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The Ithorian towers over my smaller form, its darkened tough hide reminiscent of a tree. From its dual mouths emits a symphonic voice, "I am Jonah'gah, perhaps you have sought for me?" in a broken common with a thick accent. I nod, while I finish priming my system for the Ksaa. It motions with its large trunk like arms toward a table, further removed and a bit isolated. In its hand is what appears to be some strange drink in a twisted glass. It glitters in the dappling sunlight that manages to pierce this abode.

I take the seat opposite it, I have had precious few dealings with the hammerheads, they did some good after our planet was poisoned. I have always avoided killing one after hearing this tale, but their pacifist ways make them a target and it is very difficult to respect something that can not be roused to defend itself. When we rule the galaxy they will make quite a perfect slave. I scan anyone nearby, just simply noting anyone seeming out of place or a bit too interested in our conversation. No one seems to fit that description so I begin.

"What information do you have for me Jonah'gah?" in my processed voice, subdued a bit. "I am to speak of what is happening here, I am to tell you of an edict that we need to pass. It is somewhat unpopular amongst a few of the clans, we are in desperate need of another mors support to pass the code and allow it to prevail. I told Commandant Vikes that it would likely fail, but he wished me to speak with you. I see no point, it is certain that it will fail," drawing a long drink into its odd mouth. Of course It knows nothing of my purpose other then as a representative, Itio would have seen to that. I nod in thought, "Which of the Mors is most against the proposal?" He finishes his sip and appears to give it some consideration before responding, "The Odoon are firmly against it and have rallied a few others with their coersion. Should they agree it will likely sway some of the others that oppose." I nod in understanding, the Mors are the elders of the ruling seven clans that govern Ammuud. They follow an archaic code of Ammuud that was began after colonization from Thokos. I had read they were quite particular about it and it was occasionally quite an effort to sway them. I can certainly understand why I was dispatched, should any feel that the CSA had a hand in forcing a clans vote then they might begin to garner an independent spirit that the CSA did not need, this needed to be handled delicately indeed.

"Where is the strongholds of the Odoon clan? Where could I find their Mor?" with a devious idea already developing.

"They dwell on the outskirts of the Kappa mountains, east of the capitol. I would not think you could change their mind though. I would recommend another clan, some can be reasoned with," in a tone that suggested it had already tried and knew nothing would come of such a meeting. Pacifist indeed.

"You have been most helpful, I appreciate your insight and knowledge," a hollow compliment, but it would cloud his ideas about my objective here. I await him finishing his drink and listen to his ramblings and ideas about a peaceful resolution, but ignore them entirely. I know how to best bring those that might disagree back into the fold, its just a matter of time.