My workers aren't here to pave the way for my conquering, if that's what you're wondering.
[ Tight lipped, just as tall as him, she orders her Pearl out of this conversation lest she insults this... alien overlord. Negotiations, not peace nor war, were the best platitudes when it came to unfortunate, tangling situations like this. Some of her gems had been reduced back to stone, others shattered-- while she fought a lip snarl at that, she maintained her dignity as all leaders eons old should. Anger is weakness, it's a crack in your gem your enemy can widen and carve out. It's best reserved for petty arguments or when her foot should be slammed down. ]
We are merely mining minerals from your planet to create more gems. Surely you don't need silicon–oxygen tetrahedra mixed with trace elements of other materials, such as iron or irradiation. My research indicates it's valueless to the rich and at most, used to forge petty jewelry imitating stronger compounds.
[ She was deliberately doing this-- using her big words to sidestep herself into less of an invader and more of a harvester. ]
Our machines dig out and deposit the necessary materials needed to form gems at a slightly accelerated rate. These become our species, and join us back on homeworld to continue society there. So no, I am not conquering. I'm borrowing fertile land from your cliff sides. It was very unnecessary for you to shatter my innocent workers.
[ Her tone is terse there, just enough to show that it wasn't something she'd appreciate any longer. ] But you can agree that this is better than your assumption, correct?
timeline is 6,000 years ago.
[ Tight lipped, just as tall as him, she orders her Pearl out of this conversation lest she insults this... alien overlord. Negotiations, not peace nor war, were the best platitudes when it came to unfortunate, tangling situations like this. Some of her gems had been reduced back to stone, others shattered-- while she fought a lip snarl at that, she maintained her dignity as all leaders eons old should. Anger is weakness, it's a crack in your gem your enemy can widen and carve out. It's best reserved for petty arguments or when her foot should be slammed down. ]
We are merely mining minerals from your planet to create more gems. Surely you don't need silicon–oxygen tetrahedra mixed with trace elements of other materials, such as iron or irradiation. My research indicates it's valueless to the rich and at most, used to forge petty jewelry imitating stronger compounds.
[ She was deliberately doing this-- using her big words to sidestep herself into less of an invader and more of a harvester. ]
Our machines dig out and deposit the necessary materials needed to form gems at a slightly accelerated rate. These become our species, and join us back on homeworld to continue society there. So no, I am not conquering. I'm borrowing fertile land from your cliff sides. It was very unnecessary for you to shatter my innocent workers.
[ Her tone is terse there, just enough to show that it wasn't something she'd appreciate any longer. ] But you can agree that this is better than your assumption, correct?