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Chelyixx silently listens as 109.XY, and then his two companions, speak. He keeps the same pleasnt smile, mastered over a long political career, in place as the L1z1x makes its proposal, and then as his allies voice their opinions on said proposal. Finally, he pithces his own voice low so only his companions (hopefully) can hear him. "I agree with Jana. We cannot let him destroy galactic civilization, especially with missing informaiton." Turning back to 109.XY, the undersecretary calls out once more. "We all agree the Mahact are our true enemies. And I'm sure the Council would agree. Perhaps your people and ours can reach an accord, a war pact, to focus our efforts on the sorcerers instead of fighting each other. However, avoiding the death of billions will be required. Perhaps calculate the odds of stopping the Mahact if the Council works with the L1z1x together. Does that change your calculations?"

The Undersecretary steps forward, still clutching his Lazar mace in one hand. Looking up at the tall figure, he speaks in a loud, clear tone. "The Keleres are always willing to reason. A chance at peace between the Council and your people is a welcome surprise, should that be your goal."

Does this facility look really old? Like, Lazax old? Or anything about the architecture that makes it look like it belonged to the Lazax?

Cheliyxx watches as Karrik attempts to guide their ship towards their destination, despite the increasing interference of the strange radiation. He was feeling better after the fight in the streets, the meal and the chance to sit and rest doing wonders.                    

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"Of course, of course," Cheliyxx says with a smile. "Of course, we are government officials, so our funds can be...limited. But surely we can come to a mutually beneficial understanding.": The Xxcha reaches into an inner pocket of his coat, removing it to slide a stack of Aurei across the desk towards the twins.                  

Walking in after the sisters, Cheliyxx bows his head in thanks to each. He waits for everyone to join them inside, glancing around curiously at the paperwork laying about. He could appreciate people that clearly understood the value of paperwork. Even if their organizational skills left much to be desired. Once everyone was inside and the door shut, the undersecretary focuses on the twins, offering another smile. "Thank you for understanding. We have coordinates to a location on the dark side that we need to investigate. Although your Guild may have already been there once. A contact of ours relayed something had been found, something important. Can you tell us what might be there? I'm sure you keep records of what you find, yes?"                  

Smiling, Cheliyxx makes sure to pay attention to both sisters as equally as he can, making eye contact with each in turn as he replies. "I'll be happy to discuss our business, ladies, once we're somewhere a little more...private. Matters of national security and all that. I'm sure you know how these things go. Some bigwig gets it in their head they know best, and next thing you know, here someone like myself is to do the dirty work."                  

"But of course," Cheliyxx says with a nod in response to his companion. Turning towards the two ladies, the Xxcha walks across the room, head held high as he goes. When he reached the counter the two women stand behind, he offers both of them a wide smile and a polite nod. "Good day, Mrs. and Mrs Calinof! I am Undersecretary Cheliyxx. I hope you both are doing well. My companions and I are interested in visiting the dark side of the planet, and were told you two are the very best to lead us there. We are in the right place, are we not?"                  

Nodding in agreement with his two ompanions, Cheliyxx says, "Yes indeed. Many thanks for your assistance. We are very sorry about your friend. We will do what we can to ensure their death was not in vain." Glancing to the server, the Xxcha agrees to the meal; all the walking and talking and fighting had left him feeling peckish, and it was likely more excitement was n their near future.                  

Taking a seat next to Karrik, Cheliyxx reaches over to grab ahold of the jar. "I have a feeling it is not just spices inside this jar," the Xxcha says as he looks around casually to see who might be paying them attention. Moving the jar close to his chest, he shifts his body slightly to use his shell to hide it as he unscrews the lid to the jar, then reaches a hand inside to fish around for what may be buried within. "Best we find it now, before it gets snatched again," he whispers to the others at the table in explanation.                  

The dragon glances between Ysla and Nihlia for a moment, then back at the strange fae as the little creature, this Baelara introduces herself. He tenses a moment when she announces herself as a fae, having encountered her kind before. They could be noble or cruel, fun-loving or sadistic. Not all that different from some dragons, once he thought about it. The corners of his lips twitch in what may almost have been the beginnings of a smile as the fae rants a bit at Ysla. The little one had spirit, at the very least.   When Baelara addresses Nihlia as if she knew the avatar, and spoke of dreams, Nadhir couldn't help but consider his own meeting with Nihlia in his dreams. He did not recall Baelara there. Then again, Ilruush had not been there either. Had It sent them the little fae perhaps? The Magna Draco glances sideways at Nihlia, wondering what her thoughts are on this revelation. Especially since she seemed as surprised by the fae's words as himself. Looking back at Baelara, Nadhir says in a much less threatening, if still deep, voice, "How long have you been here? Why are you here? Do you know what happened there?" He gestures once more towards the pile of bodies with a tilt of his chin.

Nadhir was the first to step into the room, stepping carefully more by instinct than any thought of stealth; the giant doors opening would draw any and alls eyes of those within, so trying to hide was likely futile. So instead the dragon walked in as though he were the master returning to his manor, head high, one hand on the pommel of his scimitar. And his coloring wasn't helping with any thoughts of stealth. While his jet-black scales would blend perfectly with the shadows that filled the cavern, the steel-like edge to every scale caught the lavalight, covering the Magna Draco in orange-red lines that stood out starkly. The dragon's eyes panned the room, taking in the strange machinery. The pile of dead caught his attention as soon as he spotted them, causing his eyes to narrow and his hand to tighten its grip upon his weapon. Even as he studied the macabre scene, the sound of movement, of footsteps upon stone, instantly drew Nadhir's attention towards the little dark shape that had emerged. Everything about the creature seemed innocent, from its small size to its timid voice and cowering appearance, yet the dragon dared not lower his guard. Turning to fully face the creature, the dragon looks down at the little thing. "Hello. Who are you, and what are you doing here? Did you have something to do with that?" He gestures with a tilt of his chin towards the pile of corpses, never taking his eyes from the newcomer.

The Xxcha slowly lowers his mace as the cyborg slides to a stop before him. He takes a few moments to scan their surroundings, including down the alley the cyborg were heading down. By the time he turns around to pick up the jar, Karrik has already picked it up. He studies the jar for a moment, then looks to his fellow Keleres. "We did...well, yes. Good shooting to the both of you." Cheliyxx pants slightly, still feeling the strain of pushing himself so quickly towards their foes. "We should get back to the Hacan. They will no doubt have questions." Stwoing his mace, the Undersecretary walks back to the Hacan gathering to see the fate of the struck Hacan.                  

Awesome. So that's 9 damage to the cyborg.