The dull bronze hull of the Interloper-class destroyer was tiny against the other vessels lined up by the diplomatic parties, and it was alone. All that could be spared as resources were desperately scraped together. The Interloper was one of the few large ships in the gartagen fleet designed without a CORE, but it was small compared to the bulk of a "Guardian" cruiser or "Prosecutor" battleship because of it.
The shuttle flight to the spaceport was uneventful, the party being waved right through into three waiting rental cars which weaved their way through the city towards Reikan park.
"We're going to be late." Chen K'aa Chenk complained as an underling adjusted his feathered headband, covering the back half of his head and another powdered the his high forehead that all gartagens shared.
"Fashionably late, m'lord!" the sniveling scribe, Benta Koman replied hurriedly.
"It can't be helped, sir." the third man in Chen K'aa Chenks retinue replied, Barsha Minto was a quiet gartagen. Chen K'aa Chenk didn't really know what he did as part of the staff, but he was one of the Queens provided staff, and so Chen K'aa Chenk usually let the man do as he pleased.
Chen sniffed and turned to look back out the window. He hoped it wouldn't be too cold, he'd heard about the weather in Kyoto. The underling put a final polish on the multiple armbands he wore.
Yamatai, Reikan Park, Finally
The trio of cars pulled into the park and a flurry of colors and short, bright skinned aliens ran about, hovering about the read door of the middle car, after a moment the seas parted and the noble visage of Chen K'aa Chenk green head stepped confidently towards the venue. About his legs and wrists were multiple armbands and bracelets made of silvery metal. He wore an elaborately embroided vest under a garment that resembled a toga cut off at the knee in its folds and curves. Heavier than usual for gartagens, perhaps a concession to the weather here.
Flanking him on either side was the lowly scribe, Benta Koman, dressed in the typical gartagen loincloth and vest with much much less finery than the noble lord on his peach pale skin. He looked somewhat cold as he carried his recording equipment with him. On the other side was Barsha, dressed more appropriately in a quilt vest and cargo shorts. About as heavily dressed as most gartagens could stand.
The rest of the entourage fled back into the cars and drove around the corner to wait for their calling, all but two much much taller aliens. If the gartagen complement was rather short by human standards, these aliens made them look almost comically so. Dressed in loose clothes than billowed and gusted in the breeze held by garters on the ends of their sleeves and shorts with crimson sashes around their waists, their style of dress contrasted with the rebreather masks over the lower half of their faces with a small hose going over their shoulders to tanks strapped high between the shoulder blades. Their dark skin was covered in colorful powders and scents of all colors seemingly at random to match the gross plumage of Chen K'aa Chenks own head crest and feathers on arms and hands. Thick gauntlets sat over their wrists, but other than that they seemed to have no weapons that would fit under such clothing.
The trio of leading aliens made their way hurriedly inside to try and catch up without too many people noticing their multi-colored procession through the place.
The shuttle flight to the spaceport was uneventful, the party being waved right through into three waiting rental cars which weaved their way through the city towards Reikan park.
"We're going to be late." Chen K'aa Chenk complained as an underling adjusted his feathered headband, covering the back half of his head and another powdered the his high forehead that all gartagens shared.
"Fashionably late, m'lord!" the sniveling scribe, Benta Koman replied hurriedly.
"It can't be helped, sir." the third man in Chen K'aa Chenks retinue replied, Barsha Minto was a quiet gartagen. Chen K'aa Chenk didn't really know what he did as part of the staff, but he was one of the Queens provided staff, and so Chen K'aa Chenk usually let the man do as he pleased.
Chen sniffed and turned to look back out the window. He hoped it wouldn't be too cold, he'd heard about the weather in Kyoto. The underling put a final polish on the multiple armbands he wore.
Yamatai, Reikan Park, Finally
The trio of cars pulled into the park and a flurry of colors and short, bright skinned aliens ran about, hovering about the read door of the middle car, after a moment the seas parted and the noble visage of Chen K'aa Chenk green head stepped confidently towards the venue. About his legs and wrists were multiple armbands and bracelets made of silvery metal. He wore an elaborately embroided vest under a garment that resembled a toga cut off at the knee in its folds and curves. Heavier than usual for gartagens, perhaps a concession to the weather here.
Flanking him on either side was the lowly scribe, Benta Koman, dressed in the typical gartagen loincloth and vest with much much less finery than the noble lord on his peach pale skin. He looked somewhat cold as he carried his recording equipment with him. On the other side was Barsha, dressed more appropriately in a quilt vest and cargo shorts. About as heavily dressed as most gartagens could stand.
The rest of the entourage fled back into the cars and drove around the corner to wait for their calling, all but two much much taller aliens. If the gartagen complement was rather short by human standards, these aliens made them look almost comically so. Dressed in loose clothes than billowed and gusted in the breeze held by garters on the ends of their sleeves and shorts with crimson sashes around their waists, their style of dress contrasted with the rebreather masks over the lower half of their faces with a small hose going over their shoulders to tanks strapped high between the shoulder blades. Their dark skin was covered in colorful powders and scents of all colors seemingly at random to match the gross plumage of Chen K'aa Chenks own head crest and feathers on arms and hands. Thick gauntlets sat over their wrists, but other than that they seemed to have no weapons that would fit under such clothing.
The trio of leading aliens made their way hurriedly inside to try and catch up without too many people noticing their multi-colored procession through the place.
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