The Outlander, presently going by the name Joshua, tapped his fingers on his desk. It was not imperious, it was not intimidating, it was merely distracted. It was still enough to terrify the woman on the other side of the vid-call. Because just yesterday, he had turned the boggy continent of a PAC-sponsored colony that had attempted an unprovoked assault on his people into a smoldering crater of which only the edges rose above the water. He suddenly shook his head as if undergoing a small seizure, clapped his hands together, and rubbed them vigorously, "Hoo, it's cold." With that simple observation, he turned his chair around and turned off the fan behind him. "Sorry, got a little distracted, as you were saying?" The woman cleared her throat, "It would be profitable for b--" "Ah, there you go, using the 'p' word again... I'm sorry, but, you're talking to probably one of the few leaders in the galaxy who just doesn't care about profit. Need I remind you how swiftly your profiteers died, because they couldn't understand one simple message? Because they thought fewer guns meant less powerful forces? You saw what one of our carriers can do to a continent." He leaned back, a pair of clicking mandibles signaling that his commander had arrived, his glance too swift for the PAC representative to notice. "Don't make me show you what our starships can do to a solar system." He closed the line with a smirk of satisfaction as he had noted she went utterly pale. His people were outsiders. Through some cosmic miracle (many were claiming Murphy was at fault for this one), they had arrived in a galaxy not entirely unlike his home's. Hell, America, or as they called themselves here, PAC, was still completely full of itself. He could handle persons, but people were simply idiotic in his eyes. Not that he didn't adore his people, but there was a world of difference between his people, and those people. Namely, that they had all trudged through hell together. Literally, as some would point out. He turned to Naxxius, the insectoid thing staring at him. After a full minute's silence, Joshua finally gave in and sighed, "You know, when I close the line, you're free to make your report." "Noted, master." The insect-thing normally would have been incomprehensible, simply because it didn't possess vocal chords capable of human or human-like sounds. That's where text-to-speech devices come in. "Planets AG-2374 and IN-489 report completion of symbiosis experimentation. Additionally, IN-489 reports presence of humans that have revived celtic cultural norms. Specialization suggests equal parts designation: Purity, and designation: Harmony." Well, if they were trying to return to their celtic roots, Joshua, the Outlander, rationalized, it makes sense. The celts were proud to be celts, and humans too, but they also shared a level of connection to their environment. "Diplomatic channels available." Naxxius didn't say anything further. Which meant it was the Outlander's turn to speak. "Alright. Tell 'em I'll be available in the morning." He said, standing up and walking out of his office. "And stop calling me master!" He shouted back into his office while walking, knowing the futility of the command. ------------ Hey Civfanatics. This is the first part of a series I'm hoping to post, involving a brand new faction that quite literally stumbled into the Civ multiverse. The Wolves of Outland (not the most inventive name, I know). Contact is "Volume 1" of the series, involving events that are (relatively) immediately after their emergence. Don't be afraid to toss your comments into this thread, and critique my writing and story.