PSL Containment

[forwearemany]

Wanna do something with Legion? Holler at me and we can set something up here.

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[blue_eyed_obsession]

There would be another opportunity to do so later, against a different opponent.

Kaiba had always been a skeptic, both in his own dimension and in the void. That wasn't something that was likely to change. He could however learn from his mistakes and adapt. Being able to do so was imperative to survival in any sort of environment. The memories, if they were there were still buried by whatever supernatural force prevented them from being instantly recalled upon departure.

The security detail, still fanned out followed their boss dutifully back inside. A few were right behind Kaiba, a few followed behind Legion, the rest stayed with the spacecraft eying it dubiously. The gaming and leisure technology mogul selected the nearest conference room for this most peculiar meeting. Punching a few buttons on the telephone, he ordered some coffee be brought up. "Heh, you don't need anything do you?" When the call ended he motioned his guest to take a seat wherever the machine wanted.

[forwearemany]

Legion, for their part, is a perfectly well behaved guest. They follow Kaiba to the conference room without protest or incident, silent except for the gentle whirring as they glance at various parts of their surroundings and as their headflaps shift and ripple. There are a number of questions that they have: is his brother doing well? Is Yugi? But they know the first will make him suspicious and he is unlikely to answer the latter.

Instead, they turn their attention to the answers they will give him.

"We do not." They confirm his suspicions, then take a glance at the available seating - is it likely to support their weight? It looks structurally sound, so after a moment they will sit.

Despite their obvious size and power they fold up in such a way as to look unobtrusive and utterly nonthreatening when they sit. They almost give off an impression of being ...small.

you may bap me with a newspaper

[blue_eyed_obsession]

Although Legion is doing a masterful job in attempting to seem both non-threatening and non-combative it's not enough for the guards around them, which watch the machine with eagle-eyed precision behind their shades. The conference room affords more room to spread out, and Kaiba for one is glad to no longer have his own men breathing down his neck as he takes up position at the head of the table. This poses to be one-of-those-days so the coffee will be a much needed infusion of energy. Still, he supposed it beat the monotonous line-up he already had scheduled. It was a wise decision on his guest's part not to start with anything too personal as it would have been met defensively.

"Thought not," but like a dutiful host he had to at least offer. The sight of this advanced technology situated on the rather mundane looking chair was almost comical, but Kaiba kept the smirking to a minimum. Once he seated himself, he leaned on his elbows, and threaded his fingers together as he slightly leaned forward.

"So what's this about an alliance?"

Lol I'm even worse

[forwearemany]

And now for the hard part. Sort of.

They consider what information it is best to share. They know that Kaiba Seto will not believe them if they say he has met them before, but he is also unlikely to accept a lack of explanation, and they do not wish to lie.

Perhaps, a subset of their programs suggests, a sufficient explanation can be given without divulging their past alliance. Their headflaps ripple rhythmically as they consider. Outwardly, it takes only seconds to come to a consensus:

"We did not originate on this planet." A pause, a fluttering of headflaps. "We are seeking contact with individuals on other worlds who are judged likely to be amenable. You may examine the capabilities of our transport to verify." It's a spaceship. A spaceship capable of interstellar and interplanetary travel... albeit a very tiny one. Legion doesn't exactly need things like food or air.