The Ambassador let out a gasp. Then it was followed by the rest of the air in his lungs as he, and an awful lot of blood filled water, fell the three metres from below the Embassy formal meeting room ceiling onto the ornate floor, narrowly missing an antique consulate sofa by inches. He lay, stunned in a puddle, lifting his head and rolling onto one good arm as he struggled towards the velvety coach.
"Glad to see you return in one piece," the Diplomatic drone buzzed in, "I trust your unscheduled meeting with the Auran Emperor went well?"
"Uuuurgh," the Ambassador groaned, slowly pulling himself onto the sofa with his one arm, clutching his side and wincing from a shoulder that should not have been in that position, "Medic..!"
"Did you gain any insight into the Auran fleet and their tactics?" The drone busied itself tiding objects that did not need tidying across the room. The bloodied water was soaking into the approximation of a marble floor, cleaner bots arrived to mop up the rest A small doc bot emerged from a wall, hovered over to the Ambassador and tutted loudly, before injecting him, twice.
"In the last two hours, I have been forcibly woken up, thrown around by tentacles, slammed into walls, floors and ceilings. Then forcibly removed from diplomatic grounds against my will, teleported without permission, TWICE, dropped into half a mile deep cold water with NO protective dive suit, only my emergency gel suit saved me, AFTER I swallowed a lung full of salt water and cracked ribs! I have veen surrounded by blood thirsty Nautaloids as they watched space combat, like grannies at a wrestling match, then surrounded by ACTUAL blood filled water as they 'snacked with the show'. I was nearly eaten twice 'by mistake', and slapped so hard on the back as they celebrated that my shoulder is dislocated!"
"A quiet one then. Yes, we need to know how our allies fight?" The diplomatic droid intoned as the med bot deployed manipulative fields and relocated the Ambassador's shoulder. He screamed.
"What was the occasion?" The droid inquired.
"A Renegade fleet was trying to break through Auran communication lines The Aurans decided to show them this was a bad idea " The pain killers were obviously kicking in, as the Ambassador lay back on the now soaked sofa and waved his hand in the air, watching his fingers twiddling in front of the lights. He giggled slightly. "Two lines of ships, ready to fly, Aurans in red, white and black, Renegade in red and silver and green." 
"How much did you give him?" The diplomatic droid asked, "what do you mean multiple breakages and failures?" The med bot shrugged.
The Ambassador looked through his fingers, "Aurans were guarding three defense platforms, little ships and a big boy nearest us, a medium ship in the middle, and two destroyers guarding the third. The Aurans value hitting hard, their weapons aren't the greatest ranges, but their ships are tough, and they love messing with the minds of their opponents. While the Renegades, they are slippery looking for speed and range, hoping to strike from range."
"He means The Psychic Throne grouped with Serviles, while the Mind Master is the middle (nice alliteration) while the Thought Takers take the top," the droid uttered, as if mentally ticking off the ship classes.
The Ambassador poked a finger at tan imaginary screen, "Enslavers in green to the top, little guys, lots of vanguards and subjugators in the middle, their medium classes, and a Dreadnaught facing the Auran and little big boys."
"The, what did you call them? Serviles? Were sent to tangle with the Renegade Dreadnaught, and we got to see their 'Sludge Rockets' in action, short ranges, and splattered shield generators." The Ambassador noted, "The Renegade fast green Enslavers flotilla swiftly swivelled sideways."
"What did you give him?" The Diplomatic droid looked at the Med Bot, "you can't put him in a med-tank yet, we need all the info we can from him."
"The Serviles took a hammering from the Dreadnaught, but gave a good fight before getting fried." The Ambassador giggled."There;'s only one Auran crew member per ship, and these were crewed by great-nephews of the Emperor, so he won't mid three losses, three less long term threats!"
The Ambassador was now definitely starting to look fuzzy, "Never noticed the lights in here, do they always glow like that? Anyway, the Mind Master moved menacingly." He flopped back onto the now stained and soaking sofa.
"What do you mean you can't give him any stims as he needs rest?" The Diplomatic Droid span round to the medic, unseen conversation flickering between them. 
"Thought Takers to the top, along with weapons platforms, were starting to damage the Enslaver flotilla. The weapons platforms were taking hits, but the little guys were hardly scratching its armour." The Ambassador was now fixated on the ceiling, "Was it always blue?". 
The Ambassador hummed, "The Thought Takers were so confident that they could move away towards the Vanguard bigger ships. Have I always had that many fingers?"
The Ambassador tried to roll over, groaned, and rolled back, a slight dribble of blood was wiped off his cheek, "The Dreadnaught was concentrating on the weapons platform, it hardly noticed the Auran Psychic Throne moving up. Not many front guns, but oh boy, wait until you see that one send out a broadside! Mixed with Sludge Rockets from the Mind Master, and they were tearing into the Dreadnaught."
The Diplomatic droid swivelled to the Med Bot, "No, you cannot sedate him yet." 
"One of the subjujgators sizzled and was silenced under a broadside," The Ambassador giggled, groaned and gurgled all at the same time.
"He's really not looking good," The Med Bot fussed over the Ambassador.
"You know I have fifteen times your memory and processing power, what makes you think I can't just download the medical data I need to save him?" The Diplomat hummed, trying to deflect from the state of the Ambassador.
"Oh, I'm sure you already have, but I have experience and a set of tools to help." Laser scalpels and and mini-buzzsaws hummed. 
The Ambassador, though clenched eyes, groaned, "The Thought Takers took out another Subjugator. Gods this hurts, I need more meds."
The Med Bot quickly swung into action. 
"Even with the capital ship gone, the Enslavers were desperately trying to take down the weapons platform." The Ambassador perked up slightly.
"The Aurans stripped the dreadnaught of its shields, and it was sitting duck under Auran psychic effects, but the Renegades did take down a weapons platform, but they needed two for clear passage. Psychic Slugs is really unfair you know, they are shelled bivalves, I wonder if I get grown a new body, an I try one of theirs?"
"So, their abilities can affect other ships, interesting..." The Diplomatic droid noted. 
"They even forced the Dreadnaught to head straight at the asteroid, pursued by The Mind Master, at that point the Renegades turned tail and boosted out, just like I'm about to boost out of consciousness!".The Ambassador smiled wanely.
The Ambassador reached out a hand to the Diplomatic Droid, and pointed his other at the walls behind it. "You know, I'm sure those paintings were not there this morning?" As he slumped into unconsciousness.
"Just need to f..." Sparks and an armoured tentacle erupted from teh Diplomatic Droid's flank.
"They're a good interpretation of the action." An unblinking eye stared in from the Imperial visiting pool.
"Just get him in a tank!" The Emperor's thoughts sent the Med Bot scrurrying, as a tentacle withdrew from the smoldering remains of the Diplomatic Droid, somewhere is the basement, printer whirred..
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