Intergalactic Summit

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**The interior of a standard hangar bay on an Astrahus citadel comes into view, moving slightly as the shuttle makes its final trim adjustments and settles on its landing gear.**

Nauplius grunts.

Arrendis disembarks from the baseliner shuttle and comes into the hangar, looking more or less exactly the same as ever. Knee-length t-shirt, no visible foot- or leg-wear... and a rolled up datasheet.

Nauplius waves over a guard to perform an inspection for weapons.

Arrendis sighs as the guard comes over to inspect her. "Would it make you feel better to have me strip-searched?"

Nauplius grunts as the guard waves a scanner around. He approaches as the guard departs.

Arrendis holds up the datasheet as the guard does his thing, and when he's finished, starts toward Nauplius as well. "Just this. Wanna inspect it, too?"

Nauplius responds, "Very well, yes."

She sighs, and hands over the datasheet. Three pages thick, rolled up, nothing in it. The information appears to be market data on shield boosters.

Nauplius gives it a look, and then hands it back, and prepares himself.

Arrendis looks around. "I have to say, I'm actually surprised at you."

"I'd offer a tour of the ritual areas; however, I am a bit pressed for time at the moment," he replies, "I want to spread around knowledge of the Red God. Even unto the Minmatar, that they may learn of their destruction."

The Sebiestor nods, "I can imagine, still..." She whips around and brings the datasheet across his face hard enough to actually hurt before dropping it with a shrug. "I actually expected you'd let me get this far..."

Nauplius grunts and rubs his cheek a bit.

"Then when I go to leave," she continues, "the guards pop out to detain me. Can't really threaten one of us with death... but a few decades of brutal torture? Anyway. Stop being creepy." With that, she turns to go. She's only halfway to the shuttle's boarding ramp when he shouts out to her.

"I shall continue my creepyness, madam!"

Arrendis stops, and starts back toward him... well, toward the datasheet, actually, and bends down to pick it up.

Nauplius continues as she approaches, "Now please leave this holy place."

She doesn't respond to that 'request' right away. Instead, she pauses for a moment as if considering. Then, she delivers a savage backhand with the datasheet, harder than before. "I did tell you I'd smack you again if you gave me reason to do it."

"Enough." He points to the exit. "So much wrath you heap up for yourself in God's mighty storehouse of Wrath!"

"Mmmhm." She drops the datasheet again and once more starts for the shuttle. "Do yourself a favor and don't give me a reason to turn around again."

Nauplius grunts and waves.

The mics pick up the sound of the shuttle's loading doors closing with a dull boom, and the feed ends.

I would like to unload my rail guns into that bay, but alas, it wouldn't do any good...

The datasheet's paper, isn't it? Pretty old-fashion of you.

It was actually a fiber lattice, but... basically, not very different from processed wood pulp, yes.

Using railguns? Tisk tisk. Blasters are better, bro.

You assume I want to get that close?

Using railguns? Tisk tisk. Blasters are better, bro.