The Martial Unity

Once the ship hit the island, the protocols were to immediately set up an elementary preliminary security perimeter around the ship. The ship was the most important asset to the mission as that was the only easy way back home. Thus the Martial Union had stuffed her up with enough Martial Artists to protect her at all costs.

The second step in the chain of protocols was to construct a temporary preliminary base on neutral territory.

The base, of course, was no more than a set of tents that would be guarded by the security team. The necessary supplies and personnel would be escorted by the cliffside by the skywalking Martial Squires.

"Just a day, correct?" Rui asked.

"Yes sir," A man behind nodded. "As soon as that is done, we initiate the diplomatic negotiations."

Rui nodded as he turned back to face the mountain at the center of the island.

The development proceeded quickly, as Rui and the diplomatic team completed the final steps of preparation for the diplomatic endeavor.

A day later, it was time

"Are you ready, Stemple, Zeyra?" Rui asked the two people behind him.

The two of them were dressed in highly professional attire themselves. They carried briefcases that contained files and documents that were translated into the Vilun Dialect.

Rui turned as he breathed deeply.

The time for the first swing had arrived.

been set, and now it was time for

nodded as they

meant to travel through narrower paths of the

reason to dislike their little convoy, and that included not harming the natural environment of the mountain that they cared so much about. It was narrow, flexible, and even far

sense motion in the surroundings with his sharp senses

of the G'ak'arkan Tribe,') Rui noted

as they made their way up a path in the

they wouldn't use long-range techniques to try and snipe them from a great distance away. The fact that they hadn't probably

Union had taken the initiative to build good decent, albeit superficial, relationships with all of the Martial Tribes, it had taken quite a long time of occasional but regular contact with the Martial tribes. Over many years, contact and communication slowly and painstakingly

and negotiate a way to try

no intention

the mountain. Rui could have skywalked to

so much

turned back, he saw several humans walking

the distance were visible signs of

got off the chariot slowly, as he took slow and measured strides forward, as

that

was calm and relaxed, yet

impressions mattered, and they mattered

was basically

yet every Martial Artist knew that

the only one

stepped forward amongst all of the