Re: Getting Started
Laughter answered the Mistress of Judgement's words. It came from a newcomer; garbed with a long hooded cloak, a long sleeved blouse, loose pants and tooled leather boots - with the leafy designs, the attire looked of elvish make. A chuckle accompanied the sound of the boots' soles thumping lightly on the floor before the person raised her hands to flip her hood back.
Melisson turned an ageless look on the representative of the Kohanians. "Should the Yamataians really desire your deaths, all they would have to do would be to have the one of their teleporting Mindy power armors appear in this room. Merely its appearance would make a conflagration sufficient in strength to stun most of us - then, the M2 would have an easy time unleashing its arsenal to rid this room of all life. Your guards, your weapons, your caution and your pride - none will help you survive that."
The pink-skinned Mishhuvurthyar interpreter walked toward a set of empty seats closer to the Nepleslians. "From the moment you decided to come to this conference, you commited yourselves to trusting in your hosts, one way or the other. You can show caution, mistrust and racism - but ultimately all these will serve is paint the image you will show of your race to the other representatives within this chamber."
Melisson chose a seat for herself, but did not immediately sit so much as she simply perched her hands over the headrest. "In this, you cannot control others, all you can control are yourselves - mastery of yourselves will serve this endeavor much more than anything else." She smirked. "Know this, though - the Yamataians lose greatly in not assuring your safety here. If anything happens to those assembled here, your people will be quick to suspect the Yamatai Star Empire of foul play and this will only sully their credibility and prestige in the end. Believe me, my opponents have a vested interest in your well-being."