[[Please forgive my intrusion, but do you always come to diplomatic spaces armed for a mission, cousin?]] she asks in Napanii, a Caldari language any translation expert system currently on the market should speak flawlessly.

"I would say it is. We are one of the oldest empyrean corps, serving the Empire for over a decade. In that time we have proven that we are the most stalwart defenders of God's dominion, and the righteous swords of Her Majesty Empress Jamyl. Our mighty fleet of capsuleers guard the heavens, and our growing army of templars form the golden bulwark against heathens and heretics alike. Do you have any specific questions for me?"

"Uh... okay" says Kador as the armoured man turns to leave.

Somewhat flustered by the brief encounter, and somewhat confused as to the purpose of the visit, he turns to the other figure.

"Was that Nanpali I heard across the translators" he asks in Amarrian.... realising his own stupidity he pulls out the small neocom unit Canus had given him and checks for translation programmes, satisfied with the one he finds he translates his words into the woman's foreign language.

"Welcome honoured guest. What can I do for you?"

Then he hastily adds

"Of which people are you? You garb says Matari, but your tongue says Caldari. Pardon This One but I am a little on edge as of late."

Kador beckons the warrior to follow him inside where he takes the soldier aside, then to take a seat.

"Can I get you anything Ms...?"

"... Hm," she says, looking after the departing assault suit, then taps her wrist unit; her voice, when she speaks again, comes from her arm, speaking fluent (obviously translated) Amarrian. "For a moment, I thought we might have a problem."

She pops lightly onto her feet, then, incongruously, bows slowly and formally from the shoulders. "Respectfully, templar, and with apologies, neither is wholly accurate," she says as she follows where beckoned. "The suit is my usual equipment because it complements certain Caldari technology; there is sadly no Caldari equivalent on the market. However, the language is also borrowed from others. I am Achur, myself.

"Ms. Ryeon, templar. Ryeon Yun Hee. And I am fine, thank you; I was going to look in on Fae-haan's shrine of three ways and thought I should stop and pay my respects." The suit's single burning eye takes in the new room, its owner resuming her restless, absent-minded hopping.

"It is a beautiful place you have built here."

He nod politely at her explaination, breaths a sigh of relief.

"Indeed it is Ms Yun Hee, though this pales in comparison before our Catherdral of the Stayed Sword. If you are interested in Ancient Amarrian architecture such a place would be a great interest to you as many aspects of older generational differences are built seamlessly into modern Amarrian architecture.... but forgive me where are my manners. "

He quickly walks into the back offices fetching two cups, refilling the vessel of spiced wine, and filling another with pure mountain water. He quickly hurried back with the elegant pitchers placing them neatly on the table.

"I am Templar Crusader Kador Ouryon, it would be amiss of me not to offer any guest a drink while they visit the offices of Paladin Metsar over there" he says, pointing the blonde man, already enagaged in conversation with an Amarrian new comer.

"Please go ahead, here with have a pleasant vintage of spiced wine, and in the other pitcher some spring mountain water from Amarr Prime."

"I apologize, Templar Crusader Ouryon; I ... have miscommunicated a little. 'Yun Hee' is only my given name; 'Ryeon' is my family.... Hm."

The suit's ember eye turns to the pitcher of water, and the head cants a few degrees to the left.

"Is there so much water on Athras that you can afford to export it?..." She pause a moment, considering. "Water from a desert world, far from home.... This has symbolic significance, does it not? May i ask its nature?"

"Where do I sign up?" He says with a smile. All of the age and hardship leaves his face with that one smile and he seem almost to young to be in a uniform of any type.

((Barring any requirements to join, former eve pilot myself.))

"What rates ((naval term for job title. i am active duty USN.)) do you have available?" I have extensive medical knowledge that has no application among our community. Apart from that basic combat knowledge and advanced heavy weapons are my current qualifications."

(( **** walked into that one..... calculating RP, simulating a field of idiocy, computing buckets and buckets of words.... Watch this space))

The man with the Assault Ck.O walks back through the entrances again. This time with his helmet off and his shields down. Feeling stupid after leaving he sits back down and wait for the conversation between Ouryon and Ryeon. Looking at his neocom he checks the battle timer for his corporation again making sure of the battle time. He is focused now on what he came to talk about.

"The Praetoria accepts any and all specializations, and generally categorized along the five current divisions; assault, heavy, logistics, scout, and commando. Though we are currently in need of some more heavy support to bolster our squads. As for requirements of entry I'd say the most important is a record of Amarr loyalism, unmarred by any questionable activities or allegiances. We also require the adherence to only Amarr dropsuits, unless no other alternative is available such as scouts currently. And when an Amarran option becomes available for that suit it is expected to switch to it. You can use any weapons or gear of course. Hmm... This would probably be more helpful."

*Metsar walks over to the desk and picks up a datachit from a stack of them.*

"Here, this is our recruitment information. You can upload it to your NeoCom for review (( https://forums.dust514.com/default.aspx?g=posts&find=unread&t=82701 )). It should explain the application process clearly. We are always eager for new members, and I thank you for your interest. Is there anything else I can help with or clarify?"

"My commander, the Paladin has an attachment to Athra. Its is his pleasure to always have such water on hand." Kador replies in an offhand manner, shrugging.

Perhaps I shouldn't have used it, he contemplated internally.

*Metsar takes a moment while the datachit uploads to greet the returning visitor. Though he wears Caldari armour, with his helmet now off Metsar can see he is of an Amarran bloodline.*

"Hail, and welcome. I'm sorry I could not greet you your first time in. Since you seem slightly hurried, did you have any specific business with us?"

*Metsar pulls out his NeoCom and opens the chat channel.*

"Well, if you are interested in sqauding up for the war effort you can connect with PIE soldiers in the PIE Public channel. As for contacts, I suppose a friendly history with the Praetoria will surely bring about those contacts. After some matches I could also bring you into higher level channels for the war so that you can coordinate orbitals with Amarr loyalist capsuleers. If you want to build a relationship with the Amarr community I also recommend the channel Imperial Congregation. It is not run by the PIE Alliance, but is more of a forum for discussion between loyalist. "

"... Hm." The scout's head cocks a few degrees in the other direction. "Such attachments are...." She trails off, then her head levels.

"Your hospitality is impressive, Templar Crusader, but I fear that I would not be able to accept what you offer without causing offense to your hall. I possess no 'diplomatic' clone, you understand. I do not know your customs, but I fear that a stock clone's exposed face is not fit for such places as this, even if it is a common quality among us."

Adiran returns wearing robes of black and brown. Waiting for Metsar he clutches a datachip in his hand.

*Metsar returns to his desk and then notices Adiran entering the emissary. He waves for him to come over while absentmindedly sipping a cup of cold tea that he had left there a while ago.*

Kador smiles politely.

"Such is fine Ms Ryeon. We are all children of God are we not?....Perhaps it is not your belief but it is mine. But I do understand your sentiment. I apologise if I offended."

He glances around the room, catching the returned armoured form of the Caldari mercenary.

"Consider your regards accepted and returned. You are always welcome here if you seek to discuss matters of mutual importance. More often than not you will always find someone here.... Now if you will pardon me I think our guest here wishes to speak with me."

Carefully Kador stood trying to avoid shaking the table. He bowed formally to Ms Ryeon, then crossed the distance between the couches and the Mercenay.

"Hail Son of the Amarr. Welcome to the emissary."

*Metsar takes the datapad and begins syncing the information to his central console, creating a recruitment file for Zanzalin. A swirling holo display spins carelessly across his desk as the data streams.*

"Very good, yes the next step would be to send me a personal mail on your NeoCom as your application. I'll pass that to my superiors and put it on the PIE forums. Then we will set up an interview, and if that goes well you'll just send a perfunctory application to the corp itself for acceptance. Unfortunately they won't activate your forum account until that final step. Security reasons, I'm sure you understand."

*The holographic animation dissipates into a mist of light, signalling the file is complete. Metsar slides the datapad back over to Zanzalin.*

"I look forward to receiving your formal application. I will most likely be conducting the interview as well, however there's a chance one of our capsuleer recruitment officers will take it. Do you have any questions?"

"No offense was taken, Templar Crusader," the scout murmurs-- but half to herself, as the Amarrian is already departing.

She settles back, lapsing into silence and stillness, becoming as much a part of the chamber's scenery as it is possible for a chunk of Minmatar technology to be in Amarrian surroundings.

*Finishing his business with Zanzalin, Metsar looks over at Ryeon. He gets up from his desk and approaches. He gives her a brief bow. It is worth noting that his bow is slightly different from an Intaki or Achuran bow. It's more from the shoulders, with the head tucked down.*

"Ave, Ryeon-haan, if I am using the correct suffix. I apologize, Adamance can be over eager at times when the emissary is busy. I'm sorry if he left rather abruptly. Also pardon my eavesdropping, but I'd just like to say feel at ease. I understand your discomfort with wearing Matari equipment here, but there is little to be done until both our peoples bring our equivalents to the open market. May I interest you in tea? I usually drink Ealurian tea, but most find it distasteful and bitter. I have some milder Ni-kunni tea as well, or a Khanid green tea."

The scout rises and bows in return, a little lower than Metsar's.

"No apology is needed; I quite understand. Tea sounds lovely; however, as you may have overheard, I have no diplomatic clone and hesitate to ... impose a stock clone's features on this place. I am very grateful for the offer, regardless, and intend no disrespect by this."

"Ah I apologize, however your stock clone would by no means be an offence here. I understand however if you have personal qualms with the matter. Quite frankly I'm surprised your mask doesn't have some sort of built in straw. I thought Matari helmets had such failsafes for in case the suit's hydration system malfunctioned. A redundancy so the soldier doesn't have to expose his head while drinking. I mean no offence to your training, but poke around in that suit sometime. You'd be surprised at all its extra gadgets and so on. I once used the Matari logistics suit shamed to say, a long time ago before I joined PIE and we had none of our own. Everyday I found something new on the thing."

((Metsar did you not get my ingame mail about joining? Also sent you best times for interview.))