{Interstellar Human Military Junta: It is a tremendous honor to speak with an empire as powerful and mysterious as yours! We are the Interstellar Human Military Junta, and all our citizens, with utmost reverence and trepidation, express our respect and awe toward the great Rixian Seed Empire!}
{Interstellar Human Military Junta: Ancient and mighty Ancient Empire, if you would deign to look upon our insignificant young civilization and accept our homage and praise, we would be profoundly honored!}
{Rixian Seed Empire: Young and feeble civilization, the great Rixian Seed Empire accepts your homage.}
{Rixian Seed Empire: Do not bother us without good reason.}
These prickly old bastards, who hated other species but loved being praised, were kind of cute.
All he had to do now was keep sweet-talking the old bastards. Once he had kissed their asses enough, their opinion of him would naturally rise.
The Fallen Empire had plenty of hedonists among its population. They relied on ancient, advanced automation to produce the resources that sustained their pleasures, and Xi Yan thought that might give him an opening.
In short, kiss ass first and worry about the rest later!
There was nothing else he could do in the game. Unlike other Fallen Empires, the Militant Isolationists did not have a variety of events. Their whole thing was isolation, after all.
But in reality, surely chatting online was an option!
{Interstellar Human Military Junta: O ancient and mighty Rixian Seed Empire! Please forgive the offense caused by our fleet, lowly as ants. Our sole purpose is to locate and attack a nearby, foolish tin-can Genocidal Empire. With utmost trepidation, we promise never to approach your borders.}
{Rixian Seed Empire: Good. It seems I need not emphasize that point.}
*Enjoy yourselves while you can. When the Synthetic Queen arrives, you Militant