[center][h3]Kibō-hosh, Draconian Contact[/h3][/center]
The Draconians watched with some amount of skepticism at the antics of the unknown ship's captain. She tore through the creatures, somehow avoiding the ocean of paralyzing acid, and the hivemind shrieked under the collective pain and thoughts. But even when disemboweled and gutted, though she did not know, they still lived- as so their purpose. She had moved to the airlock, demanding to be met by the owner of the monsters, a monster by right in the actions taken, apparently, even though all the creatures had subdued the entire crew without any major injuries, nor anything on the ship damaged. 

Which was why the shipmaster of the SotL [i]Genetic's Carrierp[/i] was so eager to meat her. A woman, too! Fierce, strong, and proud! Sadly, she'll have to take a knife in the back one of these days, for her ambition may get her too far, but that is for later- now, for admiration!

The ship captain was roaring with laughter when he appeared in the room opposite the airlock. Around him, stray drops of acid dropped to the floor; where the metal-eating touched his scale, it did nothing, as did the paralyzing acid. He strode through, gravity only surrounding him, as he bared his teeth in a feral smile, clapping all the way. "Worthy of Admiration, fellow Shipmaster! I ask of you why you call me a monster- I receive my orders, and to not follow them is treason, and breaks what little order there might be! Why, I simply receive orders," he gestures vaguely as if a wave or something from higher up was being sent down," and I follow. Those beasts of mine are quite non-lethal, I would call myself quite the opposite!"

His smile became more clever, slier, more assured. "In fact, I don't think I managed to get any of your people hurt at all! Of course, your own, being obviously proud, immediately opened fire. I'm afraid the hivemind didn't like that much, now did it? All the harm that came to your people came from your people, and mine only sought to end the conflict very quickly, and then explain later. No telling what you might do- had to act quickly, see? You might decide to fuck it, and self-destruct- which would most certainly kill me and mine in the process. No, I could've sent in the hounds, or the raptors, or the slitherers, or a dozen other creatures- as my ship is to do." He spoke with a deep, gravelly voice that had the hints of a strong persuasion- listening to it, one might want to just close their eyes and listen to it. It was not beautiful, but it was, in its own right, powerful. Maybe or maybe not because of cybernetics, genetic modification, and the like. 

But he continued smiling anyways, and continued talking without pause. "You see, your threat is empty. You threaten to take both ships- and yet, you do not know anything. No, you don't- your fiercest warriors may be fierce, proud, strong, like you. But many, many of our warriors live for, crave for, such battle that the entire species of mine are of the fighting kind! You would be taken down before you could tear through half a dozen of us! We are armored, naturally and artificially, with genetic modifications and better weapons. A thinsword, you have, no? Very well-made, I must say. But it would not stand against our own- energy swords and assault rifles. You and your handgun- you threaten a small army equipped with armor, weapons, and beasts," Here, his lip curled up, "And you pay no mind to the thought that if I had wanted to, you would be dead, your crew would be dead- or turned into personal, forced slaves that can do nothing but watch as their body does things they think not- and I could tear open the airlock right now and let you drift into space, while I stay rooted to the ground."

Again, back with the easy, fearsome, assured smile. "I will treat you as a guest, and my superior wishes to speak. Know, though, that you may be a person of special prowess in your land, but you are much less so in mine. Come, now- I will escort you personally. And if you think of taking me hostage, there are facilities aboard my superior's warship that will allow him to clone me- so my death will not change much. Taking me hostage will do nothing more than get a bullet through both of our chests'. Come along, now- and don't touch anything. A Sniffer might investigate."

With that, he turned and made his way back to the corridor he came from, pausing in front of it for a moment before it deciding to let him in. In that space of a second or so, the door scanned him, analyzed his DNA, his body structure, his blood pressure, etc., to ensure it was most likely him. 

The door remained open, both airlock and corridor, though all other doors could be seen locking down- thick, thick bolts slid into place, panels sliding over them to ensure extra protection, smaller bolts sliding all the way through the door to the opposite side. It was very clear where he wanted her to go.

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Beforehand, the Major Warlord Hele'Streth had been ranting at his officerss, prior to a certain message that was quickly translated:

[i]"I am Princess Aurora via Italia of the New Roman Empire. I do not know who you are or why you are here, however if you assist in capturing and taking this planet we can make it worth your while in the form of resources and perhaps a few pieces of technology."[/i]

His rant went something along the lines of...

"Some resources?! Some [i]pieces of technology[/i]?! As if we are some starry-eyed tourists looking for eager tidbits from their great hands! We are warriors! We are masters of conquest! We destroy and take what we will, settle on the ashes of any who are not our own! And they act as if we are some kind of inferior [i]thing[/i] worthy of little worthless gifts! Everyone knows that resources are as abundant as [i]bulshevnik[/i]! Rewarding with resources is about as rewarding as giving [i]dirt![/i]! INSOLENCE! INFERIOR DELUSIONALS!! THEY WILL BE PUNISHED! First, though, I want these ships taken care of. Then we'll tear apart their limbs and bodies, and feast on their hearts and terror!"

Shortly afterwards, Hele'Streth personally sent a video message. Sitting calmly in front of a banner that has his personal crest- that of what might appear to be two curved longswords flanking a rearing antlered fire-breathing lizard-creature, otherwise known as a [i]bulshevnik[/i].

"Greetings inferior beings. We are the Draconians, a proud and mighty race of unmatched warriors, with conquest and territory far and wide. We have not come to assist or battle you; try not to insult us with your meager bribes of worthlessness- we are far more worthy for scraps! Mind your business and your territory, and we'll mind ours." He gave a thin smile- looked more like a bearing of the teeth- and shut off the recording. What he left out was that the Draconians considered everywhere to be their territory- just not yet cleansed and settled.