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Jean Grey	The last time the Shi'ar came to Earth, it was with a trio of large battleships and a list of demands. This time (for those who watch such things), it is only ONE large battleship. And it remains outside of the inner solar system, dispatching a smaller consular cruiser to the 3rd planet. This vessel, in turn, is still too large to enter the atmosphere, leading to the final stage in the nesting doll of vessels, a sleek shuttle that makes the final approach to the Atlantic Starport. Although the port is run under a strange patchwork of international agreements, sponsored by Wakanda and Themyscira, the event does not fail to draw consideravble notice from more traditional world powers. A couple dozen nautical miles out, NATO is mysteriously conducting readiness operations, with the USS Gerald Ford, HMS Prince of Wales and the Charles de Gaulle all in attendance. The carrier air groups can be seen flying patrols throughout the day. Clearly, there's a message being sent to the once alien invaders. None of this disuades the Shi'ar craft when it arrives, a silver-skinned craft with a narrow main fuselage and two fixed wings with larger engine nacelles on each side and a trio of stabilizers in the back. Splitting the clouds, the vessel cruises almost noiselessly on whatever advanced propulsion, making an almost direct line for the starport's southern extension, the 'leaf' of the clover-shaped facility designed for precisely this purpose: the landing of ships of non-Earth origin. Aliens! And land they do. Once the craft is over the hangar, it descends via direct vertical flight, and finally touches down. A few moments pass, and then, of course, a ramp slowly extends from a point just a back from the cockpit. After metal touches metal, there is a few moments pause before the footsteps can be heard, and soonafter, a squadron of Shi'ar soldiers march into view. There are in ceremonial metal armor, with the helmets for their feathered head-crests making looking a bit like big silver spades. At their lead is a singularly more impressive figure, the purple-skinned, blue-and-red costumed, caped, and mohawk-bearing Praetor of the Imperial Guard, Kallark the Gladiator. And somewhere further behind him, at the end of the column of soldiers that follows, the robed and much more aged form of another Shi'ar male.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost is there with the mutants present, a representative from Xavier's. Emma is wearing a very gorgeous outfit. To some, at least. IT consists of a cascade of diamonds arranged over her body to make an almost translucent tapestry, something covering her as if a veil of stars. Small bits of diamond are arranged over her like fishnets, giving the appearance of being made out of the materials.     The gown clings to her as well as showing off flesh despite it going all the way down her body. She has on a set of white opera gloves, high heels, and stockings to fit. Emma herself appears to be quite happy and relaxed as she would listen to things. Then she's glancing over at the arriving Shi'ar craft. While going to review in her mind diplomatic protocols. Those of Earth and what little they have necessarily of Shi'Ar ones.
Diana Prince	Diana was the instigator of this entire project being orchestrated. The Starport was a passion project designed in hopes of giving off-worlders a place to know where they belong when they arrive at Earth's doorstep. She'd seen countless scenarios where alien visitors had come to Earth with non-hostile intentions, and not had a proper place to settle their vehicles. This site was meant to solve that. Hopefully. The Princess of Themyscira is in attendance tonight, waiting off the edge of the landing platform that the visitors were directed to. She's wearing her Eagle Armor, with a red shawl wrapped around her shoulders, her hair, and shawl flowing in the wind coming up, and offer of the ocean waters down below. She stands with her armored boots slightly apart, her hands at her sides, no weapons... save for the presence of the Golden Lasso of Truth, hanging from the leather harness on her right hip. She shows a reserved smile to the alien people arriving here and now, offering them a gesture of her people when they are closely enough for it. The criss-crossed arm gesture, and a slight bow of her chin.
Morgan Finn	Morgan Finn, dressed in the full armor of Wonder Boy, and carrying a bo-staff, stands beside Diana. He seems...calm but on edge still somehow. This situation is a first for him and he neither wishes to embarrass Earth or, even worse, Diana. He glances to his mentor and offers a small, nervous smile.     "I wonder what they're like," he murmurs to Diana in a low voice. "I'm nervous."     The teen demigod watches the Shi'ar as they exit their advanced craft. His attention is now riveted on them.
Jessica Drew	The dark-haired woman with mile-long legs and black heels wears a well-cut conservative suit in black. Jessica's sartorial choices are far from the tactical suit she sported at her last encounter with Jean Grey and far happier circumstances. Although not an official SHIELD representative, she is undoubtedly among the "interested parties." Despite the guarantees of it being a diplomatic meeting, the well-cut jacket conceals an ICER, the most benign of weapons, in an underarm holster. "There they are!" she whispers, turning to the man next to her.
Michael Erickson	It's a nice spaceport. Say what you want about the technological level of Earth, there is something that the people here have that the Empire simply does not, and that is artistic style. Michael, of course, doesn't care about that. He's seen many different spaceports on many different worlds - not to take away from this monumental affair that Diana of Themyscira has put together, of course. In another situation, he would be congratulatory. But there is a ship coming, a ship that brings with it people of his own species. People that, when last the Shi'ar came to Earth, he killed without hesitation in breach of every oath that he had given since birth on the galaxies-distant Shi'ar homeworld. So. He has to be here, he does. But for Michael Erickson, a very human name for he who was born Cal'hatar of Chandilar, Scion of House Atlex, disaster is something that could be dispensed with a single displaced word.     Which he refuses to dispense. Words, that is. He's going to stand there in the crowd, dressed in a plain gray suit, mixing with the dignitaries. Melting in with the crowd, as he was trained to. Wondering if they'll see him, hoping it will not be a problem. Ready, of course, if it is.     "I see it," he murmurs to Jessica, next to whom he stands. Gives the woman a flat, small smile. "Newer model diplomatic cruiser, must be. The nacelles weren't always so large." So clinical, disinterested. But his eyes are set upon the incoming ship with hard interest.
Peter Parker	Off to the side, in the spot designated for the press coverage, is a young man, or older boy, depending upon your point of view. He is wearing a plaid button down shirt beneath a brown sweater vest and a pair of dark brown khakis. Hanging around his neck is the strap for what appears to be a fairly elaborate camera. He slips this way and that among the crowd of reporters and other photographers, trying to catch a glimpse of something relevant. The ship, of course, but he seems to be spending as much time photographing some of the various celebrities that are in attendance. Once he finds a convenient spot, slightly away from the ship, Peter brings the camera to his eyes and adjusts the zoom. It is aimed at the delegation from Xavier's. The woman bedecked in white and glittering like a diamond earns several snaps with his best zoom. And then he turns his attention to some of the other dignitaries. After ducking quickly through the crowd, seemingly everywhere in the span of about four minutes, he seems to have had his fill of taking photos. He maneuvers his way towards the front of the peanut gallery and leans over a bit, straining to hear the snippets of conversation. As if once the photography was concluded, he converted into simply an interested party to the proceedings. A very interested party.
Tabitha Smith	On one hand, it's the spaceport, she might get to go back into the great deep final frontier all up in yonder. That's always awesome. The other hand, it's the Shi'ar. She might have some mixed feelings there. But she managed to tag along with the contingent from the Xavier institute and even managed to mix form and function in her outfit. Sure it looks like an off the shoulder minidress in pink and white. The white running down her back and torso from the low neck like to the hem terminating mid thigh. Her legs covered with white stockins and moving down to a pair of knee high boots, mostly white with pink wedge heels and zippers along the back from her actual heels on up. The only indicator she's even flying the flags visually is a pink collar around her neck. Small spikes and leather with a pendant shaped like an explosions with a red X in front of it. Blonde hair kept in a ponytail via white scrunchy, swishes against er shoulders while cat eye glasses in red with yellow lenses keep her vision in check. "I keep telling myself I'm gonna have a good time. But damn if this doesn't make me nerveous as all get out." she mutters quietly while she tries to not look awkward walking on heels. "God I hope the bar has a decent spread." she adds and akwardly nibbles her lower lip/
Jean Grey	Of course, Earth has sent many representatives beyond three of its own largest warships; the greeting hall is filled with a variety of dignitaries and representatives of various news organizations, the latter having no doubt battled for access to the event. They crowd forward to the rope barriers that designate their areas. Among them, one poor Peter Parker may be tossled and pushed, although the fact that he's focusing on some of the heroic greeters rather than the alien delegation may help his case, as most are far more interested in these intergalactic visitors, a hundred camera flashes going off in Gladiator's face as he strides forward. The Praetor's inclusion is no doubt a statement in and of itself. For those debriefed on the battle at the Watchtower, the leader of the Shi'ar vanguard is rumored to have brawled to a stalemate - twice - with none other than Superman himself, the greatest of Earth's heroes. On this day, he carries himself with the same look of stoic determination that he brought to that battle. There is no visible hatred for a group that includes once-enemies like Diana of Themyscira, and no hesitation. Indeed, it is the Princess who he looks to as he leads the marching Shi'ar troops to whatever pre-determined point and halts, meeting her gaze. A moment later, he mimics her gesture, albeit with some slight variation (his fists brought in against his chest) and bows his head slightly. Then he straightens to speak. "Defenders of Earth. On behalf of the Shi'ar Imperium, I present First Minister Araki, Chancellor to her Imperial Majesty the Majestrix Lilandra Neramani. We come peacefully, in the spirit of cooperation, and to further dialogue with your planet and its people, who have distinguished themselves in deeds beyond the scope of a world so young. We acknowledge this place," and he makes a sweeping gesture to indicate the landing bay, "as proof of your intention to enter into universal affairs, and would hope to take the honor of being the first to welcome you into that wider community."
Emma Frost	Now Emma's going to pay strict attention over to the members of the Imperial Guard. Gladiator himself gets a very, very cautious look at the alien warrior that can match the most powerful beings in the galaxy on raw strength and can fight the mightiest beings on Earth to a stalemate. He's the one to watch in the evening. If only to see how far things go and how well they test. A telepathic message is roped over in to Michael <<Since you're the one familiar here, I'll be asking you to give us general personnel briefings on them as they go active and speak about. if there's anything we should particularly observe, do let us know>> As Gladiator goes to speak, Emma goes to give him her full attention and nod politely.
Diana Prince	A small glance is given to Morgan beside her, Diana showing the young man a smile too. She then just looks back to the delegation as they draw near, and return gestures of greeting. With her hands back at her sides, Diana nods softly to the speaker. "We are ... beyond honored... for you to be our first off-world visitors to this site. We hope that such an occasion can better push Earth toward being apart of the affairs of the greater civilizations beyond our lonesome star system." The Ambassador of Themyscira says in return. She raises a hand, and motions toward the others present. "We have many representitives from many of Earth's best defense teams on-hand this evening to welcome you. The planet, as a whole, is very excited for the prospect of what's to come from our world's making exchanges such as this one. We are all eager to make these kind of meetings far more common place." A Themysciran detachment of mounted warriors is visible around the starport too, as flooded as it is with activity, the mounted Warrior women surely do stand out in their ceremonial armor, with some of them holding the flags of their island society as well.
Jessica Drew	Leaving Michael's side, Jess edges through the crowd to get a closer look at the Shi'ar in their official diplomatic attire. She looks back at Michael comparing the radical changes he submitted to in order to live undercover. A tiny smile lifts one side of her mouth. Feathers do nothing for her.
Morgan Finn	The looks from his mentor, Diana, goes a long way toward calming the nervous Morgan. He looks like he wants to simultaneously scream and giggle. When Diana starts addressing the Shi'ar, it's clear the teen has *no* idea what to do. He stands even straighter, and grips his obsidian-colored, ceremonial bo-staff with silver-shod ends even tighter in his hands.     No way in hell he's going to talk to these alien visitors and make a total ass of himself, so instead he just sort of nods respectfully. If Diana wants him to talk, she'll let him know. Until then trap = shut!
Tabitha Smith	Slow steps taken, Tabitha tries to make it look deliberate and not just working to keep from falling on her butt. At least she has one ability that helps. To fake it till you make it. smiles to Mikael and then to Emma knocking it out of the park like usual. <<Emma you always know how to make a girl that may or may not have had her appearance cosmically augmented look under dressed.>> Once the entrances and greetings get under way she also manages to shut her mouth before she blurts something out. at least everyone is behaving, probably better than the blonde woman scritching the crook of one elbow with the hand of the other arm. <<Should have pregamed for this.>> she thinks aloud. The Themysciran contingent gets some big wide eyes and a wow because, frankly, badass and Tabby can be very easily impressed with so much of a whiff of anything Amazonian.
Michael Erickson	They might not do anything for Jessica, but Michael misses the crest with which he was born. The sight of the functionaries only makes him remember how they looked, the rich blackness of them, how they once fell over his shoulders. Erased, now, replaced by the black crystal strands that approximates human keratin. He sighs, despite himself, and is grateful for the sudden intrusion of Emma's glacial mental voice.     < They bring the Praetor. That is enough of a statement. He is their Superman. The First Minister seems proper as well. >
Jean Grey	At Gladiator's introduction, the elderly-looking Shi'ar moves forward through the columns of soldiers, his long robes brushing the still shiny-new hangar floor as he approaches. "Thank you Kallark," he tells the Praetor and apparent herald when he reaches him, gently touching one of his broad shoulders. "And likewise, I extend my thanks to all the people of Earth for your hospitality," he continues, turning his address to the crowd. "I have no doubt we will find many opportunities for cooperation in the future, and for our own part aspire toward helping your planet navigate its upcoming journey." As he speaks, so too does Gladiator, although his voice has now dropped from its prior booming level to suggests a slightly more personal kind of conversation. "You and yours acquited yourselves very well at our last meeting," he addresses Diana, his voice "We would be honored to know you better. Several other guardsmen accompany the mission," no doubt they put him out front just for the show of it, "and we have been informed that this place hosts various cultural and cullinary exemplars. I think we would be curious to sample them... as our duties allow." Did budget Superman just ask to see the food court? Is he gonna try the Taco Bell? Regardless, once the grand entrances have been made and the ceremonial greetings delivered, things quickly... well, bog down into precisely what you would expect. Behind Diana, a dozen others wait to greet the First Minister. They range from a UN Ambassador to several national diplomats, a NASA chief, and of course members of the Superhero community. At the back of the X-bunch, oddly avoidant of the spotlight, a red-headed woman is pushing a bald man in a chair. And almost all of them seem intent on meeting Araki to greet him personally. Behind him, the last bits of the Shi'ar party have disembarked, including what seems to be a corps of aides to the Minister and several other unusually-garbed members of more assorted alien species: other members of the Imperial Guard.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost goes to now warily watch the Imperial Guar.d She's seen things and heard things. And she has no wish to cross blades again in any type, metaphorical or literal. So she goes to watch over at the other members of the Xavier contingent.. Whiel looking out of the corner of her eye to try and spot the various members of the Guard that were no doubt overon overwatch duty themselves. SHe's expecting some of their own security to be doing the same. And looks for the schoolteacher Shi'Ar at Xavier's to see if he's making any sort of motions. Emma's arms are folded together as she makes a point of not scanning minds, even as she's starting to head along towards some of the food. Diplomacy is going to be fascinating.. Particularly if they get to any sort of trade or corporate rights. As the sole entrepreneur here she's hoping to get some level of.. Shall we call it primary access to the market? Aka 'dibs'.
Ruth Aldine	Behind Tabitha Smith and Emma Frost is another local. Her hair has been, well, washed-ish, though it remains limp and black. Her blindfold of the day is actually clean white linen instead of 'some crap that fit over her face' and she is wearing a reasonably well pressed women's formal suit, with a puce blazer and skirt (she insisted, even if you'd think it wouldn't matter) and a white blouse with a little 'X' brooch at the throat. "So I guess I ought to do the 'I think I see, sorry, something bad comin'' thing more often," Ruth says very quietly to Boom-Boom, but that's probably not her REAL purpose in being here. Even so, the fact that she isn't yet having a grand mal seizure is probably going to support any plays Emma makes! So far.
Michael Erickson	< The Guard assemble, > Michael think-speaks to Emma, even as he turns from the assembly to give his attention to Jessica; she, at least, knows the Guard as well as he does, having shot at a few herself. < I do not anticipate violence, here. The eyes of the galaxy are upon this meeting, in some measure. They weaken themselves through any treachery. Just be wary of any vengeful parties from /this/ planet who might try attack them. > He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his false, false hair, and summons up another thin smile for the dark-haired spider.     "They've reserved the same sort of ambassadorial body they would for much larger worlds," he tells Jessica, still keeping his former people in his peripheral view. "It shows honor. And it gives Earth solid acknowledgement in the eyes of the galactic powers. They're being good losers, for certain."
Diana Prince	A soft smile rests on Diana's lips at the response that she garners from the Shi'ar representitives. She bows her head ever-so-slightly before she glances toward Morgan. "Morgan, why don't you show our Guest here to the culinary portions of the Public Rotunda?" Wonder Woman asks of one of her little Wonder-pals. "We have many restaurants opening up here, some are not yet ready, while others are .. well.. I'm sure eager to let you sample as much as you would enjoy." Diana further tells the Gladiator-Superman-knockoff. She puts a hand on Morgan's arm then and gives it a reassuring squeeze, almost like she can sense his discomfort already.
Peter Parker	For his part, Peter Parker has neither the skills nor the interest in negotiating with any aliens. Instead, he is moving about, snapping as many photographs as he possibly can. Aliens. Amazons. Mutants. They all are subjected to his lens. He shifts around, carefully trying to get photos of some of the heroes without the starport in the backdrop. Nothing says he can't hold some back for a rainy day. JJJ will _always_ pay for a photo of Wonder Woman. And the woman in the diamond dress...perhaps he might save that for himself. For his upcoming art portfolio! Minds out of the gutter, people.
Tabitha Smith	People mingle. Tabby seems to unclnech just a little. No one's being all 'Death to Somebody' yet. Tabby hasn't talked to anyone not packing an X-Gene so far. "Ruth honey. We should really take you sunglass shopping. Get that secret service look going with that suit. Which is awesome by the way!" she states with a very approving tone and smile. "C'mon. We should see if the Shi'ar back field. You know there attaches and little fish in this big wide pond of a galaxy if they can recommend any good bars and clubs for when we finally get back to their space. Maybe they brought some hooch. Do they have weed?" she ponders and offers to guide the woman in the codenamesaked blindfold to tag along and maybe one of them can be the behaved one.
Morgan Finn	All at once, the teen demigod loses his composure. He looks at Diana with a shocked expression on his face. He's followed her into battle many times, but this...this is the worst mission she has ever assigned him. "I what... I should...."     Clearing throat, Morgan looks at Gladiator. He swallows heavily and nods his head respectfully. "Sir, if you or your delegation are hungry, I'd be honored to show you to some good food choices. I'm also a sous-chef at the Themysciran Embassy, learning how to be a chef."     Morgan looks to Diana with a How-Did-I-Do look, then back to Gladiator. One can almost feel him trying not to piss his pants.
Jessica Drew	Real-time and close-up with the guard Jess had fought do nothing for her appetite. She leaves the diplomacy in the skilled hands of the Princess of Themiscyra whom she admires. Though she appreciates Shia'ar hutzpah, she returns Michael's thin smile with one of her own, wondering how it must feel to face his kind after leaving them so definitively. "They know how to play the long game admirably well," she replies and then folds her arm under his. "Shall we stroll the food court?"
Jean Grey	When Gladiator is foisted off on Diana's companion, his expression... well, he doesn't exactly smile. But he hasn't smiled much at all. Maybe it's all fine. Maybe he, like JJJ, is a bit keen on Wonder Woman and might have preferred a personal tour."Is this boy your apprentice, then?" Now, he regards Morgan with curiousity. Intense, POWERFUL, 'is he worthy for such training or would he snap like a twig?' scrutiny. It is a little unnerving, and he's already unnerved? Then, finally: "I must attend the First Minister a little longer," Kallark declares. "But some of my comrades have been given leave to explore and conduct 'cultural exchange.' You will accompany them." Upside: Morgan doesn't have to babysit a guy who put new craters on the moon. Downside? A few moments later he's accosted by several of these so-called comrades, who prove an even stranger and more eclectic group. Two are visibly human-like, although they wear odd costumes. One is green-skinned and purple haired. Another blue, with antenae on his forehead. Another looks somewhat feral, with fur around most of his face, clawed hands, and jewelry made out of teeth! "So how is human food hunted and prepared?" Oh boy! A dude with big red goggles is with them, but he looks like he's checking out Tabitha as she leads Ruth. Similarly, as Peter searches for good pictures, he discovers some competition for Emma's outfit in the form of a pale-skinned, jet-haired alien woman with the other members of the guard, wearing a very swimsuit like uniform. Some things are the same everywhere in the universe, it seems! Finally, there's one final suprise, delivered to Emma directly. Although she's holding back from doing anything intrusive, she's suddenly met by an echo of a voice, which follows not long after Michael's own thoughts in her direction. Could they have been overheard? << It is polite of you not to pry, but it leaves me without anything to do. >> Meanwhile, Araki is doing boring things, greeting and glad-handing one official after another. Eventually, he joins the small party with the figure in the wheelchair, who he greets with what seems like a greater degree of familiarity.
Michael Erickson	"A turn around the promenade?" Jessica's words bring a new smile to Michael's lips, this one small, but much more genuine. Slanted into a half smirk. "I cannot deny such a beguiling host. But let us not tarry too close to our guests." He departs, then, leading her off about said buffet zone, always an eye kept on the 'aliens'. Makes notes of species, equipment, that sort of thing. The soldier and the spy in him working endlessly even as the man walks with a beautiful woman on his arm. Not using your brain for creativity leaves it open for that much more tactical thinking, or so a Shi'ar warrior might say.
Emma Frost	Ah, lovely there. The sensation of an alien telepath is rather different. They think differently, their thoughts shift differently. They have different patterns of training to htemselves. It makes them ironically stand out more. OF course, the converse is true and that is probably why she's able to pick up Emma's quiet messages sent back and forth. Emma goes to casually take a goblet of wine. <<Oracle, I presume?>> She would muse. <<And this is an occasion that will mark a large change for Earth and it taking it's place in interstellar affairs.>> Seh would look relaxed. <<Do try some of the refreshments, darling. And I've been leaving your ambassadors and escorts to their own devices. I've not done anything to invade thier privacy or suggest anything>> She would go on. <<And I have been following proper diplomatic etiquette. Forgive me, I've not had much luck finding details of Shi'Ar courtly protocols>>
Diana Prince	Diana continues to smile lightly toward Gladiator before she looks between him, and Morgan. "Morgan Finn here is an apprentice, yes. I do not take on apprentices that I do not have full faith in their ability to keep up with the trials, and tribulations that I-- and the Justice League --must face on a nearly daily basis. He is very promising in his training thus far." She says with pride on her voice toward the young Wonder Boy. "I will catch up with you soon too." She tells them BOTH then before she moves off toward that redhead in the crowd, with the bald older man in the wheelchair...
Ruth Aldine	"You ain't even met half of them at all and you already (yes) want to sell them weed," Ruth says quietly (perhaps semi-telepathically) to Tabitha. "You really are country. Anyway I went over, pardon, this one, you know that." A pause, "Maybe, hm. Maybe out there, nobody'd care." Ruth's face lifts up slightly. "Huh." Ruth then suddenly grabs Tabitha's shoulder which is used as an anchor as she leans herself first back, then twisting around at an oblique angle, ALL the way forwards - hard enough to arc up a leg - which suddenly puts her face into the edge of a frame of one of Peter's shots, just enough to occlude the left breast of that really sexy alien. She has a hand stuck out and she's throwing the horns as she does it. "Hey," Ruth comments to the goggle-having fellow near her as she continues to walk around, raising her arms to fold loosely in front of her, "what's, pardon, what's your name? You like Earth?"
Morgan Finn	Gladiator's comments definitely find their way under Morgan's skin. He holds his tongue and stands there gripping his bo-staff in his hands tightly. Recently, Morgan has been learning to control his newest ability: budding super strength. Sometimes he's good at it, and then there is now. A cracking noise is heard and the bo-staff literally snaps like a twig in the teen demigod's hands.     First the color drains from Morgan's face as he realizes that he has done. Then his face goes red with embarrassment. Why did he even get out of bed today? Trying to nonchalantly set the two pieces of broken bo-staff aside like it was, you know, supposed to happen that way, Morgan turns to meet the flurry of aliens who pepper him with question.     "Uh, well, if you guys want to...want to come this way, I can take you to the food court. Do you guys have deep fried chili dogs where you're from?"
Jessica Drew	Like others in the crowd, Jess takes special note of the client species that the Shi'ar include in their entourage. It rankles her that they are included though she knows from Michael that it is a standard diplomatic grouping that even pays homage to Earth. She leans into his shoulder to comment quietly, "How I bet they wish we were one of their client races. Isn't this just another move toward the next attempt?" The agent straightens as they pass one of the lesser Shi'ar sent out to mix with the masses. Then, a laugh erupts from her that she quickly stifles when she catches a full on photobomb of one of the photographer's shots.
Tabitha Smith	"Buy it, sell it. It's good entreprenual spirit. And also like cultural exchanged Ruth my dear!" Tabby eyes the guy with the goggles and flits a wink at the man. And the seemingly swimsuited Shi'ar agent in the crowd. That one even gets a kiss blown her way and Tabby's empty hand against her own cheek with thumb and pinky out in a 'Call me' gesture. The Themyscirans all get a similar if collective gesture as the Shi'ar lady while Tabby soon chuckles at Parker's focus on the Princess. "Maybe finally the Bugle can publish something positive about a hero for a change. Tabloid perving as the editing might be." Tabby having mixed feelings about news media as much as she does the Shi'ar. But at least there's some hope for change there. "Ruth, we should totally photobomb the guy. Give the Princess some space from the camera flashes." she ponders and never seems to keep a single plan in motion. But With Ruth using the blonde in the tiny pink and white dress to steady herself and start doing just that the blonde who is sometimes very much behind everyone in planning, Boom-Boom just giggles and joins in throwing horns like the women were at a metal concert and not a diplomatic function. The Shi'ar agents getting more smiles. "Tried the bar yet? We've got some pretty good variety in alcohol. How much kick in comparison to yours I dunno but we should totally compare. You guys smoke? Or inhale stuff at least?" someone is picturing a Shi'ar with a bong.
Michael Erickson	"Not with the new Majestrix," Michael replies to Jess as they walk. "It would be far more trouble than it would be worth. Earth is a nest full of angry thermonuclear bees." A beat, and he squints at Jessica a moment. "Bees that look incredible in black, apparently. Did you have that tailored?"
Peter Parker	There is a mutterance of frustration from Peter Parker as somehow people keep getting in the way of his money shots. You know, the ones that JJJ will pay big money for. Aliens, superheroes, that sort of thing. He shifts back from the front line, wondering if perhaps there is a better way. He glances around and locates a pole, and slips through the crowd to get there. He slowly starts to shimmy up the pole a little bit. Not to the top, just enough to get an angle above the rest of the photographers jockeying for angles. It may be precarious, and perhaps risky, but anything to get a possible front page photo!
Jessica Drew	After a blink and a sidelong glance at Shi'ar at her side, "Oh, you are smooth. And you noticed." Jess maneuvers them so they can keep the main entourage in view. "Think they have sushi? Will any of the food here give them a turn?" With a mischievous glint lighting her emerald eyes, "I hope they knew better than to have a fried chicken stand."
Jean Grey	If Gladiator thinks anything of a snapping stick, he only shows it through a very slight raising of his eyebrows, before he turns to accompany Diana off with the party of big-timers. Morgan is left to his odd company. "We have several kind of quadruped beasts on Lupak that share similarities with what the planetary database indicates is an Earthian 'dog,'" the feral fellow explains to his newly-appointed host. "They are swift and fierce, but mostly their meat is very lean. But perhaps yours are better, especially with this 'chili'?" He looks enthusiastic, licking his sharp teeth! "Vril-Rokk," introduces the alien who doesn't look very alien but nonetheless has very cool and prominent eyewear. That is his title now. "Or, to some, Smasher!" Apparently they also do funny names in space, along with oddly revealing battlewear for roughly one-half of their number. "You might call me the second-in-command of this little outfit. Anyway, I like this place, yeah. It seems like a nice planet, as, you know, pre-FTL societies go. Last time I was here, well, that was really unfortunate, but you humans seem like good people. So no hard feelings, yeah? Just a job, and a shitty boss. I bet you've got those here too!" He comes off in rather friendly fashion, almost strangely so. "You two ladies part of your Earth Guard, or whatever you call it? What sort of powers you got?" Is this leading to a bit of 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours?' The odd photobombing may bother some of the reporters, although the aliens also seem fairly... unfamiliar with the relevant etiquette. Indeed, the one in the swimsuit pauses to turn toward Tabitha when she interjects herself. "Am I to pose for an image recording?" It goes on like this, with a variety of little micro cultural misunderstandings and the like. Nothing that causes any laser gun battles! The worst is perhaps a strange glare that Michael catches in passing as several of the armored troopers pass by as part of their procession, one of them clearly marking him and taking the time to make eye contact. But that's as bad as it gets! Even on the telepathic side, things are peaceful. <<Shi'ar etiquette is exceedingly complex, so the decision was made to largely dismiss many of our formal procedures and adopt Earth protocols for the visit. Giving the last encounter, the Majestrix wishes with all fervent hope for this meeting to go well. Thus, some allowences are made, even for a primitive species.>> The other upside of telepathic communication? You can make catty remarks without them getting blabbed all over the local news!
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go to fold her hands togehter over at her conversational companion <<But of course. I do thank you for properly adhering to acceptable etiquette. It's good to see that the Empire can handle such things for formal occasions.>> Now's the time to see how much they can be baited over and how far they can be pushed as she doesn't try and pry into the other telepath's brain. <<And I wouldn't mind to pick yoru mind sometime. I'm sure we have a great deal of techniques that we could learn from one another. I'm impressed that a species with such primitive telepathic abilities can handle conversation. We must make allowances after all>>
Diana Prince	The Amazon riders that are patrolling the starport grounds are doing so in groups of two. Their horses are even in ceremonial armor, with a host of different kinds of shining weapons adorning the equine's saddles. The billowing crimson capes of the riders whip side to side in the varying winds coming up from the warm ocean waters. Diana is with the main group, walking beside Charles now as the older man speaks. She moves past the young Peter Parker and offers the people standing there taking photos a wave, and a smile. A good chance for a photo for the old grumpy boss!
Ruth Aldine	Ruth straightens up a little. She answers Tabitha telepathically, and Tabitha can probably tell the 'sound mix' is a little different. This is because Ruth is, on purpose, making herself really easy to 'overhear' even if it is not an actual transmission into the brains of the assorted humans around them. <<I did it for his own good. If he got that shot he'd have made too much money and then he'd've become a voyeur and then he'd get in too deep with that and in two years he'd be dead in the street.>> Ruth leaves out the other part of this sudden glittering thread, which was that instead in two years this guy (who is, in Ruth's perceptions, just a sort of pleasant blob that she's sort of associating with 'Tom Cruise but nice' for some reason) will be sprawled out in the street the same way, BUT: Facing exactly the other direction, AND: all the blood will instead be Texas barbeque sauce. All of it. "Hi Vril-Rokk, I'm Ruth Aldine," says Ruth to the guy. She pauses, though, because - He's got another name, Ruth thinks. Well, why don't I. I should -- Ah! D-- no; no, not yet, too soon, might never... And she might... and SHE would definitely take offense so I gotta wait until she's dead or something -- Farseer, no... Muad'dib, Dust'd pick funna me... Antici, that one's funny but nobody's gonna get it except -- God dammit I am not marrying that guy on that -- - she answers him with a telepathic whisper, <<But my real name...>> Dramatic pause. OK Ruth pull the trigger here, this one's a crux. You got Destiny, Antici, and -- I need a third, what's the third. It's right in front of my face, what the hell does that mean. Tabitha? I'm going to confuse everyone and I already do that enough. Vril-Rokk? That probably means 'space monkey nuts' or something in an alien language. I - <<Is Blindfold,>> Ruth concludes, with a feeling sort of like a wink. "This one's sorta hard to, sorry, explain but I can see things, like, no, not like, hold on," she says, pressing the heel of her palm into her forehead. "Things are shifting a little, it's... Did someone just get married or something? -- Okay, yes, there's the - yes - okay, sorry bout that, I can see things, like I was saying," Ruth concludes.
Michael Erickson	The look given him is felt more than seen - but it isn't missed. Still, Michael doesn't look away to the troopers, instead keeping his attention on Jess as they go. "I'm half tempted to recommend KFC as a place for them to visit," he says in a moment of cattiness himself. "There's a Colonel in charge! They'd think it interesting to see how an establishment helmed by a military man might go." There are images in his mind, and they bring a fierce, sudden smile to his lips. But it fades quickly enough. Instead, he pauses, and puts his arm around Jessica's waist entire. Murmurs something in her ear.
Morgan Finn	Morgan, despite his rough start, turns out to be a good host. He takes all of the delegates' odd questions in stride and shifts into a mode of hospitality. He is an Olympian demigod. Social and physical activities are squarely in his wheelhouse. He goes from place to place in the food court, showing the delegates his favorite (decidedly unhealthy) foods. His very favorite thing is Coke, and he presents it to the delegates like it was the food of the gods!
Jessica Drew	Jess's eyes narrow in laughter at Michael's catty sallies. "Perfect, they will like the military theme despite the grease. Don't they do the photo ops well, Michael?" Jess eyes the main group of dignitaries, gaze moving to the prancing horses and scarlet flag of the rider's wind-whipped cloaks. "They'll be surprised when there are no horses at the next diplomatic reception. Look they do have sushi. This makes my day."
Tabitha Smith	"Vril-Rokk? Awesome name!" Boomie states very approvingly of it and the code name. "I'm Tabitha Smith. But currently when I'm working I go by Boom-Boom." she offers back with a smile. "We're with yo know, those folks..." Tabby gestures to the man in the wheel chair. "Was kinda there when the last Majestor bit it and landed the current lady incumbent the job." she states with a smile. "Empress Lilandra seems cool!" she adds and hmms when the mention of showing off powers goes. There's looks to the Professor, Jean, Emma having her psychic conversation. There's also looks to the Themysciran guards. Does Tabby want to get tackled by buff warrior women? cause that's how you get tackled by buff warror women. There's a look to Ruth and Tabby nods her head with a grin <<Better safe than sorry. Poor guy. Porbably gonna get chewed out.>> she mentally chats back to blind fold. <<You could have gone with Foresight?>> she offers before she looks up at Vril-Roxx. Theres a spacing of her hands apart, a foot between each and both helf vertically as a few marble sized balls of glowing plasma float in circles in the air between hands, glowing brightly and then after a second or too popping like firecrackers. Nothing that could harm anyone but just make some noise. "Not much really of a power isn't it!" she states down playing herself and how much Boom can boom a boom.
Peter Parker	A perfect opportunity for just the shot that JJJ wants, as Peter stands there, camera at the ready, as the statuesque Amazon strides past him. He sees the smile, and he returns one of his own, cheeks tinged in pink, his eyes turned down slightly. He feels his pulse race - who wouldn't, at getting a smile from Wonder Woman! He nods in acknowledge and quietly mouths, "Thank you," to her, raising the camera in salute, as his eyes continue to follow her progress with Charles. It is not until she winks out of view, behind another group, that Peter realizes he failed to press the button to take even one photo of her as she passed by.
Jean Grey	<<I am not Shi'ar,>> the voice in Emma's mind informs her. <<My race, unlike the Shi'ar or your own, is /ALL/ naturally telepathic. My post in the Guard is due to my much stronger than average abilities.>> There's definitely some kind of mental measuring contest going on, blissfully out of sight and out of mind (literally) of the rest of the guests. <<But such talents are present among the Shi'ar as well. After all, is that not how her Majesty came to know of your people in the first place? Reaching through the cosmos to one of your greatest minds?>> Here, the sneering 'tone' is somewhat in decline. <<I am curious to the mechanics of such an event. It seems an unlikely meeting even for the very strongest.>> Smasher is left considering Ruth's explanation of her abilities. "Married? I mean the rumor is a lot of this," and he makes a broad gesture indicating their ship, and then the delegation with Araki, Diana, and ESPECIALLY Xavier as well as whoever else, "is happening because uh, well, the Majestrix took a human as an official consort. So maybe that's it?" Blab, much? "So you just kind of know stuff like that? Hmmm... ah, yeah. I get it, kinda. I think we have one of those." Like powers came in catalogues! Because his sort of do. "Well, there's a lady that supposedly can see the future kinda. Haven't really spent any time together in the field, though. She works for intelligence." One would expect! "Cool name, though. Maybe I should go by 'Exospec!'" He turns to Tabitha, still smiling. "She seems like an upgrade from the brother, but if you ask me," and he makes a show of talking extra-quiet, "the whole family's kinda nuts. They have us fighting her sister, now! The family drama never ends." The boom-display, though? He's all about that. "Oh, nice! I can do eye-rays." From the goggles? What a shock. Whatever trouble with the passing guardsman, well... it passes. With the guardsman. Whatever ire, whatever ill feelings are communicated, they do not seem to rise to the level of larger diplomatic mission. Which seems to be going well, at least for now. Who knows what sort of deals will take place behind closed doors. But the Shi'ar touring the station all seem to be enjoying themselves. Morgan might be in a little over his head, and yet he manages on. Fang proves a picky eater, though fond of various offerings, even if the hot-dogs are not actually made of dog. Another one of their party eats ravenously of EVERYTING offered. He may put some of these new starport franchises out of business before they've even opened!
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would fold her fingers <<Oh, you are then?>> She would go to just put over in the equivalent of an emotional smile over the chatter the two were sharing and just cock her head over and smile. <<From what you're displaying, I couldn't tell. I would be more than happy to offer assistance with training for you to take back to your planet. As an educator, I feel it's my duty to help others. And I would treausre litlte more than helping to pass along instruction and training in the arts of the mind to a species that clearly need the aid. It would be an honor over>>     Going to exchange the barbs, Emma goe sto maintain her surveillance of the room and would be smile. <<And yes, Earth does have some of the most powerful and skilled teleapths in the galaxy. Among many other unique wonders of the cosmos here>>
Diana Prince	Diana is none the wiser that the poor photographer in Peter Parker failed to get his photos! She just keeps on keeping on, passing by and stepping over to some of the people to answer some questions from the journalists on site today for this occasion. "No, I know that there was rumors that people believed we were building a space-based Starport. I guess the word itself confuses people." Diana says with a light laugh. "Airports are not in the air, is all I can say to that." She's joking of course, playing off the rumors about the facilities here. "In truth, the Justice League has a base on the Moon, and this is meant to be a place ... for Earth itself to welcome travelers far, and wide, to our beautiful swirling ball of blue." The Princess smiles then again before she starts onward again, rejoining the others. She passes by Michael and Jessica, offering them a soft smile too before approaching Charles Xavier once more to rest a hand on his shoulder and speak softly down to him about something.
Ruth Aldine	"Well, 'the future' is not, like, pardon, I don't - no - sorry, sorry," Ruth exhales, hard enough to make her cheeks puff out. "I mean it's not something I can just say like what she does," she concludes, pointing at Boom-Boom to the point of almost sticking her pointer finger in the other woman's nose. But it's an almost! Almost. Almost isn't actually doing it. <<You coulda' gone by Air Skull,>> Ruth defends herself to Tabitha. Aloud, she says, "You want to get a picture or something? Then we should go see Wonder Woman. Y'all know Wonder Woman? She might not be a big deal out there but she's a big deal about here, I think - okay, I think we, sorry, we oughta circle back on that one and get some food or something first." "You get the camera guy," Ruth tells Tabitha, "I can't do it, sorry, right now."
Tabitha Smith	"Good thing is I've learned you can totally pick your real family. The one I had by blood. Soo awful. Like just no words." The X-folks with telepathy don't even need to read Tabby's mind to know how bad that was but there's still a flash of a memory of a twelve year olf girl with her face beaten and broken. Then the more heartwarming memories of life at the school not sucking. Tabby and the New Mutants actually enjoying themselves on less horrific adventures. Except for class work. Cause really, ugh. Thank goodness that's over. The mention of eyebeams from the gogles gets a grin. "Eyebeams, I've seen them do some serious whammy on stuff. Badass!" yes she did just praise Cyclops. Sure there's Kryptonians and Martian but X-men represent. <<You've probably called me worse Ruth. I have been. There's video.>> Tabby mind chats back to Blindfold. There's grins. "Wonder Woman is like major inspiration for a a lot of us. Females especially. Right there behind the redhead and the blonde in the sparkly dress for myself personally. But that's getting back to adopted family so I'm allowed my bias there!" she states and will happily let Ruth drag her about if the precognitive telepath wants to.
Peter Parker	Disappointed in himself at missing the shot at Wonder Woman, but deciding at the end of the day getting a smile from her is better than a smile from JJJ, Peter Parker continues to move about, taking shot after shot as presented to him. Certainly enough to keep the Bugle rolling for a while, eventually he settles down, allowing the camera to go back to hanging around his neck. He stretches his fingers out, and just lingers at the periphery of the journalists section, watching the aliens and Earthlings mingle quietly.
Jean Grey	<<Oh, am I supposed to sour against my tyranical masters, now?>> wonders the head-voice, one that as yet remains unconnected with any face, any member of the visible delegation. It was the same during the battle at the Watchtower, as the briefings laid out: that for all the strength of Guardsmen like Neutron, Titan, Smasher, and even Gladiator himself... the battles were most troubled by the invisible aid of the Shi'ar psychics and magic users, some of whom never left their ships. <<Perhaps this passes for psychological manipulation on your world, but I would advise you care before bringing such planetary attitudes into space, where we must always observe the larger problem. The Shi'ar rule a vast Empire because they are capable of it, because they bring order across a fundamentally chaotic universe. Serving in the Guard is something I do with /pride./ Even under D'Ken, and even moreso now.>> And as if to put an exclamation on it, the distant psychic shares a dose of that emotion, in the direct way only such a mental bridge allows. "Sure!" is the easily-won agreement Ruth secures from the so-called Smasher, who while not entirely clear on the human obsession with these pictures, seems perfectly enthusiastic. "You guys really like getting still images, huh? My 'specs record automatically." Also? He really likes to pose, striking an unusual variety for any attempts at picture-taking. They're kind of cornily over-heroic. "I only looked at the basic dossiers," he goes on, as they are now talking about Diana, "but they said plenty, and I can see the rest from here!" He grins. "Plus, the way Gladiator talks to her? She must be the real deal. He's not exactly easy to impress, but you could... just kinda see it." Reading anything of his stoic demeanor might seem difficult, but Vril seems certain. "Maybe we can put together some cool group shot!"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would settle back and then go to acnkolwedge <<I speak not of the Guard, which I respect as some of the greatest warriors in the galaxy, with a proud martial tradition that goes back for as long as they have existed. they represent the Imperium well.>> Seh would go along. <<And this is but jousting. Evaluating. Are not all things not made to be done by feats of strength but by skill?>> She would casually elaborate.     <<And so in this tete a tete we get the measure of one another. We have seen hwo well the Guard performs in combat. You are some of the greatest warriors in the galaxy. I merely wish to see if a telepath from another world, another species is as impressive as they should be>> Apology?
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go on <<Now darling, why don't we agree to disagree and go enjoy some of these lovely snacks. The Amazon has outdone herself. Do enjoy the buffet.>>
Ruth Aldine	<<Tabitha go throw a bomb at the camera man or he's gonna wander off and take pictures of Gladiator's tee-tees,>> Ruth tells Tabitha in a narrower mental focus, then takes in a small breath as Smasher speaks. "Well," she says, clapping her hands in front of her, "it's funny you say that." Her voice quiets and she says very VERY quietly, ('sorry, sorry') before continuing, "'cuz you say see, and still images, and looking at and how you can really see Wonder Woman, and I am not complaining Vril cos I know it's a thing you can't help and I get by, pardon, I get by fine, but--" A beat. Come on, she tells herself, gut it up. "-- I haven't... I haven't ever really *seen*, Wonder Woman," she continues. She switches to telepathy. <<I don't see anything, Vril-Rokk, I can't;>> An interspersed shared memory-picture, of another human female clearly of some relation to a younger/smaller Ruth combing her hair as Ruth sits in front of a mirror, showing the smooth skin where eyes would be. <<I get by with my power but it, sorry, it has good days and bad days, just even on a, no, a bad day I can get around, but-- I guess what I wanna ask you, if, it won't, pardon, if it won't get you in trouble-->> Ruth turns her face towards the Imperial Guardsman. <<Let me look out through your eyes. Just for a minute.>> She does the mental equivalent of focusing really hard on moving in a Twister game in order to send a little weak psychokinetic impulse towards that cameraman, a sort of nudge on the shoulder intended to get him looking in their general direction, probably before Tabitha throws a bomb at him and kills him.
Diana Prince	Once the delegation reaches the end of the main walkway, Diana had setup something. She had asked the lovely Jean Grey to take Charles to a specific spot, then had people starting to gather around them. As it started to catch on what was happening, Wonder Woman was turning around to call out to others, motioning them all to get up along the walkways barrier that overlooks the main gardens at the center of the starport's grounds. "Come on, gather up. Gather around." Diana had called out to everyone. "Photo opportunity for the starport, one that will go in the main museum within the public building." She further explains before she eventually gets enough motion in bodies to get people to move in to place. This is when Diana moves to stand on the other side of Charles' chair from where Jean is, she looks down the line to her right, then down the line to her left, and smiles brightly before looking toward the cameras, and the people taking the photo. "Him." Wonder Woman calls out. She points right at Peter Parker. "He will take the photo that will go in the museum here." Diana decrees. She has that happy, warm, expression on her visage as she lowers her hands back down to her sides then.
Tabitha Smith	Tabby grins at the idea of group shots. "Built in cameras? So you guys can do like Three Dimensional recordings with those?" she states and hmms. "You might wanna send a copy to the guy with the camera we keep interrupting. Let him get something out of it to keep him from hobo life." the blonde woman suggests. "Let him take it with your goggles and store it on his camera. Hopefully it doesn't like fill the data capacity memory thing." she states and whistles towards Parker. "Hey, you finally want something for the big bucks! We got something to frame after!" she offers the man before looking to Ruth.   <<Youknow you can totally hitch a ride ride on the optical line using my eyes. Just gotta ask.>> she mentally offers the other woman while they and Vril-Roxx, and eventually Diana try tee up the big group shot. <<Gladiator is pretty stacked for a dude. Not that stacked though. Look at some of us.>> she adds with a giggle.
Peter Parker	Peter Parker jerks to attention as Wonder Woman points at him. His eyes go a bit wide. This is his chance! He moves over quickly at the Amazon's command. "Yes, ma'am," he says quickly as he lifts up his camera. He focuses, this time knowing that this shot is crucial. Not just for him, but for perhaps the entirety of earth. He moves over to where she indicates, and gets ready to line-up the shot. He stares into the view finder, and slowly, carefully, focuses his attention. A group shot of this size, it will be hard to line them all up. No strange faces, no blinks. If that moment exists, it will be just for a microsecond. Peter knows this, but he also knows he has an ace up his sleeve. His attention, diligently, as he stares through the view finger. And SNAP his reflexes trigger at the exact moment. All smiles (those that can), and all looking towards the camera. The absolute perfect shot for Wonder Woman. And he even had film in the camera this time!
Jean Grey	"Oh, well... yeah. I figured you didn't have the same kind of vision as the other humans. Just assumed you had some other kind of-" When Ruth switches to telepathy, Smasher doesn't seem to react with any considerable surprise. No doubt, he must know a few. And indeed, he smoothly continues the conversation across media, and without much in the sense of any of it being in the slight bit abnormal. <<-some other kind of sense for it. Sorry. In the Guard we have members from hundreds of worlds, so it's not unusual to meet someone who 'sees' via echolocation or psionics or electroreception or gravimetric sensitivity or... I dunno, I figured you musta evolved beyond needing them or something.>> He reaches up to brush a hand back through his hair. "So yeah, oops. My bad. Well uh, sounds like they're calling us over for another one. C'mon." And simultaneously. <<Yeah sure. I'm gonna put the 'specs in default mode just for safety, yaknow? You'll get a better view anyway.>> Indeed, from inside his own perspective, the goggles cast everything with far less of the reddish tint than one would imagine from their external appearance, although there are a number of presumed readouts and HUD elements in Shi'ar characters dancing around the edges of his vision. -- By the time Peter is set up, Gladiator has apparently deemed this an important cultural bonding activity and part of their mission profile. So the whole gang returns, including Morgan and his food crew. Fang has half a bacon-stacked triple cheeseburger in hand. Titan has a whole bucket of KFC to himself. Tabitha, once she's found a place, discovers that the swimsuited woman - wherever she disappeared to - has seemingly reappeared beside her, as if stepping from a nearby shadow. Kallark and Smasher both end up taking positions near Diana, Smasher to the side not occupied by Xavier's chair, and their glorious commander hovering above, cape a-flutter. And then, to her surprise, once Emma makes it, even she discovers a new face standing beside her, one previously unspotted in the alien crowd. A woman with pure chalk-white skin and platinum-blonde hair. There's no doubt more, aliens and heroes alike. And they all do their best to cram in for Peter's shot. At some point, Smasher does Ruth a 'solid,' looking not straight on, but stealing a sly sidelong glance at Diana. And after the camera clicks, he calls out. "Hey kid, c'mon, let's switch." Less than a second later, he's standing next to Peter, having finally decided to show off one of those many powers in a brief burst of speed. "You go on over, and I'll get one with my 'specs!" ... He waits, hands on hips, since his goggles do all the work. "Alright, ready... say chak'zil!"