"There are some sensory ones that aren't chip-loading, if they hijack existing senses - like magnetism you sense in your fingertips, sort of, though once you get used to it it just feels like having an intuition that something is magnetic. I bet something like that could be done for spatial awareness."

"That'd be cool, I have decent accuracy hitting stuff I can't see but it's not perfect."

"I'll tell a team to start developing it. We should probably at some point have sat down and gone over all our capabilities and the ways they might be useful to you but I have a lot of people under my command and it'd be a very long sit down."

"Yeah, I'd imagine. Do you need any more of these trinkets conjured up for your people?"

"Everyone has them. We could do them for the locals."

"Lemme know when you've assessed demand."

"There'll be demand, it's constrained by concern about whether this is escalation."

"Yeah. I'm hoping there's a line between stuff you couldn't do and stuff that'd take you a while."

"Mass production of these was going to be one of our priorities when we landed anyway, yeah.

Is there anything I should tell the people sifting through Angband's communications to look for in particular? Anything, other than 'this is what we're going to try to achieve at the parley', that'd incline you to attend it?"

"If it's confusing that he'd ask for you I want a good model of why that might be. If it's suspicious that he'd offer what he's suggesting he'd offer I want a model of what he's trying to get out of it. I think it may be unwise to try to learn these things by going and asking, so - basically I want the informational advantage and don't have enough of it to narrow down what to look for."

"Yeah. Well. I worry that no matter how careful my people are, having three hundred thousand people reading Angband's communications is bound to result in missing some connections or some patterns that aren't worth drawing attention to on their own. I've been trying to set up procedures that minimize that, but I expect it's imperfect." He frowns. "How likely is it that the Enemy can hold you prisoner?"

"I have no special advantage at moving around. Interpolation and displacement should get me past anything material but I might be stymied by a force field like what Doriath's got or something like that - might be able to finagle it but it'd be difficult and experimental."

"So a serious risk. Okay. I don't think we can trust even spoken oaths from them, it's possible they'd have found a way to do it with illusions. All in all I do not think we can parley, which is unfortunate because I'd happily trade near-certain death in a stupid trap for a year to evacuate."

Nod nod nod.

Brithombar. "I gather we've loaded you up with space experiments. Good skill with everything. I don't expect things here to move particularly quickly."

"I will not leave the space neighborhood lest something exciting happen when we don't show up to parley," Cam says, "but yeah."

He nods and disembarks.

Cam goes to space with his orcs.

"Hey guys," he tells the orcs. "You have probably figured out by now that I am keeping you prisoner. I cannot at this time stop doing that. I'm gonna move you somewhere more comfortable though."

They don't argue. They're mostly being quiet.

"Any requests for the place?"

"...somewhere the kids'll be safe and we can serve Melkor and help with the war?"

"I meant more like decor and what should be in the pantry and how strongly you feel about access to gravity."

They're big fans of access to gravity. Could it look like back home?

If they would like their literal house he can do that!

Okay if he's doing a gravity well he needs to be a ways out. He flies a ways out, fiddling with a scale model of their house until he can get it hooked up to a generator and water tank instead of a municipal grid. They will orbit Endorë's sun but not Endorë itself. Osanwë range won't be a concern that far out. Pinhole, shell around the pinhole with radiation shielding, atmo, house. He lands their shuttle on it and interpolates them a door. "There is not a garbage collection service out here but out behind the house is a small locked grate - too little for a kid to squeeze through but don't drop anything you like in there. What will you need to be comfortable for a longish while?"

Food stocks, mostly, and some books, and would he tell all their relatives and friends and coworkers that they're not dead?