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Faction Introducing the Meuans

Diarch Rellik Diarch Rellik Laphisto Laphisto Zinayn Zinayn

The man's expression shifted towards irritation as Diarch Rellik Diarch Rellik and his metal creature entered the room. His gaze shifted between the now 9 foreigners standing in his bridge.

He broke.

"Hwā þæt helle eart þā?" He started a fit of short, stuttered questions. "Hwæt dydst þu on minum scip?". His hands and arms began to aid in representing his frustration.

"Eow eallum ne sculon beon her!"

As he exclaimed a bit more, one of the crew towards the front of the bridge that was standing behind him spoke up.

"Cēapene, Dryhten. Ic þince þæt ic gefræge ūre mægenþrēat, wilt þū þæt ic hēaldan?"

This caused the man to cool off a moment to begin speaking, before ramping as the second syllable left his mouth.
"Gea, DO HIT! AND ÆFTER ÞÆT ÞU EALLUM GEDON HÆFST, GET ÞONE PROVOST AND HIS MENN HIDER TO ARÆSTAN ÞAS INWEARDAS!"

A moment later the lights would begin to flicker back on, the few screens around them in the room flashing red with only a fraction of them returning to show normal displays.
 
Cora chuckled as Tarain called Jaerin a "Forcie". She would never let herself be called that under any circumstance, but something about her commander calling someone else such a thing amused her. It helped her relax her posture. Still alert, and ready to fire if needed, but her rifle lowered slightly and her shoulders sat back.

Something in the Force felt calmer, like the beings surrounding them had left their aggression behind. Tarain couldn't feel it, of course, and she still sensed the tension within him. Without drawing attention to herself, she tried to signal to him that things were settling down. A form of communication they had developed over the years given her attunement to the Force where he had none, he relied on her to notice things he simply couldn't.

She watched intently as the Meuans exchanged words with Jaerin. Even without understanding the words being spoken, she could tell his were clunky. Then the Meuan leader laughed and they put away their weapons. The Force wasn't needed to understand that message. Holstering her rifle, she awaited Tarains order to step in line and follow. But just because her weapon was no longer drawn, didn't mean she wouldn't be ready for combat at the slightest hint of trouble. Her saber was always within quick reach.

Laphisto Laphisto 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall
 
The Angels of Meu
Manpower - 20
Equipment -Basic kinetic weaponry (primitive semi-automatic rifles), Exo-suits, under clothing.
Ammunition - Basic kinetic ammunition
Current Element Status - 15 on mission, 5 returning.




Sandalphon put more pressure on the gun and the pilots head. He demanded again:

"Surdusne es? Audi me, demens!"

On the outside of the ship, Ramiel lowered her weapon and began to walk to the ship without a worry. Norbert and another angel snuck up to Sariel. Norbert asked Sariel where Sandalphon had gone, before notifying him that the Creed had contacted them saying that the Order's men were friendly.

The Angels could be detected through the force. Two of them were in an open field advancing and two more where in a ditch next to the ship. One of the men could be detected as in the ship.

Laphisto Laphisto 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall Aknoby Aknoby
 

Laphisto

High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Edwards Edwards Zinayn Zinayn Diarch Rellik Diarch Rellik
Laphisto studied the man for several long moments, his expression measured and controlled. As the ship's systems flickered back online and the overhead lights steadied into a harsh artificial glow, his lone ear twitched at the returning hum of power conduits stabilizing beneath the deck. His gaze drifted briefly upward, tracking the restoration of the bridge displays, before returning to the commander with quiet focus.

"The fact that we are standing here at all, Commander, is a blessing. We could have stormed this bridge with overwhelming force. We could have vented this deck into vacuum before your crew understood what was happening. Your engines could have been reduced to slag. Your weapons fused. Your life support extinguished. Instead, we disarmed your vessel with precision. Your systems were suppressed, not destroyed. Your people remain alive. Your ship remains intact.We came here to speak. Commander to commander. If our intent had been conquest, you would not be standing there issuing orders."

A brief pause settled between them, heavy but not chaotic. Around him, the Lilaste soldiers remained unmoving. No weapons were raised. No aggressive posture was taken.

"Now we can have that conversation, Or we can depart. And if we depart under these conditions, you will be detained under Diarchal law for hostile conduct within secured space. What is your choice, Commander?"

Cora Cora 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall

Laughter rippled through the gathered men, tension breaking just enough to soften the air. The sharp edge of uncertainty dulled into something more human. as the men before them laughed at Jaerin. Tarian allowed himself a small chuckle, stepping forward and placing a firm, reassuring hand on the young man's shoulder. The gesture was steady, almost paternal.

"Alright, kid,Looks like you did something right. You're coming with me. We'll head deeper into the city and have some proper diplomatic talks." His tone shifted subtly at the word proper, the soldier giving way to the officer. This was no longer just an encounter. It was an opening. Tarian turned his head toward Cora, catching her eye. He gave her a small, knowing nod.

"Make sure the boys keep in line, And don't let Keldo and Vehran wander off again." The last part carried the faintest trace of dry humor, though the instruction itself was genuine. Discipline mattered. Especially in unfamiliar streets. He removed his hand from the young man's shoulder and adjusted the strap of his rifle, posture straightening as he prepared to move. The laughter faded behind him, replaced with the quiet readiness of trained soldiers awaiting direction.

Norbert Oro Norbert Oro

The pilot gave a small grunt, followed by an audible sigh as he kept one hand raised slightly away from the controls. His eyes flicked toward the comm panel while the open frequency continued to transmit.

"Oh, for the love of" he muttered, frustration bleeding into his tone. "Do you hear the words coming out of my mouth? I can't understand you. an dyou cant understand me."

He shifted slightly in his seat, careful not to make any sudden movements with the weapon still near his head. His jaw tightened."Someone get over here and help me deal with this primitive," he called out across the open channel, clearly expecting backup to translate or intervene.

Despite the irritation in his voice, there was an undercurrent of calculation. His hands remained visible. His posture compliant. He was stalling, buying time, hoping whoever was listening would understand the situation from tone alone if not from language. The hum of the gunship's systems filled the silence between exchanges, engines idling steadily as tension coiled tighter inside the cockpit.
 


Aknoby took a deep breath and slowly entered the ship, tired of the linguistic confusion.

He walked slowly, using the Force to be understood and to understand.

'
Okay, I can help with the translation.'

Hands raised in a sign of peace.

Laphisto Laphisto


 

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