Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26084195-20150417202642/@comment-26084195-20150417231718

A message was sent to Arda.

"Please, choose a Councillor and two delegates and send them to the black hole at the center of the Galaxy. A meeting of the Council is about to occur."

Given that Elves were the most diplomatic of the species of the Republic, an Elf was chosen as the councillor while a human and an Orc were the delegates. They watched as a hole opened in the massive black hole, and their ship was sucked into a large space station.

The council room was massive, and there were seats for every nation's representatives.

At the center was a stand upon which stood a strange being. He looked like a human with brown skin and was bald, but his veins were very prominent.

"Greetings, one and all! Today, we are welcoming a new nation to the Galactic stage: the Republic of Arda!" Most species applauded. "Now, to business. Today we will be...." They were talking about a law that didn't have any bearing on the Republic, so it wasn't worth noting. The really interesting part happened after the Council was adjourned. Each species came to shake the new nation's hand.

The Naalu collective approached first. These serpentine women were stunningly beautiful, and it felt like they were doubtless the most intelligent species in the Galaxy, and were probably always right. "Welcome to the Galaxy, young ones." By Eru, their voices were like silk!

The Embers of Muatt's Councillor came next, the magma taking the shape of an Elf. "Greetings. I don't imagine you want to shake my hand. I wish you the best of luck."

The Arborec came next. "Greetings young ones!" They reached out a vine and shook their hand. "We are quite pleased to make your acquaintance! We hope for millennium of peace and friendship with you!"

The tall feline Murrcion came next. "Well hello! Nice to meet you! I do hope you like fish, because we have plenty to trade!"

The Universities of Jol'nar followed. "Welcome. We do hope you possess a thirst for knowledge."

The L1Z1X barely glanced at them. "GREETINGS." Is all they said, then left.

The United Colonies of Mankind came next. "Hello. Always nice to see more Humans. Contact us if you have any questions! Or if you want to trade. Or if those stinking rotten Razorbirds start killing you."

The representatives of The Ghosts of Creuss simply walked by. They were each wearing highly runic and ornate armor, and when they got close, the air became cold. There was an uneasy feeling in the air around them. They were... scary.

The Razorbirds came last. "I am going to tell you what I tell every new race." The winged Councillor said. "Stay out of our way and don't interfere. We may pass through one of your systems. Do nothing if we do. We may take one of your worlds for our own. Do nothing if we do. And if you dare defy the word of God, we will crush you. Enjoy your stay in the universe. Don't give us a reason to end it."

The Councillor and the Delegates went back to the Republic and told everyone what happened.