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The Alliance Minister Chris Devonshire stepped through the large gates to the country house.

He looked accross to the three guards standing in the controll room and ushered for one of them to come to him.
As the smartly dressed guard picked up his weapon and walked steadily outside to the Minister he smiled gently.
"Yes Minister?" he spoke in a rather low voice, but still sounding like a warm fellow.
"Ahh yes, Jules, open up the heli-pads would you, oh and send a message to the airport to get my cars ready. I want Terminal 5 out of bounds to the public today".
"Of course Minister"
"Oh, and could you ask Phillip to call all the LAGD member nations, ask them to get here ASAP"
"Yes Miister, anything else?"
"No Jules, that's all just keep an eye out for anyone from The GDODAD, this is private. Thanks"
They nodded and shook hands as the Minister mounted his golf caddy like transport and drove off into the lush gardens to move his three Helicopters from the pads to alow for the guests.

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President Aindrias sits in his study, reading. He looks up and glances at the grandfather-clock on the western wall. Outside the window beside the clock, a red sun melts down into the horizon. It's getting late. The intercom ticks on.
"Mr. President, there is a summons to a meeting of the LAGD for you. It's important."
"Leave it on my desk, I'll be there shortly," he says in his deep, noble voice.
"Very well, sir."
"And I thought I'd sleep in my own bed tonight."

The Allanean president's Humvee parks outside.

Abbadon Bantz sits in his office going over the evaluations of the Economic Forecasting Division for the morning.

The phone rings and, seeming irritated by the distraction, he picks up the phone while still looking over the papers in his hand.

"Who?... A meeting of what now?... No sorry, I think you have the wrong number... No this is area code 476, not 467... No, no its no problem... Ya, you too."

OOC: Sorry, couldn't resist :)


The Dominion of Bantz
Protectorate of MrBantz, The Bantz Corp. (and its affiliated family of corporations)
G.D.O.D.A.D
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Efficiency - Order - Strength

The SA Aeneas (blackhawk) approaches the site, three helipads open.
"Sir, I'm going down to the helipads, prepare for landing."

The Kaiser studied the invitation carefully, then called for his personal secretary. Opening the door, the young, slender woman walked into the office and sat down on the black leather chair in front of the Kaiser's desk.

"Take a message, please." Nikolai began. "We have been offered an invitation to a secure meeting within Pablicosta. The subject in unkown, but it concerns the LAGD. I would like Lord-Commissar Straken to attend the meeting. He is to leave immediately."

The secretary penned down the last bit of the note, then stood up and exited the room. The Kaiser returned to his paper work, wondering what the meeting will be about.

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Kaiser Nikolai Brusilov
The Imperium of Tilvek
'De Opresso Liber'

From outer space, a red light was seen hurtling towards the Earth. Although Tiburonese Military Command had initial reason to worry, their fears were soon put to rest; it was only SecState Kiro's Tallgeese II, piloted by Vice President Hirokiri Batosai, who was headed towards Pablicosta for the LAGD conference.

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The Alliance Minister Chris Devonshire stepped through the large gates to the country house.

He looked accross to the three guards standing in the controll room and ushered for one of them to come to him.
As the smartly dressed guard picked up his weapon and walked steadily outside to the Minister he smiled gently.
"Yes Minister?" he spoke in a rather low voice, but still sounding like a warm fellow.
"Ahh yes, Jules, open up the heli-pads would you, oh and send a message to the airport to get my cars ready. I want Terminal 5 out of bounds to the public today".
"Of course Minister"
"Oh, and could you ask Phillip to call all the LAGD member nations, ask them to get here ASAP"
"Yes Miister, anything else?"
"No Jules, that's all just keep an eye out for anyone from The GDODAD, this is private. Thanks"
They nodded and shook hands as the Minister mounted his golf caddy like transport and drove off into the lush gardens to move his three Helicopters from the pads to alow for the guests.

OOC: Requesting permission to attend as a CENNA observer.

The helicopter began to touch down on the pad. Straken unfastened his seatbelt as one of the pilots hopped out of the chopper and slid open the door. Straken climbed down from off of the helicopter and proceeded to enter the building, flanked by both of his guards.

The Commissar swung open the doors to the meeting room, and saw that only a few had arrived so far. Taking a seat, Straken introduced himself to his fellow diplomats. It's gonna be a long day..

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Lord-Commissar Straken
The Imperium of Tilvek
'De Opresso Liber'

"Emperor Bob, a summons has come from the LAGD."
"Ready my fleet"
"yessir"
A supercarrier escort group has come to pick up the Emperor in his private Sea Stallion. they will arrive in about 2 hours in a modified Sea Stallion.

[ooc: As we're not members but supporters of this organization, may we send a delegate to observe, and possibly make suggestions?]

If this meeting is going to take very long, I'd like to request drinks unless that's already been taken care of. Also a meal, if this will be more than a few hours.

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"Sir, LRT-10 transport ready for departure, report to hngr 3 when ready."

"Very well, what is my escort to the LAGD meeting?"

"Sir, we have 50 interceptors to escort you. We also have multiple Garid class cruisers within 12 minutes, at least, of the route."

"Thank you, will that be all?"

"Yesir"

*After all of the crew borded, the LRT-10 lifts off from hngr 3, followed by 50 interceptors from hngr 1. The ship should arive in 4.7 hours*

--4.7 hours later--

"Sir, the SC has been pre-programed. All navigational routes are installed. Prepare to enter the atmosphere and land."

"Yes,yes,yes. I have herd it a million times, launch me"

"Uh...Yesir"

[yep, im future tech]

If this meeting is going to take very long, I'd like to request drinks unless that's already been taken care of. Also a meal, if this will be more than a few hours.always one. lol.

ooc: Damn straight dude, my prez is arrogant.
ic:I'll have a rum and coke.

ooc: Damn straight dude, my prez is arrogant.
ic:I'll have a rum and coke.OOC: RUM AND COKE!!! That is the worlds best combination! I actually had some with my dinner (which was curried salmond and stewed veggies)

Holy ****! Anti-Dictator orgs are poping up all over the forum! this is going to be one hell of a ride.

ooc: Damn straight dude, my prez is arrogant.
ic:I'll have a rum and coke.OOC: RUM AND COKE!!! That is the worlds best combination! I actually had some with my dinner (which was curried salmond and stewed veggies)ooc:My dad grills some good salmon. I usually have a rum and coke at Thanksgiving. So tasty!

Devonshire walks into the greeting room where the first guests are sitting.

"Ahh hello. I am Chris Devonshire, and I'm resonsible for relations with the LAGD. Come, follow me, the bar is open. But if you wish, your rooms are open, just ask for keys behind the bar".

(ooc: Please...the ooc messages look horrible with the nature of this thread...no more ooc posts.. :x )

"Ah, excellent." Straken began, standing up from his seat. "I could go for a good martini before discussions begin." The Lord-Commissar pushed his seat in and walked over to the side of Devonshire.
"By the way, I am Lord-Commissar Straken, representing the Imperium of Tilvek. It is a pleasure to meet you."

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Lord-Commissar Straken
The Imperium of Tilvek
'De Opresso Liber'

ooc:Sorry, no more ooc posts from me, this is my first rp on here)
Aindrias joins Devonshire and Straken, "and I'm President Aindrias of Saladora. It's good to meet both of you."

A small spacecraft lands outside the conference house. The president exits the spacecraft and heads into the house.

"When do the discussions begin?"


~President Pixello
The Republic of Psiox
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As the three men walk through the hall Devonshire notices President Pixello rushing towards them.

"Tomorrow Good man. I am Chris Rushmore, and this is President Aindrias of Saladora, and finnaly Lord-Commissar Straken. You are President Pixella, no?"

"That's Pixello", growls Pixello. "Nice to meet you gentlemen. I hope you are all in good health. Do we have a programme for the conference?"


~President Pixello
The Republic of Psiox
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"Its being worked on now. Oh, here we are"
Devonshire pushes on a very large door and reveals an empty bar. Tables scatter the room, but a long bar runs along one wall with a few barmen standing ready.
"Drinks anyone? Franko does make a superb martini."

Fashionably late, the Tallgeese II landed on a helipad, and Batosai stepped outside.

"Hey! What's goin' on?"

"Thank you, Mr. Devonshire. This should entertain myself until the meeting begins." Straken said, smiling faintly. The Lord-Commissar then proceeded over to Franko and took a seat at the bar table, then ordered a dry martini.

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Lord-Commissar Straken
The Imperium of Tilvek
'De Opresso Liber'

"Very nice to meet you, President Pixello." Aindrias leans on the bar. "Rum and Coke, my good man."

He drinks slowly, savoring the taste.

"So is there any guess at how many have yet to arrive?"

Devonshire wa;ls to the bar where Aindrias and Straken are drinking.

"Well, we want the whole LAGD here before we reallly start. But whats the rush eh? Franko, my martini please"

"A good point. Very good drinks, by the way."

A blackhawk helicopter bearing a strange logo on the side touches down on one of the helipads. Four men depart. The first is an older fellow, with graying hair. He bounds out of the chopper with surprising agility for one of his age. At fifty-nine, he is in excellent shape. A SOCOM is holstered in an underarm holster under his left arm, across from a leather-bound silver flask, General Jeff Garand's trademark. The next is a tall, muscular specimen, with light brown hair and intense blue eyes. His features are handsome and rugged, with a scar running down across his left eye and across his right cheek. He nearly falls out of the chopper trying to keep his superior inside so the craft can touch down. This man is Garand's second in command, Major Dekker Bray. The third is a shorter, powerfully-built man, ebony black. He, too struggles to keep Garand in the chopper, and is as succesful as Dekker: Not at all. Master Sargent Tyrone Miller follows Bray out of the chopper. The last man, a hispanic of average height, can be heard swearing in mixed spanish and english over the roar of the rotors. A nasty-looking scar runs from his hairline on the left side of his head, across his nose, and down his right cheek. Sargent Greco 'Greg' Torres throws up his hands in defeat, stalking away from the pilot. His long black hair is cut into a Mullet, and a switchblade is strapped to the inside of his left forearm. Each man is dressed in simple USMC urban pattern BDU's, and wears a SOCOM on their hip in a tactical holster, rounded out with combat boots. Bray also wears a second weapon under his left arm and a knife on his belt. Garand looks around with a somewhat angry look on his face, and his hand drifts to his flask. Bray shakes his head in dismay, the general was always drinking. Instead of troubling himself with his superior's habits, he looks around for the welcome wagon.

*At LaVerone International Airport in Lexington - three armed security guards stand between a limo and a plane. The empty tarmac is controlled by an attack helicopter. The door of the limosine pops open, showing three diplomats with briefcases. They show the triangles (reference to our national flag) on the left breast part of their coats - before boarding the plane. They are saluted by the security team, as they scurry over to the plane. The armed guards follow the team of diplomats into the plane. Once everyone is on board, the door on the plane closes and the limo drives away.

On board...

Co-Pilot: Where to? Pablicosta right?

Staff Member: Yeah.

Co-Pilot: It's about time those three shown up.

Diplomat 2: Bad traffic.

Co-Pilot: You want to negotiate some highway heading from Highway 53 out towards the northwest?

Diplomat 1: They're working on that already.

*A greyish Blackhawk touched down at the landing pads most of the delegates seemed to be using. It bore the insignia of the Federal Navy, and markings indicating it had been flown from the Fleet Carrier FNS Gravesend Bay. Out of it stepped the President of the Federal Republic, James Hart, and his light escort of two Army soldiers, and the Foreign Minister, Adam Hardy. They walked past the guards of the buildings, nodding around at other delegates they knew, and entered the building. This was the first time the Federal Republic was involved in a major Alliance, and the first reception the Foreign Minister had been too. But what would the reception be?, a freindly meeting, or a meeting to discuss current threats and possible reactions, since no pamphlet had been handed out, they would have to wait and see*



- The Federal Republic

Straken heard the helicopter land outside, and returned to his martini. He was glad more people were arriving so soon, because his impatience had gotten the best of him; no one knew what the meeting was going to be about. The Lord-Commissar tried not to think about it so much, instead trying to occupy his time by wondering who was the next guest to the building.

(ooc:sorry if it doesn't make much sense, I'm really tired...)

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Lord-Commissar Straken
The Imperium of Tilvek
'De Opresso Liber'

The four enter the nearby bar, taking seats at it. Garand seems content to drink from his flask, refilling it on occasion, while Bray orders a Guiness draft. Torres and Miller both order a bottle of Dos Equis, a mexican brew.

Straken saw Garand sit down near him at the bar table and pull out his flask. 'I should probably introduce myself.' Straken said to himself.
"Hello, the names's Straken, Lord-Commissar of Tilvek's Army Legion. Your name is?"

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Lord-Commissar Straken
The Imperium of Tilvek
'De Opresso Liber'

"I am Hirokiri Batosai, the vice president of Tiburon."

A sleek private jet, bearing the flag of McLeod03, with the smaller flags of both Clan McLewis and Clan McCrimmon on the tail swooped low over the landing pads, before its tilt-jet engines rotated, and the craft landed softly on an empty pad near to the Sword and Shield Blackhawk.

The white, red, and gold painted aircraft powered down its engines, and the cabin door hissed open on its hydraulic hinges.

A tall man, with slightly greying hair, and a faint scar above his left eye steps from the MV-32V. He is dressed in a military style uniform, with non-regulation sunglasses and a peaked cap.

Behind him, two more men follow, their dark suits, glasses, and radio-mics immediately giving them away as members of the Royal Protection Unit. Slung beneath their shoulders under the jackets are compact machine-pistols, and each carries a .45 SOCOM in a holster on his hip.

For safety purposes, the guns are loaded with non-lethal rounds. A small dart carrying a powerful tranquiliser is packed inside a casing with disintegrates on leaving the barrel. As such, the rounds can be chambered into a normal gun, fired in the normal way, and yet not cause damage to whoever it hits.

The man walked across the pads with a slight limp, heading towards the building, not knowing anyone else in the room.

He introduced himself to the nearest group of delegates, as his bodyguards hung back, observing the crowd of people in the room.

"I am Prince Michael, Commander-In-Chief of the MAFCC, brother of King James IV."

Reaching for a waiter, he ordered his drink "Glenfiddich on the rocks, with a dash of dry-ginger"

A waiter approaches Pixello and asks him what he would like to drink.

"Uhh...do you have water?" asks Pixello.

"Sure, coming right up." says the waiter, to Pixello's relief. The human 'beverages' are not to his taste.

"Things seem to be going well for LAGD. I wonder how we compare to GDODAD right now."


~President Pixello
The Republic of Psiox
Member of LAGD
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The converted SOH-2 Strike landed at the airport. A ramp opened and two black armored SOET stepped out, follow by Elli Chaknov. Two more SOET came after her, looking around. Her brother had really gone all out to keep her safe.

I'm glad Erik chose me to be the delegate to LAGD.

Devonshire walked quickly to the back off the room and began speaking.
"ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to greet you on behalf of myself, the staff and of course President Hirst. now, if you would follow me through to the conference suite we can begin"
He then began heading out of the room and towards some large opak doors.
He opened them revealing a sleak lift.
"ladies first"

"Thank you for the drink," Aindrias says to the bartender.
"My pleasure sir." Aindrias stands and moves toward the lift.

the emperor walks off the VIP Sea stallion helicopter as it lands on the roof. "get me a glass of whiskey, i'm gonna need it. something's going on."
"yessir" a glass is placed before the emperor on his motorized wheelchair. "now i gotta go to that meeting." the emperor goes onto the lift, and begins his way down.

OOC: let's pretend that the Baron Intervention Taskforce delegate arrived... I missed this thread for some reason.

IC

Ambassador McCoy, along with Major General Bergend, followed Mr. Devonshire through to the conferance room.

Hey! You guys realize I've come, right?

Goobergunchian Foreign Minister Colin Clayton's helicopter touches down. Minister Clayton heads towards the conference room.

Goobergunchian Foreign Minister Colin Clayton's helicopter touches down. Minister Clayton heads towards the conference room.
P.S. we just posted on that other thread.

(Just fast forward this abit.)

Elli followed Mr. Devonshire to the conference room. A single SOET tagged along behind her. She knew that the other soldiers were around, just not within immediate sight.

(The security is necessary. In my nation, a terrorist faction is trying to wipe out the government.)

ooc:Has this thread moved or something...?

OOC-No, I just Couldn't get on Y'day because NTL's server was offline. Sorry.

OOC-No, I just Couldn't get on Y'day because NTL's server was offline. Sorry.

"Sir, LRT-10 transport ready for departure, report to hngr 3 when ready."

"Very well, what is my escort to the LAGD meeting?"

"Sir, we have 50 interceptors to escort you. We also have multiple Garid class cruisers within 12 minutes, at least, of the route."

"Thank you, will that be all?"

"Yesir"

*After all of the crew borded, the LRT-10 lifts off from hngr 3, followed by 50 interceptors from hngr 1. The ship should arive in 4.7 hours*

--4.7 hours later--

"Sir, the SC has been pre-programed. All navigational routes are installed. Prepare to enter the atmosphere and land."

"Yes,yes,yes. I have herd it a million times, launch me"

"Uh...Yesir"

[yep, im future tech]
Semi-OOC: Excellent, a way in...
IC:
Ineffable Space Command, Leda Colony
"Do the patrols report any pirate activity?"
"Not much new sir, but an interestingly large fleet is headed to Earth, It's fairly well tooled up, but it doesn't look like a war fleet."
"Wheres it headed?"
"It looks like it's going to Pablicosta. I could be wrong though..."
"Hmm. It doesn't look important, but inform TGI Bob just in case."
"Yes sir."

A few hours later...

Ineffable Palace, The Silver Turtle
"Sir, space command reports no pirates, but an interesting peak in activity to Pablicosta."
"Hmm...Pablicosta, they're a major player in some anti-GDODAD thing. Any way we could get in there?"
"Doubt it sir."
"Didn't think so. Anyway, advise the other leaders of this meeting."

Straken followed Mr. Devonshire into the conference room, as he waited for the rest of the delegates to also enter. Taking a seat, the Lord-Commissar took his hat off and surveyed the room.

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Lord-Commissar Straken
The Imperium of Tilvek
'De Opresso Liber'[/quote]