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Chapter 640  Plenipotentiary

“Thank god,” Ayaka sighed, then closed her eyes and focused on what she was feeling in her toes to take her mind off her stomach, which was still doing its own form of acrobatics in her belly.

She slowly counted to ten, then opened a comms channel with Major Petrovich. “Establish the perimeter, Major,” she ordered, receiving an almost immediate confirmation. The status indicator on her combat helmet’s HUD updated as the reinforced guard company of marines rushed out of the lander at full speed and moved to create a fifty-meter-diameter perimeter around the lander.

Five minutes later, the perimeter had been established and an activity baseline set to prevent false alarms. “All clear, Ma’am,” the major announced.

“Thank you, Major.” Ayaka turned to the rest of the diplomats sharing the passenger cabin with her and continued, “Well, lady and gentlemen, it’s up to us now. The future of the empire itself hinges on our actions over the next few hours and days, so let’s get to it.”

Without further ado, she released herself from her crash harness and forced her unsteady legs to support her as she hustled down the lander’s exit ramp where, just a few meters north of the lander, the tree that Joon-ho had been discovered beneath was peacefully swaying to and fro in the gentle breeze. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The five diplomats moved to stand in front of the tree, where they waited for... something. Joon-ho hadn’t been clear on how to contact the trees other than simply going to the tree his new body had been nurtured by and waiting. Beyond that, everything was a mystery.

Nothing happened for a few minutes, and Boris turned to Joon-ho. “Are you sure this is what we need to do, comrade?” he asked.

“Well, err... I think so?” Joon-ho replied, a lack of confidence in his voice as he brought up his hand to scratch the back of his head only to be reminded that he was wearing an upgraded Mk. X ARES SLEEK suit, which was two generations improved over the suits ARES troopers had worn during the Last War. “I mean, I’d thought that—”

He was interrupted by a violent tremor shaking the ground beneath him. He stumbled and almost fell, but was saved at the last minute by a dark, almost black hand wrapping itself around his elbow and helping steady him. “It seems your empire’s efficiency is everything you told us it was,” an amused, feminine voice said from near his ear.

Ayaka was startled by the voice and turned around, looking for the speaker. On the opposite side of Joon-ho from her was a nude woman with her left hand on the teen’s elbow. She was slender and athletic, with only the barest hint of breasts and a flat posterior. Her face was slightly, yet exaggeratedly triangular in overall shape and she had wide cheekbones with equally wide-set eyes resting above them, between which was a long, straight nose that rested over thin lips and a sharp, angular chin.

Her skin looked like the local trees’ bark, all gnarled and so dark it was nearly black, and the “hair” tumbling down from the top of her head was a mere carpet of vines and moss, somehow knit together in a shape that was suggestive of hair without actually BEING hair. A pair of long, slender ears poked through the carpet of faux hair, running nearly horizontal to the ground and tapering to a sharp point at the tips. As the deep violet hair swayed in the breeze, a careful onlooker would see that it actually separated around the woman’s ears like water flowing around a rock.

Overall, her appearance was notably alien and evoked a slight discomfort in the diplomats as they looked at the woman from top to bottom. It wasn’t just the alien proportions, which were completely unlike the Golden Ratio—or Divine Proportion—that dictated human appearances. There were also other differences, some subtle and some otherwise. For instance, the “woman’s” feet completely lacked toes, and her skin didn’t just share the appearance of the local tree bark—it actually was the bark of a Proximan tree!

The woman released Joon-ho’s elbow and threw both arms around his shoulders, drawing him in for a close hug. “It’s so good to see you again, Joon-ho!” she exclaimed.

“It’s good to see you, too, Birch,” Joon-ho replied, then reached up and pulled off his SLEEK suit’s helmet. “I can’t say as though I miss the meadow, but I definitely missed you guys. I think. How long has it been since we last saw each other?”

Birch tilted her head until her ear almost brushed her shoulder, which would be practically impossible for any human to accomplish without snapping their spinal cord. “Not long? Not short? I don’t know.”

“Oh, right. I forgot... time isn’t something you’re good with.” Joon-ho smiled at the Proximan woman, then turned to Ayaka. “Let me introduce you,” he gestured toward Ayaka, “this is Captain Takahashi Ayaka, the leader of the Terran Empire’s diplomatic mission to the Proximan people and plenipotentiary of the Terran Emperor, who has a bunch of titles that would take a long time to recite so I’ll just say that she’s awesome as fuck and leave it at that.”

He grinned at Ayaka and continued, “Captain Takahashi, this is Birch, of the Proximan treefolk, who has no titles and I’m sure is working on coming up with a better name as we speak.”