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The Trust's homeworld seemed to have been spared from the worst of the NMX attacks. Their moon was heavily cratered, having been bombarded for one reason or another, forming a small debris field that was gradually floating outward. The planet itself was encircled by dozens of large warships, meters thick armored plates entirely covering one side, weapon emplacements on the other. Though it was clear that their spread-out formation was one of deterrence, their promotional video had been all to happy to show that they had planet-splitting firepower available to them.
They would allow a single one of S6's ships to approach the planet, directing them to a high orbit on the far side of the planet.
They would then allow a single shuttle to approach their agreed upon meeting point... a rather spacious platform floating in the air along the coast of one of the major continents. The massive platform had plenty of space for multiple shuttles to land, and there was already a sleek, glossy-red, spear of a shuttle landed on the deck, a soft forcefield projected over the entire area helping to keep the atmospheric pressure and temperature perfect while keeping the winds from blowing over the deck.
Below them stretched a vast ocean extending as far as the eye could see in one direction.
In the other, a dense, verdant, forest practically choking the land out with vegitation.
And above it all, was the trust's representative.
Along with a desk and some chairs.
"Greetings! Which of you will be representing the intrests of the USO here at this meeting?"
The greeting seemed pleasant enough, the suited figure standing up from their chair as the S6 shuttle arrived. Though as they approached it was clear that suited wasn't quite the right word to use. The figure they were approaching was clearly not a human. It had legs, feet, arms, hands, shoulders, it even looked like it was wearing a suit, a deep charcoal grey complete with razor-thin white pinstripes that actually made up the outer-casing of the machine itself. Its hands made from perfectly sculpted glossy-black material, its joints unfolding like an artisan had spent their lives crafting the perfect hinge. A slight gold inlay accentuated the connective parts of its joints, a real tie wrapped around its neck along with a fake pocket-square on the chest.
It might have seemed like artwork if they head wasn't just an expensive looking security camera, a single large optic on the front, with additional smaller sensors scattered about below it on a sleek, angular mount that connected to the neck area by various rods and pistons. The camera would slowly sweep over the group, then move back across, focusing in on each one at a time.
They would allow a single one of S6's ships to approach the planet, directing them to a high orbit on the far side of the planet.
They would then allow a single shuttle to approach their agreed upon meeting point... a rather spacious platform floating in the air along the coast of one of the major continents. The massive platform had plenty of space for multiple shuttles to land, and there was already a sleek, glossy-red, spear of a shuttle landed on the deck, a soft forcefield projected over the entire area helping to keep the atmospheric pressure and temperature perfect while keeping the winds from blowing over the deck.
Below them stretched a vast ocean extending as far as the eye could see in one direction.
In the other, a dense, verdant, forest practically choking the land out with vegitation.
And above it all, was the trust's representative.
Along with a desk and some chairs.
"Greetings! Which of you will be representing the intrests of the USO here at this meeting?"
The greeting seemed pleasant enough, the suited figure standing up from their chair as the S6 shuttle arrived. Though as they approached it was clear that suited wasn't quite the right word to use. The figure they were approaching was clearly not a human. It had legs, feet, arms, hands, shoulders, it even looked like it was wearing a suit, a deep charcoal grey complete with razor-thin white pinstripes that actually made up the outer-casing of the machine itself. Its hands made from perfectly sculpted glossy-black material, its joints unfolding like an artisan had spent their lives crafting the perfect hinge. A slight gold inlay accentuated the connective parts of its joints, a real tie wrapped around its neck along with a fake pocket-square on the chest.
It might have seemed like artwork if they head wasn't just an expensive looking security camera, a single large optic on the front, with additional smaller sensors scattered about below it on a sleek, angular mount that connected to the neck area by various rods and pistons. The camera would slowly sweep over the group, then move back across, focusing in on each one at a time.
