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Herveng wrote:

Two Shadahagra Class warships, retrofitted to carry more cargo than weapons, glided into the system. A mobile advertisement. The adviser, sent by Herveng Inspirations to assist the Aurelians in their use of the weapons, Dr. Ilyich K.R.I stood on the lead ship's bridge.

"Seen anything like this, Doctor?" the captain, standing next to him, asked.

Dr. Ilyich didn't answer, his eyes were affixed upon a screen displaying the outside of the vessel; the bronze spires they were approaching.

"Doctor," repeated the captain.

"Hm? what?"

"I said, have you seen anything like this?"

"Oh, no I haven't. Just look at it! It has no reason to exist. I feel like we're walking into a graveyard made of gilded metal; like some gate to old heaven that's not quite right."

The captain chuckled, "scientists."

Just then, the Aurelian welcome message played over the bridge's speakers. Strangely enough, and thanks to Aurelian translation tech, everyone inside understood what was said.

"Where's that coming from?" said the captain.

"Exactly," replied Dr. Ilyich. "There's more to these Aurelians than we've come to expect. We knew they'd be aliens but I, at least, expected to understand their basic nature. But this, this is something else."

"Look there." The captain pointed at the display screen, "the docking bay. Wanna say something before we get there? Perhaps a friendly hello, a 'we come in peace?'"

The doctor moved towards the control panel. He gingerly adjusted the microphone and began to speak into it. His voice came through the short range transmitters on the outside of the Shadahagra. "Aurelian officials, your welcome message is happily received. I am Dr. Nikandr Ilyich, your intended adviser. I come with the wares you purchased from the Herveng company. I come with knowledge of how to use them and, with your permission, we'll begin to dock and
unload our stock with the experts you so requested to guide you."

0.23 REDUNDANCY

And what would ya know? There was diplomat Korshal of the Aurelian Empire, ready to accept them.

"Your request is received and approved," he spoke in a soothing voice.

Once they were ready, their warships would be allowed to dock at the station - living metal and Imperial Bronze morphing, twisting and moving to form airlocks that fit perfectly. Another strangely magical oddity, to be expected at this point. Everything about the Aurelian Empire screamed that they were alien, over and over again... but when the doors finally went down, a human was on the other side.

"Welcome, Dr. Ilych. Welcome, friends from Herverng."

A well-mannered fellow was on the other side, flanked by a retinue of bronze-clad guards, all of them holding what appeared to be a crossbow combined with a gun. Strange blue outlines ran down their middles; perhaps some sort of power conduit? But more importantly, they looked old-fashioned. Armour out of vogue. However, if one looked closely, a shimmering blue field indicated some form of personal shield generator.

The interior of the station was much the same as the outside; all gilded bronze tones. A hive of activity, the sound of boots on metal resounded through the structure.

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Region: The Galactics Union