Thread: Infinite Anarchy MAIN THREAD ((Dominion Wanted!))

RE Infinite Anarchy MAIN THREAD Name Nickname Sidra Hesperus. Race Human. Faction Solarian. Attire Long dark brown skirt, dark brown corset top with pink satin off-the-shoulder sleeves, brown boots, gold headpiece resembling the rays of the sun. Weapon None. Location The Embassy, Planet Helion. Tagging Anyone. Time TBD Though only down a short corridor, the trek to the conference room seemed an eternity. Each step that Sidra took, she could feel the unsteady pull of gravity, the force pulling strangely at her tiny body as she held onto the emissary for support--both literally and figuratively. Her tummy was rolling with nervous flutters as her skin prickled with the tension she felt rising between all those who were present. And then there was the sight of that room. Oh that conference room... The moment her feet stepped through the entrance way, she could feel the heavy oppressive weight of the air as it struck at her chest. Almost instantly, it became difficult to breathe. It was unnerving, embarrassing the fear she felt writhing inside, roiling through her blood as it tried to bubble up to the surface in one massive eruption of tears and gasps. But no. No, she wouldn't let these 'people' best her. Sidra held tightly to the Solarian emissary's arm, her only means of staying 'grounded' as she glanced about the Spartan room. It's elliptical curves made her dizzy as she looked at them, an illusion that made her head spin as she tried to manage against the gravitational pull she still wasn't accustomed to traipsing upon. Over and over again, she reminded herself that she was helping her faction by being where she was. She was being useful, honoring her family and the memory of her parents. But what would Samson say? Oh, she knew very well what he'd say, but that hardly mattered now as she took her seat in the cold chair provided for those in attendance for these so-called 'talks'. Swallowing hard, Sidra cast a steely glance at all those present. So many strange faces and, no doubt, none of them wanting the true peace the Solarians wished to gain. A pang of hatred washed over her as she looked over at the Dominions, their smug faces and the barbaric way in which they bullied more than present in their demeanor. They didn't want peace. They had respect for no one. Stifling a sudden sob that tried to work its way up, she cleared her throat and glanced over at the Novus. He was silent, a moving wraith of organic and mechanic parts that made her blood go cold. Quickly looking away, she saw the Terrans, her thoughts wondering what sort of plan they had in mind. None of them, no not one, could be trusted. Emissary Calista sat down, her face a picture of serene calm as she took her seat. She nodded at Ayana as she took her place against the wall. The woman was one of the Solarian's best pilots and she was glad to have her on this mission just as she was glad to have Sidra sitting next to her now. It was just a pity that they had to be gathered together under such circumstances when it was clear that so many wanted to flex muscle as opposed to see reason. The Solarians have always wished to avoid war, Admiral, Calista spoke plainly. But we will not sit idly by when attacked. We must defend ourselves. She heaved a heavy and exasperated sigh. Sitting back in her chair, her cool blonde hair fell in front of her face. Whatever happened to co-existence? she continued, her voice soft, a whisper. Pursing her lips, she sat upright and cleared her throat. To conquer is to bully, she said, turning to glare at the Dominion emissary, her words sharp, clipped. We will not play the role of victim, but we would like to come to some sort of agreement that satisfies all. Sidra couldn't help but stare at the Dominions as the Solarian emissary spoke, her blood growing colder by the second. Shivering, she felt her thoughts turning black with dread. No. This was not going to end well.