[b]Nouvelle[/b]
The Tinkerer stared at the General for a long moment with sightless, black eyes. After the short pause, the Tinkerer spoke, saying, "I am the Tinkerer, my bladed companion is the Hunter, and my other companion is the Engineer. From what I can see, you call each other by labels. For us that is not so; none of us have names that you so carry. If you wish to call me something other than 'The Tinkerer,' then simply do so. For... future reference, only I can speak and interact with you. My companions have not the blessing I carry, and so only I can interpret foreign languages. We, my race, come from a neighboring solar system, with another Solar Star, or Sun. We are of the Valkian nation, and we, me and my two companions, are Valkians. Any more information will be withheld until I can speak to your leaders. And while my race are not a warring race, un-needing of a 'police' force, I can see that you do. For your safety and for others, I would suggest that you let it be known that we see all in the areas around us for some distance. We can see your leader, upon her throne within the palace some distance away. And as I have said, there are another race here. Angels, you called us, for we came from the sky, I would assume, and so there are a different type of angel that have already met with your leader. We are eager to meet them, as well."

Throughout his speech, his voice slowly became more and more slurred, as if he was unused to such long speeches. At the end, it was a slurred, low drone, with little emotion, made worse by the sightless black eyes, the hard gray hide, and the crystal spikes that poked out from the Valkians' suit.