"Fair enough."
He pulls the guns off his back and takes off his weapon belt, disarming him from his primary weapons. Python pulls his Vulcans off and hands them to the guards. He nods at the diplomat.
"Let's go."
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[b]we are led down a hallway by two women I'd silver and gold power armor[/b]
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Python eyes the armor, doing scans of the armor and it's characteristics.
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[b]the armor is some of the most advanced armor you've ever seen they lead you into a large open room with a throne on one end[/b]
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He enters the throne room, looking around.
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[b]you see a few woman in different coloured combat skins and some are in brightly colored dresses[/b]
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Python remains silent, waiting for something to happen.
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[b]this woman walks in but not in armor instead she's wearing a long black dress and everyone in the room bows as she walks over and sits in the throne[/b]
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He stands at attention.
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[b]she looks over at you and waves her hand. Everyone else but her guards leave the room[/b]
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Python watches them walk out and turns back to the Queen.
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[b]she stands up and walks over to you hear eyes are glowing blue and so are some of the veins in her face[/b]
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Towering over her, he looks down at her.
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"You must be python"
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"Yes ma'am."
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"I am Queen Amelia but you may refer to me as your grace"
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"Alright, your grace."
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"I trust that the general has told you that we plan on building a station in the sol system"
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"Yes, she has, your grace."
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"Did she tell you we plan on colonizing Mars?"
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"No, she did not...." He puts his hands on his hips and seems to think a bit.
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"We plan on taking over a few systems to further grow our empire"
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"Any hostile factions me and my team help with?"
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"Possibly"
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"We'll help with who we can, but certain factions we won't help with."
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"Follow me" [b]she walks down a hallway[/b]