Greetings, fair friends!

[@Pokemon Master Red]

Cero seemed to flicker into the orbit around Nodia, more specifically its night side. Air wasn't something he needed(not with his current magic in use), so it didn't really matter that where he was in relation to the planet below held no oxygen and was generally considered by most forms of life to be the least hospitable part of a planet's gravity well. He'd seen the work of these guys on a few worlds, some of them he'd been planning on taking himself. He had to admit...They weren't half bad. So, there he waited to be noticed by the 'people' of this world, spinning his pistol around on his finger. Well, technically speaking, the pistol WAS him, but...Details, details. Not like it'd make that big a difference, whether this body was his originally or not.

[Capxeno]

Being on the night side protected the man from the local star's effects. Had he be on the day light side, he'd have to put most of his magic into protecting himself from the star itself. This wasn't the most hospitable of worlds, yet the Wayword had made a home here. Many Aloans were being trained inside the stations, the the ship yards here seemed to be a busy hive of activity. Everything about Nodia seemed to be of active military involvement.

Nodia's commander, General Kuun received message that there was a lifesign above the nightside of the planet.   Kuun at first almost ordered immediate weapons fire. But experience of reading combat logs where a single combatant arrived on a planet told him that had this person wanted a fight, he or she would have done something already. General Kuun decided instead, that they should ask the person to join the General for tea.

Thus the invitation was sent, for tea.

[@Pokemon Master Red]

Cero received the message, and accepted.
"Not may favorite, but ah guss it ain' bad 'er nothin'." He said in his highly-accented voice as he seemed to fade into the room the general was at. Surprisingly, he appeared to be a blond-haired child with heterochomia. His voice, though, was much deeper than his apparent age. "Must say, though, y'all have been doin' awful fine lately wit' yer conquests. Right impressive work, from what I've seen."

[Capxeno]

General Kuun sat at a table made of Aloange teak. A nice display of treasure that will never be seen upon the realm again, lost in the fires of conquest. He had clean black hair, and a rather well groomed beard of notable mass. The General examined his visitor. Marid were rather contemplating, considering that emotions were a choice, not a requirement to their existence.

"The observation of our recent acquisitions, is quite flattering. You seem to have the taste of a fine ruler. I am General Kuun... who might I ask are you?"

[@Pokemon Master Red]

"Des...Y'know, jus' call me Cero. S'What most folks call me anyhow." Cero said, jovially. "I am the current ruler of a planet o' my own I like to call Ragnarok, after the word for the end of days from a long-dead religion from a different planet I used to...live on. People form'ly in charge've the place were a joke, surprised nobody competent took it over 'for I got there."

[Capxeno]

The general look into Cero eyes with a bit of respect and amusement. Calculating the information that Cero just provided, while obscure and the General would have to take Cero on his word.

"Well, Cero. The Wayword are in the mists of a wide spread conquest that could use... some allies. We can discuss the terms of spoils later. But I believe together, we could rule a wider span of this realm. Are you willing to negotiate an alliance that could benefit us both in expanding our influence.?"

[@Pokemon Master Red]

"Y'all impressed me. 'Tis why I came this long way. An alliance...Well, that would be just right fine by me. Been meaning to kick about an' cause a bit o' trouble lately anyhow. Don' get me wrong, high life has its perks...But it does get dull just sittin' around on the throne with nothin' to strike, y'know what I mean?"

[Capxeno]

The General smiled, he had an idea of what he meant. To a degree for a Marid, especially for one of Kuun's temperament, this was the high life. He had just taken control of the Wayword, he had finally gained the military power he had wished to be at his command for so long. Additionally, the knowledge that was his alone was increasing, things that were races he arranged and ordered to be exterminated and enslaved were becoming his.

However, he did itch for the freedom of being an operative, the knowledge and joy of personally murdering an opponent.

"Then we have ourselves an alliance... let crack open the hard stuff and discuss the finer details of our alliance." The General pulled out a bottle that had strange glowing glass. "This here is kinda like whiskey... except its slightly radioactive and can melt through sandstone. A drink reserved only for those tough enough to handle such things... are we not such men?"

[@Pokemon Master Red]

"Only sandstone? Feh, they must be tonin' the stuff down lately, hah!" Cero says, grinning, before pouring himself a glass. "A toast, then! To those tough enough to recognize their peers!"

[Capxeno]

So they had a toast and discussed many nefarious things.