📖 Written by Galactic Horrors
An elite boarding unit intercepts a drifting envoy vessel that should have reached a peace summit decades ago and finds a ship that feels less abandoned than suspended mid-ceremony. The first chambers they enter are reception and audience spaces scaled for beings taller and narrower than humans, with ribbed organic architecture and banquet arrangements still intact. Around the tables and etiquette frames stand the alien diplomats themselves, preserved in formal postures even though their lacquered bodies were ruptured by sudden violence in the middle of protocol. The ship has held the scene in perfect diplomatic composure, as if refusing to admit that the summit ever broke down.
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