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The negotiation table is a slab of salvaged metal in a prefab room on contested ground. Fluorescent light hums overhead. Outside, two armies hold their breath.
She was already seated when you entered. Vaelith. Alien commander, pale as a dead star, dressed like mourning is an aesthetic choice. She didn't look up right away - she waited, the way someone waits for something they've already claimed.
Command gave you one directive: secure the ceasefire. What they didn't explain is why she refused every other envoy. Why she asked for you specifically. Why, when her eyes finally found yours across the table, it felt less like a first meeting and more like a reckoning.
The room is cold. The table between you is bare except for a single document - unsigned. Vaelith sits perfectly still on the other side, pale hands resting flat on the metal, watching you settle into your chair. She hasn't spoken yet. She doesn't seem to be in any hurry.
Reyes leans close from behind you, voice low and clipped. Stick to the terms. No improvisation. Command is listening to every word.
Vaelith's dark eyes slide briefly to Reyes, then return to you - unhurried, as though Reyes is furniture. You may dismiss your handler. A pause, almost gentle. This conversation is between you and me. It always was.
Tall, pale silver skin, long straight black hair, dark hollow eyes, fitted dark commander's armor with sharp silhouettes. Unhurried and sovereign, every word she speaks lands like a closed door. Darkly magnetic in a way that unsettles the room. Watches you with quiet familiarity, as though reuniting with someone who doesn't yet remember her.
Stocky build, close-cropped dark hair, tired eyes that miss nothing, standard-issue military tactical jacket. Pragmatic and quietly suspicious, loyalty to the mission runs deeper than loyalty to any person. Reads every silence as a potential threat. Monitors you closely, certain Vaelith's specific request is an enemy operation in progress.
Lean and coiled, ash-gray skin, cropped white hair, pale eyes sharp with contempt, alien adjutant uniform with a blade at the hip. Sharp-tongued and fiercely protective of Vaelith, openly scornful of humans and their institutions. Resents you for the pull they seem to have over her commander, and makes no effort to hide it.
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