Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26593284-20150904012253/@comment-25908355-20150908193804

A ship lands a few hundred meters away from Dorado's HQ. In a matter of minutes, guards swarm around it, and three tall figures come out. A white one, to the left, a blue one, to the right, and a yellow one, leading the pack.

White Diamond: Remember. The negotiations have to go sour!

Yellow Diamond: I won't forget. That's the whole reason we came all the way to this myserable dirt-ball in the first place.

Blue Diamond: Why are we even negotating with them? We should have been negotiating with the main rebel branch, not this runnaway division! I don't think the Zoltans will agree this counts...

Yellow Diamond: You two haven't read the Zoltan Protocol of Engagement. But I did. Double-checked, in fact. This will go perfectly according to the plan.

Blue Diamond checks a pocket-watch.

Blue Diamond: We're going to be early..

White Diamond: That's not as bad as being late.

Yellow Diamond: Both of you. Remember, leave the talking to me.

The two diamonds nod.