So Manatee asked me to do the pairings. I put them in the titanpad. The bolded ones are the ones set in stone (do keep in mind that pairs are first-come first serve so if you want something, request it now. Tentative default pairings (if no one puts in a request) have also been put down in italics.
Due to the ratio of gems-drakkens, three people are going to have only one bride and anyone can have a maximum of two brides.
Lugft Huron: Aerienna Cassiel, Atallia Faeron Zakroti Unalim: Aymiria Cassiel Cuwarr Naxremis: Sorici Amberra, Kalani Solle Kaivor Igvrius: Onyx Briyll,Saisri Tyalanthe Azilon Dantanath:Kasari Liesma and Aelia Snowblood Rynek Darion: Lienna Orhhneaht Siadamkiru Beneni: Unnamed air gem played by Libby Exon Xe’Jah: Nadia Parnel
So this means that Saisri Tyalanthe, Kasari Liesma, and Aelia Snowblood are up for grabs. Kaivor can take one bride, Azilon can take two, and Exon can take one. Also Rynek could take one and Zakroti could take one. Obviously, with four brides to go around they won't be able to all get their maximum number, so talk that one out amongst yourselves.
If nobody has any objections, Zak can take Kasari, puts him at two Gems and leaves just two more brides
The Starchild tilted her head curiously at the diagram. It was quite evidently Element One. What was this supposed to mean? Surely they were not questioning whether she knew the very basics of chemistry?
She paused for a fraction of a second, considering before sending back a response of the diagram with an additional electron, its outer shell completed. She hoped that the aliens would understand the meaning behind this.
The ancient devices left by her creators had detected psionic probing from aboard the alien ship. The sur'unem would find very little of interest; There was plenty of life on the planet, to be sure, but save for a few scattered, primitive tribes on the eastern continent who had barely discovered fire, none of them appeared to be sapient- And then a very faint signature could be detected on the planet, apparently buried deep below the surface. It didn't appear to be a living being and indeed seemed to be an artificially produced beacon more than anything.
No sooner had the Starchild sent the message than another group of ships appeared in her system. She was about to repeat the message to them when her scans reported back that at least 4 of them were full blown military vessels. She hesitated for a moment. She wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt but she wasn't entirely sure whether it was worth the risk. Perhaps it would be best just to hide away; Surely they wouldn't be able to get the Propylaeum working after all. The two Warrior fabricants at Propylaeum 001 and 002 had backed up into the alcoves presented by the removal of the external equipment and had seemingly powered down in an attempt to mask themselves as a pair of skeletal statues; The lights in their eyes had gone out and they were clutching dormant weapons in one hand, standing imposingly tall. She would use them in an attempt to determine the nature of the contacts.
She paused for a moment before altering the device; the Sur'unem would see the Psionic signature rise up through the rocks of the planet, sitting between Propylaeum 001 and 002. Perhaps she could attract a landing party of these individuals independent of the second organisation; If so, she might be able to acquire intelligence pertaining to whether the collection of military vessels meant the Hierarchy harm. In the mean time, the Starchild sent a message out towards the EU ships; Six dots, four larger than the others, in a formation similar to that of the EU ships. The message would slowly change to display the four larger dots breaking off and backing away in an attempt to convey a request.
The Starchild turned quickly and set about issuing orders to the Fabricants. The autonomous defence fabricants were subsumed into the ranks and skittered around in the darkness, supported by phalanxes of Warrior Fabricants as they moved through the vast hallways to secure the two Propylon Chambers...
Arnor, a outer EU system
The ship began to drift slowly forwards, transmitting a signal back to the EU. It definitely appeared to have suffered severe damage; The ships stealth plating was so heavily damaged that it was acting sporadically, giving off strange and anomalous readings that deceived sensors as to the ships shape and size.
"Our life support has been compromised, we can not regulate the ships environment correctly; We humbly accept shelter. I am Tras Varsei, Shipmaster of the Ardent Prayer; Who speaks?"