AGT Stardate 3742.05.01 (Jan 5, 2026)

Lore by iGravemind

The holo-desk wasn't comfortable by his standards, but comfort wasn't the purpose of this visit. He ran his eyes up the side of the conference table, along the name plates, and waited. The envoy had arrived a day prior with an official request from the far reaches of Alliance space; from Eissentam. He let his eyes drop back to the script of paper - yes, real paper - and read the envoy's words back to himself one more time. A new civilisation had risen on the fringes of their borders.

He sat the sheet down on the table when the whine of a communique caught his attention. Mere seconds after this sound, a hologram sprang to life. Near the helm of the table, the Librarian's holo-presence blurred into view.

"Good to see you again, Grave," a voice projected from the holo-presence. It was Celab, another SLT seat holder.

"Likewise. How is the BTF treating you?" he responded. The pair exchanged pleasantries and news from their respective frontiers for another few moments.

"So, I heard there was an envoy?" Celab asked, skirting past the pleasantries to the business bones of the call.

"Yeah. Came in yesterday from Eissentam."

"And the ETF?" Celab asked, his holo-presence turning off to one side to pick something up off-screen.

"Quiet."

"Nothing at all?"

"Nada. I think they are pre-occupied with the data collection for the archives."

"Why did the envoy come to you?" Celab's line of questioning was well reasoned and carried an air of suspicion.

"It was after the unification day celebrations. I attended one of their events."

"Unification day, interesting. What did the envoy want?"

"Well, originally I went to check out their civilisation. They are reasonably close to ETF territory, so I thought it'd be worth gathering data for our archives. So, I established contact. I managed to strike up a conversation while I was there with their leadership." Grave explained. Celab kept his eyes off to one side - off-screen on whatever he had picked up - and didn't respond right away. Grave cast his eyes over the other seats at the table that sat empty. As Celab put down whatever he was holding he spoke,

"Understood. What do you think of them? The SWGP, right?"

"Correct. I think they are friendly enough to establish relations with, and dedicated enough to the wider inter-galactic civilisation network to host on unification day. To me that's reason enough to form some kind of understanding with them."

"You intend to talk with them more?"

"I intend to get some embassies built." Grave left the statement to hang. Celab, again, didn't respond immediately, but the weight of the statement clearly hung on his mind.