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"This is the Supreme Commander. Where did you come from?"
"This is the Supreme Commander of the Feiyali Empire. Where have we arrived?"
The two voices rang out over the communicator almost simultaneously. The voice from the other side belonged to a young woman—who would have thought the leader of these lost travelers was a woman, and one who called herself an imperial commander at that. The Feiyali Empire?
I turned that name over in my head several times, then confirmed that I had never heard of it. Clearly, the Macro World had never encountered such a civilization, nor had any information about it ever been reported to me.
I cleared my throat and adjusted myself into the solemn demeanor appropriate for contacting the leader of a new civilization. "You go first."
"You go first." The woman's voice came from the communicator at almost the exact same moment.
Me: "...Fine, I'll go first..."
A voice from the communicator said at the same time, "Fine, I'll go first..."
The corner of my eye twitched twice. The bastards around me were all trying so hard not to laugh that they were nearly collapsed on the floor. Viska was the worst of them all. That Rogue was sprawled on the ground, one wing sticking straight up at the ceiling, trembling like she was having a seizure. Unable to bear it any longer, I went over, grabbed the edge of her wing, and pinched it. She immediately let out a muffled cry of pain. At last, the world was quiet.
"Ahem, ahem. That's just a minor issue, no need to mind it." I pressed down on the communicator panel and did my best to keep my