The Feline Furrdom

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Us again. So, you asked for an alliance? We accept! May we share the spoils of war together!'

Fabulous! We shall conquer the Galaxy hand-in-paw!

How come I didn't get invited to the alliance?

We're just waiting on 1 vote from one of the members, then you're in.

As the Felines go about their business, his furriness sat back in his seat, and with a sudden jolt, in front of him, he notices two people materializing. One, a male Hydropedalis, with some tough scale armour, the other is a female one, they have exotic clothes and is adorned with exquisite plants and some gold. With a Sapphire on her crowd.

The male one steps forward stamping his staff on the ground, "Her Royal Majesty, Queen Merusia the 5th Regina, Empress of the Aegir Throne, connected via neural projection."
She looks over and scowls at the Guardian, "Do not be so formal, these are friends."
The male bows, "Forgive me." he turns to the King of the Cats, "Before you ask, Neural Projection is a technique where the brain is connected to the Queoa, and a 'holographic' version is displayed."
The guard fades and Queen puts down her trident on the ground, her sign of Sovereignty, "Our civilization have only just blossomed, forever as a lower species, we have admired your great... furrdom. I see that your species have a long and arduous rivalry with the Republican 'Communists'. Now, that will not stop us, will it? I have dispatched some Queoa to deliver some exotic foods from our planet. And I hope that we may prosper in an alliance and trade."

The sudden appearance of these two strange, scaly creatures startled the Nyan Bodyguard.

Startled bodyguards

But once the aliens begin to speak, the Grean Nyan waves his furry paw to put the bodyguard at ease. Though the kittehs back down, they remain wary of the guests.

"Well, this is the first we have heard of your species. What corner of the galaxy do you come from?"
The Great Nyan peers closer at the hologram.
"And are you... underwater?"
The kitty's stomach begins to growl as he realizes that it is already lunch time.

They look remarkably like fish, he thinks. I wonder if they taste like fish too... mhmm...

His Furriness quickly clears his head of those thoughts.

These fish are friends, not food!

"We are interested in your exotic food, fishy creatures of Aegir! For trade, we can offer you PopTarts- a delicious snack mined from the depths of Planet Poptartica.
As to your offer of an alliance: we must first ask where you stand on the issue of the Furrdom-Socialism rivalry?"

"I am not really here, also we are as tall as the Terrans so you would not be able to eat us. Our stance is that we want no part in your Civil War. We can give you some whales if you need to wet your appetite. We share a common Ally so I hope we can come the agreement, if not an alliance perhaps some technology?"