NationStates Jolt Archive

Tomorrow, at the North Elmendora Military Base, all nations are invited to send delegates to witness of the showcasing of Krowemoh's first batch of Weapons Grade Realians alongside the first line of Recycled Soldiers, the Ziggeruat 1 Series. The show will be held at noon tomorrow, and will include military marching drills, mortal combat against various classed Target Drones, and firing range. Once again, all nations not on the Government's banned nations list may send delegates to the event.


Tifa Lockheart, Prime Minister of Entertainment


((OOC: N00bies, war mongering, and hostile actions towards Krowemoh will be ignored. This is a peaceful, diplomatic RP. If you want to establish an embassy in Krowemoh and be added to Krowemoh's list of allies, which I admit is devastatingly short, your chara may ask a Government representative at the event. Prince Rufus Mew will not be attending.))

((OOC: Viva le BUMP!))

North-eastern Europe will be sending, a Military Adiviser to view Krowemoh's weapons showcase. He should be arriving there soon, and he will be interested in watching. Is it ok, if he watches the exercises, near the troops?

*tag for later posting.

General Hammond wishes to attend the event personally; he would also like to bring a large amount of luggage.

To North-eastern Europe: Your Military Adviser is welcomed, and he may watch the exercises near the troops.

To Ell: We would be honored if General Hammond were to attend, but his luggage may have to be searched, to assure that he doesn't bring in any illegal items into the country.

To all: Five star hotel accommadations will be provided free of charge, as well as escort limo service to and from the event. Meals will be provided as well at the event, courtsy of Royal Krowemoh Catering.


((OOC: I assume that "General Hammond" is the same one from SG-1? ^_^))

A group of engineers here in ardor wish to attend. The engineers are all part of several weapons projects here in ardor. Also the Prime minister wishes to attend, her name is Yakrit Venova.

Since Ruschi is rather short on allies itself, only being a part of the NAIA (Nations Against Imperialism Association), the Ruschic government also wishes to send a delegate to view the showcasing. Since the nation is still small in comparison to others, the government is always willing to attend such showcasings for better knowledge of the area. ... Or something.

I would also state that the prime minister will be acompanied by 5 security escorts, as well as the ardorian engineers. So that will be a total of 16 people(1 prime minister, 10 escorts, 5 engineers).

Andrew Clancy, arrives at an airport in Krowemoh, he loooks as if not a military commander, but a semi-old man, with a smile. He gets off teh plane, and steps into a limo.

To Ardor: We are honored that you would send your Prime Minister and engineers. Please, enjoy the event.

To Ruschi: We welcome your delegate with open arms. May you enjoy the showcasing.

Wedge Darkfur, Prime Minister of Foreign Relations

Andre arives at, the hotel, and instead of leting the bag boy take them, he takes them him self, up to his room. He comes back down and gives the bell boy, $50 USD. He heads back up stairs, to his room.

((OOC: Lol. A representative was supposed to meet your advisor in the hotal lobby, to provide information on the showcasing, such as when it'll be happening, and other stuff related to that. You'll need to repost, sorry.))

* The prime minister boards her government owned Boeing- 747-e. THe plane begins to taxi, and takes off bound for Krowemoh.*


*the 5 engineers board 2 sperate Learjets at the top secret military installation, Area-X and begin thier journy towards Krowemoh*

OOC: jsut wandering what exactly are my people goign to watch be tested?

((OOC: Lol. A representative was supposed to meet your advisor in the hotal lobby, to provide information on the showcasing, such as when it'll be happening, and other stuff related to that. You'll need to repost, sorry.))((Opps. Thanks for telling me. ^_^*))

He comes back into the lobby and looks for the official to tell him where, hes going and why. He thinks to him self "Why do I even come to these things any more? I'm getting to old for this."

Reinhardt von Glassi stepped into the rather fanciful hotel, looking all the more lost with every step he took. Not only that, but since Ruschi's main language was Russian, he was having a slightly difficult time communicating with most people, but mainly due to his accent. All of Ruschi's citizens were forced to take two years of English as a second language in order to communicate with the majority of the world, so von Glassi performed his best in front of people he met, at least those who noticed his rather high-ranked-looking Ruschic uniform.

He stopped a moment to examine his surroundings. Apparently, von Glassi was supposed to meet a Krowemoh representative in the lobby, where he stood. Von Glassi silently wondered if he would be the only one attending the showcasing. Of course, he probably wouldn't, but who knew? Oh well, he thought, best to just wait here for the rep. Then maybe this thing could begin so he could get out of here. Von Glassi wouldn't readily admit it, but he hadn't necessarily wanted to leave Ruschi simply for the sake of attending only a weapons showcasing, but his superiors had insisted. So he hadn't had much of a choice. In any case, there he was, waiting for things to begin.

...

Von Glassi cleared his throat loudly.

((OOC: They are going to be watching the first batch of Weapons Grade Realians. Basically, Bio-Androids designed solely for combat. Vector R&D Division will also announce it's plan for a 507-Series Space Realians, Realians designed especially for deep space exploration and piloting. Ziggeruat Industries will also showcase their first line of Recycled soldiers, the Ziggeruat 1 Series. A Recycled Soldier is basically just that, a Krowemohian who died and was brought back to life through the miracle of Molecular Bio-Engineering and Cybernetic Implantations.))


*The Representatitve finds the Advisor from North-East Europe, easily discernable because he's human. The neko (Catperson) approaches him.*

Representative: "Hello, you must be the Military Advisor from..."

*He looks at a datapad in his hand, imagines and names scrolling across it until one that matched Andrew appears.*

Representative: "North-East Europe, Commander Andrew Clancy, correct?"

Andrew, heard the man, clear his throat "Hello, I assume your for Krowemoh's fire test." He said with a smile.

"Yes, that is my name." He says. He begains to read off what the list shold explain him as "A 29 year old, semi-old looking man, with black hair, with some white streaks. 5'9, brown eyes, and usually smiles. I bet your woundering why I look so old when I'm only 29. Do you really wish to know?"

*The Representative takes note of the man from Ruschi.*

Representative: "Hello, you are from Ruschi, no? I speak Russian."

*He smiles invitedingly at the foreigner, then turned his attention back to Andrew.*

Representative: "Hmmm... Sure, that sounds fine to me. How come you look so old for being only 29?"


((OOC: Note: 99% of my nation's population are Nekos, or catpeople. The only one per cent is humans and Hell Bovines, who stick near their embassies.))

Von Glassi hesitated a moment, then turned slightly, noticing the two figures standing there. Feeling somewhat sheepish for not noticing them earlier, the Ruschic delegate walked over quietly and nodded as he reached them. "Yes," he said in his best English as he reached out to shake Clancy's hand, despite how his accent came close to flugging up his words, "that would be why I'm here. I'm the Ruschic delegate. And you are?"

While waiting for Clancy's answer, von Glassi only just now noticed that their apparent representative wasn't exactly human. Von Glassi knew that not all nations in the world consisted of the human race as the dominant species for particular nations, but he'd never exactly seen a catperson in his life. It just stunned him for the smallest of moments, but he quickly assumed his composure. It was hardly noticable.

He takes Glassi's hand and says, in some Russian "I'm Andrew Clancy, and you are?" He smiles at him as he says his words.

Von Glassi returned the smile forcedly at Clancy as he spoke a bit of Russian, feeling slightly relieved the fellow knew his native language: "My name is Reinhardt von Glassi. It's a pleasure to meet you and be here."

Representative: "Hmmm... Sure, that sounds fine to me. How come you look so old for being only 29?"


((OOC: Note: 99% of my nation's population are Nekos, or catpeople. The only one per cent is humans and Hell Bovines, who stick near their embassies.))((COngrats on your 1000th post. ^.^))

"That is becuse," Andrew says, "I have been through combat, I have been shot at, I have watch people die around me, I have seen friends, die before me, I have seen eniter familys of people burned alive, you have no idea, how much strain that puts on you, and makes you age." He smiles,"I am not one of the Commanders who just got lucky and got to there postion, which is most of them, I fought for....I don't know long now. But thats enough of my story. Now tell me what were doing on this trip." He smiles.

((I've got to go. see ya all later.))

Von Glassi returned the smile forcedly at Clancy as he spoke a bit of Russian, feeling slightly relieved the fellow knew his native language: "My name is Reinhardt von Glassi. It's a pleasure to meet you and be here.""It is the same pleasure, Reinhardt." He says as he smiles.

((OOC: A pic of a Neko (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/338831/010-neko_musume-02-c.jpg), catgirl.))


*The Representative smiled.*

Representative: "It's good of both of you to be here. There is expected to be a few more delegates arriving shortly. The showcasing will start tomorrow at noon. You may, if you wish, take a guided tour of Tham, Capital of Krowemoh. It is only a fifteen minute fly from here."

*He repeats what he said to Ruschi in Russian.*

Von Glassi shook his head lightly at the representative's request, and responded, this time in his best English simply to inform the two that he did speak English quite well. "I'm afraid I'll have to pass -- The flight were was considerably lengthy. If there's nothing, I'd just like to go to my room. It was a pleasure meeting both of you, and I look forward to tomorrow's event."

OOC: Basically, yeah, I must go as well. College is a pain. T'was entertaining, will check back in the morning.

*The Representative nods slowly.*

Representative: "Very well. I will summon someone to take you to your room."

*The Reppresentative raises his hand, and a bellboy comes to him.*

Representative: "Please escort Mr. Von Glassi to his room."

*The neko presents Von Glassi a keycard with the number 6-13 on it, indicating room 13 on the sixth floor. The bellboy bows and starts towards the elevator, pausing to make sure Von Glassi is following.*

((OOC: See you guys later. Thanks for the congrat, NEE. ^_^))

Admiral Liu had been selected to watch the demonstration by President Villanova personally. Specifically he was not there to evaluate the troops themselves - he was there to make sure the activity did not violate the standards the Republic had set forth.

'So no hive minds, no sentience reduction. As long as they are created with no sentience they are ok.' Liu thought as his shuttle plunged through the atmosphere.

Liu could hear the pilot talking to control as he gathered his things and tucked them into a small case.

'Krewemoh Control, this is Shuttle Hudson-2 requesting landing vector...'

Krowemoh Control: "Landing vector granted. You are clear to land on runway Nine-Nine."

*The airport was rather empty, all flights cancelled in preparation of incoming delegates.*

To Ell: We would be honored if General Hammond were to attend, but his luggage may have to be searched, to assure that he doesn't bring in any illegal items into the country.
((OOC: I assume that "General Hammond" is the same one from SG-1? ^_^))

OOC: Yep, ran out of names and pics.
IC:
"We understand your concern and will fully comply with regulations."

General Hammond steps into his personal T-24 at the airport. With his luggage in place, he maxes out the throttle and takes one last look at the receding buildings of Ell. Three hours until I get there....he thought.

((OOC: A pic of a Neko (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/338831/010-neko_musume-02-c.jpg), catgirl.))


*The Representative smiled.*

Representative: "It's good of both of you to be here. There is expected to be a few more delegates arriving shortly. The showcasing will start tomorrow at noon. You may, if you wish, take a guided tour of Tham, Capital of Krowemoh. It is only a fifteen minute fly from here."

*He repeats what he said to Ruschi in Russian.*"I'd love to go out and see the city, at any time. Just tell me where to go, and I'll go there."

While technically a VTOL, the shuttle did have wheels for moving it around. The pilot used them to roll down the runway, mostly for practice.

'Admiral, we have arrived,' came over the intercom.

"Thank you Lt. Go ahead and enjoy yourself and I'll call when I'm ready to leave.

'Understood,' the pilot began talking to the control tower about a berth for the shuttle while it was here.

Admiral Liu got out and headed to the terminal, where presumably a limo was waiting to meet him.

*A limo sat just outside the terminal, waiting for the Sunset delegate.*

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East of North Elmendora Military Base...
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*The Representative nodded slowly. He tilts his head and puts his hand to the earpiece in his left ear.*

Representative: "I have just been inform that another delegate has arrived. If you still wish to take the guided tour, I can arrange for another neko to take you. Is this alright with you?"

"That is perfictly fine with me."

Arriving at the facility, Admiral Liu greeting the officer and followed him into the facility. He was eager to begin - this would be the first big step in establishing Sunset-Krowemoh relations. With their emergence as a potental spacefaring nation the President wanted to make sure they were not headed down the same self-destructive path they had seem many take before.

If this worked out though, Sunset would propose an expansion of the current free trade agreement. You could never have enough allies, and always too many enemies.

*Soon another offical, this one nicely dressed in a coversative blue suit, was summoned to them.*

Well Dressed Neko: "Hello. I am Kuro. I am to be your guide."

*He introduced himself to Andrew, then motions for the delegate to follow him. The Representative meet the Sunset delegate at the front of the lobby as the Limo pulled up. He opened the door for him.*

Representative: "Hello sir. Welcome to Krowemohian Royal Inn. The event will begin tomorrow at noon."


((OOC: IRL: It happens when it happens. ^^;; Still waiting for Hell Bovines to send a delegate or two.))

Andrew hold out his hand to Kuro, "Its nice to meet you, I'm Andrew."

((OOC: My God, how much are you gonna rip off Zenosaga? ^_^
And for the record, I call dibs on the Kukai Foundation))
IC:

Dawn Kradii, extremely pissed off secretary of the CEO, was being forced on a spaceplane to attend a ceremony in a nation she treated with much distain, Krowemoh. Not only did she have an acute hatred for catpeople (stimming from being out-promoted by Dae Narasagi, her mortal enemy), but she prefered to be away from the social scene in what she considered to be a "powerless country". Nevertheless, the was escorted onto a Resian spaceplane by robot guards and flown to [insert name of airport here]. Upon her arrival, she exited the spaceplane and waited at the terminal for whatever welcoming comittie that this country would send.

((Dawn's a pretty unlikable character, but she'll really like what Vigil in Xenosaga liked about the Realians, if you're going to put that in...))

((OOC: As much as it takes. :P ^_~
Very well, you got the Kukai Fountation, but I call dibs on A.G.W.S. :P Whee! *Stomps around in her new shiney A.G.W.S.* Vigil reminded me of my brother. He'd SO use Realians as shields. Ahhh... You mean the little factory installed remote control? Heh heh heh. :P And what's this about 'Powerless country?' Krowemoh is not powerless! We're highly industrilized, for nekos. We're like the opposite of Slagkattunger.))


*A limo waits outside the terminal to pick up Dawn, a well dressed neko approaching her.*

Well Dressed Neko: "I assume you are..."

*A quick review of the holopad reveals Dawn's identity.*

Suits: "Dawn Kradii, of The Incorporated States of the Resi Corporation. If you will follow me, we will take you to your hotel accommondations."

*Kuro leads Andrew to a closed off elevator, swiping his card through a card reader. The elevator opens, and Kuro allows Andrew to enter, followed by himself. The door closes, and the elevator rises.*

Kuro: "This elevator is for executive use only. It'll take us straight to the helipad on the roof, where a Tilt-Rotor is waiting to take us to Htam."

"Ok," Andrew says, but then thinks to him self, "I hate it when people treat my formily."

Liu spent the rest of the day seeing the sights of Krowemoh. Which meant his path never crossed with that of his pilot. He spent all his time getting really drunk and trying to pick up female Neko's.

Liu spent the rest of the evening watching the local broadcast channels. He was trying to get a grasp of the Krowemoh morality, but of course TV is always the worst place to do so. He marked it as 'high end' and tried to find something like the History Channel for more factual information.

OOC: Please forgive me for the *BIG* delay. I'm having lots of exams at the moment and I'm not able to post very frequently. :oops:

IC:

Bongo was very nervous - It was his first important assignment as an ambassador and so, he had spent the last 3 hours reading all he could find about krowemohtian history, culture, traditions, etc.
Finally, the small plane "Birdie Bovine", touched ground on krowemohtian soil.
Bongo, practically trembling with nerves, got out of the plane. He looked at the modern landscape, very different to his motherland, but also as beautiful as it.

"I hope I'm not too late",he said to the krowemohtians that went to greet him.

((OOC: It's okay. ^_^ Take your time.))


*A goverment offical meets the Hell Bovine delegate, bowing at the waist.*

Representative: "Welcome to Krowemoh. And no, you are just on time. The showcase will begin tomorrow."


((OOC2: And now, in interest of speeding this thing before anyone loses interest. Fast forwarding time to the day and time of the show case. ^^;; ))

*All the delegates from the particpating nations were at the military base. It conisisted of three parts:command structures, training facilities, and a large stadium like 'arena' for special events like this. The showcasing was about to begin, starting off with the Ziggeruat 1 Series Recycled Soldiers. First on the list was basic military marching drills, marching in formations and the like. After that, various target drones would be brought out and the RSs would engage them in hand-to-hand combat. To close up the Ziggeruat show, the Ziggeruat 1 Series would be given rifles firing blank rounds and put on an urban-like obstecle course with a varity of target drones. The Weapons Grade Realians would go through the same excerises, but with one exception: The Realians would be facing target drones armed with live rounds.*

The crowd turns to the left where they see the president of w00tville dancing up a storm!

The silence is soon broken with the sounds of "OLE COMRADES!" filling the air.

The crowd turns to the left where they see the president of w00tville dancing up a storm!

The silence is soon broken with the sounds of "OLE COMRADES!" filling the air.

((OOC: And you are ignored. Have a good day.))

Liu watched and waited to see what would happen - so far things looked as promised. Though the idea of bringing the dead back to fight was creepy Sunset felt that it was a moral issue best left alone.

"So each unit is independant - how much capacity do they have to learn? Many of the AI's we've encounted have come from learning systems run rampant."

*The marching drills done, the Ziggeruat 1s, all ten of them, are filed into a single file line, and are paired off with a insectoid battle-bot, to engage them in one-on-one hand-to-hand combat. An offical was with the delegates to field their questions. He hears Liu and promptly answers.*

Offical: "They have as much capacity to learn as any neko or human."

*Down below in the viewing area, the Ziggeruat 1s are winning against the battle-bots, with the exception of one, a lucky strike from the bot shattering his knee joint. He is down, but not out.*

"So sentience may be possible. Are there protocals in place for if this occurs? Would the sentience be transfered to a different form or allowed to continue in the military?"

'Are they self-aware now?' Liu thought. 'Perhaps the next question.'

*The offical seems puzzled by the Sunset delegate's inquiry, but proceeds anyways.*

Offical: "Sentiance is possible, although it's a remote chance of actually happening. There are safeguards installed to ensure such a thing does not happen. Regular daily maintance wipes all uneeded information from the Recycled Soldier's mind. Although in the off chance that a Recylced Soldier does become self-aware, he or she will of course be given the choice to continue in the military or be transferred to another line of employment."

*The mortal combat below was drawing to a close, the RSs successfully disabling the robots, their enhanced strength and speed giving them a rather unfair advantage over the robots.*

Andrew steps on the helicopter, as it takes off from the buliding, waiting for till they see the city.

Andrew steps on the helicopter, as it takes off from the buliding, waiting for till they see the city.

((OOC: ICly, we're already at the event. ^^;; ))

Andrew steps on the helicopter, as it takes off from the buliding, waiting for till they see the city.

((OOC: ICly, we're already at the event. ^^;; ))(( :oops: ))

Andrew watched the fight closely, looking for the week points in both the soldier, and on the robot, "How strong are the robots?"

*The official responds promtply to Andrew's question.*

Official: "These bots are designed for training purposes, but a single one could, in theory, kill a neko easily. But as you can see, the Recycled Soldiers are quite stronger and more resiliant then your average neko. The result of cybernetic implants and augmention."

*The mortal combat display is done now, a resounding success for the RSs. Next, an urban setting, maze-like obstacle course was brought out, and several different types of training droids were scattered here and there. Included were the Type M Spider Battle Bot seen eariler, Type G Heavy Assualt Bot, and the Type B Humanoid Combat Bot. The bots and RSs were given weapons and blank rounds. The Recycled Soldiers had to get from one side of the "map" to the other, eliminating all the bots they encounter. They would go five at a time, to show how well they operated as a team and in an urban enviroment. The one RS who had his knee shattered was taken away to be repaired. The second team would only have four instead of five...*

"How much training do your soldiers get? Your normals and your elites?"

*The official blinks a few times.*

Official: "Each soldier gets about 300 hours of simulated combat training a year, plus six months of training when they first join the military at 18. Our elites recieve about twice that."

*The official blinks a few times.*

Official: "Each soldier gets about 300 hours of simulated combat training a year, plus six months of training when they first join the military at 18. Our elites recieve about twice that."

"I see." Andrew says, "That'd be about normal."

W00tville wrote:
The crowd turns to the left where they see the president of w00tville dancing up a storm!

The silence is soon broken with the sounds of "OLE COMRADES!" filling the air.


((OOC: And you are ignored. Have a good day.))

This is a prepared statement from the president of w00tville:

"You are ignored right back n00b, now lets celebrate this momentous decision in the history of w00tville by dancing up a storm!

OLE I SAY COMRADES!"