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After the near World War that almost enveloped the planet the Vascilian League of Mars would like to hold a world peace conference, the objective of the meeting is for MIDAS and The Vascilian League of Mars to communicate with each other and discuss the issues that are most important, opening trade between the two politcal entities will be on the top of the Agenda for AF politicians.

The Conference is open to any space nation who is interested in opening a dialogue with the two great Martian Leagues. May the founder be with you in your future endeavours.

The Pilonese Delegation (which is going with a well armed escort) will be dispatched immediately. We still hope to find a peaceful solution to the situation and this may be the chance we were looking for.

It seems as though your allies have no interest in a peace conference...

"Will this meeting be held in orbit, or under the influence of gravity?"

-The Ring Masters and Keepers of the Solette

It will be held in Beautiful Vascilia City, Mars.

A diplomat shows up and gets right down to business.

"Please, state your positions. We wish to at least hear you out."

It will be held in Beautiful Vascilia City, Mars.

"In that case, we must attend via teleconference."

(Assuming videoscreens and/or holoprojectors in the conference room.)

In the conference room appeared the image of a young Spacer, with black almond-shaped eyes, pale skin, and prominent veins. Over his wiry frame was draped a loose yellow silk vest and blue silk pants.

"uh sir...Im a Maitre'd, the conference begins tomorrow, please sir the party is this way" the Maitre'd directs the Sunset official to a set of tall wooden doors that lead into a grand ballroom, almost packed to the brim with AF politicians, Military officer and other notables, including a holgraphic representation of Space Guilder, all dressed in formal attire.

A pale balding man in an AF dress uniform approached the Sunset delegate and reaches his hand out "Iam Overlord Kint, welcome to the County"

"New ArAreBee will be attending this conference."

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A red pyramid was seen sulking out of the water as it passed out of the warp cone, and skimmed off the surface towards the conference.

On Pinnacle Base, a screen opened up. Base Commander Terence smiled at the AF opposite number. "Hello, Imperator."

The Imperator looked at the Roanian, just hours before he was his sworn enemy. "Good evening" he chortled, "what is it we are to do here on Pinnacle base, Lord?" asked Imperator Kinezki

"Hello. My name is Wilson."

Wilson is tall with short cropped brown hair, green eyes, and a build like a prizefighter. He wears the standard SDF uniform and has a sword - a spatha in this instance - slung at his side.

The Imperator looked at the Roanian, just hours before he was his sworn enemy. "Good evening" he chortled, "what is it we are to do here on Pinnacle base, Lord?" asked Imperator Kinezki

"As a neutral area, I feel the meeting should take place here.

Also, CRO Black has asked me to show one of your soldiers a... project we have been working on."

"A Corporate Officer shall be sent to attend this conference, with a squadron of personal bodyguards of course."

"Hello. My name is Wilson."

Wilson is tall with short cropped brown hair, green eyes, and a build like a prizefighter. He wears the standard SDF uniform and has a sword - a spatha in this instance - slung at his side.

"Greetings Wilson, I trust you're enjoying your stay? I must warn you...Im a psyker. Have you met Lady Sanian?" Kint made a gesture to a beautiful dark haired women wearing the royal colours of House Sanian, she curtseyed and reached out here hand "Enchanted to meet you..." she beamed. Kint looked at them both. "Filomena will be your escort for the night, I hope you are alright with that?" he asked

The Imperator looked at the Roanian, just hours before he was his sworn enemy. "Good evening" he chortled, "what is it we are to do here on Pinnacle base, Lord?" asked Imperator Kinezki

"As a neutral area, I feel the meeting should take place here.

Also, CRO Black has asked me to show one of your soldiers a... project we have been working on."

"The conference has already started, Lord. What is this project of yours?" asked the Imperator, he seemed interested, unlike the standard military types...the State troops were more educated and as a result more open to other cultures. But as a result of their education more indoctrinated into the Theocracy then any other.

OOC: Did I mention bodyguards? Nope. Wilson is alone.

"That will be acceptable. I don't have any plans for the evening - perhaps some dinner and some sleep."

OOC: Did I mention bodyguards? Nope. Wilson is alone.

"That will be acceptable. I don't have any plans for the evening - perhaps some dinner and some sleep."

Really...drat, I thought everyone had brought them...I changed the message.

Moria Colony, Crimmond's Martian province, respectfully declines to attend.

"The conference has already started, Lord. What is this project of yours?" asked the Imperator, he seemed interested, unlike the standard military types...the State troops were more educated and as a result more open to other cultures. But as a result of their education more indoctrinated into the Theocracy then any other.

"Ah, well. Wheel this screen into the room, will you? I don't have the call number for those screens." Base Commander Terence sat back. Pitiful waterlovers.

OOC: Did I mention bodyguards? Nope. Wilson is alone.

"That will be acceptable. I don't have any plans for the evening - perhaps some dinner and some sleep."

Sanian made light conversation with Wilson, asking him questions about his homelife. Then suddenly she had changed, her mood went dark. "Do you know what really happened to my father?" she asked him, "The government says he was in charge of a rescue operation...Crimmond pirates attacked his fleet with out warning and killed him. I dont believe that story at all." Wilson looked at her blankly "I just thought that...since your nation was involved in the operation that you might know what happened." she looked away, embarassed that she asked. A tear ran down her cheek.

The carvan of representatives from ADK Mars made their way through the frozen wasteland between Vascilia County and ADK Mars. Wearing oxegyn masks, and what looked a lot like stillsuits (From Dune) they trudged towards the meeting. Some rode in converted APC's, reffitted for Mars, but most walked.

They were Clan Leaders, the Speaker of the Council, and Soldiers. In all some 50 representatives and 200 soldiers.

the soldeirs were merely defending them from raiders which traversed the open areas beteewen Neo Pandora, New Roan, Burnatonia, ADK Mars, and Vascilia County.

They came to make a point, and hopefully ADK Mars wouldn't be covered by water.

"I cannot honestly say. I just returned from Reploid Productions - I haven't even looked over any of the fleet activities since I left."

Finding a resturant that served pasta he went in. "I hope you don't mind - it was nothing but camp food and I'm starving for something gourmet."

"I cannot honestly say. I just returned from Reploid Productions - I haven't even looked over any of the fleet activities since I left."

Finding a resturant that served pasta he went in. "I hope you don't mind - it was nothing but camp food and I'm starving for something gourmet."

"I understand...Do as you wish in our city, you are to enjoy the all the facilities."

The Kinslayer will be sending a delegate.

....

A short (relatively) Therian makes his way into Vascilla County. He is only 2 meters in height, but is unusual in other ways. Unlike most of his species, he has white scales instead of blue, and his eyes are gold instead of green. "Hello, my name is Norak, the embasador from the Therian nation. I believe there was a meeting scheduled sometime in the near future."

Ravenspire will send a delegate.

Alaric Morgannan
Chief Diplomat

"Enjoy yourselves gentleman, this is a peaceful gathering intended for us to get to know one another." Boomed Overlord Kint gleefully. The Overlord made his way over to the delegates from the ADK and asked "Well hello, honoured guest's. Is there anything I can get for you?"

OOC:

you guys should wander around and talk to the other Delegates...this is more or less a conference set up so that we can get to know each others culture, tastes and motives.

I know next to nothing about the majority of your nations...I'd like to before I start negotiating peace.

"Poor Dr. Messer is still busy with the new MIDAS treaty meeting, who shall we send?"

"How about Bozon?"

"The Kid?"

"He'll probably be the next MoD, and that probably won't be too long from now. He has to get actual experiance sometime."

"You don't think that'll insult the Vascilians?"

"Of course it will!" *smile*

*smile back* "Your mean Beth."

"Yea, but not too cautious. If they pull a stunt, we'll have to find a new junior minister."

"Better then replacing 'ole Messer."

"Tell Bozon that."

*cring* "OK, not that good. I agree though, lets send him in. Solo."

"I'll let him know to get ready, he'll be so excited!"

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The Phoenix spacecraft, the sporty version, trimbled under Mark Bozon's hands. He was quite used to flying starships. He wasn't used to going into major negotiations with a large group of powerful nations, hosted by a rogue state, alone. I hope this doesn't kill me he thought, meaning both his nervous flying and the said theocratic dictatorship.

As he approached the boarder of the Vascilian nation, a call came over the radio. "Identify yourself." Short, hostile, fascist alright! At least they as...demanded first.

"Vascilian control, Wazzu Elysium flight Alpha-Zeta-Charlie-9-9-7. I am to represent Wazzu in the peace talks, over." Damn, he thought, messed that one up good. Mark Bozon counted the seconds to the reply.

Seeing that other guests have begun to arrive the Pilonese delegation files our of their armored Shuttle. There are 20 Guards, each guard is carrying a heavy Phased Plasma Rifle, an Exosuit that is completely enclosed from the outside environment, and some of the highest grade Cybernetics and Bionics that Pilon can equip.
The Ambassador files out of the craft in the midst of these guards, his name is Singleson, a prominant Ambassador in the Ministry of External Affairs.
The delegation proceeds to the ball room and heads directly for the Sunset representative. They stand nearby him and begin to mingle with the other representatives there.

Wilson had finished his dinner - angel hair with pesto and garlic - and had returned to the reception area. Spotting the Pilon envoy he walked over, sword swinging behind him. "Ambassador," he nodded politely. "Cmdr Eric Wilson, SDF."

"Poor Dr. Messer is still busy with the new MIDAS treaty meeting, who shall we send?"

"How about Bozon?"

"The Kid?"

"He'll probably be the next MoD, and that probably won't be too long from now. He has to get actual experiance sometime."

"You don't think that'll insult the Vascilians?"

"Of course it will!" *smile*

*smile back* "Your mean Beth."

"Yea, but not too cautious. If they pull a stunt, we'll have to find a new junior minister."

"Better then replacing 'ole Messer."

"Tell Bozon that."

*cring* "OK, not that good. I agree though, lets send him in. Solo."

"I'll let him know to get ready, he'll be so excited!"

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The Phoenix spacecraft, the sporty version, trimbled under Mark Bozon's hands. He was quite used to flying starships. He wasn't used to going into major negotiations with a large group of powerful nations, hosted by a rogue state, alone. I hope this doesn't kill me he thought, meaning both his nervous flying and the said theocratic dictatorship.

As he approached the boarder of the Vascilian nation, a call came over the radio. "Identify yourself." Short, hostile, fascist alright! At least they as...demanded first.

"Vascilian control, Wazzu Elysium flight Alpha-Zeta-Charlie-9-9-7. I am to represent Wazzu in the peace talks, over." Damn, he thought, messed that one up good. Mark Bozon counted the seconds to the reply.

The reply came back Terse over the vox link. "You are cleared to land at port 3-3-2, welcome to Vascilia County."

Seeing that other guests have begun to arrive the Pilonese delegation files our of their armored Shuttle. There are 20 Guards, each guard is carrying a heavy Phased Plasma Rifle, an Exosuit that is completely enclosed from the outside environment, and some of the highest grade Cybernetics and Bionics that Pilon can equip.
The Ambassador files out of the craft in the midst of these guards, his name is Singleson, a prominant Ambassador in the Ministry of External Affairs.
The delegation proceeds to the ball room and heads directly for the Sunset representative. They stand nearby him and begin to mingle with the other representatives there.

A short wiry Politcal officer sauntered up to the Pilonese delegation and raised his hand in a halting motion "Either your bodyguards are to surrender their weapons or they will have to stay by your transport...you would probably ask the same of us." he stated.

A NGEN shuttlecraft descended past the atmosphere until the Vascilia was in sight.
"This is the shuttle 2205 to Vascilia control. We are requesting permission to land. We have the Rowan Tomungo, Head of the Diplomacy Corps on board."

A NGEN shuttlecraft descended past the atmosphere until the Vascilia was in sight.
"This is the shuttle 2205 to Vascilia control. We are requesting permission to land. We have the Rowan Tomungo, Head of the Diplomacy Corps on board."

"NGEN Corp. loiter for 15 minutes, then proceed to port 3-3-2. Welcome to Vascilia County."

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They were met by a wiry Political Officer, "You have missed the banquet, you will be escorted to your rooms where you will await tomorrows conference." stated the officer.

OOC:

Once again...it is nappy time for this sleepy dictator. The conference will begin tomorrow(RL)

'We shall send a repersentative, Warlock Menshen of the Diplomatic Corps. He shall remain in contact with the Council and is to be viewed as speaking for us.'

Kajal Mars will also send a delegate. As we are located between a number of the countries already present, we believe it would be in our best interests to participate.

A yellow modified disc with pentalaterally symmetric arm sections touched down a safe distance from the site of the conference. From thence proceeded two large Snels- dark green and dark purple.

The two amphibians calmly ambled in, accompied by their own hissing and chattering noises.

Wilson had finished his dinner - angel hair with pesto and garlic - and had returned to the reception area. Spotting the Pilon envoy he walked over, sword swinging behind him. "Ambassador," he nodded politely. "Cmdr Eric Wilson, SDF."

Ambassador Singleson raised his hands in Pilonese Greeting. "Ah good the Sunset Ambassador. Its nice to see your people again."

Seeing that other guests have begun to arrive the Pilonese delegation files our of their armored Shuttle. There are 20 Guards, each guard is carrying a heavy Phased Plasma Rifle, an Exosuit that is completely enclosed from the outside environment, and some of the highest grade Cybernetics and Bionics that Pilon can equip.
The Ambassador files out of the craft in the midst of these guards, his name is Singleson, a prominant Ambassador in the Ministry of External Affairs.
The delegation proceeds to the ball room and heads directly for the Sunset representative. They stand nearby him and begin to mingle with the other representatives there.

A short wiry Politcal officer sauntered up to the Pilonese delegation and raised his hand in a halting motion "Either your bodyguards are to surrender their weapons or they will have to stay by your transport...you would probably ask the same of us." he stated.

Singleson nodded to the guards and each grabbed the gun and held it to their forearm. The Weapons sank into the Armor and melded with it.
"I trust that will be acceptable, we are not going into the heart of hostile territory without a means of protecting ourselves."

Ambassador Singleson raised his hands in Pilonese Greeting. "Ah good the Sunset Ambassador. Its nice to see your people again."

"Yes, nice to meet you. Always good to have a friendly face at the same table."

Wilson draws the Ambassador aside slightly. Clicking on a localized EM field generator in his pocket he asks, "I must ask, and feel free to not answer, what is the feelings between Pilon and Roania now? I did note that Roania had joined SAVIOUR when I returned..."

The red ship didn't even bother touching down, oddly enough. It merely hovered over Vascilian airspace, almost waiting for something.

Meanwhile, inside the meeting, a man's voice was heard, almost a whisper, slightly behind the New ArAreBeen delegate's empty seat. Inaudiable at first, but growing and louder.

"I refuse to test this thing! I could be turned inside out, and just because I've been late to every meeting I went to is no reason to- AHH! YOU SHOVED ME! YOU LITTLE-"

Space spontaneously contorted in the delegates chair. Changing from tesseracts, knots, and shapes that seemed to extend into unfathomable directions, and they rippled out and in it's place was the delegate.

"-ITCH! Er, hello! Delightful to see you all! I'll be representing New ArAreBee at this conference!" The delegate glared at the celing as the red pyramid zipped off.

¤Speaker for the Trinity¤

'Aha! Now we know where the mysterious cattle mutilations come from!' Wilson thought. 'But why cattle?'

He turned back to the Pilon ambassador. "Their joining of such an organization adds a new twist to negotiations, at the least."

OOC: so I take it you're all here ready for the conference, lets begin shall we.

IC:

"All rise for the Vascilian National anthem!" wailed the speaker of the house, a band appeared behind the main podeum and began to play the dark, brooding, marshall anthem of Vascilia. Many of the assembled Vascilians were brought to tears by the stunning rendition of the song, when the anthem ended some 11 minutes later people were ordered to their seats.

The Room was clearly divided into two halfs, one half reserved for Vascilian Nations, the other for MIDAS and other assembled non Vascilians, the speaker of the House sat in a throne behind a large ornately carved wooden desk, Speaker Rorii Calibrius sat in his seat, and read from a docket "Greetings to our hallowed guests from the MIDAS nations, you are assembled here today as a gesture of peace by my glorious regime. First speaker on the docket today is...Sunset. Do you have anything you would like to say?"

*The Kajalan delegation fidgeted slightly as the microphone systems present wrought a tiny bit of havoc on their sensitive ears, but otherwise, they attentively waited for the speaker from Sunset to, well.. speak.*

'Aha! Now we know where the mysterious cattle mutilations come from!' Wilson thought. 'But why cattle?'

He turned back to the Pilon ambassador. "Their joining of such an organization adds a new twist to negotiations, at the least."

We value our relations with Roania, we have had no prior dealings with SAVIOUR so it does not complicate matters at all. Their pulling off Mars DOES complicate things however. We are not pleased with them for doing it but can understand why they did.

The Pilonese representatives do not stand during the Anthem.

Base Commander Terence smirks at the Sunset ambassador. "Why not ask me? My vid screen is floating over here."

The Snels would've stood... but it's rather difficult to tell whether or not you're standing or sitting when you've got 6 legs.

Rowan just now arriving also refuses to stand for the anthem. Instead he just sits down where he is to insult the Vascilians.

The Speaker of the house looked around confused, "Where is the delegate from Sunset?" he asked. "Well, lets move on. Next on the Docket is Roania...please speak"

The Pilonese and NGEN delegates were recieving dirty looks from the Vascilians quite regularly, some spoke insults, others told jokes. All directed at the two nations.

"Thank you." The vid-screen floated into the centre of the room. "We have grown tired of the pathetic factionalism. I hereby declare Pinnacle base to be completely neutral in all dealings, with all nations of Mars."

"You have grown tired of factionalism speaker? but aren't you a member of SAVIOR? yet another faction?" Asked Overlord Sanian.

"An alliance is not a faction." The vidscreen floated to face the overlord. "Midas and VC are, however. They are factions that seek to tear Mars apart, destroying oppurtunities for profit, a stance I am sure the ambassador from NGEN would agree with."

"Yes the Roanian rep is right. Alliances can be broken or destroyed....also the so called factions that seek to tear Mars apart, let them try, they will only shoot themselves in the foot if they do." Rowan said, not even bothering to get back up.

In responce the Pilonese Ambassador finally spoke up. "MIDAS is a DEFENCE treaty. It was Vascilia's decision to start things with the other nations that started this whole mess, the only reason it even involves MIDAS is because the nations they have chosen to start things with are part of MIDAS."

"The Vascilian League was formed as a result of the Zodiac Alliance Freedom Treaty, a defence agreement set up to defend Vascilian Interests as a whole. We see MIDAS as an affront to our Sovreignty...they allowed foreigners to participate in this "Martian" Defence pact, if anyone is trying to tear apart our beautiful world it is definitely them." argued Imperator Chelazk "As we speak Tor Yvresse is threatening the Vascilian League, threatening to steal away our rightfully appropriated territory of Hellespontos County(New Roan)"

"We see MIDAS as an affront to our Sovreignty...they allowed foreigners to participate in this "Martian" Defence pact, if anyone is trying to tear apart our beautiful world it is definitely them."

"How do you define something like who is Martian? Obviously you and I have different definitions because we did not see anyone who did not have Martian Holdings or an interest in defending those holdings in MIDAS. You just want an excuse to threaten us because you see another group on Mars and they threaten your alliance's most powerful group on Mars standing."

"As we speak Tor Yvresse is threatening the Vascilian League, threatening to steal away our rightfully appropriated territory of Hellespontos County(New Roan)"

"The territory that you unlawfully took from Roania was a protectorate of Tor Yvresse, they have every right to deny the deal made between you and Roania as they hold the power of New Roan's foreign policy. If Tor Yvresse does not want you to take the territory then you have no right to take it, its Roania's fault for trying to make the deal with you."

"Excuse me? You and your people are foreigners. Might I remind you that the NGEN Corporation has been on Mars far longer than you have. So we are more native than you are." Rowan said, finally getting up.

"As you can see we are not the only ones who have a problem with your selective branding of the name Foreigners. There was no issue at all until your people decided that there was one."

"We see MIDAS as an affront to our Sovreignty...they allowed foreigners to participate in this "Martian" Defence pact, if anyone is trying to tear apart our beautiful world it is definitely them."

"How do you define something like who is Martian? Obviously you and I have different definitions because we did not see anyone who did not have Martian Holdings or an interest in defending those holdings in MIDAS. You just want an excuse to threaten us because you see another group on Mars and they threaten your alliance's most powerful group on Mars standing."

"As we speak Tor Yvresse is threatening the Vascilian League, threatening to steal away our rightfully appropriated territory of Hellespontos County(New Roan)"

"The territory that you unlawfully took from Roania was a protectorate of Tor Yvresse, they have every right to deny the deal made between you and Roania as they hold the power of New Roan's foreign policy. If Tor Yvresse does not want you to take the territory then you have no right to take it, its Roania's fault for trying to make the deal with you."


"A Martian nation is one that is based upon Mars, not one that is but a mere puppet Colony, you can understand we have no problems with true Martian Nations and Corporations. The Vascilian Definition of a Martian Nation is a country who's government is located on Mars. And as far as the "Unlawful Seizure" of New Roan is concerned you can take it up with their Foreign Minister we have reconciled our differences and are allies now...Hellespontos County was a gift of friendship, not a spoil of war. Not a single Roanian was harmed in the transfer of government." Explained Celazk once again, he glanced over to Overlord Kint but he had left the proceedings as it seemed.

Wilson rose and began speaking in the command tone, and moving to the conciliatory tone as more paid attention.

"Excuse me. I believe some wanted to hear the position of the Republic of Sunset, and I am here to present it.

On the question of MIDAS, and MIDAS-II - Are we not all sovereign nations? This allows us the choice of who to trade with, who to make treaties with, and who to make war with. Did not the current members of Vascillia County make their own choice to leave their former alliances and combine into this new one? I do not see any disagreement.

Why then do you assume that simply because a treaty exists between nations, some of whom live on Mars and others which do not, that you must be included? We have made our choice, granted as sovereign nations, in who we deal with. Just as you made that choice so long ago.

As far as who is a Martian or not, why must the question be asked? Are not all of us relative newcomers when it comes down to it? Mars is millions of years old - even the citizens of New ArAreBee cannot claim that. 280 years - a speck on the timeline of history. Even compared to the 20,000 year history of mankind - a footnote still. We live on Mars, thus we are Martians."

Wilson paused, waiting for questions or hurled comments.

"A Martian nation is one that is based upon Mars, not one that is but a mere puppet Colony, you can understand we have no problems with true Martian Nations and Corporations. The Vascilian Definition of a Martian Nation is a country who's government is located on Mars. And as far as the "Unlawful Seizure" of New Roan is concerned you can take it up with their Foreign Minister we have reconciled our differences and are allies now...Hellespontos County was a gift of friendship, not a spoil of war. Not a single Roanian was harmed in the transfer of government." Explained Celazk once again, he glanced over to Overlord Kint but he had left the proceedings as it seemed.

That may be true but in dealing with the Roanians instead of Tor Yvresse you basically skipped over the person who truely was in charge of making such decisions and as such we support Tor Yvresse's responce to your actions.

We are more Martian than you are, our people have lived here longer than you and our colony there is over one generation old, obviously we are natives as much as you are, who cares whether we have other colonies and our main nation is based somewhere else, we still have Mars' interests at heart when we make decisions as we want to keep our colony on the best Mars possible.

"Sunset...we have the "Right" as you put it to disagree with your stance, and Pilon. The residents of Vascilia County have lived on Mars since its very founding, if you knew anything of Vascilian history you would know it was formed by the very people who began to colonize Mars, and reinforced by Immigrants from other Martian based corporations and nations.

You cannot say you have been here longer than us, that would be arrogant. Our people owe no one, we are the Vascilian League. True pioneers of Mars, the architechts of its creation"

OOC:

Vascilia Counties history is basically that...the countries were formed by Immigrants from Martian nations like your own. Except for the core population of the AF, formed by a Scandinavian Cult Leader who believed fun was at the core of all of Earths problems some 180 years ago.

"A Martian nation is one that is based upon Mars, not one that is but a mere puppet Colony, you can understand we have no problems with true Martian Nations and Corporations."


"These do not sound like the words of a peace conference," noted Ravenspire delegate Victor Delacroix.

"The Vascilian Definition of a Martian Nation is a country who's government is located on Mars.

"Ridiculous. Our people in Kuraboshi have been on Deimos since long before any of yours -- indeed, before almost any of those in this room, with the possible exceptions of New AreAreBy and Sunset -- existed. Those now living there are in some cases the ninth, tenth, even eleventh generations. If they are not Martians, then certainly nobody in a country as young as Anti-Funitism is."

"Sunset...we have the "Right" as you put it to disagree with your stance, and Pilon. The residents of Vascilia County have lived on Mars since its very founding, if you knew anything of Vascilian history you would know it was formed by the very people who began to colonize Mars, and reinforced by Immigrants from other Martian based corporations and nations.

You cannot say you have been here longer than us, that would be arrogant. Our people owe no one, we are the Vascilian League. True pioneers of Mars, the architechts of its creation"


You speak utter nonsense, the Vascilians were not here when we first came to Mars. It may be true that some of the origanal people to settle Mars now live within your borders but that does not make them anymore Martian than those that came after them. You are arrogant to assume to be the architects of Mars, if we would call anyone that it would be the people who have been working so hard to terraform it. You are also in no position to dictate to us how we should live our lives.

The inexperianced if well trained Mark Bozon finally gathered enough courage and stood up. "Ladies, gentlemen, honored-beings, please." He waited for the inevitable silence that followed such a lone, junior 'diplomat' having the audacity to address them...or those who simply wished to hear loved or hated opinions of another matter.

"It occurs to me that this is indeed a peace conference. In order to have peace, we must have tolerance on some level. Such as the tolerance shown by Vascilia County for holding this conference, or ours for attending.

"Accusations of wrong doing will only make each other defensive and hostile. Lets not accuse. There is a better way to arrive at a solution.

"Intolerance is bred of misunderstanding, so lets cure this. Instead of throwing accusations, lets let each other know why we feel wronged.

"To the good speaker for Vascilia County. You have stated that your opposition to forign powers lies in their precieved violation of the planet. I ask you, abuse in what form? What exactly is it that organizations based elsewhere do to Mars, that those based here do not? And what can those organizations do to right those wrongs?"

Noting the likely silence, Mark gulped silently and took his seat again hoping for constructive reply. Not expecting, just hoping.

"The point is that the people are Martian, but the governments are not...but yes, let us get back on track the Theocracy of Anti-Funitism would like to propose a Shared Intelligence treaty with MIDAS, we have nothing to hide from you, our esteemed brothers. The Theocracy would like to show you something." The room turned dark and a large viewing screen came down behind the Speaker of the house. It was combat footage. "Some of you may have been alerted to the existance of an Anti-MIDAS terrorist group by the name "Red Cosmos" spreading hate propaganda across all of Mars in fact inciting many riots in the Nationstate of Beverage Concerns...this gentleman is what we in the Vascilian League have done in the name of peace, we have slaughtered our own citizens for your protection"

The screen displayed at least a division size force sweeping Inferno district of Vascilia City, suddenly it cut to a picture of a man. "This is Terrence Noralmo, the head of Red Cosmos." an AF officer knowing he was on camera drew his pistol and executed the man before the assembly. "Enemy of the state, enemy of our friends in MIDAS. We give you his life for peace...do you except our offering?" the screen panned to a group of assembled terrorists, AF troopers primed their weapons, waiting the order to fire.

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'Well, that was certainly a sudden shift in topic.' Wilson thought. 'Certainly they can't be stupid enough to think we would share intelligence with them. We track Arda and SAVIOUR - their own alliance. We don't intend to shoot ourselves in the foot.'

"I'm afraid any such treaty is out of the question at this point. To state the obvious, why pass intelligence to a member of an alliance diametrically opposed to our own laws?"

'Well, that was certainly a sudden shift in topic.' Wilson thought. 'Certainly they can't be stupid enough to think we would share intelligence with them. We track Arda and SAVIOUR - their own alliance. We don't intend to shoot ourselves in the foot.'

"I'm afraid any such treaty is out of the question at this point. To state the obvious, why pass intelligence to a member of an alliance diametrically opposed to our own laws?"

"Indeed...but, with such a treaty in place you would know about terrorist groups like the former, they have been around for years." Imperator Celazk spoke into his collar. "And now they are but a memory...you will further be able to protect yourselves against these threats if such a treaty were in place" his words were punctuated by the deaths of the terrorist leaders. "If such a treaty were in place we would be able to tell you about the terrorists still active in your nations...We have informed Magala of the threat to their precious Canal, but without the treaty our laws prevent us from telling about threats to your resources, Sunset."

The Pilonese Ambassador listened to the Wazzu Ambassador patiently. He looked as if he wanted to say something but after a short pause and glazed over look stopped and sat contentedly.
He looked somewhat disgusted by the images shown by the Vascilians.

"I find it conveniant that you found a terrorist group that has yet to actually participate in any terrorist actions. I find it more likely you have staged this whole thing in some sort of sick effort to gain intelligence data from us. The only thing Pilon sees from your actions is another reason to distrust anything you say, and you have sacrificed your own citizens for nothing, we are not surprised those people felt that way, you have openly admitted to having the same beliefs your "terrorist" organization had, all you had to do to find such people is look for Patriotic Citizens of your countries."

'Do they think we are daft? Or did they not pay attention to the fact that our former Intelligence head is now the President? Sunset isn't exactly Canada - we take DNA at the border for goodness sake.'

"Other than the death's of more 'terrorists', do you have any other proposals to present?"

"You claim that we would do something as cowardly as this?! Terrorism goes against the Vascilian Codes of Honour...we wouldn't be caught dead attacking our enemies in such a fashion. In the field of honour we have always met our enemies and forever will we always.
We have dispatched agents to stop these terrorists in Magala, ask their foriegn minister about the amount of cooperation we have given them in this task."

OOC:

You guys, are of a suspicious sort eh? honestly, the Theocracy of Anti-Funitism has no ulterior motives here. We just was to cooperate with you all once again, of course as uneducated and backward as my people are it is difficult for them to get the point across.

The Pilonese Ambassador stands up.
"I think I have heard quite enough from you. This meeting is getting us nowhere and as such I have more important matters to attend to. If you will excuse me."
The Pilonese Delegation begins to leave the room.

"Let me lay out the position of Sunset. We would be willing to establish relations with Vascilia County if the leadership is willing to reject the 'Mars for Martians' concept. We fully realize it is your choice, but it is the one issue holding us back from formal relations. If this happened, Vascilia County would likely find itself in a much better position throughout Mars."

"Hmm as is the nature of those whom are jealous of others power, they wish to find conflict to resolve it. You petty naturals do not seem to understand that we are actually hosting this meeting in good faith.
It is in human nature to wish to impose their own ideas upon others, even if they are not always in agreement with the people of Said nations. This mistrust is bad for mars, bad for the solar system and bad for all of your nations in general. Tannelorn Designed the Genesis Fission Cascade Gamma ray projectors for peaceful Purposes, to destroy large Comets and meteors threatening mars, yet in your mistrust you find those to be a threatening act. Perhaps in the hands of some petty dictators, but not in the hands of the Federated Tannelorn Armed forces. this is but one example of our dedication to the defense of mars from all threats, be they without or within....And we do so very much hope that Midas does not become a pawn of colonial Earth Governments....for then we must mobilise to eliminate that threat from mars. for a pure red mars, for all MARTIANs, not for those ruled from earth, whom claim to martian, yet take orders from greedy, petty and ignorant naturals, living under their blue sky and precious atmosphere"
- Head of primitive social behaviour studies, Piotr Stanislav III. -

OOC: just an ooc note, Pilon is not from Earth.

"We are willing to let the issue drop, for now. But if Vascilia County finds that Earth influenced cultures begin to incroach on our Martian values then we will be forced to take action as we see fit. The Theocracy of Anti-Funitism would like to point out something that is also a major threat to Martian Intergrity, Tor Yvresse's embargo, we see this as a threat, armed Vessels turning back Vascilian goods, this is not good for security. The Vascilian League will remove the vessels involved if the governments responsible do not do so."

"Very well. If you are willing to keep your rhetoric to a minimum, we will hold up our end. Now - if you will excuse me affairs have come up which I must attend to. A diplomatic attache will be contacting you to setup the details in a few days."

Wilson really wanted to leave. Check that - he really wanted to kill a lot of people in the room, then leave. But he was assigned to be a word diplomat, not a sword diplomat.

"Vascilia County will no more determine the values Wazzu exists under then vice versa. Wazzu has no need nor desire for such violations of soverignty, but will respond in kind to any escalation that VC may bring.

"In other words, keep your military hands to yourself, and we will do likewise."

OOC:

Hey man...if it helps, the feeling was mutual ;)

"Hm. It seems this meeting was called under false pretenses. Pity." Victor stood. "Good day, gentlemen."

Those are the final words the Pilonese Ambassador heard as he has now left.

Base Commander Terence grimaced. "I see my government was correct about you. If any of you wish to hold a proper discussion, please come to Phobos. I am leaving now." The vidscreen became blank. An electromagnetic pulse flew along the line, and it shorted out.

((Catch up bear with me.)

The warlock neither Stood at attention nor sat during the Anthem, Staying both on the side of polite while not being respectful. Then for a while he simply listened eventually he stood.

'It would appear we are a major cause of concern for you so I will lay out the facts clearly and Tor Yvresse's Position on them. First The Colony of New Roan was ours to hand over, as the honoured repersentative of Pilon clearly pointed out, that land is ours, it's day to day running handled by Roania. When they attempted to give it to you they had no such power, this is an issue which likely occured simply due to confusion within the main administrative areas of Roania due to the death of Edmund Black, this is a time of confusion and I prepose that the Left hand of Roania has no idea what it's right is doing.

If you want the land we may consider entering into negotiations for it, or we may extend the size of Tor Yvresse-Mars. The point is it is ours, your presence highly unwelcome within it.' The mans voice was a strange mix of factual recital and yet passionate speach.

'Now onto the Embargo, indeed we have placed you under Embargo, and will continue to do so until we feel the danger of your nation is lessened, you pose a direct threat to Tor Yvresse, you have stated your desire to see Colonial powers leave, and we seem to be the focus of your venom. So then we would need firstly assurances of your good will, a direct visable change in your governments policy etc before we can trust you. we do not see the need to share intel with you, and to be honest would not wish to.' Another pause a moment to highlight his next words.

'Besides the fleet has to stay around for a while as how can we be sure another rogue Admiral won't attack us for his greater glory?'

That last part sounds familiar... didn't something like that happen already to another country?

((yep we are just casually mentioning that those things happen in their nation, they havn't done it to us but hay))

[OOC: You people don't sleep do you? You kids with your fancy robot servants.]

The New ArAreBeen delegate was the only one who seemed to stand during the actual anthem, mostly because the teleporting system had a side effect of making you feel frostbitten, moving around a bit was the best way to counter-act this.

He watched with mild interest as the two sides went off on their own nearly identical rants, opposing ones, but remarkabley similiar. He tapped the side of his glasses a few times, they flashed a bit, and green lines streamed down them. He coughed slightly to draw attention to himself.

"While we agree that the tone of this 'peace conference' is slightly off, one could blame both sides equally for having rather excessive expectations, never the less, we will accomplish what we set out to do. Considering that entering into any sort of Free Trade act with Vascilia could possibly hurt their local economies, and, more importantly, the use of New ArAreBee as a stepping stone into MFTA without actually being members, which could cause plenty of grief, we propose this."

The Delegate took a breath.

"A reduction in tariffs between our two parties, you will benefit from our established businesses, we will benefit from your raw resources, a win-win scenario."

He pause for an addition of suspense and the fact that he had quite likely caused a small scale vacuum in his vicinity.

Do you really believe Project Bluebook revealed EVERYTHING the Army Air Corps knew?
Do you know what REALLY happened at Roswell, New Mexico in the late 1940's?
Have you even heard about the Men in Black?
Do you have any friends who have `missing days'?
Do you sleep with your window unlocked?

Be seeing you...

"We agree with the New AreAreBeen delegate about the tarrifs." The Imperator looked off to his aide and asked if he had pronounced the name correctly, he hadn't. "But as far as the land claim set forth by Tor Yvresse is concerned. The official government stance is, if you want the territory in accordance with ancient tradition and law you will have to uhm...well, take it from us. We have 7 Legions of troops there now(2.5 million) I believe that validates our claims and as for the embargo...The AF believes maintaing it will create more of a threat to your nation, without the threat of Rogue commanders." The Imperator looked at his watch, seconds later a bell began to ring, 12 times it did, signalling the end of the meeting. "Well, I suppose this is where we all say good bye."

OOC: Since it's over, I'm gonna point out a couple things.

The southern Roania territory is not in Green Mars - RESI's claims only extend to the marked area. Roania wanted to move out of there, I had no problem with that, and marked a new territory to the south. However - if TY was not informed of this move (as is proper) he would have no protection in place for New New Roan.

Which reminds me - when the whole RESI thing gets done will there even be a Green Mars? Or a RESI for that mattter...

You are arrogant to assume to be the architects of Mars, if we would call anyone that it would be the people who have been working so hard to terraform it.

The holographic spacer beamed with pride.

"Enemy of the state, enemy of our friends in MIDAS. We give you his life for peace...do you except our offering?"

*mumble*"barbarians... primitive planet-dwellers..."*mumble*

We have 7 Legions of troops there now(2.5 million)

"Um... I don't mean to sound too callous, but what you have right now really has no bearing on what you'll have in the future."

You are arrogant to assume to be the architects of Mars, if we would call anyone that it would be the people who have been working so hard to terraform it.

The holographic spacer beamed with pride.

"Enemy of the state, enemy of our friends in MIDAS. We give you his life for peace...do you except our offering?"

*mumble*"barbarians... primitive planet-dwellers..."*mumble*

We have 7 Legions of troops there now(2.5 million)

"Um... I don't mean to sound too callous, but what you have right now really has no bearing on what you'll have in the future."

The amount of troops I have in the territory has everything to do with what I'll have in the future. My troops have been busily burying the warp gates, and if Tor Yvresse wants to fight over my sovreign territory then he will face the wrath of the entire Vascilian League, the terrorist sweep was but an example of our power.

"And if you are attacked from orbit? Oh, not that we would do any such thing, we have no interest in your silly little planet. Except for helping to make it better suited to house you all. But not all are above such actions. Something like Thor's Hammer, or a chunk bumped out of the Rings would wreack havoc. Thus, what you have in place now has no bearing on what you will have in the future."

((OOC In the interests of moving things along and avoiding an OOC war not possibly an IC one we will allow the Vascillians to claim deployment in New Roan. Because of this...))

IC 'While the Trading proposals of the delegate of New ArArebee are indeed a grand idea, we cannot go along with them...
The Vascila League are thieves, Thieves who take what belongs to us, and so we state quite simply that if their forces are not out of the Former territory of New Roan in 24Hours we will view them as a Hostile Power that has decleared war on us, Invaders and thieves.

That is our final word on the matter, as such I suppose this conferance is a waste of time.'

((OOC Hmm perhaps a strange change in angle, but really having stated it's our territory and being told they are not going to leave what other option does Tor Yvresse have, once I OOC accepted the presence of his forces he had invaded me...))

OOC:

Thats a differance of Opinion Tor...

IC:

"Then we will be forced to defend ourselves against a hostile invader...Though I would assume MIDAS, the "Moral Conciounce" of the world wouldn't be involved in such an overtly colonial act? would you prove us wrong gentleman? or would you just take everything we have claimed in the past and make it reality?"

OOC: At this point AF, you are totally and completely legally in the wrong. However - this is TY's protectorate. It is his decision as to what to do. He certainly knows my opinion on the matter, so I won't re-iterate it here.

OOC:

Legal Schmegal haha...Its not like we follow international law regularly. The point is, Legally, the territory is ours because our Ally, Roania gave it to us.

Not to mention the fact that before we were allies I was still going to Seize the Colony to make it a buffer zone, I wont let Tor Yvresse set up a staging point right on the border of Vascilia County. Its just not common sense.

((Af TG'ed me an offer to split the land heres our official position.))

'In the interests of peace the Council has decided to further investigate this option, As such we will call a lengthing of the period of Peace till [Tuesday Realtime GMT] To conduct negotiations into this matter, if by that time we feel sufficent progress has been made to warrent continuation of the talks we shall grant that time, if not then we shall see.'

((OOC Yes Tuesday also 'Co-Incidently' is the day I will have more time to go ahead with whatever we decide. So it's no coincidence. I'm going to try and make it to the net everyday between then but it will be likely only for a short time.))