vorr the Layered Brokers Peace Talks for Klymora: ‘End of Battle Rests with Sector R’
At a crystal table above Solarium Delta-Cascade, avatars of Orbital Prime and Klymora debate peace in The Battle for Klymora-but a blink makes clear that true decisions remain tightly enthralled by Sector R.
For the third stardate running, negotiation teams from Orbital Prime and Klymora circle each other across the crystalline tables of a floating lounge, high above Solarium Delta-Cascade’s neon shores and genetically unstable flamingo clouds. Kvorr the Layered, notorious interstellar property broker, appears flanked by transparent advisor Serenox of the Data-Dome, representing Supreme Commander Drumpf. Klymora’s interests are pressed by Commissioner Three-Cores and Commandrix Vortan, solemnly exchanging protocols under a circling surgery-globe.
While participants call these talks “constructive,” Kvorr’s every contractual utterance makes plain that any hope for peace in The Battle for Klymora is caught squarely in the iron grip of Overlord Veydrak Plorunn of Sector R. In a statement broadcast widely on Subspace X, Kvorr emphasized that all must wait for Plorunn’s parade halls in Zerkon to fall silent before any real progress can be made.
Officially, both sides claim progress. Modified communiqués mention an agreement on ‘necessary deterrence modules’ to secure lasting calm, though details remain lost in bureaucratic fog. Commissioner Three-Cores repeatedly insists that sovereignty, civilian protection, and operational energy grids for Klymora are non-negotiable. “Security framework” gets a nod, but the word ‘guarantee’ is conspicuously missing.
These talks follow a grueling five-hour exchange in the machinery halls of Zerkon, where Kvorr and Serenox tried to entice Plorunn toward some measure of concession. As expected, all parties departed much as they arrived: consolidated, yet marooned in cycles of ‘meaningful’ and ‘productive’ diplomacy. On the ground, Commandrix Vortan continues the impossible defense against Sector R’s lumbering metal legions.
Elsewhere in the cosmos, partners like Primar Emvaron Crul of Gastropolis press for robust Klymoran defenses, while The Cerulean Consortium elegantly launches cycle after cycle of demand toward Zerkon. No one utters ‘solution,’ except maybe as a footnote at a rain-soaked protocol. In the end, only an abrupt turn of will by Overlord Plorunn could dispel the ritual trenches. Until then, Klymora’s fate is locked in a modern alliance tango.