A Collection of Impossibilities

Scenario:

Vehtel, donning a clever light-manipulating eatharyian disguise, visits a space station which acts as a political hub of activity to deliver an invitation to Vena Qaw in person.

Create a fake identity. Long since done.
Get good at acting the part. Check. (Well, close enough.)
Give the crew something to do. Check.
Rent a ship under the new alibi. Check. (Future reference- get a better ship next time.)
Gather Information on the station. Check. (No memory stealing necessary luckily enough.)
Get on the station. Check.
Locate where Vena should be at around this time. Check.
Stop by and say hello. Currently underway...sort of.

Despite knowing well that they would want to explore the station, no such thing was included on their checklist, so their current goal would have to wait.
ElindarrQuan... Even the name was acceptable, aside from its present common spelling being... well, odd. The architecture was quite pleasant to observe, as it artfully mixed the styles of the many Races participating in the project. The neon over dramatic fixtures of the pixies, usually coming off as either overkill or just too overwhelming... The natural adornments that the teiranians bring to the table, what with their symbiosis enabling photosynthesis and all...The elegant yet archaic designs of the onixars, that seem to take more time focusing on minor details rather than overall effect and blend... Just combining these different styles was an impressive feat of the artistically inclined, one that Kiron had to at least give credit to. Even Kahtyo made a comment or two on it, and usually, he couldn't care less about art, instead, looking into the cultural aspects of it along with what it could give in the way of information on the creator or group that it originates from. Luckily Xroah leveled things out, viewing each as a window into the creator's imagination and emotions. Kiron was just impressed that all this worked somehow, and once the others caught up with this change in thought, they were as well.
This was an obstacle that the eatharyian empire has never had to face. Not once in their long and successful history have they needed, or had the chance, to set up such a large scale diplomatic project. As they were alone in the universe they could have never imagined a meeting between different races on a scale such as this... though lacking in jumping this hurdle, Vehtel could at least dwell in the sense that their people made this possible.

To those wandering about the station, Kiron appeared as a short onixar woman with long silvery hair pulled back in a braid adorned with golden jewelry, simple in design. Her eyes were light orange and conveyed a sense of kind innocence. As far as clothing went, it was standard; not too complex, but still elegant in its own way. She certainly didn’t stand out all that much but wasn’t just another person either a nice mix of inconspicuous and appealing to the eyes.
All this was made possible via, of course, some nice technology. Was it perfect? No, of course not. There are ways around the illusion, ways to easily break it, but she doubted that anyone on the station would look into the matter if not prompted, and certainly didn’t have the means to tamper with the illusion. The only issue with the facade would be a slip up made by Kiron herself. Possibly a curse, or forgetting an accent, or saying something out of character. 

One of these rooms should be it… ah. Alright then, commence the next checklist item- 'Stop by and say hello.' Hopefully, Vena will allow this polite girl to have a word or two with her, and if not... err... well, a backup plan would have to do. Kahtyo had one set up already, last the other two checked.

Kiron, or rather, the young Slevirlae, voiced her request to speak with Vena to the pixie guard standing in front of the door, remaining polite throughout the entire statement. She spoke in common, with a sweet tone to her voice and a slight accent seemingly due to a hint of anxiety. Xroah helped with a lot of this acting, while Kahtyo stayed out of it, focusing on the normal array of outside stimulus including a moving design on a nearby wall, a pattern made by colored light. It was quite pretty, actually, and easily identifiable as a pixie stylistic choice.

“Why do you need to talk with Lady Qaw?” The Pixie was an impressive 5’11”, with deep red and blue hair to accentuate this intimidation factor. He wasn’t armed, though this was to be expected as no weapons were allowed on board the station, aside from maybe in a few special cases. “Ah…” the woman began with a nervous gesture of moving a strand of hair back into place, an accurate reaction to this pixie guard's intimidating voice and appearance, “I-... I have a message to pass on to her, along with a... a personal request…-sir.” She quickly 'remembered' to use ‘sir’ as a polite gesture.
‘Good, good….’ Xroah practically coached Kiron on how to act, how to speak, and what sort of position to take. She also once again noted the decision to guise as an onixar rather than something else. They seemed to be generally trusted, and not exactly imposing or influential, unlike, say, the pixies. Sure, faking a sacaran, with their tough nature and often fierce demeanor would have been easier, and far more fun, but going with this seemed much more profitable... though yes, on occasion, quite boring, as Kiron has complained about many times before.
“A message? From whom?” the guard rightfully asked.
“I-” She turned for just a moment to glance at a dark-haired pixie male rounding the corner before turning back to the first. “S-sorry, ah, I don’t think you will recognize the name, -sir, but, it’s a message from Usyir `Greiviet` -Oh, sorry, the... the whole name isn’t really necessary... ah, s-sorry…” Though Kiron only got but a half glance of the pixie nearing them Kahtyo could work wonders with even less of an observation. He quickly checked to see if they knew who this might be, if they were armed... the standard procedure, really. He made sure not to bother the other two with the results as they were busy.
‘This seems promising so far, make sure not to seem too terribly desperate or anything…’ Xroah commented to Kiron.
Once the new arrival was in range he addressed the guard by the door with an authoritative tone, “Maqwyron?”  Xroah just had to note how cool of a name that was, though Kiron was not impressed. Either the tone or the speaker himself caused the first pixie to slip into the standard pixan attention stance, in which they stand at shoulder width with their arms behind their back.
“Yes, Sir?” He responded with respect.
The second Pixie turned to Slevirlae and asked, “Is he harassing you, miss?”
Kahtyo finally got some information on the new arrival and shared it with the others. Ah yes, Gear. The name, despite its... well, plain and unimpressive nature was attached to a definite person. With this new information they could prepare for... well, most anything if it related to the pixie guard, which is exactly what Kahtyo started on doing seeing as he had no actual task as of current. He compiled possibilities, mostly out of boredom. Gear of the Royal guard, the 4th highest ranking individual on the whole station, has been Vena’s bodyguard nearly her entire life. He was an older man, nearing the end of his lifespan. Not all the information was helpful, but he just liked to have something to do, even if it was insignificant in the long run.

“Oh- ah, n-no.” she shook her head slightly at the suggestion of Xroah, “Sorry, -sir, I, I was trying to speak with lady Vena Qaw, I have a message to deliver to her…” She let her voice trailed off a bit, and her stance seemed to display a nervous reaction to someone of such authority and importance. How this girl was going to get a message across to Vena with this sort of nervous tone was anyone's guess.
“A message... I see. You must be new here. ” Gear replied to the girl before turning to the other man, “Maq, You’re relieved. Report to Tes and Koy.”
“Yes, Sir.” Came the instant reply as the guard shifted to a human style salute before materializing his wings, which like all pixies, were made up of light. As he passed them by presumably on his way back top a ship, an unnatural tremor of fear introduced itself into Kiron, but as always, was nearly instantly ignored and processed by Xroah. Kiron had to fake more of a reaction that she would normally have. She did this with a nervous glance downward and another round of messing with a loose strand of hair to hide this fake fear.

‘Something tells me this might not work after all.’ Kahtyo shared his current opinion with the others.
‘Oh come on, at least have SOME faith in your own plan, Kahtyo... Besides, it’s not too bad.’ Kiron responded.

 Gear opened the door, and offered to lead the girl down the hallway, asking just as Maq had before, “Who’s the message from?”  She nervously followed him, answering promptly, “ Usyir `Greiviet`Kojirkn…-sir.”
‘I stand corrected.’ Kahtyo mentioned, genuinely impressed. Sure, the odds had been in their favor all along, but that situation pointed to failure... Now their next hurdle would be to keep Vena from, oh, having them ejected from the station by force the moment they revealed themselves.... yeah that’s looking awfully possible. Too bad the others were partially blinded by sharing their discovery... ah, well, let them. He would take care of the potential flaw in the plan as it came up.
‘See? Your plan worked after all!’ Xroah told them happily.
‘That it did. Let's see if everything else will fall into place.’ Kiron added.

The Onixar girl glanced at the hallways slightly as she was lead down it, interested in the architecture or design, it seems. She tried not to look at any one thing for too long, though. Gear soon addressed her again, “And you are…?”
“S-sorry, I am  Hacartarhn `Sevirlae` Lirryiuun” she replied with a respectful nod.