Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20191202211201/@comment-36309590-20191208065250

The time had come. The time for negotiations, for talks...

For the establishing of dominance.

And so Dreth found himself aboard the Unyielding Valor, standing in the middle of the main console room, watching as six pilots steered the large craft through the twisting pathways of the Vortex. Moving out of the way as a soldier passed by on their retinue patrol, the Seeker let his gaze wander round the crafts interior as there was nothing to see outside save for a practical torrent of colors. The inside of the ship was... hard to describe. In non Time Lord terms anyway. The closest thing it could be articulated to was a massive brass fortress whose hallways led off into incomprehensible directions, like a transdimensional maze, with rooms sprouting off from each one, before they all returned to the same place. That being the main console room, at the center of which lay a massive beast of a control panel, whose time rotor was a beam of pure golden energy rather than an object that moved up and down as the ship travelled.

Granted, such grand displays were something he was used to by now. Ships like these were built to impress, to intimidate, and most importantly, to destroy...

"Heads up!" a soldier yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in the room and disrupting the Seekers thoughts. "We've arrived!"

Dreth nodded, moving over to the main doors alongside the other diplomats and several soldiers, their staser rifles primed. Watching them glide open with a low, almost monotonous whir, Dreth took a deep breath as he and his group were slowly herded out of the capsule and into the sunlit world beyond.

Hopefully everything went well. He hated to imagine what would happen to these people if they decided to be aggressive...