Anitami blues, and a demon who has obligingly purpled, are fairy-escorted there.

There are some Tapai diplomats waiting for them.

They land, except the fairy, who keeps hovering. 

"Hello! I apologize for not reaching out sooner, we've been terribly busy but that's no excuse. Aitim Neli, and these are Taleni and Samai Asa and Xefotli and Melexor."

"Pleased to meet you. Imata Ketpa," says one of the diplomats.

He glances at the demon. 

The demon holds out his hand and materializes a little golden statue of Imata Ketpa. It's very detailed. 

"We don't have a special effects team," Aitim says, handing it to her.

...she takes the statue.

"Ah," she says.

"They require reasonably well-specified instructions - a blueprint or a copy of something that already exists, you can't get a new novel out of it. There's a range limit, it's -" glance at demon -

        "About twice the distance from here to the sun," demon says.

"And it is possible - and, in fact, advisable - to impose additional restrictions for the protection of innocent parties. You'll notice that none of ours have directly hurt anybody; they can't. Our intent is to use this ability for infrastructure and terraforming. In our time Anitam and Tapa have a long history of friendship."

"In your time is 'Neli' still the federal election track name -"

"Yes."

"And you think the Emperor is hiding under the Apta Desert because..."

"May we have a scale model of the current surroundings of the Oahk Emperor -"

      Melexor provides.

"...well, I suppose that does look like the Apta Desert." Sigh.

"If you'd rather fetch him yourselves and extradite him that would also be satisfactory."

"It seems like you might have a more convenient time of it than we would but we'd like to send some observers."

"Of course." And they can hammer out details.

And then some Tapai observer yellows accompany the Anitami team to the Apta.

The relevant section of desert is persuaded to float.

Up it comes. An Imperial family member falls out of the edge.

Fairy prevents them from hitting the ground. Is everybody accounted for?

Emperor, wives, children.

"Thanks," the greys say cheerily to the Tapai observers. "We'll broadcast the trials."

"Are you trying the children?" one asks.

"Not the underage ones."

"What are you doing with those?"

"I don't know - they probably have relatives who we're not bothering with, or who got house arrest, maybe they'll place them there, maybe just with whoever's at the top of the list to adopt - blue kids don't come up much -"