A whole new view....

[Iron Giant]

Silver Sentinel. The Kingly Veteran of the Imperial Confederacy of Resu, husband to his Empress. For 21 years Sentinel had always been the alpha, the biggest of his kin, the bane of his enemies, and legendary hero of his family. All that had passed five years ago, an end to the terror that was every Resu child's life, and he began on a new path, the path of a Veteran. But he was the exception to the rule when went by the easy transition between awesome warrior general, to a meager scientist; he was Nostalgic. For five years he shunned the science's that had saved countless Resu in their endless wars. Though their medicinal knowledge was grand, it still seemed that no Resu was yet capable of breaking the death cap of 40 years, even the exceptionaly well lived, do not go beyond even 41. It was a conundrum, of which sentinel was very aware, knowing he had only but 14 years left in his life to explore as much of known universe as possible. This is why he left his wife to rule, so that he could swim in exotically foriegn oceans, and gaze at alien stars, on planets unlike any Resu has ever seen before. Sentinel was an explorer, a diplomat, an ambassador with ambition.

The massive naked beast he was floated with comfort in the waters that filled his Ambassador ship, gazing at the cold of space he could only just barely make out. Sentinel envied the humans for their acute eyes, saying their eyes see stars as nothing more than billions of brilliant pin points of light, and that hyperspace was nothing like anything you would have ever seen. Sentinel had no such benefit, all he saw in hyperspace was a very cold blue; essentially black. In frustration, Sentinel shook his head in what might be observed as a 'sneeze', and then swam over to one of the pilots.

<<How much longer until we reach Corellia?>>

<<We will not be arriving for very much longer, my Emperor.>> The pilot sparked back. Not once did he take his 'eyes' off the Thermal screen that displayed the ship functionality through a binary system of Thermal flashes, as his fins were preoccupied in ordering the ship with his electrical speech. In fact the pilots reply did not come directly from him, he told the ship what to say, and the collar around Sentinel marked him with his identity, so the electrical shock could be administrated to the appropriate recipiant.

<<I grow weary on this ship. Is there not entertainment here?>> The pilot 'sneezed'.

<<No my Emperor, humans look poorly upon brawls. The aliens are so...>>

<<Keep your fins Pilot, I am a diplomat after all. I unfortunately must heed to their culture, no matter how mundane and utterly barbaric it may be.>>

<<Of course Emperor. If you wish however, perhaps you can find some enjoyment out of the delicacy's we have brought aboard, I hear some of them are quite ferocious?>> Sentinel fluttered his fins in place, contemplating.

<<Perhaps, I shall see to it then. Swim swiftly.>>

<<Swim swiftly, my Emperor.>> Sentinel steered around towards the dinning hall, and ordered for an adult Lesser Eel Dragon. The hunt was quite entertaining, he might of noted, while he waited for his ship to arrive on Corellia.

 

[Tefka]

Teferi Efreet stood on the load dock of Corellia, tapping his walking stick on the ground, his robes gently flowing in the light breeze.

He turned to his side, speaking over his shoulder to his armed escort.

"Patience, we must be. Yes, hm hm."

Teferi chuckled, staring off into the horizon.

"Follow their own schedules, Emperors do. Hm. Patience, we must provide, yes."

 

[Iron Giant]

The alien shuttle that Sentinel was traveling on was quite the experience. He felt it rotate and spin, vibrating his suit and body from its powerful engines. Soon though it came to a halt. Electrical signals lit up his fins as his suit translated the meaning of his human companions "words". It was time to get off. He commanded his new legs:

Active Position, Right, Left, Rotate Right, Forward....

Soon he "saw" the shuttle door open. He stepped out and surveyed the area. It was very hot here, not a sight of blue anywhere. He was going to like this place quite well. Before him there appeared a very small being. He leaned the head compartment down to see him. His fins electrified the water within his suit spectacularly, as he spoke with as much cognitive detail as he could provide the alien.

"Greetings. Colloquialism Silver Sentinel, hails from Imperial Confederacy of Resu, to represent. Foreigner designation? Life-suit reiterates designation." He waited until the alien spoke its foreign name. He though (for identity translation purposes) named him anyway in his own language, in accordance to what the Resu could describe him as to the best of his ability. When the designation was made clear, he began to perform his purpose.

"Resu race new addition to sky. Negotiations necessary. Resu spacefaring, require ships, expansion, exploration, information. Designated government provides, Truth, Lie?" He asked to the best of his ability to ask what the Republic had to offer his civilization.

 

[Tefka]

"Many welcomes, Emperor Sentinel, humbled I am to be in your presence."

Teferi offered a rigid bow.

"Come before you as a representative of the Republic, I do not." He tapped his walking stick on the ground, turning to head from the space port towards the market district.

"A friend today, am I. Enjoy, we will, Corellia's finest."

A slight limp was noticeable in his left leg as the green monk trotted off in a northbound direction.

 

[Iron Giant]

The colossal suit clanked its way behind the small alien. He noted the formality the foreigner exhibited in his speech. He followed him to where ever it was he took him, anticipating quite the experience. Although his question was not immediately answered, he figured it was one of the galaxy's "unsaid remarks". He simply had to assume the "Republic" had much to offer. He also noted however that he seemed injured.

"Republic delegate appears injured. Require assistance?" He asked. What a good impression it would make to the Republic if he assisted the Fin-injured delegate. Surely in this culture picking him up would not be frowned upon, but he refrained. After all, his vocabulary was not complex enough and the A.I. development programs were not sophisticated enough to ask for directions.

 

[Tefka]

Teferi chuckled at the Emperor's quirky mannerisms, continuing to limp near a diner. "Two please," he muttered to the hostess, a beautiful Twi'lek girl. The monk turned back to the Emperor. "No, no, your highness. War wound, it is. From the dark years." He was, of course, referring to the Four Hundred Year Darkness - an era he had lived mostly through.

He noticed a gnarly looking brute from across the bar, staring at the Emperor and clutching something under his cloak as the two were seated in the back of the restaurant. Teferi looked down at his menu, back to the Emperor, and then back at the man. The brute was headed over, clutching something in the digits of his right hand. Teferi seemingly winked at the man.

Dropping the hard, disgruntled look on his face, the man looked serene and turned around to head back to his seat. After that, the brutish looking fellow never said a word.

Teferi leaned forward.

"Explore, your people wish to. Aid in this they would require, yes? Speak, we can, of business." It obviously wasn't safe to do so at the docks.

 

[Iron Giant]

"Resu inquisitive, assistance gladdens Silver Sentinel." He bowed his head slightly. "Business discussion, Truth. Apologizes, communication limited. Silver Sentinel takes initiative of effort, with luck Delegate comprehends with excellence." While he spoke, he was slightly distracted, seeing many, many other beings. None of them were at all Resu-like. Each one swam through their strange thin waters up right, their only differences were things that were difficult for a Resu to distinguish. Size, however, was the easiest to make out. The other being before him who was passing out something to the person in which he was conversing with, and another apparantly to him. He could dimly notice that perhaps that this was not entirely a hesitant act. This gladdened him, seeming as it seem that in a -social gathering he decided- one must be accustomed to the people who might walk through. If a two meter tall Iron fish walked through the door and asked for a snack and was still served, than perhaps there were other races innumerable. He pointed a fin to the servant.

"Delegate Alien, Truth? Size differential." He 'sneezed' knowing he went off track. "Apologizes. Business speak. Truth, assistance in exploration required. New vessel designs fit Resu, request more. Request larger." He hoped it was not too bold, he was told from other scouts that a conflict seemed to loom, with massive seeming vessels floating through space, and then some of them flashing in heat and dissipating into darkness. "Threats relevant? Danger to mission?" There many questions that would need to be asked, this was after all the first time a Resu had openly declared a talk to be held with a foreign government of any alien species. Silver Sentinel was making history.

 

[Tefka]

"Dangerous times, these are."

Teferi sipped from his drink the waitress had brought. It was a nasty orange goo.

"Help you the Republic will, if loyalty the people of Resu declare. Mighty ships, they have. Aid, they will grant."

 

[Iron Giant]

"Agreement probability high. Resu possess raw material, Resu possess knowledge of storage, mining, aquiration of Gas-metal hydrogen. Corellia investors claim major break through with mining technique research. Substantial payment?" He was eager now, so easily it was done to settle things with the mighty Republic. It was a very small price to pay for ships more suited to his kind. The pressurized liquid metallic hydrogen had served the Resu well in their advance. At first the Resu had thought that to be accepted grave sacrifices would need be made. But it was by sheer luck and chance an alien saw their powerful and fast technology. It was stated no other power in the galaxy had learned of the Resu's incredibly efficient 'mining' techniques. "Silver Sentinel possess ability to assist. Eager to lend research possibilities. Personal assistance possible through Silver Sentinel."

 

[Tefka]

"Much more to say, we have. Speak for the General, I cannot." Teferi slid some credits on the table, paying the bill. He hopped down out of the booth and began heading towards the exit of the restaurant and back towards the dock.

"Meet with him tomorrow, I will. Finalize decisions about the genesis of the Republic, yes. Great friendship, and loyalty, you will get."

 

[Iron Giant]

Silver Sentinel nods his head. "Truth." He had so much more to say, but for the sake of time he decided that there was no more he could do with this stout alien. He had made it clear that, he was not currently in a position of Power. The General he said would grant him "friendship" and loyalty. The Metal fish lacked to see the benefit of having only the leader of a nation in close acquaintance. Regardless, he discerned that it would be rude to simply leave as if all was resolved, and thus he concluded a farewell was in order.

"Farewell. Business finalized soon. Exploration non unique dilemma, transition difficulty's present in exoplanetary colonization. Repeating gesture, farewell." With that he decided his talk with the non-representative was concluded. He had mentioned that the republic was undergoing a Genesis. How odd, does this mean that the Resu are older than the aliens? How perplexing a notion it would be, if it were true. Perhaps then the Empire would be of more use, seeming as they appeared to be formulated, when compared to the current Republic. He would have to visit Dromund Kaas as soon as possible then. Being though, as the Empire and Republic were sworn enemies, he hoped that swimming between them was not frowned upon. Sentinel however, was an intelligent Fish though, and he believed fully that until the situation of Resu was settled, he could see what everyone had to offer, and then take the best bite. He did keep in mind despite his need for possibilities, that even outside the ocean, to survive, a meal was often decided by eating in the spur of a moment, rather in deciding what to eat, until that moment has passed.

"Last notation, Silver Sentinel concludes belief, Republic-Resu alliance live long. Hopefulness in greeting Delegate again." With that he began to go on off with his thoughts, deciding his next move.

 

[Tefka]

Staring off at the Emperor, Teferi stood up from the table and nodded.

They would be seeing him again, soon, he thought.