"Oh, and if you have to ask yourself, is [Person] fucking with me? The answer is always yes,” he says, and ahead of them [Person] cackles and gives a little fistpump in the air. -- RecklessPrudence
Most humans, when elevated to the status of Ambassador, acquire an air of caution. A weight to their words as if they know that they hold the fate of their homeworld in their hands. Almost all of them approach becoming an Ambassador as cautiously as they would approach a beanbag stuffed with angry, venomous snakes.
And then there's the N'Oz Ambassador Yani Diakui. There have only been three occasions, so far, during her tenure when she was not smiling, and one of those was when she dropped off to sleep during a particularly dull part of the Meet. For the rest of it... the people she stopped smiling at definitely found themselves in deep trouble.
N'Oz is a Class Five Deathworld. Mess with its residents and you're sticking your hand into a bag of scorpions. That said, the N'Ozzies are easily the coolest and most collected members of the human colonies. If it only wasn't for that thing of, you know, living on a Class Five Deathworld...
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