Supreme Intervention- Human Hostage Crisis at AIF-Mars
The Draconian tilted his head slightly, studying the President, before gently setting him back down, and loosening his grip. He did not, however, let him go, or let him loose enough for him to escape without Draconian claws tearing through the back of his neck.
"Your intervention is not needed, nor is the intervention of the guards here, the Equestrians outside, or anyone else. We will preserve, then we will allow you to take over. Our job is not to destroy, but to permanently keep any race worthy of multiple galaxies alive, in some form. Your understanding of actions are too short-term to ever understand ours. Currently, we are locating the signal that you can transmit to control nanobots, which, I hear, you use for almost everything. In addition, we're taking over billions of public data servers, computers, online databases, everything. When we are done, it will be fixed, even made better. But we are not done, and you, and the Equestrians, are becoming more nuisance than anything. We preserve, and then we release them back into a controlled environment when the time is right so that they may grow strong enough to hold their own, without outside intervention. The environment varies, but my current form might have the correct environment."
"President Dmitri, we can reach an agreement to allow my kind to save your kind, and various others, for the far-off, distant future, where even those such as myself can never hope to live to see, immortal though I am. Kill me here, and my soul, that which makes me part of the race Supreme, will stay here and haunt this planet, while this body will return to full Draconian blood..."
"Oh? You have another Draconian. I'm surprised you didn't kill him off too, like the rest of them! You have no idea how much suffering you've cost the universe by killing them here. They were in galaxies you'll never find and while they might not of been friendly here, they were elsewhere. I have the memories of thousands of Draconians, just as every Supreme Draconian has. When a Supreme in a different form passes through an area where others of the same form have passed, they take parts of their memories. They were worshipped, they were hated, they were loved, they were killed. You have proof at such a Draconian, he stands outside now. I could ravage his mind, his brain, and tear it apart from here, without even looking at him. I see all around me, though not necessarily infinitely."
"Now, when those spec-ops enter this building, you and I will disappear, and you will experience something much worse than death. Unless you agree to a treaty to allow us to preserve some of your race, the Aeternals, and other various critical races, including the Equestrians. The Equestrians are unstable, and will spiral out of control, like putting a rubber band where a bioalloy strap should be on an aircraft. Temporary fix, to keep it from falling as fast. We seek to keep them from destroying themselves, as matter does to antimatter, so you'd best think carefully."
It was now obvious that the Supremes oh-so-loved the sound of their own voice and emotions. They were, after all, alone and lonely out in the cold dark, with no permanent relations with any single race.
Response Message to the Triarians
Our people believe in preserving every race, and until now, we have gone relatively unopposed, and have preserved hundreds of races, both before they themselves went extinct, or before they fell into war, civil war, or intergalactic crises, and died away. Here, we intend to do the same, and preserve every race with a possible chance at such extinction, and so far, every other race has brought up arms to tell us not to. We are close to bringing down a hammer to forcefully save. Furthermore, we believe the Equestrian leadership to be the spearpoint in such thoughts, and we intend to stop them. They require a leadership change, permanently, and preservation. The Aeternals must also be preserved, though there are now two fleets attempting to stop our advances to save them. Are they usually this stubborn and hardheaded?
Aeternals
The Warships held position, with the exception of the other 2 Warships moving towards the Aeternals moving back outward again. The Corvettes, however, simply folded right past the Equestrian blockade-of-sorts. The Corvettes were seen suddenly accelerating, and then disappearing, as the space rippled, and then they emerged on the other side, completely fine and moving to the Aeternal ship(s). From several suddenly slowing down and going into autopilot, it may become apparent that Supremes had teleported on-board, and were busy using their psionic and partial-extra-dimensional-being-ness to find any crew members, or Equestrians, and just force them into temporary sleep-states, so that they may take what they need from the Aeternals without being disturbed.
