We really need to iron out the first official meeting between the heads of Galactic Council and the Terran Alliance, and the Consortium's delegation (which in this case will contain the Queen Mother herself).
A moment later, the Consortium starfleet emerges from otherspace, and the Council Defense Fleet's crews and officers get their first look at Aetanii vessels. All are slender and sleek compared to most ships they know, with smooth hulls and seemingly no trace of weapons on the majority, and have the same chrome-and-silver coloring, though many also have gold elements.
While the majority of the starships in the Consortium entourage are of the now-known Shinsei-class battlecruiser class, several slender arrowhead-shaped starships are present, as well as a few far larger vessels. The centerpiece of the fleet, however, is a massive nineteen-kilometer-long starcruiser. Communication frequencies open.
'Greetings to you, representatives of the Milky Way. Stand by for docking procedures for your shuttle onboard the Setsura. Our representative- our Queen -politely refuses to divest herself of her personal defense. However, all others have agreed to your request.'
The shuttle is fairly large, and certainly comfortable, though it does have a very stark white, even sterile appearance, both inside and out. There are no guards, in fact, the shuttle seems to be automated.
The shuttle launches once everyone is settled, and the journey takes but a moment or two. Upon arrival at the station, the way opens through an airlock, and there is a security station with several well armed and armoured guards. Several warning lights flash when the Queen passes through due to her still having weapons, but they are quickly deactivated. "All clear. You may enter. There are many waiting to meet you."
There is a truly large array of different species in the vestibule, easily more species than the representatives had ever seen in one room (maybe just flat out more than they'd ever seen). Terrans, Razorbirds, Murrcioun, Naalu, some androids, strange plant beings, glowing red mostly featureless humanoids, some very large and strange looking heads in hovering jars, and many species besides.
The chamber is very large. There is some sort of hovering elevated platform in the middle, with hovering steps leading up to it. All around the sloped walls are other platforms, each of them containing a delegation from a different faction. There is a Terran up on the central platform.
"Ah, welcome, Aetanii delegation!" She says. "There is a lift just to your right, it will take you to the guest torlis."
Four of the five Aetanii nod their understanding, but the central one, the Queen, did not appear to even acknowledge she had spoken at all. Neither can the Terran make out the Queen: she is dressed in a heavy dark cloak that obscures her features and face, though the height of the cloak suggests she is at best five feet tall. The Aetanii then make their way to the guest torlis.
(FYI, torlis is a term for the platforms that the delegations sit or stand in.)
After a few more minutes, the Terran on the podium speaks, and her voice is projected into each torlis
"Welcome, all members of the Galactic Council, and those from beyond. Today is a momentous occasion, as we have discovered a friendly face from a galaxy beyond our own. Please join me in welcoming the honourable delegation from the Raion Consortium."
A strange mixture of sounds occurs, from the clapping Terrans to strange screeching noises to sweet aromas released by the Arborec.
Four of the five Aetanii bow, throwing back the hoods of their grey cloaks so that their faces can be properly seen. The Queen, however, divests herself of her black cloak entirely, stepping forward to the edge of the torlis, and the Galactic Council gets their first look at the Kōtaigō of the Consortium.
She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman they have ever laid eyes upon. Hair darker than the void between stars, a gown and shawl the shade of midnight, and her eyes, one blue, one purple, do not serve to detract from her appearance either, enhancing it only further.
'Greetings to you races of the Galactic Council of the Milky Way, and your honorable delegation.' the one on the left says, stepping forward. 'We present ourselves as humble guests and delegates to secure peaceful relations.' He gestures to the group.
'I present our beloved Kōtaigō, Azusa Saromi.' he says, gesturing to the lovely woman in the center.
'Our Sozōkujin, Kurenai Saromi.'
At this, a young woman to the Queen's right nods, her features very similar (save her eyes are green at the moment) yet more tomboyish.
'Emissary Hana Asari.'
At that, the tall Aetanii with salt-and-pepper hair and grey eyes to Azusa's right nods.
'Emissary Kazusa Minamiya.'
The short Aetanii to the Queen's left inclines her head in acknowledgement, dark hair framing her face and the famous brilliant blue-violet eyes found only in her clan.
'And myself, Emissary Keizō Asuhara.' they finish, themselves an Aetanii of middling height, with white hair and colorless eyes. They smile slightly. 'And because we have made contact with many other races before, and all have had the same troubles, I shall say that I am the only male among the party.'
The Queen opens her mouth, and a quite beautiful and soothing voice issues forth.
'I am pleased to meet each and every one of you.' she says warmly, looking at each torlis in turn before clapping her hands twice. 'Now let us begin.'
There's a minor stirring in the crowd when the Aetanii are unveiled, mostly from the Terrans, Murrcioun, and Naalu.
"We welcome you to the Milky Way, esteemed guests. You honour us with your presence. Would you prefer to get right to business, or do you have any questions for us? About the Council, our galaxy as a whole, or individual factions or races."
'All terms are long-term to my kind, young Terran.' she answers, smiling. 'I wish to negotiate safe passage for our merchant vessels as well as those of our friends to the Milky Way, and for free trade and mutual tolerance to begin. We shall begin with that.'
'Presently? No. Your galaxy is- and I hope you find this inoffensive -not to our liking when it comes to establishing any permanent footholds. The people here are like enraged brood mothers in war, I hear, and I believe any territory we might take a liking to is already claimed by others.'
"There were reports from both Veydreth and Terran representatives. The Terran representative spoke very highly of you, noting that your technology was as elegant and impressive as your people, that your kind seemed cautious but more than reasonable, and that his discussion with you was enlightening and actually enjoyable. He also mentioned that it was very nice to meet what appeared to be a race of integrity from beyond the Milky Way. The Veydreth delivered an altogether different but no less flattering report. He spoke highly of your kind's skill in battle, and that your weapons were potent and practical. He also said that you seemed to be an honourable people, and a beautiful one by the standards of many Milky Way species."
Azusa laughs, a clear bell-like sound that sets one at ease.
'I must thank the people who wrote these reports, for their kind words!' she says, giggling slightly before recovering. 'My kind are certainly cautious, but we are not so afraid of being taken in that we cannot be taken out. Your Terran Alliance has proven itself a friend to the Consortium; I hope we can reach the same level of trust in just as short a time.'
'We have a foothold in an extragalactic system about halfway between our galaxies; we call it Bál Masqué, but you might know it as something different. From what I understand, Rin pirates- Mercators -patrol space looking for vessels. We can send our military to patrol along the routes between the system.'
Kazusa leans forward, whispering something into Azusa's ear. She sighs slightly.
'With the permission of Civilian Security, of course, who are responsible for holding that system in the first place.'
'They are... to explain it in this language is difficult, but you might say they are Aetanii private security forces, who work across this cluster of galaxies to provide protection and other services to their employers. Their headquarters are in the Ladder of Heaven, on Bál Masqué.'
It's a Rin no doubt, a strange exotic looking one to say the least, they have strange black markings under their eyes and face and very exotic and presumably expensive clothing.
"So what idiot hired you? I would presume anyone would know that attacking the Vaoli family outright is a very poor and disastrous decision. They have private armies beyond count, fleets of slaving rigs, and more money then multiple sectors combined. So what Idgit are you and what Idgit hired you?"
"Yes doing fine now that's because the Vaoli consider you nothing but an annoyance. Once that changes you and your brothers will either be captured, enslaved, or executed in a swift and exceedingly brutal fashion."
"No, because you can't listen or are simply unwilling to, and thus either appear stupid, or actually are. Good money's on the latter. Now, are you here to spew more Rin propaganda bullshit? Or have you come to do something interesting, like threaten or challenge me?"
"I think it's called being a dumbass. No wonder you need my help." He gets up and heads into another room, talking as he walks. "You'll have to give me the details if you want me to even consider this."
"Shocking. I thought you were all of one mind, cogs in a vast and not-so-all-conquering war machine. So, what precisely does this get you? I'm not going to do it if it means you'll be able to hurt even more people."
"Oh no you don't seem to truly understand the Empire. Sure everyone is a cog in a larger gear but not all cogs work together, the Empire is full of people who hate and fight one another. I run a bounty hunting guild and the publicity from taking down these slavers would do miracles."
"No. In a state of anarchy at least people have some degree of freedom. Under the Rin, they are crushed, melded to conform to Rin society until personality and individuality are gone. Soulless machines with the ability to think independently all but removed."
"Which you Rin do anyway. At least under anarchy people have the freedom to think and believe as they please. You would steal away even that. And that's why you've stalled. Because we will not stop fighting you. We will never stop fighting you. And neither will any race with a lick of sense in their heads."
"I don't think the Rin state not condoning rape is a thing worthy of high praise. It is generally accepted that a state should most definitely condemn it. Congratulations, your state has finally caught up to everyone else in this one area."
Claz'zakla adopts the personality of a sports announcer. "Ladies and gentlemen, after thousands of years, the Rin Empire has finally scored a point, setting them up at only 13 points behind the rookie and current fan favourite, the Terran Alliance!"
Long files on three Individuals they being: Castor Vaoli, Luscus Capittori, and Juna Valusia. All are rather vile and rather wealthy slavers/traders known for having a hand in the Milky Way slaving trade and other criminal acts.
"Can do, he should be waiting in the main room." Victor leads you into the Villa, past the gardens, and through a few hall ways, until finally ending up in a large meating room it seems with the man from before sitting at the end of a long table.
"You could have been lying about whom I hit. Maybe I destroyed some of your assets and you lied to me. Maybe you secretly work for the people who you say I hit. Maybe you're looking for an exotic servant for those weird clans of female warriors. Could be any myriad of things."
"Yes and rightfully so. The massive thralls of slaves are all the worst, most despicable, and revolting people this universe knows. Only through slavery and service to the state can they find redemption, as a priest would put it."
He takes his experimental vessel in close, flying dark, and uses magnetic clamps to adhere to the outer hull so that its signature will not be noticed. Then he crawls across the hull toward a docking bay and waits for a ship to enter.
He does not want to be noticed, not even a little.
As the freighter passes underneath, he propels himself down, and grabs onto the hull. When it sets down and people start milling around it, Claz'zakla slides down, deactivates his void shields and throws on a very nondescript hooded brown cloak as he escapes into the ship proper.
Well climbing on a freighter is a way to get noticed, unless he is cloaked.
He is introduced to a real full of vices and what terrans would consider 'sins'. In the halls of this ship are many markets of both goods and sentient chattel, many cultist shrines, and other things like Fiery preachers of the curb and constantly robed individuals trying to shove through the crowds.
He throws off his cloak, unveiling his full, intimidating form. He breathes fire down both directions of the tunnel, more to make them freak out than actually damage them, and then lets loose, as blazing beams of energy fly from his large-barrelled pistols.
It's unlike anywhere else in the ship with many fine statues, gardens, and palaces all stretching high into the sky and covering massive areas of land. Not as many people seem to be running around and those that do seem to be slaves or nobles going shopping.
Okay, for starters, it's really quite presumptuous to assume those cities will still be influential in 500 years. Second of all, you might mean New Tokyo or New Jerusalem. And third of all, no. No aliens.
So? Not everything is a plot point. Your objection is solely because you're bitter that a city you like was blown up from orbit. Well guess what? Lots of cities in Eurasia got blown up from orbit. Get over it.
I finally know what the Snow-Elves will speak. I will have them speaking what's basically Tuvan, but I've screwed with the phonology a bit. The changes are:
1. ʋ is replaced with ɮ.
2. The creaky/low pitch is done away with. If a vowel had it, there are a number of ways the creakiness is substituted.
A. If the vowel is initial or following a voiced stop, it is given an extra-long length (giving the language 3 vowel lengths). This is actually a reference to proto-Turkic.
2. If it follows a semivowel (l, ɾ/r/ɹ), nasal (n, m, ŋ) or fricative (f, s etc), said semivowel, nasal or fricative will be gemminated. This is a reference to the Uralic languages.
3. If it follows a devoiced stop, said stop will be made ejective. This is a reference to several North-American languages.
As for the writing-system, I have decided on something rather like the vertical Mongolian script, but modified to be entirely phonetic, abugidic and to have a consistent graphic correspondence between consonants and their voiced equivalents.
Also, I think what should do with the Elvish languages is just use Tengwar, but use the alphabetic mode, so it's not a total copy of LOTR. Then, for the Dark-Elves, you can just use a different font, like in the picture I'm about to show you on Discord.
One more thing. The phonemes /p/ /t/ and /k/ are in free variation with /b/ /d/ and /g/ respectively, making the distinction between stops free to be aspiration-based or voicing-based depending on the speaker.
The Milky Way has heard of Gretch before but they have never really seen one. They heard of their criminal Empire, but it never reached the Milky Way...
I have no clue when to place this on a time line but at some point the Gretch see the Milky Way as a prime place to expand their criminal empire into. The spear head of this are tons of lower ranking clans seeking to make it big. They would start on the outer rim of the Milky Way and slowly work their way in.
Let's say around 50ish years later is when the Gretch come out in the Open and their presence in the Milky Way is known what would the galactic council do?
Yeah. Because their established legitimacy and the fact that their business is already there, they have more clout and money to throw around and better places to hide.
Of course, they will find that certain things in the Milky Way are easier to do than others. For example, they could probably get in on the drug trade without too much difficulty. Slavery, on the other hand...