Furling Executory for Extranational Affairs
Alesia Prime Planetary Province
Triangulum Galaxy
Twenty Hours After the Start of the Alesian-Furling War
Two people stood facing each other in the empty conference room, both aides to their respective leaders. After first contact had been established between their races and the first firefight had broken out, a meeting had been called between their top leaders. Of course, both of their intelligence services raced to get information on the new race. One of the men was of the Furling Republic, the other man was of the Alesian Empire.
Both aides stared at each other, daring the other to act. The sound of boots echoed out in the hallway. The Alesian tilted his head as a smirk crossed his face.
"The High Councilor of Alesia, Lord Amann Adar, arrives!" The Alesian announced boldly.
A tall, pale man with black hair and wearing white armor like that of a very high-ranking military officer walked in, stepping with a somewhat regal air, full of confidence and obviously not as afraid of the Furling as he should be. He halted at the head of his side of the room's head of the table, glancing around the room coldly before his dark eyes settled on the aide.
"Thank you, Mikoros. I see my counterpart is late. How disappointing." Amann's lips turned into a chill smile.
The Furling Aide heard the footsteps of his own leader approach. Raising his head, he said loudly. "The Head of State and Head of government of the Unified Furling Republic, His Highest Excellency of the Furling Unified Republic, High Consul Il'ras Aravansel, arrives!"
A tall elfman walked in with the confidence of a man who was determined to do what was right for his people . He'd even used his vast, legitimately gained personal fortune sometimes when government bureaucracy prevented moving funds to support a direly urgent cause, and in tune with his character, of course attached no strings to the act of donating. Il'ras usually distained the love of military glory, though he has purposely chosen to wear his Consular military uniform, which only a Consul who has previously served as a general or flag officer may wear. He did not wish to appear weak before this group of militaristic Ancients, for what he knew of the Alesians was that they were like wolves. Any weakness at all was to be exploited mercilessly. His fears were confirmed as Amann sneered at the introduction.
"What an interesting series of titles you have, Consul. One might think you were overcompensating for something." Amann said sarcastically as his aide snickered. Il'ras was taken aback by the subtle insult right out of the gate. It appeared that whatever this man's talents were, diplomacy was not a strong trait.
'Are they an empire ruled by high ranking nobles such as this colorful Lord Adar, who might hold a noble title all the way up to Duke, If this is true, and if there is too much power in the hands of this expansionist madman, then we're much less likely to negotiate an end to his egregious self-righteous, ends-justify-the means garbage ideology.' Il'ras thought furiously.
"It is my proper title. Most Furlings find that title defines our roles in society. Yours is not so clear." Il'ras stated calmly, giving nothing away.
"My people do not require titles. I only require the rank of High Councilor to assert my authority. Those with title are usually weak men. I have faced presidents, kings, emperors, and gods. All have fallen before my simple title, which might be mistaken for that of a city leader." Amann stated, making it clear his dislike for titles.