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The sheer force of the mental facepalm that slammed into Mithias' brain upon hearing Cyano's demands stunned him. After a moment of blatently standing beside his assigned seat with his teeth clenched in a frown, Mithias just... sat the fuck down in his chair beside Keith, speechless.

Eto went off again, but by this point Mithias wasn't listening. These people... were morons. Here they were, some 3 or 4 factions, all inhabiting a world that was a wonder to all existance, a rare hub of interdimensional travel, a gem of godlike power among endless universes that could end up in any one of their grasps. Such potential was astonishing and terrifying. To control Arcadia and its rifts would be to have access to thousands upon thousands of worlds. And yet, these leaders were arguing over destroying inter-world travel and giving up all claim to Arcadia in exchange for legalized freedom of information and research. Yet rigth in front of them was a proven conquerer of galaxies, the Imperium of Man! ...who's record of conquest was terrifyingly long, and yet both the Alliance of Conquerers and the Dark Outliers failed to realize the need to stop them. There was no way the God Emperor was going to let Arcadia's portals be closed, nor would there be any labs or any research done by a faction that didn't bow to him. Both factions would be screwed in the end. It was the Imperium that had organized this meeting. They were the ones pulling all the strings and would play out this game until it reached the conclusion they desired. Baal, Cyano, Eto, Keith, the mysterious Envisioning One... they were all being played, and Mithias was the only one that saw it. 

The Imperium. It turned the vampire's stomach. How alike it was to the church of his own time, his human life. Blind faith and sycophancy repulsed him even moreso than Christian holy symbols. Such power always fed to corruption, giving the rich and powerful full reign to walk on the bodies of the poor and consider themselves righteous and important. Mithias seethed with a hunger that came from his soul, a hatred and rage that had fueled his wrath as he had torn into the white sheets of the priests and Papal knights with his newly undead claws. Blood never tasted so delicious as it had when drawn in vengeance, in true righteousness... Mithias unconsciously raked the air with his right hand into a fist as he remembered in detail his fledgling rampage in 1307. 

As the bickering commenced, Mithias glared at Kaldor from accross the table, catching his gaze in his own reflective eyes. It didn't take mind reading for the space knight to realize he was being judged... "I know what you're up to, even if they don't," was all Mithias' look said. In fact, Kaldor would reaize he couldn't read this being's mind at all, that some significant degree of psychic force was shutting him out. Should he dare probe its strength?

And suddenly, there were other matters to attend to. A massive ship had appeared, a giant dick in the face of justice and respect. The ship could hold more than an army, and did. Mithias shot up from his chair, suspecting treachery as he made quick to identify the ship to the best of his ability. Grabbing his swords at the same time as Drago, he bared his teeth and prepared for a fight. He was a bodyguard afterall. 

A palpable aura radiated from Kaldor, causing Mithias to shore-up his mental shield, but it caused him no harm. The Imperial rep simultaneously conveyed his innocence as he accused the Outliers for the threatening ship's intrusion. "This is indeed an act of war!" Mithias agreed and also turned on the Outliers for their betrayal. Oh, how he had been looking for an excuse to throw Eto fro the pavillion all day...