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.

game plan had been set, and now it was time for Rui to make sure

as

a motorized chariot that was specifically meant to travel through narrower paths of the mountain.

had made sure to not give the G'ak'arkan Tribe any 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 more silent than a standard motorized chariot

could already sense motion in the surroundings with his

the G'ak'arkan Tribe,')

distance from the small convoy as they made their way up a

use long-range techniques to try and snipe them from a great distance away. The

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 elevated from highly cautious and tense interactions to increasingly

and negotiate a way to try and obtain their highly-guarded techniques. Which led to the history of diplomatic

no intention

the top of the mountain. Rui could have skywalked to the very top very quickly, but he didn't want to leave behind

was scenic and picturesque, so much so that even Rui

he saw several humans walking

in the distance were visible signs of

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

was tense, so much so that one could nearly cut it with a

relaxed, yet inwardly he was

and they mattered

it on. He was basically a glowing beacon that irresistibly drew the

yet every Martial Artist

so they thought. Rui was the only

brings you here?" An older man stepped forward amongst all of the approaching warriors of the