[Calibrating faster-than-light communications signal] [Constructing virtual Online Chatroom] [Complete. Broadcasting signal over wide-area network. Initiating subspace signal detection] [Signal acquired. Members joining...] [Members joining...] [Success.]
"This is the Moranokshiu Empire. Please respond."
"Heavenly People Holy Guardian Empire, online."
"Phethisia Primordial Empire, online."
"Rixian Seed Empire, online."
"Synthetic Continuity, initiating greeting protocol."
The participants did not communicate through video signals, instead using simple but more secure and discreet subspace voice transmissions.
This was a secret meeting of the Lost Empires.
"Habinte Unified Worlds, online. Long time no see, friends."
Even Dacha had joined. They were all remnants of the previous era, now gathered at the initiative of the Keepers of Knowledge.
"Keepers of Knowledge, what got into you today? Why did you call us here?"
The Sacred Guard Empress spoke coldly, highly wary of this sudden meeting.
"Heavenly People, since when did you start using the youngsters' names for us?" the Moranokshiu Empire said irritably.
"If there's nothing going on, I'm leaving," the Militant Isolationists replied.
"What's the rush? They must have something important to tell us if they called us here!"
The Enigmatic Observers instinctively snapped back.
"Useless Feitesiа, want to say that again?"
"Idiotic Rixi, want to insult us again?"
The Militant Isolationists and the Enigmatic Observers started fighting the moment they met. Since their last joint campaign against the Gray Tempest, friction between them had only grown, to the point that they could launch into a shouting match anytime, anywhere.
Machine Dad: On standby. Initiating communications silence.
"Stop arguing and hear what the Moranokshiu have to say," Habinte said helplessly.
"Shut up, you lot who forgot your roots. You have even less right to speak," the Rixian Seed Empire said disdainfully. "Who invited you here to drag down our prestige?"
"Hey, what the hell is wrong