The Martial Unity

"Commissioner Derun," Rui smiled as her image popped upon his comms display.

He had been issued a premium comms device that allowed him to communicate with the Martial Union reliably despite being a great distance away for the duration of the mission, for mission-related purposes only.

"Squire Quarrier, good of you to contact me, I just finished the report that your diplomatic team filed. Good job, your execution as a diplomat was better than had been anticipated." She smiled ruefully. "It's a shame that the diplomatic missions failed, engage with them a bit more, and increasing your offers by a certain margin is the only option left. And if that fails… then I'm afraid we will have to question whether this mission is even worth pursuing in the first place."

Rui raised an eyebrow at those words. "Is the Martial Union willing to give up on obtaining those techniques?"

She considered his question. "That's outside of purview, officially at least. However, the Martial Union is cognizant enough to distinguish which avenues of approach are worth investing in, and which aren't. There have been numerous attempts at negotiating for the techniques of the G'ak'arkan Tribe. Granted, those missions failed for foreseeable reasons that could be rectified on our end, and you managed to avoid those reasons for the most part, it seems. Yet you failed to achieve any success at all beyond that. It is clear that talking to them over and over again is not going to help."

Rui smiled. "Those were my thoughts exactly. However, I am quite convinced that any further negotiation is meaningless toward actually convincing them, actually. I would rather not spend any time on it. I certainly wouldn't rely on it."

She raised an eyebrow at that statement. "It seems you do not intend to go for another negotiation session."

"Not any serious one, anyway," Rui nodded. "As I said, it's futile."

"Then what are your intentions?" She asked, curious.

be overt and direct in demonstrating the power of our techniques the way Senior Ceeran did, otherwise we will trigger their pride in their own techniques and their aggressive competitiveness. Then it won't matter how valuable our techniques are, they will refuse to cooperate. I have a better

would that be,

simple. We inhabit a part of the island, self-sustain, and flourish purely on

"Excuse me?" She frowned.

them exactly what we are offering through and through by putting ourselves in their situation and environment, and demonstrating that the techniques we are offering perform far better in the

widened, as she considered

make sense, in theory

a technique as far as utility went was nuanced and multi-layered. Pure numbers on the parameters of a technique alone could not convey the practical long-term benefits and utility of a

to predict the entirety of all direct and indirect benefits and impacts a new widely adopted technique might have without actually doing so and observing the

and objectively as numbers of the

what Rui was offering was a way to convey both the explicit and the implicit value of the techniques

trying to achieve. "That's actually a great plan, better than any non-forceful measure that

expression.

Rui nodded.

you have this in mind before the diplomatic negotiation with the G'ak'arkan Tribe?" She couldn't

it fifteen minutes ago as I considered the various measures that we