His black suit glistened on him. The sleeves are wide and worn in white long gloves. The trousers were tucked into high boots, giving the impression of a rider on a horse. A black-and-white cape hung from his shoulders to the level of his knees, tied in a bow around his neck and artificially raised on his shoulders. On his head, he wore a metal helmet with a chased pattern of local gods. The helmet covered his neatly braided hair and part of his forehead, which only emphasized his oval face. A straight nose, thin maroon lips, and a slightly unshaven chin.
His general appearance was similar to the formidable and cunning tyrant, as depicted in the painting "Weight crushing the world of Tania", in the role of the heavenly god Weight, who conquered people, whom Tomaka saw as a child, in a mythical book. You can give credit to the local tailors, his clothes shone with their body-permeable power.
Tomaka understood that it was useless to argue with this important man right now, and decided to simply submit to his conditions for the time being.
– My name is Tomaka, – he said.
– Very, very nice, – Emperor Maront smiled back.
– This is Pythons, my assistant, – Tomaka said, pointing with his right hand at Pythons.
– I understand, – said Emperor Maront, nodding his head slightly.
– This is Timba's co – pilot, – Tomaka pointed at Timba with his left hand.
– I understand, – Emperor Maront repeated, still nodding his head.
– And I, Vella! The crew doctor, – Vella introduced herself.
– Nice to meet you, – Emperor Maront added, and then said, – And you've already met my space commander, Kaaran.
– We didn't want to cause you any trouble, our team didn't know you were here, – Tomaka said apologetically.
– I already know that you refuse to give us the elements, – Emperor Maront said. – Where are you from? – Emperor Maront asked.
– I was born on Raibonne, a planet in the galaxy of the Catamastra Islands, – Tomaka said.
– That doesn't mean anything to me. And, how many people live in your galaxy? – Emperor Maront asked.
– I can't say that, but I think it's the usual amount of the average galaxy, – Tomaka said.
– And how much value do you have there? – Emperor Maront asked.
– I wouldn't say that much. We have to make sorties, conduct expeditions, such as we have now. Flying to uninhabited planets helps preserve our values, – Tomaka said.
– Why do I ask how our former brothers left our planet, we do not know anything about distant galaxies, their population, in general, about everything that is happening in space, – said the Emperor Maront.
– Well, then, you need to connect to the shared space library, – Timba suggested jokingly.
– What is it, a shared space library? – Emperor Maront asked seriously.
– He's joking, but there really is such a thing, they digitize a path from planet to planet and there already, collect information and distribute it throughout the cosmos. Everything is connected to flying libraries, that is, devices with large memory and data conductivity.
– So we need to join them, – Emperor Maront said ironically. – I hope our guests will share new information for us? – Emperor Maront asked.
– Over a good glass of intoxicating lyre, we could have a chat, – Timba joked, "seriously" to himself.
– We have no Lyre, but we have a refreshing champa, a tonic drink, our Sipurian wealth, – Emperor Maront said hospitably, and felt the sweet and slightly burning taste of champa in his mouth. From the sensations, he even became a little kinder, in front of everyone.
