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She had gotten used to the geth. Their being around was one thing, and though old distrust was hard to get past, Tali had gotten much better about keeping herself composed around them.
And, of course, she had heard of these strangers on the Citadel, so big that walkways often needed to be cleared of people walking on them so that they could pass. But this… this was her first time seeing one. It was bound to happen at some point, and it was better sooner rather than later. If these aliens were going to be allies to the Council, it did well for all races with an embassy - now including the quarians - to meet them.
She just hadn’t expected something so… mechanical, for a sapient race that was not, as she understood, artificial or synthetic life.
“Ah- my apologies. I was sent here to meet with you by the senior admirals I serve with. I am Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Normandy nar Rayya, serving as envoy for my people, the quarians.” She kept the edge out of her voice, though the tension in her slim frame was probably fairly obvious. “You are a… Cybertronian, correct?”
« 🎻 » || “Cybertronian, yes.” He made a note of her species; he was going to have to start keeping all of them straight if he was to be Cybertron’s acting ambassador.
Starscream wondered if all quarians wore full body suits like that, or if it was just a religious thing. He wondered if it would be rude to ask.
Starscream eyed her up and down before standing, bowing low and sweeping his wings downwards. “Admiral Tali’Zorah vas Normandy nar Rayya, I am Crown Prince Starscream of Vos, former Air Commander of Cybertron, former Second-In-Command of the Decepticon army, and current acting ambassador to the Citadel -- until I find a suitable replacement.” He scoffed. “Though, that’s going to be difficult, admittedly. Very few remaining Cybertronians are fit for politics.”
The Seeker flicked a wing. “My apologies, if I came off too... snippy. I’ve been getting a lot of looks and stares since I arrived here, not all of them good.” He snorted. “I think half of them are waiting for me to open fire or start stomping.”
