Milra: Capri, Vigo, I tire of these courts. Are we not allowed to live in our own genesis, in our own star paths? Much has been done to remove us from the Terrans and I have seen little evidence that it is best for them.

Capri: Our removal has saved millions of their lives. If we could put barriers on our powers and live among them freely without the great cost of their lives then I would gladly never hold another court, but alas we have found ourselves incapable of patience and restraint.

Score: Have any of you star-sons seen the insect they call bee? A happenstance of our mere presence in their system. It works to produce their honey. It can at times deal to them a non-lethal sting that pinches the Terrans for a short time, but other than that it holds no power against them. That is what they are to us. So why do we care how our power impacts them?

Yanares: In fact they are lesser. For they make us no honey and they deal us no sting.

Rus: This is where you two find yourselves ignorant. You bumble around just like the bees you so insult. These bees maintain almost their entire ecosystems. Without them their air would eventually poison them. You think we are not bound to them similarly? It is proud to claim we have no need of the Terrans.

Canter: Their bees dance to speak to each other. Is there not beauty in their existence? Should their beauty not be enjoyed and protected because it is beautiful?

Leonora: This conversation of beauty and insect affronts my patience. Why are we here, Vigo?

Vigo: It is Peseran, StarMother.

Milra: Yes, I do not disagree that their lives and their beauty should be protected, but this is Peseran. The most gentle among us. Can we not find leniency and forgiveness for her?

Vigo: Peseran built a city. Though I do my best to maintain eyes and mind free of preconceptions and bias in my investigations, the city was glorious, StarLord. Truly wondrous. Made entirely of gold. They called it El Dorado. It flourished under Peseran's guidance. Art, wealth, progress, beauty. And Peseran lived openly among them as an artisan and nothing more.

Leonora: Then why does my precious time waste away arguing among my knights instead of reveling in this reunion?

Peseran: Our city was to be attacked, FireLight. Foreigners from across their ocean sought our riches and in return we were to take their disease, religion, and their rule. I met with their leaders and did everything I could to reason with them. I divined their language and tried to explain. They would not listen to a humble artisan, and refused my every compromise. So I slew them all. When I started I could not stop. I showed them my true power and my sword of star-fire sung happily again. Then I stole my city away. It now orbits safe close to Jupiter as a moon. The other Terrans deserve it not.

Leonora: You mean to tell me there is a Terran city maintained by our power deep under their ocean and floating in their space?

Vigo: That is right, Leonora.

Canter: My sister, Peseran, my brother Score, and myself all have noticed the danger and hatred that the Terrans pose to each other. They are too young and their lives are too fleeting to understand that their differences are small in the scope of the world. We have done what we can to maintain life. Though Score and now Peseran have taken more violent routes, I understand their passion.

Gema: I agree that the people of Terra are fickle and fleet. However, there is something about them that is undeniably and uniquely exciting, engaging and enticing. They are tempters, dancers, and hold great adventure within themselves.

Rus: They bring the fervor of war and the comfort of peace to me, all at once.

Leonora: Yes, yes. They are exciting and strange. I grasp this. Peseran, bound you are to Jupiter. Close enough to your precious city, in which you may visit and build abode if you so desire. You all need to work harder to keep limits on your power. We play with lives, it is true. Though to us it seems small, to them it is all they know or will ever know.