The main hangar of the Star Walker was a deliberate spectacle of power. Julius Braveheart waited there, flanked by his four silent Pillars, their midnight blue beskar armor and great helm helmets absorbing the light. Behind them, standing in impeccable formation, were twenty Spartans-I, the first generation. Their Mjolnir armor, though less advanced than the Spartans-II, was impressive, symbols of strength and discipline.
Julius's strategy was already in motion. The Spartans-II, perfect and far more advanced, would be deployed elsewhere. Some would protect key figures in his nascent empire. Others would be "gifted" as a sign of "good faith" to governors who pledged allegiance. He would tell them these supreme warriors would obey them. It was a lie. They would be his eyes and ears, an invisible sword hanging over every ruler's head, guaranteeing unwavering loyalty.
The hangar doors opened, and the Votann ship, a squat, heavily armored fortress, landed with mechanical precision. A ramp lowered, and a group of Kin descended. They were led by the same Grimnyr Sergeant Colle had encountered, his beard braided and runic armor radiating ancestral authority. He was accompanied by equally robust Hearthkyn warriors and several Ironkin, their robotic companions moving fluidly.
The Grimnyr looked up at Julius. A glint of surprise and respect crossed his piercing gaze. Julius, even without his armor, was a giant, and his aura of controlled psyker power was palpable. The Kin felt a primal instinct scream that this being represented immense danger, but also an unprecedented opportunity. He had given his word for this meeting, and a Kin kept his oaths.
"I am Grimnyr Borrak, of the Ur-Khasis League," he declared, his deep voice echoing in the hangar. He did not bow, but his nod was laden with respect.
"I am Julius Braveheart, Lord Commander of Bastion," replied Julius, his voice calm yet carrying natural authority. "I am pleased to welcome you. A room awaits us to refresh ourselves. I believe we have much to discuss."
He guided them through the Star Walker's immaculate corridors. The Votanns, masters of advanced technology inherited from the Dark Age of Technology, looked at everything with an expert eye. The perfection of the systems, the efficiency of the power, the sophistication of the materials – everything here breathed a technological mastery that, if it did not surpass theirs, certainly matched it. And for beings whose society was built on knowledge and craftsmanship, this was the highest form of compliment. They emitted approving grunts, their fingers almost brushing the walls to feel the texture.
They arrived in the reception hall. It was a vast room, with sleek yet magnificent design. A long table was set, covered with dishes whose complex and delicate aromas immediately made the Kin's mouths water. Exotic meats, perfect hydroponic vegetables, golden breads, and beverages of vibrant colors and unknown flavors.
For the Votanns, whose life in the Galactic Core was often an austere struggle for resources, this feast was a genuine marvel. Their eyes widened, and even the stoic Grimnyr could not suppress an admiring murmur.
"By the Mountain's Heart..." breathed one of the Hearthkyn warriors.
Julius took his place at the head of the table, his Pillars positioning themselves behind him like sentinels. "Eat, drink," he said with a broad gesture. "Food is the first bridge between cultures."
As the Kin began to help themselves, tasting the dishes with gourmet curiosity, Julius fixed his gaze on the Grimnyr.
"Let us talk now, Grimnyr Borrak. You seek solutions to a degeneration. I seek allies against threats that go beyond mere planetary wars. I possess knowledge in cloning and genetic stability that your Votanns, for all their wisdom, may not have. You possess knowledge of the galaxy, its resources and its dangers, that I cannot acquire anywhere else."
He raised his glass.
"I propose an exchange. Not a simple trade. An alliance. Knowledge for knowledge. Strength for strength."
The Grimnyr, his mouth still full of a juicy fruit, stared at Julius. In his eyes, the initial wariness was giving way to intense calculation. The feast was not just an act of hospitality; it was a demonstration of power and abundance. And Julius's offer touched the very heart of their survival.
The negotiation had begun.