Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 15, 2015 9:35:31 GMT
"I'm sorry, my dearest advisor, but I must remind you, yet again, that 'weak' and 'meek' do not correlate exactly. These Amphives can be trusted. Not only this, but I had seen some of their power first-hand; their Power Level's range from two to seven thousand, I'm sure they could reach much further heights with training equipment such as ours."
"That's not the problem, however. I have been an advisor to both your parents and your parents' parents, believe me when I say that I know what I am talking about. The Arcosian Empire cannot afford opening its arms to more planets. This 'peace' you had added is unnatural for the AE. with each planet you share your technology, with each planet we lose more than we gain. If we don't start going back to the old-ways, the weight brought upon by these silly equality laws and such will destroy the Arcosian Empire from the inside! We will become an easy target for the SSE!"
Wyntre contemplated the words of the elderly litt standing directly in front of her. It was clear: she was irritated more than she should have been. It seemed the little bearded alien had hit a metaphorical nerve. I'd have to think about this further. "Perhaps. I recommend you think about your words wisely for next time, lest you anger the Empress enough for something drastic to happen. You are dismissed."
The litt leaned in to show his respect before scuttering (yes, that is a word) off, realizing that he might have, as had been previously mentioned, 'hit a nerve'. That was tense. Perhaps, she decided, the Empress was in need to relax and get away from civilization for a while. Yes, she would enjoy the cracking of ice below her feet as she trained in her natural environment. Yes, she could imagine it now- Hey, what's that Power Level?
Still sitting in her Hover Chair, her levitating mount moved, though the door, in the direction of the being she did not know the species (yet alone name) of. Until now. Or rather, a few minutes after the start of this paragraph. She looked down on the humanoid in the location soon to be specified (you can make that up if you want) and asked a simple question.
"Apologies, but my scouter does not recognize you. I am Empress Wyntre, the High-Benevolence of Arcose. What is your name? Oh, and, don't answer if you do not want to, but what species are you?"
After all, she did not have a tail she could see. Could be a saiyan. Could be a human. Could be something different entirely.
"That's not the problem, however. I have been an advisor to both your parents and your parents' parents, believe me when I say that I know what I am talking about. The Arcosian Empire cannot afford opening its arms to more planets. This 'peace' you had added is unnatural for the AE. with each planet you share your technology, with each planet we lose more than we gain. If we don't start going back to the old-ways, the weight brought upon by these silly equality laws and such will destroy the Arcosian Empire from the inside! We will become an easy target for the SSE!"
Wyntre contemplated the words of the elderly litt standing directly in front of her. It was clear: she was irritated more than she should have been. It seemed the little bearded alien had hit a metaphorical nerve. I'd have to think about this further. "Perhaps. I recommend you think about your words wisely for next time, lest you anger the Empress enough for something drastic to happen. You are dismissed."
The litt leaned in to show his respect before scuttering (yes, that is a word) off, realizing that he might have, as had been previously mentioned, 'hit a nerve'. That was tense. Perhaps, she decided, the Empress was in need to relax and get away from civilization for a while. Yes, she would enjoy the cracking of ice below her feet as she trained in her natural environment. Yes, she could imagine it now- Hey, what's that Power Level?
Still sitting in her Hover Chair, her levitating mount moved, though the door, in the direction of the being she did not know the species (yet alone name) of. Until now. Or rather, a few minutes after the start of this paragraph. She looked down on the humanoid in the location soon to be specified (you can make that up if you want) and asked a simple question.
"Apologies, but my scouter does not recognize you. I am Empress Wyntre, the High-Benevolence of Arcose. What is your name? Oh, and, don't answer if you do not want to, but what species are you?"
After all, she did not have a tail she could see. Could be a saiyan. Could be a human. Could be something different entirely.