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Namor	Under the sea, where things are wetter, there stands a beacon of majestic advancement wrought by hands older than the oldest civilization currently surviving on the surface world. It shines brightly, lit by a millions of multi-colored phosphorescent fixtures giving it an otherworldly appearance. Sweeping spires twist upon themselves in architecture that would boggle the mind of any land dwelling structural engineer, and the people swim and glide through the water with a graceful ease. It is the crown jewel of an Empire that sprawls across the seven seas, and in its center rises a regal palace that dwarfs all the nearest structures and puts even the most elegant to shame. This is Atlantis itself, and it's King is expecting an important visitor. In preparation for the delegation from Genosha, Namor has clad himself in his royal finery. Though he's barefoot, on his legs he wears black Atlantean armor over form-fitting royal green-and-gold leggings. Similar armored pauldrons rest across his shoulders and merge into bracers while his chest is left bare. He has elected to have his throne room cleared of courtiers and non-essential attendants, leaving only his royal vizier and an honor guard placed evenly between two rows of marble columns. The King himself reclines on his throne, his fist wrapped around the Trident of Neptune and a crown resting upon his brow. After a moment, a servant discreetly enters and swims to the royal vizier who listens to his whispers and nods, gesturing the man away before nodding to his King. Namor shifts slightly upon his seat, then gestures imperiously to his vizier to proceed, at which point he announces in a clear and ringing tone: "The delegation from Genosha, My King," as the vast doors at the end of the hall begin to swing open.
Lorna Dane	Genosha needed allies. It had needed them for months. Wakanda and Latveria and offered hands willingly, freely, and quickly. Far more than any previous diplomatic relations had ever tried. Perhaps it had been because of fear, of a need to know who and how and what had brought the mutant kingdom to its knees. Perhaps it was because it had a new ruler, and young Queen, and Magneto was out of the picture. All their reasons had been their own, and mystery behind the country's fall had been solved. Moreover... rumors had come out that perhaps Magneto was not as dead as previously believed.. But even that was a rumor for now. And Lorna Dane remained the acting Queen regent of the nation. One of her many acts of attempted diplomacy had been her attempts to reach out to Atlantis, but it had taken time to arrange. And amid the chaos of Brainiac's attacks.. it had been delayed until now. Accompanied by two mutant guards, one of which could actually breathe underwater attended the young woman. "Her royal majesty, Queen Lorna Sally Dane, Queen of the mutants and Genosha. Daughter of Magneto. Mistress of Magnetism, Polaris." Was announced in the room as she arrived. She wore her green hair freely down her back, without adornment. A simple green headpiece pushed her bangs back from her face, and swooped upwards into fine points. Not quite a crown, but close as it mimicked the arched shapes of her father's helmet. A silky teal cardigan hung loosely around her shoulders and draped down to the floor, trimmed in golden embroidery. Perhaps the only piece of clothing that she wore with any kind of adornment or sense of rank. Beneath which she wore a suit of green so dark it was nearly black in hue, and plated with metal. She paused at the appropriately polite distance before the King of Atlantis, and dropped into a practiced, equally polite nod and sweep of fabric. The greeting from one monarch to another. "Your majesty, thank you for agreeing to this meeting."
Namor	Namor simply sits and watches as Lorna approaches the dias that houses his raised throne, his vizier calling out her titles as she progresses past column after column. Only when she stops a polite distance away and gives her royal greeting does he stir, nodding his head in like manner. "It is my pleasure to receive the lovely new Queen of Genosha. You are a sight more pleasant than your father was," he intones, dark eyes briefly glancing from her to her retinue and back again, noting with the slightest of pauses the water-breathing mutant. "I trust you are enjoying the hospitality of fair Atlantis?" he asks with the air of someone accustomed and mildly bored with the customary back and forth of visiting dignitaries. Even as he asks, he waves a hand lazily to his Vizier, who in turn waves in a pair of blue-skinned servants. Male and female, they're dressed in traditional Atlantis attire and each bares in their hands a bowl full of various Atlantean treats, a flavor assortment that runs the gamut from salty to sweet. Even as the woman approaches Polaris and the man approaches Namor, the King's eyes have already returned to Lorna, and though he takes the bowl when it is brought before him, he merely sets it aside where it floats in place due to the technological marvel that is Atlantean crockery.
Lorna Dane	Lorna's eyebrows rose faintly, amusement at the comment about her being a more pleasant sight than her father clear in her green eyed gaze. "Well, thank you. I have never seen its like before. Your kingdom is lovely, and I wish I had more of a chance to visit before." Her voice remained evenly pitched to carry without being overly so. Warm in tone despite the carefully chosen, bland, diplomatically given answers. Her gaze was drawn to the servants and to the dishes they brought out. Curiosity openly crossed her expression as she inspected the offered treats. After a moment of running her gaze over the various items she took one, much to the consternation of one of her guards. A murmured thank you, followed from her, perhaps not strictly 'royal' to thank a member of staff, but she did so nonetheless. "I will admit Atlantis is by far the most interesting kingdom I have had the chance to visit for diplomatic relations. I feel as if I could spend a lifetime down here and never know all there is to know. Perhaps that's part of the allure?" She ventured, and glanced back to Namor.
Namor	"Certainly part of it," Namor answers simply as he meets Lorna's glance, letting the silence build for just a moment before he gestures for her as if beckoning. "Well then, let us hear it Queen of Genosha. For what purpose have you requested this meeting?" Though he's questioning her, there's a quality to his tone that makes it clear he thinks he knows already what brings Lorna to his throne room. He shifts his hand to the side and releases the Trident of Neptune to hang in the water in much the same way as the bowl of treats are. Immediately there's a sense of releasing tension from the Atlantean guards and the Royal Vizier, apparently seeing the release of the Trident as some sort of signal that their King is unlikely to order an immediate attack on the mutant envoy. Namor picks a bit of glazed seaweed crisp from the bowl and pops it into his mouth as he regards the Genoshans with a nearly predatory look, though the ease in his posture indicates a sense of relaxed non-violence. "What do you need of Atlantis that you are not already receiving from Wakanda and Latveria?"
Lorna Dane	Lorna exhaled a breath, seeming to have expected the pleasantries to have been set aside far sooner. A roll of her shoulders followed, and she lifted her gaze from the food to the ruler as he sat upon his throne. "Wakanda offered material aid and support for my people immediately after the attack. They have continued to do so in trade and have been gracious. Latveria has helped with clearing the debris and the various damage from Hammer Bay.." She paused, thinking over her words for a moment. The silence hung there as suspended as it had been before. But the young queen didn't look nervous. "However neither one of them are our neighbors, nor do we share a border with them. We are an island nation, and as such... share borders with you and yours." She murmured, "I thought it prudent to offer diplomacy with our neighbors in ways my father neglected. Moreover, when we have been attacked it has come by way of humans using ships and the alike. A hydra vessel attempted to attack my people after the Sentinels. We have been attacked by human pirates and looters. And moreover, the Magistrates attempted to recolonize our island via ships and anti-mutant technology as well. All of these attacks were turned away.. if only by my presence and the presence of the X-men. To put it bluntly, your majesty... we might as well be alone still for all kindness that Latveria and Wakanda has shown us in terms of military might. Nor are we capable of fully patrolling our borders when there are so few of us left." The guards beside her looked even more sour faced at her admittance. Nothing she said wasn't true, but it held weakness, and as such was something most of the mutants and her councilors had advised her to not admit to Namor. But it was plainly obvious for anyone to see if they cared to look too. "I ask humbly, for your kindness to my people in our time of need as well."
Namor	Namor is apparently quite fond of pregnant pauses, for he lets another hang for the span of a handful of seconds after Lorna is finished, all the while reclining and finishing the last bit of hydrothermal vent-roasted sea kelp. "You ask quite a bit," the King of Atlantis declares when he's decided the silence has continued long enough, "You wish to use the armies of Atlantis to defend your shores?" It's phrased like a question, but it isn't spoken like one. "This is, of course, well within our capabilities, but attacking the land dweller vessels risks retaliation from your governments," he claims, waving a hand impatiently as if forestalling her insistence that /her/ government was a separate body entirely if it was even coming, clearly blocking all the 'land dwellers' together for his statement. "And what, exactly, would I be receiving in return? I will not risk war and death for my people, for my warriors, simply in a good will gesture towards you and yours, Your Majesty," he declares, though it's clear his refusal is merely part of the dance of negotiation that is to be expected with any sort of political venture such as this, and not an outright rejection. "Why should I spill Atlantean blood to defend your people?"
Lorna Dane	Lorna waited, not impatiently in the silence. She was too used to her father's deep silences. His morose and brooding moods. Even if it made her heart hammer in her chest, she waited and listened with an attentive ear. After all, she knew to an extent what she was asking was overly much. And had guessed at Namor's response well before he even spoke it. "I ask for your patrols. I ask for your eyes and ears, which I trust know very well where any ship passes. Not your blood." She started, and gestured to the room about her with a sweep of her hand. "I can only protect my people if I am made aware of what comes for us. We were nearly caught unawares by these previous threats, and each time they came closer and closer." She murmured, considering him with a critical study of his features. "Brainiac might have been the one behind my country's destruction but it was the humans that created the Sentinels that slaughtered us. The humans that had long since planned my people's destruction, death, and utter annihilation. They will never see a day where they are made to be held accountable for the millions that died. The governments that made those Sentinels will sweep it under the rug and say it was sad. But do nothing else." She leveled her green eyed gaze to Namor. "Do you think with Genosha fallen that the humans will never turn their eyes on you or yours? I ask for much, I know. And I can offer little right now in return if I am being honest. But I cannot rebuild my country if we are constantly under outside threat by humans that view the seas as something they rule and may pass freely through."
Namor	Again Namor listens, but this time he responds immediately to Lorna's clarification. "Tread lightly. I am not some stripling princeling unaware when he is being manipulated," the King declares as she attempts to play on his famously imperious arrogance when it comes to Atlantis' dominion over the sea. Still, there's no real fire in his rebuke. Indeed, he seems almost begrudgingly amused as he turns to his Vizier who takes the cue from his King to meet his gaze and wait for an order. "Do we have any units we can spare to patrol the seas surrounding Genosha?" Namor asks, and his attendant knowing well his role, simply bows his head in response as he murmurs: "I can consult with the generals, Your Majesty, but I believe we might have one or two." Meaning they undoubtedly have several and most likely are already employing patrols in the area. "Very well, there may be a chance we can aid you, Your Majesty," Namor claims to the Genoshan Queen, "But you have yet to tell me what exactly you are offering in return. Even if you do not ask us to spill blood in your name, you ask for resources and manpower to be committed to your cause."
Lorna Dane	Lorna's expression warmed with a smile as he warned her lightly, and without actual heat. "I am the younger of us, your majesty, and as of yet.. only six months into my reign." She pressed a hand to her chest, "But were Genosha on any land mass we would look first to our neighbors and their borders for an alliance. It's not my fault the rest of the world has refused to acknowledge the sea in its own right." She arched an eyebrow upward as she spoke, a hint of amusement in her voice as he called her on picking at his ego. It had worked well with Doom. But she inclined her head nonetheless in a gesture of respect. "You have my thanks for such use of your people's time and resources.." She murmured and turned her gaze from the vizer back to him. "Beyond being in your debt, which is something I doubt you see as particularly useful. I can offer you and your people free trade on Genosha. Give your people utter freedom to come and go from our ports as they desire, and to engage with the world at large from there. I know it is little, and hardly of great importance." She exhaled a breath, her smile fading. "But as I said before.. my kingdom was flattened. If there is more you would ask of us, I would hear it."
Namor	Silence yet again reins in the hall as Namor considers Lorna's offer. Despite his claim of being immune to manipulations of his ego, the King of Atlantis is clearly reluctantly pleased that the Mutant Queen has acknowledged Atlantis' sovereign claim over the seas and recognized the fact that too often they go ignored by the surface world. Even as he watches her though, his eyes trail back to the water-breathing mutant and he drums his fingers once upon the throne's armrest in contemplation. "I would have what you offer and add three further stipulations," Namor finally relents, and in doing so rises from his throne and takes hold of the Trident of Neptune again as he seems to almost effortlessly drift down from the dais with a minimum of actual movement on his part. "First, I would have an accounting of every mutant in your kingdom with abilities related to the seas and water," he begins as he comes to a stop in front of the mutant guard that had captured his interest a moment before drifting smoothly sideways to stop in front of Lorna herself. "Second, you will send a mutant who can live comfortably in my realm to serve as an Ambassador to your people." As he continues, his expression remains largely neutral, but he can't help but allow the faintest of grins to turn up the corners of his lips as he regards the Queen of Genosha. "Finally, you will have an estate prepared for me on your island should I choose to visit and stay. If you are pressed for materials and labor, simply provide the land and I will have the estate built to my specifications. In return, I shall provide patrols around your sea, minor military support in putting down criminal elements disavowed by any surface nation, and the strength of mine own limbs if you are threatened and I deem your cause worthy of my attention."
Lorna Dane	Lorna stood with her hands held loosely at her sides as she waited. An eyebrow lurched upward as he spoke of three further stipulations and she listened without comment. The first two requirements didn't earn much a reaction, neither from the Genoshan Queen nor the guards, but the last one earned a shocked look from the other non-water based guard. 'You majesty-' He whispered, and Lorna shot him a look. The green haired woman met Namor's gaze and his smile. It wasn't as if she could truly reject his terms outright... but she knew it would cause an uproar. She knew her father would, upon his release from the bottle (if that ever happened at this rate) rage completely and utterly. Magneto had worked hard to make Genosha a sovereign nation in its own right. Without relying on other countries at all. Plenty of others would doubtless argue that this made Genosha too much of a protectorate of the sea, of Atlantis.. that it would infringe on their own sovereignty. "Your stipulations are... generous for such aid." She started, treading lightly as she seemed to turn them over like pebbles in her hands. "I can easily provide the first two. As out of a few thousand mutants living on Genosha right now, those you speak of number in the single digits. Something that might change as we rebuild and more mutants might yet immigrate back to the island." She murmured, her voice low and measured. "The last is perhaps difficult as of right now. We are still clearing most of Hammer Bay, and have yet to even broach Carrion Cove... We simply don't have the numbers to rebuild two cities. It would very much have to be done as you suggested. My people are living in prefabricated homes right now, and we have barely established all of our simple utilities." She paused and glanced back to Namor. "Would you accept my own visits to your kingdom here in the future? It would be more of an education for myself, I would admit. A selfish desire on my behalf from time to time."
Namor	If Namor is annoyed that his third request has been diplomatically sidelined, he doesn't show it. In fact, if anything, he actually looks somewhat bemused and perhaps just a bit impressed that the relatively newly crowned Queen saw through to the core of what he was asking for. He eyes her for a moment, then offers a slight sweetening of the pot: "The estate would of course need to be attended to. A few Atlantean guards, a sparse handful of functionaries," he claims as he gestures towards his Grand Vizier as if indicating 'those sorts of servants.' "The rest I assume you can provide from your own people? Chefs, groundskeepers, etcetera. I will of course provide the materials and labor to build their housing as well. I'm sure they'll have families and I'll need them close at hand. Further I won't have the estate built surrounded by squalor. Atlantis would of course offer support in rebuilding whatever district you see fit to place us." Essentially, the King of Atlantis is offering to build homes and jobs for a small neighborhood of people in exchange for a very public statement of connection between the two nations, however the outside world may interpret their alliance. When she then suggests her own visits, he raises an eyebrow and pauses to consider the Queen, tilting his head slightly as he regards her. "I believe an arrangement can be made. We have sheltered land dwellers before. Rooms will be found and properly renovated," he declares, waving his hand towards his Vizier again to metaphorically pass off the orders and make it clear that he isn't negotiating, simply enacting.
Lorna Dane	Perhaps it was on some level a selfish need to prove that she could make such alliances that had drawn her down to the bottom of the sea. After all, Magneto was alive and she should, in theory be stepping back. She was supposed to be happy her father would be returning. It would mean he could deal with the diplomatic issues, and rule again. But she had survived the destruction of a nation. She had survived through the fires that burned down her home. So while it was dangerous for her to court a power that could very well sink her nation, it was something she was still willing to do. "That is very kind of you," She murmured, even as she turned over what her detractors would make of it. King Namor setting up shop on the island and building a miniature kingdom complete with serfs. It was something the Magistrates had wanted from her. Though they'd come with weapons pointed at her and her people when they had done it. They were also.. the very human regime that had led to her people's enslavement. Oh her father would be enraged. Perhaps that egged her on a little more than it should have. "Most survivors were the only one of their families to live. We have yet to recover the land stolen from us, or those that were taken by Brainiac's devices. It is something we are still working on. Once that is handled, we can more easily establish such an embassy and other assorted quarters that come with it." She'd slid the word the usage rather than simple estate. Elevating it and yet limiting it in the same breath. Some countries owned the land their embassies stood on, while others did not. But at least, it would give her the diplomatic cover to explain its purpose to her people. "All of this will have to be written down properly of course."
Namor	When it comes to diplomacy there are, generally speaking, two tactics: The open hand or the closed fist. Though Namor is a strong proponent of the closed fist, he is not without his experience making use of the open hand to get what he wants. He could push and be firm, demanding land for an estate -- or embassy -- be found before he provided Atlantean assistance. However, he assesses this Mutant Queen, Daughter of Magneto and her guards and considers a different tactic. These people who had stood firm against relentless assault and endless threats, and realized more of the same would earn him nothing. Besides, the King of Atlantis recognizes and respects strength when he sees it. "Very well," Namor decides as he floats past Lorna, slipping gracefully through the space between her and her guards and continuing on past them, the water almost bending and twisting to propel the King along of its own volition, "I will help you recover your land." His guards and his Vizier haven't yet offered comment of their own volition, but after the King's statement there is a certain quality to the silence that follows that makes it clear they're all quite taken aback. Finally, the Royal Vizier does indeed speak up to voice a simple question in a half-confused, half-resigned tone: "Your Majesty?" Namor pauses as he's addressed, turning back to regard his attendant with a raised eyebrow. "Assemble the Generals. We have patrols and a communication infrastructure to attend to," he orders the Vizier before turning to Lorna, "I would have specifics, Your Majesty. What do you mean when you say your land was stolen? What manner of automaton must I tear through to see this deal satisfied?"
Lorna Dane	Lorna blinked at the easy acceptance, her figure shifting her weight upon her toes as she considered the Atlantian King with no small measure of interest. After all the careful discussions up to that point, she was more than a little thrown at the ease with which he shifted intent. Just as the sea could change from a torrent to a mirror calm, she supposed. She moved to follow, to keep a conversational distance rather than try to speak loud enough to carry through the enormous chamber. "Brainiac's ship scooped out large sections of Genosha. The palace was the largest piece, and several others were taken from Hammer Bay and Carrion Cove. We discovered this is what happened through what happened to Mutant Town when he attacked there. As of right now, the land is sealed away in bottles. We recovered those bottles from his ship.. but we are working on the technology to safely return them." She exhaled a breath, it was quite a bit more to divulge and cover than she'd expected. "Right now the Avengers, the X-men, and various other groups are working to analyze the technology that was recovered and figure out a way to extract the people and land safely." She paused as she tried to work through further details, to make sure she had them in their entire. What would be the point in hiding or lying about it? "One can see in Genosha where land was stolen by the way the ground turned to a glassy texture and left a deep indent."
Namor	"Bah," Namor half grunts, half growls when he learns that the solution is not one that can be reached through force of arms. Even as he settles into a thoughtful silence, he waves his trident at Lorna and her guards, and suddenly the water around them surges to life and acts to gently but rapidly propel them through the water as Namor and the other Atlanteans simply swim at a pace beyond human speeds, the honor guard falling into place around them with the Royal Vizier darting off to see to the assembly of the generals. Meanwhile, the King guides the group back out through the throne room and through the palace, rapidly leading them through hallway after hallway, past door after door as they wind their way ever deeper into the Atlantean seat of power. As they go, Namor turns to regard Lorna, swimming just as effortlessly backward as he had forward, "Atlantis holds many technological wonders, but it is unlikely I will be able to lend any meaningful additions if you already have the Avengers working on the project." There is also the implication that while Namor was more than willingly to go flying off and crush some Brainiac remnants himself, he's not as willing to commit Atlantean resources so flippantly. "Either way, I am not so petty as to withhold rightfully negotiated aid until your nation can house my... Embassy," he pauses to make it clear he simply chose to let the change in phrasing pass before continuing, "We shall have papers drafted and signed if it shall soothe you, but know that if you do not intend on upholding your end, I shall personally sink Genosha beneath the waves." Three more turns, and finally they arrive in what can only be described as a war room, complete with Atlantean soldiers and officers swimming about as they prepare to coordinate the extremely complex task of seeing to their end of the negotiations.
Lorna Dane	No small amount of shock followed as Namor swept the water with the trident, and pushed her and the two guards within their little air bubble about with ease. Lorna's own power of magnetism still worked well enough below the sea, and she more or less floated within the sphere, rather than tossed about within it. Still, her eyes were wide as they sped through the water faster than she'd arrived, and she barely held back a gasp from escaping her. As the air bubble settled and they were left bobbing in the Atlantean war room, Lorna slowly regained her orientation. Her gaze swung upward, beyond the structure she stood in, to align her electromagnetic senses once more. Not unlike a compass with a spinning arrow. Her green eyed gaze swung back to Namor, and she inclined her head. "Brainiac's ship sank, where I'm not sure, after the attack. If there's anything else of it, I would be surprised. His technology had a tendency to self destruct based on what I saw." She murmured, and pursed her lips together. "We hope to have Mutant Town freed within the month, and Genosha soon after." She glanced around, taking measure of the various soldiers and officers swimming about. "Barring anything currently unforeseen happening that is. I'm not a stranger to bad luck.." She added the last bit with a hint of sardonic humor, as if surprise attacks that left her island nation levelled in hours could be called 'bad luck'.
Namor	"Did it?" Namor asks, doing very little to convey the impression that the King of the Seven Seas was previously unaware of an alien ship sinking into his realm. Beyond that, he offers no further comment as he swings his gaze about the room to find the highest ranking officer in sight -- barring himself, of course. Spotting her, he waves an armor-clad officer over, though the strange Atlantean insignias she wears on her armor make it hard to discern precisely what ranks she holds. "General," Namor greets, clearing up the short-lived mystery, "Bring up a map of Genosha and the waters surrounding it." The general salutes briskly and then turns to issue more direct orders to her subordinates. "An optimistic timeframe," the King offers, returning to his conversation with Lorna, "So long as land is located when Genosha is once again whole, I will be satisfied." While he's turned towards the Queen, a holographic projection of a sweeping section of the ocean blinks into life behind him. Several sections are rapidly highlighted and enlarged, and in short order a map of the Mutants' Island Nation and the oceans surrounding it is recognizably presented. Though the specific state of Genosha seems to be static and lacking in detail the farther in one looks from the shore, the oceans, tides, and currents appear to be displayed in real-time, as are the positions of several glowing dots moving in circular patterns in the area, marked by Atlantean runes that clearly indicate existing military units. "Shall we begin?" Namor asks of the Queen as he watches her with a half-grin, curious to see if she remarks upon the fact that there's virtually no way they could have already put patrols in the waters there if they hadn't already been deployed before hand.
Lorna Dane	Lorna's expression turned to faint amusement as Namor played coy with the information that Brainiac's ship had sank in his realm. Still she didn't call him on it, even as a smile curled at the corners of her lips. Her gaze swung about to notice the guard in armor, and as Namor greeted her, the Atlantean was assessed with curiosity. The holographic projector was considered not just with her eyes but with her magnetic sight, raking over whatever power sources she could pick up, the compounds that made it. Anything and everything without any attempts to conceal her interest. The fact that such a detailed map existed was of no surprise to her. She'd already admitted that she couldn't patrol her borders. It was a weakness she knew well. Doubtlessly Doom, Wakanda, SHIELD... and every other country on the planet had similarly detailed maps. They were to put it simply, sitting ducks. It was why she was there. Why she had agreed to Namor's terms. And he doubtlessly knew it. "I'm optimistic that people with the right knowledge to unlock Brainiac's technology will obsess with something new to play with until they can get answers. I have spent enough time watching the process in the past to know it to be the likely outcome." She mused, and nodded to the northern shore by Hammer Bay's beach. "I sank the Magistrate's ships there," She pointed, "And I ripped apart the Hydra subs further down the coast. I tried my best to clean up the wreckage from the beaches and the surrounding areas. But if there was plastic parts I missed them." She offered simply. At least Genosha had always been a clean neighbor, taking pains to not dump pollutants into the water or much of anything for that matter. Magneto had been insular, yes, but a careful ruler to not upset their closest neighbors either.
Namor	Namor draws closer to the holographic map as Lorna approaches and begins to detail the various attacks they've suffered and the aftermath left behind. In time the talks progress to patrol routes, reserve military units, and infrastructure networks. Though it was an informal beginning to the meeting, the war room shuffles into rank almost instantly, several more generals swimming to the forefront to observe the conversation. On more than one occasion, they offer advice or information missing from the report, the sort of information only an advanced undersea civilization might have, and they follow their King's lead in working swiftly and efficiently to coordinate the framework of the offered Atlantean military support.