~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

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Because of Her Mixed Biology, she without even thinking ran north, then she ran east down several corridors coming to a lift, "I'm sure it will be difficult." she muttered.
 
Kasha followed, then they came up to an Izouix forcefield. "Need to find another way." Kasha whispered.
 
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Vellora laughed. "Buckle up? Terellians don't throw that easy." She held out her hand and the Centaurian Guard threw her in his back and handed her a weapon. "Stay ready just in case they show up on board. Callabine!" Vellora being a Terrellian could hear as well as the Centaurian can see. "Move your divider, if they board you need to worry about flying and not a pistol at your head, we'll keep them off. If they get you... we all die."

"Ambassador, sit DOWN. I am not going to be held responsible if you die from a broken neck." Callabine said tersely. She pressed a button and tracking missiles shot out from the belly of her ship and flew at the Drex ships. Callabine grinned fiercely as the remaining ships turned into massive fireballs.
 
"Ambassador, sit DOWN. I am not going to be held responsible if you die from a broken neck." Callabine said tersely. She pressed a button and tracking missiles shot out from the belly of her ship and flew at the Drex ships. Callabine grinned fiercely as the remaining ships turned into massive fireballs.
"I am sitting, thank you." She made no mention about a broken neck; Callabine's attack was a greater threat of causing that than some thrashing. She sat sturdily on he guards back. The other Terrellian was sitting in the chair listening and waiting in case something managed aboard.

"My Lady," the Centaurian guard spoke softly. "It won't be like last time."

"I'll feel better when we get there." Her eyes were beautiful as they calmed down.
 
Shandrak made it to the other side, almost to where she could access the small realm. Then there he was standing right infront of her, silent... staring....
 
Is everybody gone getting ready for the holiday? :) I just made a pumpkin pie... thats it so far.
 
Nostros came back to Ambassador Luna. "Just so you know, the information is for your people either way." He handed her some more refreshments, then sat down and enjoyed some for himself. He looked worn and ragged, even though he was cleaned up and freshly dressed. "The most important thing is maintaining a presence here at Manex's trap. It is closest to your borders than any others. We maintain interest as long as our people are trapped there, and if your government requests that we stay if we ever get them back." Nostros sipped his nectar as if it went down like a rock. "I need to return to my people now." He sat it down. "I will ensure that you make it safely back, and request to petition border permits. This way we can just knock instead of having to go through extended border protocols, especially if we will be going back and forth to the lair portal. Your borders are safer than the neutral zone." He leaned back his head. "As for the other thing that we talked about? You may give them the presentation for me when you are ready, I will leave a contact behind named Morsta, if you have any further inquiries about it she can help you. That stage is far enough away... not many of our diplomats have been surviving the campaign so far. We can Tell that the Drex are out to stop unity." He stood up end extended his hand. "I am sorry but there is no more time, you need to petition the border protocols so that we can take you home. You know a Terrellian are always people of their word, and who word means more than that of the High King?" He smiled gracefully at her. His handsome stature stretched out proud, despite his obvious look of weariness that he'd been carrying since they'd met.
 
Shandrak made it to the other side, almost to where she could access the small realm. Then there he was standing right infront of her, silent... staring....

"Don't think I can't see you." Manex hissed.
 
Nostros came back to Ambassador Luna. "Just so you know, the information is for your people either way." He handed her some more refreshments, then sat down and enjoyed some for himself. He looked worn and ragged, even though he was cleaned up and freshly dressed. "The most important thing is maintaining a presence here at Manex's trap. It is closest to your borders than any others. We maintain interest as long as our people are trapped there, and if your government requests that we stay if we ever get them back." Nostros sipped his nectar as if it went down like a rock. "I need to return to my people now." He sat it down. "I will ensure that you make it safely back, and request to petition border permits. This way we can just knock instead of having to go through extended border protocols, especially if we will be going back and forth to the lair portal. Your borders are safer than the neutral zone." He leaned back his head. "As for the other thing that we talked about? You may give them the presentation for me when you are ready, I will leave a contact behind named Morsta, if you have any further inquiries about it she can help you. That stage is far enough away... not many of our diplomats have been surviving the campaign so far. We can Tell that the Drex are out to stop unity." He stood up end extended his hand. "I am sorry but there is no more time, you need to petition the border protocols so that we can take you home. You know a Terrellian are always people of their word, and who word means more than that of the High King?" He smiled gracefully at her. His handsome stature stretched out proud, despite his obvious look of weariness that he'd been carrying since they'd met.

Luna cracked a small smirk, shaking his hand.
 
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"Don't think I can't see you." Manex hissed.
"I know I can't hide from you." She was stronger than she had been the last time they'd seen eachother, rested, and more peaceful looking. Then she gave him a small bow.
 
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