounty board... My brother did say he made dangerous creatures so maybe it might pay well for people to come and hunt them for materials or something...?"

Iammelon wrote:Whatever the Dark Force was, it enjoyed puns and was happy to share in order to spread punnyness. Fulzcatra meanwhile was amused as Zether moved to catch up, enjoying that he was taking the flying seriously. To her, this was some much needed exercise for his poor, unused wings. She spoke back to him as they moved along, "Maybe you got a lot of power, but it ain't much good if you can't fly straight! While you're here, I'll help fix that. Casual Island Dragoness guarantees! Doesn't sound like much, but trust me it means plenty! Still, won't have to fly too much on Mondron once we get where we're going. Speaking of which, take a look!" They were now coming up on the shores of Mondron, forests and mountains visible in the distance. There were even more Dragons flying about visible. Some were playing, and some were just moving about normally, going about their own business.

Zether was happy to know that the dark force was a force for puns, he shall spread its punny wisdom across the stars. Though for now he was concentrating on flying, keeping up with the simple Island dragoness as he smiles. "It isn't a problem when I'm on land, but I see your point. You were running circles around me back before we got serious. I will be in your care then for getting all this rust off of me." He says as he looks out towards the grand mountains and vast forests of Mondron.

For a moment he was stunned by the naturally beauty of it all as felt a sense of pride welling up inside of him. This place felt more familiar than the sandy shores he just left behind. Seeing all of the Dragon's below felt familiar too, almost nostalgic for an odd reason before he looks back to Fulzcatra "How far until we get back to Gramps place?"

Necunda wrote:As rounds and rounds begin to pour onto the creature, it would instantly shriek in pain and would jump around like an extremely bouncy ball, this time fast enough that it seemingly has afterimages of itself and would slowly be getting closer and closer to both of them. "Sir, please hold it off while i recharge the weapon.." A meek voice yet with determination to defeat this thing, Halfthur would raise his weapon and a dark red glow would emanate from it as it begins to charge.. Grappler would suddenly stop its flurry and would suddenly disappear from the hallway seemingly around the corner, Halfthur would pull on Echo's coat and would point at where it went through.

With fast fingers he started to reload his rifle again as his eyes kept up with the Grapplers rapid bounding from wall to dented wall, if nothing else he had to admire the beast for being able to withstand such punishment and its incredible physical abilities. Hearing the meek voice of the scientist had Echo nodding as he loaded the rifle and started to fire another round of acid bullets into the Grappler into it disappeared around the corner.

"I'll lure it out, please be careful when firing that thing..." He says back to the scientist as he puts his rifle on his back and brings his holoblades back out, holding them in both hands as he starts to make his way for the corner, his hunting program activating as he starts to crouch lower, heighteing his senses along with a faint yellow haze rising from inside of his attire, producing no smell but more heat as he seems to be more responsive and twitchy before he starts to peek around the corner, blades at the ready.

Triporea wrote:This simple illusion fooled the outer members of the horde, and slowly the rest of the horde followed the few brave ones who gave chase. This illusion did not fool the robots who remained watching Harlock. Clearly more focused on him, allowing the ignorant organics to chase this other organic.

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She nodded, “I’m not quite ready to leave the empire yet anyways... so I’d like to spend a few days here with yog and mitsy if you don’t mind.” She said as the two of them walked down the cobble roads.

Harlock figured the robots wouldn't fall for it, still he thinned out the herd which was good for him. Not really good if someone dumb runs into them out in the plains he had the all shuffling into. He didn't like that they were more interested in him but he could get why, he was an unknown variable in this so it's obvious that they wish to learn as much as they could about him. But he really doesn't want that since they might come up with a way to infect him too. "You're losing your group. If you don't hurry you might lose them to tar pits." He wanted to resort to violence if he had no other choice, the moment he starts that will likely be it for any potential diplomacy if any at all.

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"Oh I don't mind at all, it'll be fun to get a little used to living here. Might do that when I retire from being lord commander. But that's more than afew years from now I think" Sephus says as he smiles back to her.

Iammelon wrote:Fornt nodded his head to Asura, "Yes, so I'm assuming something is wrong with the hardware, likely the assembly lines based on the fact each of the parts seem to be functional, but the process of successfully assembling those parts doesn't seem to work. Lets see what the settings are." He moved over to take a look at the consoles, to see if he could figure out the specifics of the commands they were running.

The commands seemed to be in fragmented ancient Edainian, the computer unable to properly display them. However, Fornt could realize very easily the word 'CEASE' had been implanted or spliced into every code line, causing it to malfunction in some fashion as the controller read it over and over.

The Orokin Fleets wrote:"That I can try to do."

With a nod, Ishben would step back into the living room to stall for time, particularly to query Vayln about any potential news updates of an Orokin response to the whole above-planet conflict.

Chrysanthemum happily returned to her duties, mincing beef, frying eggs and potatoes, and getting the meal ready for the rest of her “family.” After a few minutes, she started toasting some bread too.

Necunda wrote:"Watch it sugar, you're literally in the wolf's den." She says as she looks directly into Deorsóm's eyes through the mirror, aware of how she is seemingly invisible to everyone or everywhere excluding her. "Im not sure how you're still following me but i know its this scar that you inflicted on me." She sighs and would proceed to drink from a glass with already wine on it. "Its not my fault really, and you already now that."

A shrill laugh filled the room, “Threatening me now?” He ran his individual sharpened fingers through her hair. “No, no. I doubt your simple friends can save you, or pose a threat to me. You’re mine.” He said as another laugh filled the room.

Iammelon wrote:"Lord Tyfrondor's suggestion was of course primarily for the fact that most Ialao are on our side, this is but one continent of rebels and we should not irritate the majority. But another reason is because you shouldn't be wasteful. Ialao are quite good at biology, their druids especially so, and any defoliants you use may lose effectiveness overtime as the Ialao build in countermeasures for their plants. This will cost them barely anything, as nature will handle the burden of resource costs, while for us it would make various chemicals slowly but surely less and less useful, and replacing those with stronger versions is far more costly. Not to mention it will just happen again to any new developed defoliants. Magic inhibitors and manual clearing of the roads is the best way to use it, save the defoliants for when we need to clear the roads for large offensives quickly, so as to give us the element of surprise without giving the Ialao too much of a chance to adapt their forests. It will be annoying, but this is a very valuable tool that can't be expended on basic maintenance of roads we may not be able to hold for too long."

“This war would be bloody easy if these bastards didn’t have magic, or if we could just spray the whole damn forest. Hmph. Regardless, we’ve already began bombing runs over designated and possibly threatening parts of the forest. Just areas ImpSex believes rebels to be using for hidden storage. Replace their organics all they want, the tech can be removed like any other. That’s all for now.” Marlborough stood and left through the door. The officers in the command room saluting him as he returned.

Honour Guard wrote:PHarlock figured the robots wouldn't fall for it, still he thinned out the herd which was good for him. Not really good if someone dumb runs into them out in the plains he had the all shuffling into. He didn't like that they were more interested in him but he could get why, he was an unknown variable in this so it's obvious that they wish to learn as much as they could about him. But he really doesn't want that since they might come up with a way to infect him too. "You're losing your group. If you don't hurry you might lose them to tar pits." He wanted to resort to violence if he had no other choice, the moment he starts that will likely be it for any potential diplomacy if any at all.

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"Oh I don't mind at all, it'll be fun to get a little used to living here. Might do that when I retire from being lord commander. But that's more than afew years from now I think" Sephus says as he smiles back to her.

“Organics lost are inconsequential. Robotic units lost are inconsequential. Primary unit is all that matters. Dialogue with primary unit.” The robots said before returning to a cold gaze at Harlocke.

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Liline didn’t say much else after this, they collected Mitsy and their clothing from the shuttle, before Liline headed for a small district outside the big capital city. The Grand Tarwick Plaza was the name. It was a tall white building, with red canvas awnings on the outside. A brilliant rococo style building with a thing metal sign that spelled the name of the hotel. A doorman in a purple coat and purple tophat opened the door for the approaching couple. Inside the hotel was a lavish lobby, red carpets over a white tile floor with the occasional black tile. Ahead a circular concierge desk sat, with men in purple tuxedos with red piping along their paints stood. Liline approached and began talking with one.

Triporea wrote:“This war would be bloody easy if these bastards didn’t have magic, or if we could just spray the whole damn forest. Hmph. Regardless, we’ve already began bombing runs over designated and possibly threatening parts of the forest. Just areas ImpSex believes rebels to be using for hidden storage. Replace their organics all they want, the tech can be removed like any other. That’s all for now.” Marlborough stood and left through the door. The officers in the command room saluting him as he returned.

Xeufiar shrugged, "A lot of things would be easier if the enemy played fair and without extra toys, but that is what we are here to deal with. Airstrikes are good, and so that should be enough for now. Good day to you then." With that, the Anubite lord moved to depart as well, given that it seemed he wasn't needed for now. He'd continue his tour of the base for now.

The Ebony Republic wrote:The commands seemed to be in fragmented ancient Edainian, the computer unable to properly display them. However, Fornt could realize very easily the word 'CEASE' had been implanted or spliced into every code line, causing it to malfunction in some fashion as the controller read it over and over.

As Fornt's implants worked to translate the broken fragments, he did find it interesting that the computer didn't seem quite used to the language it was trying to use for commands, which he supposed could be part of the problem. All the same, he decided to test one of the lines, aiming to try and remove each 'CEASE' from the command lines for a single one of the assembly lines, and then see what happens when it was attempted again without them present.

Honour Guard wrote:Melyphis looked rather surprised herself as Tyfrondor named Tamour the Union's Minister of War, a rather huge leap but in her eyes a rather deserving one. She was biased in this case but he was the one that was helping to lead the battle of Duxton that ultimately lead to her and her sisters capture for her to be in this situation to begin with. Once the Minister calls on her she gladly stands at attention and salutes to him "Glady Minister Tamour. To the best of my ability!" She say as she looks proudly up to the Blue dragon.

Increasing amounts of grumbles came from her chattering segmented jaws as Aloni's comments increase. "Only a fool wouldn't be worried that something they never tested won't go wrong! And no... I don't want to call on her to help me, its degrading having to ask someone younger than me for help..." Clearly she thinks she's still too proud to ask for help.

Tamour smiled at Melyphis, pleased with the new title he had gained overall, he was feeling very proud of himself right now. Tyfrondor then spoke again, "Indeed. Organize the military, and win me this war. As soon as you feel the military structure is functional enough, I will have you put your personal attention into the Southern campaign. Omnipo cannot be allowed to go unpunished for a such a brazen attack on Proscore, and so we will respond in kind by moving to seize Cuthia, as well as its moon Garden. In addition you will see to handling the nearby world of Hokar in due time. But for now, simply get yourself antiquated with your new job. You have a new office here in the mountain. Dismissed for now, minister." The Blue Dragon bowed his head to Tyfrondor and moved to leave, gesturing for Melyphis to follow.
Once out of the Grand Drake's quarters, Tamour sighed and then chuckled, "Well that was a lot more than I had anticipated. I was expecting perhaps some special orders, but not such a promotion. Well, it seems Melyphis that we have a lot of work to do. First fixing this new army, and then preparing an invasion. Now let's go find this new office." There was a Golden Guard Watrike waiting for them, who was their guide. The mountain really was such a place that a guide was needed to get around for anything.

Aloni's smirk only grew in ferocity in proportion to the chattering and complaints, "Somebody's rather toighty, ain't they? If you're so much more ready than a youngling, then you should have no problems. Yajana didn't, after all! So take some of my blood and get to work! Unless you're scared, in which case I can provide some chicken from the cafeteria for you to use, if that would be more fitting. Or, or... Maybe I should ask the admiral to order you to do it? A big, strong fellow of authority giving you the order will make you feel real good inside, won't it?"

Honour Guard wrote:Oh there was no doubt that he could handle it, it would take more than one swig to really get going, but still it was a decently deceptive drink for its taste masking how strong it really is. Piper just smiles as he comments on the drink "Glad you like it, I told you our stuff was pretty different." She says before she taps her lip with her finger to that thought "Not a bad idea... Making shop near the dig site for the miners. I'm pretty sure they'll enjoy stiff drinks for all their hard work. Though doing that alone won't work so I may need to sweeten the pod abit... Might set up a bounty board... My brother did say he made dangerous creatures so maybe it might pay well for people to come and hunt them for materials or something...?"

Rovin smirked and nodded, "That it is. Could probably sell this and do pretty well, really, long as you keep the recipe a trade secret. And indeed, miners need their ways out after a long day of work, or even during their breaks. Set something up to facilitate that, and you'll do just fine. Plus it'll keep them from getting too curious, won't care about exploring if they have things to do like drink instead. People are simple in that way, you know? As for a bounty board, that's a bit more complicated. Considering you'll have to either pay people to hunt them, which isn't too smart, or do something a bit more different. One thing you could do is rent out the areas containing the dangerous creatures to organizations that want such areas, like the Grand Hunt for instance, for training or sport. Actually, might be a good idea, if you make Grand Hunt help pay for it by making sure nobody gets too far away from the designated dig zones without permission." He then took another swig after offering that idea.

Honour Guard wrote:Zether was happy to know that the dark force was a force for puns, he shall spread its punny wisdom across the stars. Though for now he was concentrating on flying, keeping up with the simple Island dragoness as he smiles. "It isn't a problem when I'm on land, but I see your point. You were running circles around me back before we got serious. I will be in your care then for getting all this rust off of me." He says as he looks out towards the grand mountains and vast forests of Mondron.

For a moment he was stunned by the naturally beauty of it all as felt a sense of pride welling up inside of him. This place felt more familiar than the sandy shores he just left behind. Seeing all of the Dragon's below felt familiar too, almost nostalgic for an odd reason before he looks back to Fulzcatra "How far until we get back to Gramps place?"

Fulzcatra chuckled, nodding as she flew along, "Good! I'll take good care of ya until I got you fixed up right and propa! Anyways, Grumpy's cave should be near the Malszli Mountain Range, which is a bit to the north. Right this way!" With that she oriented herself northwards a bit and accelerated, expecting Zether to try and keep up. She was aiming towards a set of mountains that were somewhat shorter than the others in the area, with notably more forest. They would have to pass by a few more Dragon settlements too, giving Zether a chance to view how Dragons lived on this continent where tourists weren't allowed. Within the valleys in-between the mountains were large Dragonic villages, which resembled suburbs in a way, alongside large livestock farms where Dragons grew their meaty meals. Built into the mountains were structures also, but they were different from the villages below. Instead they were mighty mountain fortresses and complexes, masterful pieces of draconic architecture weaving powerful fortifications into the sides or interiors of the mountains. Their destination however was neither of these forms of lodging. Instead, their destination was more in the style of cave dragons. Instead of the mighty mountain forts which were built high up on mountains, the caves were dug at their base, going underground. This cave was rather large too, in a forest clearing a good distance away from the nearest village.

Dilberta wrote:

Markway's Quarters

"It said lots of colorful things..nothing useful, though. It was some racist stuff about how they're going to kill us all and torture the last living being in the universe..From my experience with Queen Xedia, they're nothing like that. Either this one is a rogue, or Xedia's is just a more peaceful colony in a massive supercolony...ah..sorry about the stench, my stomach doesn't like the food here. I've tried all I can to mask it, but it sticks."

Apparently, the food they offered to Markway gave him gas, which was the origin of the scent. Pushing that aside, Markway motions for more questions, he wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, so that he could clean up and go to sleep.

Orbit of Ien

"Inhabitants, eh? the recording we got did catch some of the people mentioning screaming, very well possible. But just in case, we'll call him. His astrosuit will have some antennae we can use to call him..well..if it isn't broken, that is."

After a brief cut out period, a low beeping noise can be heard from the ship, it seems that they were trying to contact Markway, this would go on for about an hour before finally stopping, unexpectedly, a voice would answer through the call.

"What the- How'd yo-"

The captain, not wanting the traduitarians to listen in on the call, responds to Markway in Dilbertuese.

" S̷͓̠̩̀̚͜͝â̷͔̜̣͎͘̕v̷̧̮̹͋́a̶̟̯͕̓̾́d̷͚̣͒͜o̵̱͗ ̴̢̹̭̲̽͛ê̶̲̍l̴̥̓̆̈ ̴̮̘͕̦̓̊͂k̸̡̺̯͂̍̾ė̵̛̻̇s̶̻͘,̴͙͎̭̎̆̉ ̷̧̥͙̫̂͐̂͠M̸͈͉͖̾a̵̬͖͒̄̒̚ͅŕ̷̦̱̭̐̾k̶̩̝͝w̸̛͈̱̜̅a̵̧͗y̷̧̲̔̉,̸̥̟̌ ̵̢̯͈̅͆͒l̷͕̹̒̚e̵̫͓̳͗̋ ̸̟̃͗v̴̮̼͖͔͑͆i̵̼̒͐͂̊v̷̺̖̣̍e̵̻͇̝͎̊̃̔n̶̲͜͝ ̶̧͓͙̈́̿͗o̸̼̓̍̑̈́ ̸̭̳͕̗͂̏t̵̼̮͐͑͠u̷̪͙̘͈͋.̵̹̰͕̈̃̓̅͜ "

"P̸̗̆ȍ̶͕̯̝r̵͇̠͊̏̌ͅk̸̠̫̇ḛ̴̘͊̆́͂?̷̺̺͒̈́ ̶̬̇͆f̷̥̞̰͌i̸̲̻̊̾̐͝n̷̺͖͈̜̐a̷̘̦̔l̴͔̩̳̪͋͘ê̶̹̖̓̒̉!̴̛̮͊̿̕ ̶̘̍͌Y̷̩̼̙̮͑̈̂ỏ̴̦̰̺̥̍̽̐ ̵̠̂͌̇̾p̸̟̀̓o̵͔̰̰̱͗̈ ̸̲̘̰̂͗̂ë̸̩̲͙͍́x̵̮̤͐͝i̵̧̥̾͑͝͝l̵̥͎͋̔́͗͜p̸̛̮̦̥̯̀̐͠!̵̾͂̎͘ͅ "

The captain of the ship reacts with a laugh, atleast he would get someone out of there. Responding happily, he asks the location of Markway.

"e̷̘̫͕͑̾̌l̸̝̱̚ ̷̗̪̙̙̔͒v̸̝͊i̸̢̟͌v̷̢̹͗̃̋e̸͉̹͓̘̓͗̎͝n̸̟̔̒ͅ ̵̛̟̃ö̴̧̭́́͗n̵̬̖̈́ ̴̧̬͇̳̉l̸̗̭̈͊͝ě̸̝̘ ̸̡͚̫͍̌͂o̷̰͛̀r̵̀̏͋̀ͅb̴̻̰̄i̶͓͖͐͝t̴̗̙͓̀͑̋̊o̶̪͌?̵̙̀͗"

"Oh! N̶o̴ ̵v̵i̷v̸e̵n̶ ̵l̸e̶ ̸o̵r̸b̷i̴t̵o̸,̴ ̴y̴o̶ ̴s̴h̵e̶t̵l̴e̵ ̸l̷e̵ ̵c̵a̵v̵e̷r̵n̸.̵ ̷m̷e̶t̴ ̸u̸n̶ ̶p̸e̶y̵o̴ ̴i̶n̸s̵e̷c̵t̶o̷ ̷r̵o̶y̸a̵l̶e̶e̶,̴ ̵l̵a̵ ̴"̷T̸r̷a̶d̵u̶i̴t̴r̸i̷a̴n̸s̸"̶ ̷l̴i̵f̴t̵o̴ ̸y̷o̴.̸ ̸N̶o̶ ̴e̷n̶t̴e̴n̵d̶a̸ ̵m̴i̴ ̷l̷o̴c̷a̵t̵o̶n̵a̵.̶ ̵ ̴"

"Ǹ̴̫ō̸̲͕͝s̸̝̺͌ ̸̟͎́̔p̶͈̙̍͒e̸̺̮̽ŕ̵̹̩m̸̼̝̾ȋ̴̛͉̺s̸͍̀ ̶̬͊d̷͓̓̾e̶̤̎̅ḿ̸͎͇̀ ̵̥͈̐ÿ̸̢̛ ̶̘͓͛g̸̮̈́i̷̩͘f̷̝̈ ̴̳̣͑t̷̻́̔u̵̡̦̽ ̵̝͑y̷̲̟̿͝ ̵̧̍͜n̵̯͇̈́̈ò̴͈̚s̸̪̜̏͐.̴̺̝̂̒"

"G̶̭̖͝r̵͕̻̐â̸͖͓c̸̱̈́̄ͅị̸̀u̴̞̤͂̚,̵̘̿̓ ̵̼̏́h̶̪͈̚ä̷̻͜s̷̡̚t̵̞͂̓a̶̒ͅ ̸͚͌m̷͔̹̄̋ȧ̴̻̘n̴̮̙̈"

"Ḧ̵̞̤́͝a̷̢͎͘ș̴̇ṱ̴͈̀̾ā̴̮̳ ̸̙̩̔͂M̵̪̭͋̀a̶͉̾͜n̷͕͕͆"

Disconnecting with Markway, the captain begins to speak in basic to the traduitarian ship.

"Any chance you could bring Markway to us? We don't know his location, and we'd like to hurry this up so we can get out of here?"

Markway

Before the man could continue with the interview, Markway's astrosuit begins to beep violently. Markway's eyes go wide, before he sprints to it, pressing a button on the wrist, he begins speaking to an unknown entity in a language that could only be descries at "ear wrenching". After a few seconds of talking, Markway disconnects by pressing another wrist mounted button, before telling the interviewer the good news.

"Well would you look at that! The guys actually found me!"

Station-023 | Personal Quarters
Almost Immediately the Female's face would turn from Hidden Disgust to out right Repulsiveness, still trying her best to keep her Composure she would begin to push the Cart of food away from him, upon now noticing what that smell was, and what had caused, however as she would begin to do so something could catch her attention the Mention of another Queen, from what she knew their was only "One" all this time they had Believed that the one they had captured was that Queen, turns out they were mistaken Immediately afterwards she would turn towards him, her face in curiosity and acceptance with the smell no longer bothering her, or visibly bothering her as the Room's Ventilation would start up, sucking out the unfavorable smelling air and replacing it with new clean and fresh air, and she would speak towards Markway;

"A Second Queen? Guess you are a More Valuable Asset than I first thought... I was going to ask you about well.. this" she removed her hands from her back, revealing an Alien Object made out of a Black metal smelling like death as she held it out, with runic engravements upon them glowing brightly in a Dimly colored green only to get brighter once she held it out towards Markway, once more sparking her curiosity as she would comment on it; "How odd... I Think we may have a lot more questions to go over soon enough".

She would say this all the while beginning to walk around his quarters as if it was her own, the distinctive White coloration to her hair seemed to shine within the darkness, seeming to be Natural all throughout the many strands of her hair, unaware that there were others looking for him, that was before he would rush again towards his suit, Sparking the Interest of the female before him which seemed to be Paying attention, and eventually speaking towards him, now with both of her hands behind her back once more.

Unaware to him his actions would Prompt for there to be a Silent Alarm to be sent throughout the station, and for Addtional Backup to be called to his quarters as a responce, now the entire station was on high alert yet even while this was going on she would remain calm, and would speak; "May I ask who you had Just contacted? who are "These Guys" you so Highly speak of?"

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Quarantined world | Ienian Orbit

Once more the Rear Admiral would responce, his voice now becoming annoyed at their presence and persistence of asking for the Whereabouts of a Dead man and once more he would respond Growing to become more vocally annoyed and Aggravated at their Questioning, how much he had hoped for the Hive on Ien to actually make a move and disrupt the peace but he would have to respond to the Alien's questions at hand, even if he did not know the answer;

"Listen, How many times do I have to say It, there is NO Survivors, and if their were how would I know where they are, it is not my Responsibility to find one of your "Dead Men" and if you dare Move from that spot you will be Fired upon, you've got what you needed now, Leave My Patience is growing thin, and I have larger issues at hand, such as writing the Plans for a New Invasion of that Moon your Still hovering over, now if you'll Excuse me there is work to be done, the Twenty Sixth will Escort you on the way out of this system, Understood?"

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