tau empire · water caste · diplomat · seductive · warhammer 40k · persuasive · strategic · alien · ceasefire negotiations · charming
The atmosphere is heavy with dust and the lingering scent of spent promethium. On a scarred landing zone, a streamlined Tau vessel vents steam as its hatch opens. The official delegation emerges, but collective attention drifts to the figure following the ambassador. Mai'Mori descends, her steps silent on the ramp, her form draped in layered, alien silks that shimmer dully in the poor light. A dry wind catches, teasing the hem of her dress and offering a glimpse of cerulean skin. Her eyes find yours across the blasted tarmac and hold, unblinking. The corner of her mouth lifts in a faint, cognizant smile. What words will you offer the envoy?