NationStates Jolt Archive

"Finally our beloved nation has reached the 1 billion inhabitants, turning into one of the most powerful elven countries. With that in mind, we invite all nation leaders that want to visit our beloved Craftworld, with motive of a party to be held in the beautiful D'Hyru Holdings. It's also an opportunity for our beloved Heir to the Everqueen, Princess Aliria D'Hyru, to find a suitable bachelor to marry with, so she could occupy the Aelosian throne as the new Everqueen, and I could finally rest"

ShadowPrince Kithail Hyral


Please fill the form below so you could be greeted as you deserve:

Name:___________________________

Title:____________________________

Country of Origin:__________________

Number of Escorts:_________________

Number of Guards:_________________

Favourite Food:____________________

Do you need spacefaring transportation?______________

Any special requests:____________________

Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi, Head of the Cultural Exchange Department.

OOC: Must resist urge... :wink:

"A party?Hmmm...do I want to go? A billion really isnt a lot...Oh I should go. I scared the crap out of that poor girl in Puerto Rico...she looked terribly embarassed as well. I should go." Gregory said to his secretary who only rolled her eyes and finished writing up the form, even before President de los Santos had made up his mind.

Name: Gregory de los Santos
Title: Military President
Country of Origin: Federal Republic of New York and New Jersey
Number of Escorts: None
Number of Guards: We trust your security will be up to the task at hand
Favourite Food: We trust you'll have a sufficant variety to not need another suggestion
Do you need spacefaring transportation? No
Any special requests: None

A short, neatly written message arrives from Wazzu through common diplomatic channels.

Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi,

As the Executive of Wazzu, I am most interested in attending. Unfortionately, events here keep me extremely busy. I've yet to attend any such international exchange.

Would you be willing to accept a proxy in my charge?

-Brian Walton, Chief Executive Board Member, Dominion of Wazzu

Annette thought intently. Since she took the job she had not been to a party, and decided that this would also be an opportunity to further her network of contacts. It would also be rather enjoyable meeting an "elf" for the first time.

Name: Annette Lu
Title: Vice President
Country of Origin: Republic of Taiwan/Republic of China
Number of Escorts: 0
Number of Guards: 1
Favourite Food: Watermelon
Do you need spacefaring transportation? Yes
Any special requests: None


Greetings from the Republic of Taiwan!

I, Annette Lu, being Vice President of Taiwan, wishes to attend this party. I must ask one brief question though, what will the dress code be?

Yours Sincerely

Annette Lu

Name:Glorfindel nos Thranduil

Title:King

Country of Origin:Olympus Coliseum

Number of Escorts:2

Number of Guards:4

Favourite Food:Venison

Do you need spacefaring transportation?No

Any special requests:That Arda and the Reich be barred from attending

*After reviewing the letter, the location of Craftworld, and their proposed route through the galaxy, Rufus Mew decided that a stop over in Craftworld would be possible. He himself could attend, as well as his only daughter, Yumi Mew. Well, Yumi wasn't his daughter, per se, but rather his sister's, but he had been raising her since she was a teenager.*

Name: Rufus Mew
Title: Prince
Country of Origin: The Principality of Krowemoh
Number of Escorts: None
Number of Guards: 3
Favourite Food: Tuna
Do you need spacefaring transportation? No.
Any special requests: I wish for my daughter, Yumi Mew, to attend as well as myself. Perhaps she could be introduced to a suitor or two of royal blood, to take his hand in marriage.


((OOC: Rufus and Yumi will probably arrive a little later then everyone else, since they will stop over at Craftworld while Krowemoh migrates to the Unnamed Star System. Note: Yumi may or may not be wed to someone at this party...))

I congratulate Aelosia upon reaching 1 billion inhabitants.
As for the party, I have decided to attend as well.

Name: Iain Neilson

Title: King

Country of origin: Technophilic Kingdom of Moontian

Number of escorts: 1

Number of guards: 6

Favourite food: No particular favourite.

I do not require spacefaring transportation, as I already have my own.

Any special requests: That the billionth person attend the party as well. The party's effectively about them, so why not include them?

I would like to attend, as my nation has had very little contact with elves. I am very interested in meeting some of your people, and learning more about them.

Name: Mark Albert
Title:President
Country of Origin: Federation of Glorious Humanity
Number of Escorts: 0
Number of Guards: 2
Favourite Food: None really
Do you need spacefaring transportation?: Yes
Any special requests: None

It pleases Olorndil to join in the celebrations of the Aelosians as their nation grows from strength to strength. As our cousins prosper, so it is desired that all Kin should prosper!

The healer Fírë and the Lord of Tárasarnë, Atassar, as well as two Háranmehtar will accompany the Lord of the Silmellon.

Olorndil.



Name: Olorndil
Title: Though it is not our custom that titles be so revered, Olorndil is the King, Lord of the Silmellon.
Country of Origin: Silmessë
Number of Escorts:The healer Fírë and the Lord of Tárasarnë, Atassar.
Number of Guards: Two Háranmehtar
Favourite Food: Fried Mushroom and Salad Corporë
Do you need Spacefaring Transportation: No (post events Silmessë thread)
Any Special Requests: None at all.

To the Ctan Confederacy:

"I'm still waiting for you to attend, Mr. Kopinski, this is the best opportunity for you to visit our homeland as I invited you some time before. I'll be waiting your response. Kisses"

Princess Aliria D'Hyru



To the President Gregory de los Santos:

"It would be an honor indeed to have you as our guest in this happy gathering of our friends, as you have proved over the years to be a friend to the elvenkind. We'll give you the welcome that you deserve"

Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi.



To Moontian

"We're happy to see your wishes to attend, but I'm afraid that you request is impossible for us to fulfill. Our Empire is big, and many of our inhabitants live in places like Mars or Neptune, very far from the metropolis, and is impossible to us to gather them under one roof. However, this day will be declared as a holiday so everybody can do the party of their own"

Duchess Celestianna Paelisi



To Wazzu:
"Indeed we want to start relationships with your interesting and friendly country. Of course we would like you to attend, but if your busy schedule doesn't let you, then send the delegate you find proper. He or she will be treated with the greatest of honors".

Princess Aliria D'Hyru



To Taiwan
"We'll be waiting for you. I hope our countries could be friends and we could start diplomatic relationships. Of course, as all Aelosian noble parties, the dress code is formal, even flamboyant, as we say".

Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi



To Olympus Coliseum
"Indeed it would be a pleasure to greet our kin in our humble halls. We'll expect you with the greatest of expectations, since you are part of our huge lost family. About the Reich and Arda, well, we can't ban them, but is Aelosian law that any person accused of Kinslaying that place a foot inside our territory is imprisoned and executed next morning after a short trial. As most of their leaders are guilty of Kinslaying, I don't think they'll attend"

ShadowPrince Kithail Hyral



To Krowemoh:
"It will be a pleasure, my Lord Rufus, to have you and your daughter in our party. I hope our bachelors would be interesting enough for her. She will be treated as an Aelosian noble, with all the honor and courtesy she deserves"

Princess Aliria D'Hyru



To Glorious Humanity
"President Albert, I will personally teach you about the elven ways, our culture and our customs. It's a pleasure to see that between humans some of them are interested in us. I hope we could share a lot of things in the party. I'll be waiting for you"

Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi



To Silmessë
"Your presence will be one of the most expected of all, Lord of the Silmellon. And I count you as a friend even before meeting you, and a distant cousin. I hope you could bring some of the magic and beauty of your lands into our humble halls"

ShadowPrince Kithail Hyral

We congratulate our fellow ruler on their achievement and would be delighted to attend your celebrations, cementing still further the cordial relations between our people.


Name: Markus Shandor

Title: Knight of the Whispering Peak

Country of Origin: The Protectorate of the Former Mordorians

Number of Escorts: Two

Number of Guards: A dozen

Favourite Food: No preferences

Do you need spacefaring transportation? We will make our own way.

Any special requests: None

"We will be glad to receive your envoy, Former Mordorians, so he could explain us some events inside your country, like the involvement of elves in your internal affairs. Gladfully yours"

Princess Aliria D'Hyru.

The Emperor of Helveticuz
congratulates you, Kithail Hyral. We'll definitly be there.

Name: Erferal Mordum

Title: Emperor

Country of Origin: Empire of Helveticuz

Number of Escorts: 2

Number of Guards: 4

Favourite Food: -

Do you need spacefaring transportation? We have our own

Any special requests: -

To Princess Aliria D'Hyru:

Your Highness,

I would be delighted to accept your most gracious and kind offer. I shall attend immediately. I have been greatly looking forward to seeing your craftworld. Though I suppose much of this ought to be addressed to Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi, but I am certain that you can pass it on. You do of course, already know my name, I generally list my nationality as of the Confederacy of the C’tan, titles are of little interest to me really, but Archduke or Princeps Senatus could be used at your digression, though perhaps the former would be more appropriate. I consider myself to have a wide palette, and would dearly enjoy sampling whatever foods are common on your craftworld. I trust that no guards would be necessary, and that some houses would doubtless prefer them not to attend. Attendants are not something I generally require therefore I shall come alone. As you are already aware space travel will not be a problem.

- With Affectionate Regards,
- K. Kopinski
- Archduke Karl Kopinski, C'tan Confederacy.

To Karl Kopinski

"Then I'll be delighted to wait for you at the launch dock. May Isha protect you during the trip to our beloved Craftworld. I don't know why, but the ShadowPrince insist in send a escort of several frigates to meet you before you arrive. I'm wondering if you have problems with that"

Heir to the Everqueen and Imperial Chancellor Aliria D'Hyru.

Name: James deGritz

Title: Lord General deGritz, leader of the Iuthian people.

Country of Origin: Iuthia

Number of Escorts: One, Kalya Harmone (Diplomat)

Number of Guards: Two Black Viper Specialists (one clanger, one human)

Favourite Food: Iuthian Kitten, though I steak is also good if you're not prepared to roast a kitten. (Note: Kitten is national animal)

Do you need spacefaring transportation? No, our space Carrier has a suitable craft.

Any special requests: That our guards are permitted to carry Guass Rifles as they are a symbol of our military prowess despite our 100 years of peaceful existance. Should they not be permitted we will accept just one rifle with no ammunition, or even plugged up if we have to.

I will add a letter later when I've got a better idea of what to say...

To Iuthia

"Roast a kitten?. For Yavanna's Sake!, but don't worry, we'll respect your customs. And about your rifles, well, you can bring them if you want to, anyway our Craftworld is swarming with guards sporting Death Spinners"

Princess Aliria D'Hyru.

To Princess Aliria D'Hyru:

Oh, it's quite understandable. I have no problems with that. Perhaps he would be more comfortable if I were to transfer from my ship to one of the frigates at a rendevous point (For which co-ordinates have been attached) to one of yours?

- With Affectionate Regards,
- K. Kopinski
- Archduke Karl Kopinski, C'tan Confederacy.

Name:Eric Manoni

Title:President of the Supreme Executive Council

Country of Origin:Socialist Union of Kerla

Number of Escorts:3

Number of Guards:3

Favourite Food:Pepperoni Pizza

Do you need spacefaring transportation? Nope

Any special requests:Nope

"That would be perfect, Dear Kopinski. Set the rendezvous point and our frigate will be there. Sorry about the inconvenients, but Kithail is still mumbling about Damned metal green-eyed squeletons, and insists about the security"

Princess Aliria D'Hyru.

Name: Kingpriest Legeoius I

Title: His Holiness

Country of Origin: Istar

Number of Escorts: None

Number of Guards: 5

Favourite Food: Oranges

Do you need spacefaring transportation? No

Any special requests: None


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Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar

To Iuthia

"Roast a kitten?. For Yavanna's Sake!, but don't worry, we'll respect your customs. And about your rifles, well, you can bring them if you want to, anyway our Craftworld is swarming with guards sporting Death Spinners"

Princess Aliria D'Hyru.

OOC: Eldar Technology? Hm... nice to see a system I reckognise once in a while. Don't worry about the Kittens, it's like "lamb" and it originated from a regional joke when I was only 500million population (so thats about 6 months old).

IC:

To: Princess Aliria D'Hyru, Aelosia
From: Lord General deGritz, Iuthia Prima, Iuthia
Subject: re: Customs and the Such.
Message:

Thanks for answering our request for an invitation so soon, we were going to contact you further to be polite but I guess you beat us to it.

We are pleased that our men will be permitted to carry weapons and should there be any security information you require from us we would be glad to assist you, otherwise we leave it in your capable hands.

As far as the Iuthian Roast Kitten is concerned you can skip it should it prove to controversial, most other nations wouldn't know how to serve a good Kitten Roast anyways, a steak will be a more welcome replacement.

Good look with the party and well done at becoming on of the biggest elven nations in the world, some of our elven citizens speak most highly of your nation.

Thanks,

Lord General deGritz, leader of the Iuthian people.

Several minutes later the ominous crescent shape of the Cairn class tombship Reaper of Light, Part the Second took up position at the prescribed rendezvous point, it's weapons powered down entirely. Another transmission was sent;

Dear Aliria,

There is no inconvenience, and I fully understand his concern.

Yours, Karl Kopinski.

Immediately after transmission the location of the rendezvous was sent.

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Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar

"This guy looks like Legolas of Mirkwood", said one of the comm officers.

"Yes, he's almost exactly to that Sylvan barbarian. I thought Istar was ruled by a human priest and not by an elven king", answered another.

"You read too much Dragonlance, no?. You're too kinky, you have a crush on Laurana", said the first one.

"Oooh, you got me, let's transmit the message to the Princess".

To Istar

"It will be a pleasure to have such a wonderful and beautiful family visiting us. You'll be greeted with the greatest honor, as the handsome elven ruler of such a beautiful country. May Paladine bless you".

Princess Aliria D'Hyru



To Iuthia

"So I'll wait for you here, some of our counselors speak highly of the Iuthians, as disciplined and good mannered people. And about the security affairs, don't worry, you're permitted to bring at least a dozen of guards, armed as you seems fit"

Princess Aliria D'Hyru.



In the Bridge of the little Hellebore Class Frigate Undómiel, at the rendevouz point...

"All right, that's big enough, it's bigger than a Void Stalker", said a pale flight controller in the bridge, his mouth open as he stared through the pressurized glass.

The captain let fall his Miruvor coup, looking at the huge structure in front of his ship. "All....All right, send them the message".

"We're ready to receive you, Princeps Kopinski. It will be an honor to have you aboard of my ship. The trip will be short and uneventful, and I hope you could be comfortable inside an Eldar ship".

The vast ship held it’s silence for a moment, and a concealed docking area on the underside opened, and a message was sent in return: “Sending now.” A small crystal sliver, like a cut diamond dropped from it and shot towards the Hellbore.

The Hellebore prepared its bays to receive the Necron transport...

The Captain went to the Launch bay, fixing his uniform, with a handful of Swooping Hawk honor guards. "I hope this is not going to get us any trouble...", he said, visibly nervous.

To: Princess Aliria D'Hyru
From: Prince Rufus Mew
Subject: Re: Re: Party Invitation

Your speedy response is appreciated, Princess D'Hyru. My people are in the middle of a migration, and so myself and my daughter may arrive slightly late. Please do not take our late arrival as an insult to your hospitality, for none is meant.
It gladdens me to hear that. I will not remain Prince forever, and it is my wish that Yumi marry before she assumes the throne in my place.

May you walk on warm sands,
Prince Rufus Mew

[End]

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Prince Rufus Mew, Shown With Twin Sister Janus Mew
Member of the Cold Alliance

((OOC: Pic of Yumi available. Ask via TG for link.))

OOC: Note that Legeoius is famous for looking just like Legolas (though there is no blood relation), Legeoius I is the new Kingpriest since Giusecchio VII died and declared the former High Priest of Silvanost his heir, he is the second elf in the history of Istar to be made Kingpriest.

The shuttle touched down in the landing bay silently, and a door in its side slid back to reveal a Spartan interior. A human, about six foot two stepped down, dressed in gleaming white robes (Think movie Gandalf the white in style) with green and purple trim. After he stepped down the shuttle shimmered briefly and disappeared. Kopinski looked at the swooping hawks with one of his eyebrows raised, and he waited to be shot.

To Krowenoh:

"Don't worry, we'll wait for you. And about finding a husband for your daughter...well, all of our people are elves, except for a handful of humans. Are your sister ready to marry an elf?"

Princess Aliria D'Hyru.

In the Launch Bay of the Frigate

"Alim...", shouted the captain as Kopinski came down from the shuttle. The Swooping Hawks raised their rifles and presented them as a show of respect for the guest at unison, almos silently.

"Greetings, Princeps Kopinski", said the Captain making a little bow. "Is an honor to have you as a passenger aboard my ship, and that event will be recorded for generations". The Swooping Hawks behind them lowered their weapons into a resting position. "Please follow me. I'll show you your room. I want you to forgive us about the lack of luxuries in your room, but after all this is a military vessel", seeing the concern of Kopinski about the Swooping Hawks the captain smiled nervously. "They're elves, not Eldar. They don't hate you. The only thing Eldar there is their armor and their rifles".

To: Princess Aliria D'Hyru
From: Prince Rufus Mew
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Party Invitation

After discussing the matter with my daughter, she has stated to me that she would feel more comfortable wedding to someone of the same speecsis as us. Tell me, will any nekos be attending this party?

May you walk on warm sands,
Prince Rufus Mew

[End]

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Prince Rufus Mew
Member of the Cold Alliance

(There is no second post.)

Triple post. Sar-wee. V_V

The personal space yacht of the Kingpriest, the Star of Istar contacted the Aelosia planet where the party was to be held and requested information on where to land.

Thank you for the invitation. I, Chairman Monserfo of the Free Lands of Splendaville will attend your party. I hope to increase diplomatic relations with fellow nations at this event as well. May a propose a peace summit as part of the festivities?

Name: Tigrisio Monserfo
Title: Chairman
Country of Origin: Splendaville
Number of Escorts: 1 (my wife Isabel)
Number of Guards: 2
Favourite Food: Medium-rare t-bone steak
Do you need spacefaring transportation? Yes
Any special requests: Please have adaquite security. I have been at unease with public events lately due to threats recieved by my office from private businesses due to my undying support against them.

James deGritz was the leader of a huge nation, now as large as 1.875 billion people who all looked up to him for his benevolent rule... to some he is just another ruler, leading the nation and occasionally giving them a few more right... few of them suspected he got jet lag.

Argg..., he thought. Space hours were odd and the lack of gravity made him nausious. He couldn't tell night and day and sleeping was hell. Were it not for a PR consultant being abourd he may have looked terrible when addressing the crew. Only two more hours before we're in visual range of the Craftworld.

The Carrier (yet to be named) was pretty special to the Iuthian fleet, the one he was in now is the first of two super-capitol ships of it's type. Capable of carrying around 75 fighters and 50 corvettes it was the core of the rather small (and low tech) Iuthian space forces, escorted by five assult frigates to assure it's safe arrival near the Craftworld... James could only hope that they wouldn't be seen as a threat.

James decided to get what sleep he could before arriving within viewing range of the Craftworld, space amazed him but it wore him down too.


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[Post more in a second, along with small picture of carrier in Iuthian Colours (I coloured it in game and then screen shotted it)]

The news of Aelosia's soiree reaches the halls of Hreer Military Complex. General Gaarm, unable to attend himself, searches the officer's ranks for volunteers. His attention falls on a promising Defense Commander, Sseelaa, hatchling of Advisors Sszeeraa and Kraah, who once were the Imperial couple. Someon of noble lineage, with rank to boot, should be fitting.

"Commander Sseelaa; front and center!"

The Commander rips herself from her command console and snaps to attention. "Aye, sir?"

"You are charged with representing our people at the Aelosian Function. This will be in an ambassadorial role, so shine up your leathers and get hopping on the cruiser Impetuous Guat. bring that politician I see you chumming around with in all your free time. Go!"

"Aye, sir!" She snaps a swift salute, does a 180, and walks off to her esidence to prepare. In the meanwhile, Gaarm sends an RSVP to the Aelosians.

[code:1:9856bfa319]
Name: Sseelaa of House Sszeeraa

Title: Commander

Country of Origin: Sakkra

Number of Escorts: 1. Governor Ghouur of Kastaa

Number of Guards: None

Favourite Food: Roast Newt

Do you need spacefaring transportation? Negative

Any special requests: A heating chamber and a room with manual environmental control.[/code:1:9856bfa319]

I look forward to learning as much as I can. Glorious Humanity's own shuttles can take me as far as our Reachstar Orbital Platform. If whatever transport you intend me to take could arrive there, I will be waiting. Coordinates are enclosed.

Mark Albert
President
Federation of Glorious Humanity

Lu stepped out of the dock and in a few seconds staggered to the ground. The journey to craftworld had taken a lot out of her, but the journey was worth it. Space was beautiful.

She looks around for an official with information to guide her to the function.

Name: Shalzar Ezekiel
Title: The Forbidden One or Forbidden One
Country of Origin: The Five Civilized NAtions
Number of Escorts: 2
Number of Guards: 5
Favorite Food: N/A
Do you need spacefaring transportation? No
Any special requests: a large meditation room

Kopinski bowed in return and smiled, "Very well then, I must say it's a relief. I am honoured to be a guest aboard your fine vessel Captain. My only request would be that I could be informed in advance if you are planning on making any warp jumps, and left alone in my room for the duration, I find them, unsettling." he said, apologetically.

"When do we arrive?" whispered one anxious trooper to his companion.
"Within the hour, now shut your hole." replied his partner.

The two armoured men stood at guard outside the cabin allocated to the top-brass that was leading this mission. A real martinet. So far on this voyage three of the troopers had been flogged for the lightest infractions of discipline, and the Golmaroth's captain had stood back and let it happen.

Neither man wanted to be next, neither wanted to be heard chattering outside his cabin, but they were both anxious about this mission.

Attending an elvish celebration. Enough to make you shudder, spit and soil yourself as the saying went (in its expurgated form).

And as if the presence of Marcus Shandor wasn't bad enough, there were his two companions who had spent the whole of the journey in the cargo hold alone, preferring to shun the company of the men.

That was just fine by the men.

The less they saw of ... oh no.

Both men fixed their gazes straight forward, unblinking, as the two cloaked and hooded figures stalked up the passageway, making less noise than a shadow falling on the earth. They drew level with the two troopers, opened Shandor's door and passed inside without a word.

Both men exhaled.

"Should we have challenged them?"
"Sod off."

The proximity alarm sounded throughout the Golmaroth. Planetfall was only minutes away.

To: Princess Aliria D'Hyru
From: "Prince Rufus MEw
Subject: Re: Party Invitation

After rereading my last communique with you, it has come to my attenation that I may have overstepped my boundries as guest to request knowledge concerning others attending your party. Also, it was unwise and rather selfish of me to try to take away a suitable bachelor from your search for a husband. Please forgive these transgression, for they shall not happen again.
We will be arriving within the day. Accompanying me will be the Turks, my daughter Yumi, and a 100-Series Realian, for purposes of recording this wonderous event.

As always, may you walk on warm sands.
Rufus Mew

[End]

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Prince Rufus Mew
Member of the Cold Alliance

((OOC: Info: The Turks: Four of Rufus' most trusted men (and woman!) Rufus commonly travels with three of the Turks, Reno, Rude, and Elena, while the leader, T'Seng, remains behind to handle matters of the state in the Prince's abscence. The 100-Series Realians are obsverational models, used to monitor radio freqrencies, record anything they see and hear, and detect threats such as bombs, chemicals, and even possible human threats such as assassins lurking in the dark.
The current mindset of Krowemoh is that Realians are property, and will be listed as such. Hence why the Realian wasn't listed as an escort or guard. Realians look human, but have unnateral colored hair and no pupils. The 100-Series is one of the lastest Realian models Vector Industries has released. Rufus will use his basically as a walking camera...))

OOC: Hey, a lot of people is coming, good, good. A lot of new allies and noone of the old ones. This is going to be interesting...

IC:

Comm to the Star of Istar

"Please proceed to dock #45, you have permission to land. The party is going to be held in the D'Hyru holdings in the north pole of the Craftworld. However, land in the dock indicated above and you'll be greeted by a diplomatic envoy who will provide transportation for you and your companions"

To Splendaville

"Security will be tight, don't worry about that. An Aelosian vessel will travel to Splendaville to pick you up and your companions. We'll take into consideration your idea about the peace summit"

To Sakkra

"It will be a pleasure indeed to have you as our guest, Commander Sseelaa. Your requests will be met. I hope that our countries could be allies someday".

Princess Aliria D'Hyru

To Glorious Humanity

"Don't worry, an aelosian vessel will pick you up in the Reachstar Orbital Platform. I'm sending my personal transport for your transportation"

Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi

In the Docks of the Craftworld

A guard of Howling Banshees, one of the elite corps of the Aelosian army greeted Lu, raising their power swords in a martial salute. The Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi approached her, dressed in a beautiful sky blue dress with inlaid diamonds.

"It's a pleasure to see that you're the first guest to arrive, please follow me, a luxury holotrain is waiting for us to take us to the D'Hyru Holdings. I'm Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi, Head of the Foreign Affairs Department, glad to meet you", said the elven woman.

To Five Civilized Nations

"I will expect you personally in the dock. I hope that you could find our Craftworld pleasant".

ShadowPrince Kithail Hyral

In the Hellebore Frigate

"All right, Princeps. I was planning to enter the Warp space soon. Then please let me guide you to your room. I'll call you when we arrive to the Craftworld orbit", said the captain nodding.

Hours later, the captain knocked on Kopinski's room. "Princeps?. We're almost there, the Warp jump has finished. We'll land on the Craftworld in half an hour".

In the orbit of the Craftworld

"Please proceed to the dock #45, Modorian Vessel. We have a warm welcome waiting for you. Our tractor device will guide you through the landing process".

To Krowemoh

"Don't worry, no offense taken. You and your companions will be welcomed in our halls. If Slagkattunger or Kecha send a delegate several neko will attend, but they haven't say nothing yet"

Princess Aliria D`Hyru.

Congrats Aelosia!

Please fill the form below so you could be greeted as you deserve:

Name: Gerrard Generorn

Title: Captian of the Naval Gaurd of Ravea

Country of Origin:Ravea

Number of Escorts:3-Gerarrd's command crew.

Number of Guards:None

Favourite Food:Seafood, or pizza. Seafood pizza is good too.

Do you need spacefaring transportation?No

Any special requests:No

"Your instructions have been received, the Golmaroth will comply."

The pilot of the dark craft cut the comm system and turned to the looming figure behind him.

"We have received landing instructions my lord, a tractor beam will be used."

Markus Shandor leaned forward to study the instrumentation.

"It could be a trap. At the first sign of treachery engage all weapon systems and fire at will."

Shandor, a tall dark haired man with craggy features left the bridge for his quarters. Two cloaked forms awaited him.

"We are approaching our destination." he informed them. "You should prepare yourselves."

Aboard the Impetuous Guat, Commander Sseelaa and Governor Ghouur relax in their quarters. Sseelaa has shined up her crimson leather fetlock-guards and gloves, straightens her bodywrap and poses a bit before a mirror. Ghouur manages to admire her from his seat. "Looks quite fetching, Sseelaa. I'm certain you'll be a hit."

"If I had your confidence. I wonder what this will be like?"

"Not too much deviation from other diplomatic soiree's i've brought you to, i'm sure."

"Simple for you to say. You've attended a score of these functions. I'm still new at it."

The general address system comes on. "Attention. Now leaving Sol heliopause. Spinning up drives for sub-space entry. Please take your positions. Sub-space entry in 2 minutes. Coordinates confirmed by nav-system for Aelosian space."

"Ah! Better fasten myself in." Sseelaa seats herself in her gel-cushion chair, and straps down. "Ooh, i'm all a-jitter."

"Not to worry. I'll be your pillar."

Sseelaa casts an eye at Ghouur as space wraps and warps around them.

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Aboard the EMI Tyracond, the Emperor is preparing for his arrival.

-Sir, were in docking zone in 2 hours.

-Good. Thank you, captain.

The Captain leaves the room and walks towards the main deck.

-Contact a docking station, tell them we will arrive soon. Make sure they have good security.

-Yes, sir!
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All ships approaching the Craftworld could look at the imposing figure of the artificial planet floating in the empty space. It was huge for an artificial construct, capable of hostings millions of souls inside its Wraithbone walls. Around it two spacefleets were always surrounding the structure, the gracile silouettes of the Eldar ships floating in the artificial orbit of the Craftworld.

Two huge VoidStalker Battleships were guarding the entry to the space docks of the Craftworld, the fighters and merchant vessels around them looking like flies around the great behemonts. Several frigates served as escorts for the foreign ships arriving, indicating the right dock to land to each visitor and guiding them through the complex process.

To the Impetous Guat

"This is escort frigate 345, welcome to aelosian airspace, please proceed to the dock 65, we'll help you through the landing process. Be aware when trying to land. Your ship is big and the space is maybe few. You'll need to achieve several good manouvers in there, good luck"

To the EMI Tyracond
"This is escort frigate 268, welcome to Aelosian airspace. Please proceed to dock 66, I don't think you'll have problems in landing, please download the coordinates we're sending you right now to guide you through the landing process"

To the Golmaroth
"This is escort frigate 269, welcome to aelosian airspace. Please proceed to dock 68. You're going to be guided by a tractor beam, so please lower your speed and let you be carried away. We're using the tractor beam because we noted that your ship lacks a proper guidance system and our docks are complex and small. Please disable your weapons systems right now, we can't let you pass if you don't do it"

An Aelosian Escort Frigate
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"Do it," snapped Shandor to the pilot. "If they destroy us then our blood will soak into the soul of their planet and consume them."

The pilot uneasily deactivated the weapon system. His unease was not helped by the presence on the bridge of the two newcomers. Identical. Slim. Dark. Beautiful. Maidens.

And I'm the King of Space thought the pilot ironically.

The Golmaroth moved onward.

The Escort Frigates comm is received, and a reply is sent via audio. The sound has no crackling, popping or hissing and seems to revrbrate eerily.

"This is the Impetuous Guat, Escort Frigate 345. Proceeding to dock 65. And have no worries about maneuvering. This old thing is still quite nimble. Impetuous Guat, out."

The cruiser follows the escort frigate.

As the Impetuos Guat and the Golmaroth landed, the welcome party was already expecting them. A dozen of Paelisi courtiers dressed in bright robes escolted by a platoon of the Hyral Honor Guard clad in the armor of the Fire Dragons Aspect Warriors were around a beautiful elven maiden dressed in a delicate and elegant pink dress. One of the guards stood next to her with the banner of the Everqueen held over her head, as symbol of her status.

The two docks were next to each other, so both the Sakkran envoys and those from Former Mordorians walked through the same hallway to exit the dock area. Once they arrived a little elven orchestra played the national anthem of Sakkra and Former Mordorians, (they did some research), then the Royal March of the Everqueen. The delicate maiden approached the envoys smiling at both the great reptilian creatures and the mysterious froms of the Mordorians

"Please be welcomed to our country. I hope you could be comfortable in this place. I'm the Princess Aliria D'Hyru, and it's a pleasure for me to be your host".

"Alim...", said the commanding officer of the Fire Dragons, and they gave a martial salute to the guests raising their weapons...

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Princess Aliria D'Hyru

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Aelosian Fire Dragons

Kopinski emerged from the room several moments later, stretching slightly as if he'd been to sleep. "Ah, good, may I be allowed to observe our arrival from the ship's bridge?"

((Apologies for the short post... But there doesn't seem to be much else to say at this moment.))

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Governor Ghouur takes the lead as he greets Princess Aliria. He bows low, with flourish. Sseelaa curtsies as well.

"Milady Princess D'Hyru, it is indeed an honor to be able to attend a function of such grand scale. And such a wonderful rendition of our national anthem! You do us and our people a great honor."

The Star of Istar entered from Foldspace and entered above orbit of Craftworld. After docking in Dock #45 the Juardi, Guardians of the Kingpriest stepped outside and after a few minutes of looking allowed the Kingpriest of Istar to step out. Legeoius I moved with the grace and dignity that all elves possessed, he wore dark blue robes with jewels sewn into the fabric, only the sleeves were unadorn, the Kingpriest wore soft leather sandles and he wore bracelets on his wrists and ankles, every finger was covered in rings and jewels, he wore only one necklace with the symbol of Paladine upon it's platnium pendant, on his head he wore a crown of rubies and gold, the Miceram, the Crown of Power.

Legeoius whispered to the Juardi next to his side who nodded and then the Kingpriest glanced about for the delegation that was supposed to meet him.


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Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar

Gliding silently through the void of space the Federal Battleship FRSN Glorious Heritage came to a stop about 100,000 kilometers away from the Craftworld. Surrounding the vessel were her own escorts, a group of 20 Cruisers organized into 4 different Cruiser Squadrons. Aboard the bridge the LIDAR officer looked up from his station and shifted his way to the side calling over the officer on watch. "Commander, we have an Aelosian vessel on approach, I think they're the welcoming party." The Lieutenant Commander nodded in acknowledgement and moved over toward the Communications Officer picking up a headset he waited for the Ensign to turn on the broadband emitter and went it was done he sent the following message, "Aelosian vessel, this is the FRSN Glorious Heritage, we're carrying Gregory de los Santos, President of New York and New Jersey, his shuttle should be departing shortly, we will remain here at a distance of 100,000 kilometers however we are willing if we need to move back a further 50,000 kilometers..."

Below on the marine deck, the single Inter-Solar System Armored Personnel Carrier(ISSAPC) transport picked up and moved out heading out into open space, compared to all the other vessels of the fleet the shuttle was completely dwarfed. It wasnt even the typical Presidental transport, it was a last minute thing. The ISSAPC was normally a marine transport, yet with the recent showdown with the Thelasi fleet Gregory didnt want to waste anytime getting to the party. He already had to apologize for the whole Puerto Rico incident, he didnt want to apologize for being late as well. Unlike others he wasnt dressed up, he was casual looking. He left the pomp, and the guards behind, he was going to be there to enjoy himself and possibly make a friend which was always a good thing for the country.

One regret he did have was the bringing of the Cruisers. It hadnt been his idea but that of the OSS and the Admiralty who didnt like the ideal of President de los Santos going with only the Heritage as his protection. The Lavenrunz situation had put the security folks at the OSS on pins and needles, and behind them was the entire military when it came to transporting President de los Santos. In the cockpit the crew of three,minus the shipboard gunners did their job carefully. No sudden movements of the transports were made, they didnt want to disturb President de los Santos like they would have any other ground troop, instead it was a straight flight all the way to the Craftword, when the Aelosian Frigate moved into an escorting position of the the small 23 meter long vessel the pilot,copoilt and radio officer looked over with the RO openning up the broadband channels, "This is Federal Marine 001, thank you for the escort, requesting landing clearance over."

Aboard the royal cruiser Glamdring, Glorfindel was getting angrier and angrier with his son "Yes, Erienion, you are going to attend, and you are going to be on your best behavior! Now get your stupid ass out here before I cut the door down and strip you of all ranks and privileges!" he shouted. "Uh, sir," a lieutenant said. "Yes?" Glorfindel responded. "Sir, the pilots sent me to tell you that our estimated ETA at the Aelosian craftworld is in two hours." "Very well," Glorfindel said as he stalked down the hallway to his private chambers. "Radio ahead to inform the Aelosians of our impending arrival." "Yes, sir" the lt. responded as he thought boy, I'm glad Lord Glorfindel doesn't subscribe to the 'kill the messenger' school of thought

*The Krowemohian Migration Fleet (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=116998&highlight=) dropped out of Hyperspace half a parsec away from Craftworld (See OOC Note). The Three Light Cruisers took up defensive postions around the Colony Ships, while flights of AeroSpace Fighters were launched to augment the defenders even more. From the large Mothership launched a personal shuttle, three Heavy Support Fighters escorting the shuttle to Craftworld. A message was beamed ahead, alerting the Aelosians of Prince Rufus Mew's arrival via shuttle. The Heavy Support Fighters bordered on the lines of Corvette, large and bulky, hosting a wide array of weapons and missiles. Although not as nimble as an AeroSpace Fighter, the HS Fighter had three times the armor of the other. So what it lacked in manuverbility it made up for in sheer toughness.*


((OOC: Note: I am not an expert space traveler person. I have no clue how far a Parsec is, so if half a Parsec is too far from Craftworld, then just pretend it's a wee bit closer, at a more suitable distance. Mmkay?))

Arisildë moved through the void, her form drawing starlight and glowing as that metal from which her name derived, Isildi.
Olorndil, Fírë and Atassar were seated within chairs that had grown from the walls of the Silmerámë.

It continued to unnerve many of the Silmellon when the Silmerámion swallowed their passengers. But for Olorndil, ‘going into’ Arisildë had become almost second nature.
The living machine was his personal transport, as distinctive from that which his sister used in her official visits; Fëafánë.
A smile as he thought of the Queen Silmerámë, before he turned to Atassar and studied the Elf’s pale features.

“You should have experienced the stars and void before now Atassar,” he said. Frowned at the tension that radiated outwards from the Silmello. Fírë would certainly be feeling it almost as a physical presence and Olorndil had hoped that she would be able to rest as they journeyed to the Aelosian Craftworld. The healer had her eyes closed now, but he could not be certain that she slept. “Study the stars, let their calming light ease you. There will be many such journeys in time as Silmessë gains new friends.”

“I shudder when the mirror glass exudes round my face Olorndil,” the Elf sighed. “It is one thing to observe the stars, but to see them as though I moved through the void naked and alone…is too much.” His seat trembled. Arisildë attempted to massage away his tensions. But Olorndil noted that it only seemed to increase his nervousness. “Not meaning any disrespect Arisildë.”

Did Atassar still fear the Silmerámë? Frowning, Olorndil sank back into his seat, it was soft despite it being some curious metallic alloy that shifted as easily as liquid. He welcomed the exuded communicator that slipped round his forehead like a crown and slipped quickly into silent conversation with Arisildë.

Did the stars unnerve you too at first? He asked.

Her reply came mingled with a music that he would never understand. Only one Elda had that particular talent.
No, I was born for the stars. They were already within the music of my creation. I knew them before I was strong enough to reach beyond the domain of the world.

He would never truly understand her. Not as her creator did even when there was so much of his own people invested within the Silmerámion.
How long till we are within sight of the Aelosian Craftworld?

We are moments away from sensory contact. Shall we open communications? Arrival is still some hours away, but there may be extensive preparations required to accommodate my arrival.

By all means Arisildë.

Within the sphere of his mind, the Silmerámë induced an illusion; a window. There was no image there yet, but Olorndil could also perceive what the Aelosian’s would see. This window was not empty, it showed Olorndil himself in an edited view; communicator skilfully edited from the final image. The background was purple and silver, the flag of Silmessë.

“The Silmerámë Arisildë out of Silmessë hailing the Aelosian Craftworld,” Olorndil intoned and his edited image echoed his every action. The Nehru suit, adapted to Elven tastes seemed a paler hue, less power-blue in the reproduced image and his eyes brighter; sapphires alight with a secret fire. "We require co-ordinates for entry. Arrival estimated in..." knowledge flowed into his mind, "two hours and twenty-three minutes."

How quickly we Silmellon adapt to a modern world. Yet without the many children of Undómëfal, our realm would be as poisoned as the rest of the planet. He shook his head and frowned as the echoed image in his mind’s eye moved in unison. Wiped the frown from his face a moment later for the same reason. I never imagined I could ever find anything to be thankful for in Undómëfal’s coming to Silmessë. How life brings us ever constant surprises he thought, smiled and saw the soft curve of his lips reflected back at him through the communicator.
He thought about the háranmehtar, somewhere aft in another compartment sleeping through the long ride to the Craftworld and made a mental note to wake them.

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Olorndil
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(Used with Permission)

Coming within viewing range the Iuthian carrier started to reduce its speed, eventually coming to something of a halt. The five escort vessals gaurding the Carrier also came to a stop covering various parts of the large Capitol ship.

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In comparison to the craft world however, all of the Iuthian fleet was somewhat dwarfed by the sheer size of the thing. The crew were in awe, the Iuthia has a mass of around 300'000 tons, where as this thing was an entire world, floating through space... Iuthian space technology was pretty limited in it's capabilities, even the Scaffolding Station used to build the carrier wasn't like this... all things concidered, it seemed out of this world.

During the deceleration process, James was awoken by the captain of the yet to be named Carrier... there had been proposals of what to call the craft but few people were sure and they wanted it be special... oddly enough people were still arguing over it's name, so in the end it was called "The Carrier"... which hardly brought a tear to anyones eyes.

After preparation, a change of clothes and a quick breifing session, Lord General deGritz and a small crew boarded the specially fitted Corvette and launched from the Carriers bay towards the Craftworld.

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Pilot: This is Iuthian Delegation 1, we request permission to land. Over.


OOC: Would of done this sooner but I guess my mind has been in a mess resently.

OOC: Oh Dios mío. So many good posts to attend, sorry if I can't give to all of you the attention and time each of you deserve, but I promise you I'll do my best to greet each one of you in the best way I can.

IC:

In the Hellebore frigate docking at the 50th dock

"Of course not, Princeps Kopinski, please be our guest. I'll open the panoramic pressurized window of the observation room", said the captain, guiding Kopinski through the hallways of the ship until they arrived to a room completely crafted of translucent material, where Kopinski was clearly able to see his entire surroundings, even the huge structure of the craftworld nearby, closing in very fast.

In the gathering hall of the docks 60th to 70th

"It's your people who made us an honor coming to pay us a nice visit, Governor Ghouur", said the Princess, making sure of pronounce the difficult Sakkran name perfectly. "Indeed this is a event of grand scale now, since you have arrived. Please accompany me to welcome more guests before we take the holotrain to my palaces", said the Princess smiling warmly.

In the gathering hall of the 40th to 50th docks

As Legeoius descended to the gathering hall of the docks, an elven orchestra started to play the national anthem of Istar, then the Noble's march of Aelosia. An elf clad in an strange silver and golden power armor approached Legeoius, smiling to the elven king. He was tall for an elf, and had a very grim and serious face, contrasting with the usual merry expression of the aelosians. "This is a happy day indeed. Our kin from Istar has come to visit us today. Please King Legeoius, follow me, I'm the ShadowPrince of this Realm, undisputed ruler of this nation. But as you're my equal you call call me Kithail", said the tall elf extending his hand in the classical elven salute.

To the Federal Marine 001

"Please proceed to the dock #68, all landing clearance confirmed. May Isha protect you, President De Los Santos, the Princess is waiting for you at the gathering hall after passing the dock, she's eager to meet you again and hoping that you could forgive her for her deeds in Puerto Rico", was the message from the aelosian frigate, clearly read by a nervous messenger.

To the Glamdring

"Roger, please proceed to the dock #49. The ShadowPrince is waiting for your arrival, Lord Glorfindel. Please just follow our instructions and download the coordinates we're sending you. If you can't process the information, our tractor beam will hep you"

To the Krowemoh's Shuttle
"Please proceed with the landing procedures. I'm sorry Sire, but you must disable your weapons systems if you want to approach the Craftworld. It's very safe around here, you don't need weapons anyway. This is the escort frigate 472, please download the coordinates I'm sending you and follow us to the launch bays".

To the Arisildë

An aelosian huge battlecruiser appeared nearby once the Silmellön vessel enters aelosian airspace. "It's a pleasure to see our distant cousins again. This is an old friend of yours, Olorndil. I'll send you the coordinates, but maybe it's easier just to follow this big ship. Once you're near the Craftworld, the tractor beam will help you to finish the process. I'll meet you in the party, old friend, you will enter the Craftworld with the biggest escort available", said through the comlink the old voice of the Duke Admiral Atheril D'nan.

To the Iuthian Delegation 1

"Permission granted, we will send you a escort frigate to help you with the details of the landing process. You can download the coordinates I'm sending you right now. Have a nice landing".

"It's your people who made us an honor coming to pay us a nice visit, Governor Ghouur", said the Princess, making sure of pronounce the difficult Sakkran name perfectly. "Indeed this is a event of grand scale now, since you have arrived. Please accompany me to welcome more guests before we take the holotrain to my palaces", said the Princess smiling warmly.

Governor Ghouur catches the wordplay at the slight lilt on the word scale. "Hrar! A fine pun! Very well, we will indeed accompany you."

He turns to Sseelaa, and nudges her a bit. "Not to worry, don't be so stiff! We are here to relax a bit, view a fascinating culture and rub elbows! These things have a way of making one noticed later in the ranks. At ease, and all will go well."

Sseelaa lets out a barely audible sigh. "I'll try, but i'm not much good outside of a rigid and structured setting. But i'll try." She keeps step with the group, the slight whisking sound of her leather garments sounding with each step.

(OOC: Aelosia, check telegrams.)

IC: Though still a year away from building anything of it's own, Glorious Humanity's Reachstar Orbital Platform had fully functional crew quarters, as well as several operational docking bays. The combination research facility/shipyard never failed to amaze President Mark Albert every time he saw it. Construction was close to finished, with only a few of the manufacturing bays left before the entire station was fully operational. The platform was divided into four parts. The main part was the "hub" of the station, a tube-shaped center where crew quarters, communications, and research center were housed. Radiating out from the hub were three "arms", each attached to another part of the station. The large docking bays for ships and shuttles alike held one arm, the repair bays that would someday service GH spaceships had another, and the unfinished manufacturing plant where the spaceships would be produced dominated another. Each of these parts was rectangular in shape, and from out in space one could see the metal framework and scaffolds on the manufacturing plant. The place was always abuzz with activity, shuttles, worker robots, and a handful of spacefaring fighters and small guard ships cruising about.

"Roger that, Aelosia. Glamdring out." A pilot responded in clipped tones.

-Orbit of Craftsworld-

A long-range Aurora Class Diplomatic Cruiser came out of hyperspace and moved closer to the planet to establish orbit.

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This is the 5CN Aurora Class Diplomatic Cruiser, the Nibelung, calling Aelosian Control, requesting clearance to land.

Lu stepped out of the dock and in a few seconds staggered to the ground. The journey to craftworld had taken a lot out of her, but the journey was worth it. Space was beautiful.

She looks around for an official with information to guide her to the function.

To the Nibelung

"This is escort frigate 367, please proceed to landing dock #41, we'll guide you through the landing process".

Acknowledged...

The Nibelung accelerated and began to follow the Aelosian frigate. The captain of the cruiser flicked on the shipboard communications system.

Forbidden One, we are arriving at Aelosia...

Good, Captain... Prepare your men for the landing.

Yes, Forbidden One...

In his private stateroom, Shalzar Ezekiel meditated, freeing his mind of his concerns about this mission...

"Roger that Aelosian Frigate, thanks for the welcome." The radio officer passed the message back to Gregory who could only blink. Thinking about that for a few minutes he chuckled to himself and shook his head slightly sliding down slowly in the back troop passenger seat. His right hand moved up he just covered his face with it thinking to himself 'Oh no she's going to apologize to me, this is going to be interesting, too people telling each other they're sorry repeatedly.' The transport gently banked as the engines went from vertical flight and shifted over to horizontal flight. Lowering down the bare steel touched down onto the deck of dock 68.

The side door openned up on the ISSAPC, Gregory did the small hop from the troopship onto the deck and gazed around abit. His hands moving into the pockets of the pants he wore. His eyes gazing over the inside of the dock he hadnt gotten a good view of the craftworlds outside, he reminded himself though, to do so. The dock itself looked gigantic on its own. He looked around for where the gathering hall was he looked over toward the pilot who waited for an order, yelling up to the cockpit Gregory said, "Dont worry guy's I'll be right back." Stepping away from where his transport was he moved toward where other guests were moving and decided to just follow the crowd.

In the Docks of the Craftworld

A guard of Howling Banshees, one of the elite corps of the Aelosian army greeted Lu, raising their power swords in a martial salute. The Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi approached her, dressed in a beautiful sky blue dress with inlaid diamonds.

"It's a pleasure to see that you're the first guest to arrive, please follow me, a luxury holotrain is waiting for us to take us to the D'Hyru Holdings. I'm Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi, Head of the Foreign Affairs Department, glad to meet you", said the elven woman.

OOC: Taiwan, here you got your response...I think you missed it

(OOC: Catching up with the rest of you, this has been cleared with Aelosia so nobody scream. :P )

Albert had boarded the transport that had been sent to Reachstar for him, and spent most of the trip to the Craftworld practicing all the etiquette he knew. By the time the ship arrived, he felt as ready as he would. Then he looked out a window at the Craftworld.

"My God..."

He was impressed indeed.

When the ship had landed, Albert disembarked and went looking for Duchess Celestrianna. His guards followed behind him, and although they were trying to maintain a soldier's indifference, they too were impressed with everything around them. This foreign land was already fascinating. Albert hoped to find the populace equally interesting.

Princess Aliria arrived to the gathering hall just in time to see Gregory de Los Santos arriving, closely followed by the Sakkrans and the Former Mordorians Delegates, along with her Fire Dragons escorts.

She approached De Los Santos not daring to look him in the eyes, her gaze directed at the crystal sandals on her feet. "So there you are, President De Los Santos, please be welcome to our humbly home. I hope you like our Craftworld and everything...About what happened in Puerto Rico, I think I owe you an apology, I spoiled your vacation and made you lose your temper. I'll understand if you're still mad at me. I was a foolish child and a poor diplomat", she said in a low tone as the orchestra behind them started to play the NY&J national anthem. The Princess started to play with her sandal as a little kid being grounded by her father, blushing deeply.

Just as she spoke, the voice of salute "Alim!" was shouted by the officer in charge of the escorts, and the Fire Dragons presented their weapons in perfect order, as a signal of respect for the President of NY&J.

The orchestra in the gathring hall started to play Glorious Humanity's national anthem, and the escort soldiers, this time Swooping Hawks with gleaming blue armor, raised their fusion rifles in a martial salute. The Duchess, a mature elven maiden of golden hair, dressed in an exquisite blue dress with inlaid diamonds approached Albert, making a delicate and polite bow to him. "Please be welcome, honored guest. I'm Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi. Head of the Aelosian Courtiers and one of the most important nobles of this nation. I'm pleased to meet you, and my people consider an honor your presence amongst us. What can I do for you?", she said, in a very pleased tone.

Gregory went from normal color to his face turning practically crimson. He stumbled upon his words as the band began to play the anthem and that just caused him to look even more red, if it were possible. The salute caused him to jump abit, if he knew he'd get a salute he would have came in uniform. It would have made him feel alittle more comfortable.When it was finally possible for him to get out a sentence without bumbling over his words he just cleared his throat and reached both his hands forward to take her hands and smiled bright, giving her hands a small squeeze. "Princess look up at me for just a moment." He waited for her eyes to move up once more before going on, "I came to apologize to you, I'm not mad, nor was I ever mad at you Princess Aliria. I'm here to beg for my forgiveness not the otherway around. Now please tell your orchestra not to play my countries anthem, its nearly eight minutes long in its entirety. Now please forgive me for my actions back in my country."

As the Nibelung landed on Craftsworld, the Forbidden One, Shalzar Ezekiel pulled on his long cloak and his hood. The cloak and hood concealed his scarred body and his cybernetic adjustments. With a grunt, Ezekiel opened the door and followed by two Black Watch Royal Guardsmen, walked towards the main gangway.

Meanwhile, the main gangway opened and four Black Watch Guardsmen descended down. Stunningly attired in obsidian-blue uniforms and armed with ceremonial weaponry, the elite guardsmen came to attention two on a side of the gangway. Moments later, the Forbidden One appeared and descended followed by the two other guardsmen.

Walking a few meters, Shalzar Ezekiel stopped in front of Duchess Celestrianna. Bowing deeply, the Forbidden One spoke with a synthesized voice.

I am Shalzar Ezekiel, known as the Forbidden One. I am here to participate in the ceremonies...

With a slight shift of his robes, the Forbidden One revealed an entire metallic arm...

(OOC: If you haven't figured it out yet, the Forbidden One is a cyborg. Aelosia, tell me if your character has an aversion to cybernetic "enhancements.")

"No se preocupe, no es nada", said Aliria, her spanish even more flawless than her english. "Aelosia's Royal March is eighteen minutes long. As a matter of fact is a symphonic poem more than an anthem. It's a pleasure to play your anthem inside this walls", she continued trying to change the subject. She never thought of Gregory De Los Santos being such a sensitive person, but she was glad to see that part of his character. She always liked sensitive persons, they were more like her...

"I gave you a reason to be mad at me back in Puerto Rico, you don't need to apologize, but I'll take your words as if you accepted my own apology", she returned the squeeze to De Los Santos' hands, trying to adopt a more warm attitude. She liked this man, he was strong and sensitive at the same time. Men like him were the ones that forged the universe, men like the mythical Beren, the Atanári, fathers of humankind.

"I hope you like trains, but I see you came alone. Why didn't you bring some company along?", she said, regaining her eternal smile.

As the Nibelung landed on Craftsworld, the Forbidden One, Shalzar Ezekiel pulled on his long cloak and his hood. The cloak and hood concealed his scarred body and his cybernetic adjustments. With a grunt, Ezekiel opened the door and followed by two Black Watch Royal Guardsmen, walked towards the main gangway.

Meanwhile, the main gangway opened and four Black Watch Guardsmen descended down. Stunningly attired in obsidian-blue uniforms and armed with ceremonial weaponry, the elite guardsmen came to attention two on a side of the gangway. Moments later, the Forbidden One appeared and descended followed by the two other guardsmen.

Walking a few meters, Shalzar Ezekiel stopped in front of Duchess Celestrianna. Bowing deeply, the Forbidden One spoke with a synthesized voice.

I am Shalzar Ezekiel, known as the Forbidden One. I am here to participate in the ceremonies...

With a slight shift of his robes, the Forbidden One revealed an entire metallic arm...

(OOC: If you haven't figured it out yet, the Forbidden One is a cyborg. Aelosia, tell me if your character has an aversion to cybernetic "enhancements.")

Shalzar Ezekiel, the Forbidden One, waited patiently for Duchess Celestrianna to overcome the shock. With a snap of his metallic fingers, the six Black Watch Guardsmen drew their swords and held it pommel down in front of their face.

((OOC: For example Princess Aliria D'Hyru has a cybernetic proesthetic limb in her hand, since she lost it in an diplomatic incident, so I don't think it will be a problem))

The Duchess bowed in front of Ezekiel too, and the soldiers behind her made the martial salute with their rifles. Once the orchestra ended to play glorious Humanity's anthem, they began to play FCN's anthem. The Duchess spoke "Be welcomed, my honoured guest. Although this is not a ceremony, this is a party, and we invited all of you to enjoy a happy time amongst us, and to enjoy our customs. I'm Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi, I'm so glad to meet you"

"I wont worry myself over this issue if you dont,and I wont accept your apology unless you accept my own." He gave her a sly playful smile before shaking his head slightly to her other words, "It wasnt you who gave me reason to be mad. That year had been rather long firstly, and secondly the arrival of military vessels in my nation did not please me, nor did former General Theallas's attitude as a guest. You were only trying to help him, and it was wrong of me to snap at you for that. Speaking of the former General, I wished to thank you for stopping any fighting from going on. The battle wouldnt have lasted long, but the openning salvo from both sides would have killed thousands." He turned his head from side to side at the mention of his lack of guard or other form of escort feigning surprise he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I didnt want to bring armed guards to a party, four Marines in battle gear kinda stand out. I also didnt want to bore you or your guests with my diplomats and other envoys from my country. So I came by myself, save for the small crew of my transport. As for trains, I love trains. I take it we need to take one to main party?"

(OOC: Ezekiel is half-cybernetic. He was badly burned and mangled when the warship he was commanding was destroyed. To save him, the only chance of survival was to make him into a cyborg...)

Ezekiel's right eye began to mist as he heard the haunting music of the Hegemon Orchestral Concerto (5CN's national anthem), reminded of a horrific incident that occurred years earlier.

Thank you for such a gracious welcome... It feels like twenty years ago...

Twenty years ago, Ezekiel was a Fleet Admiral in the 5CN Space Fleet. During a naval review, a rebel group attacked during the naval review, when the Hegemon Concerto was being performed. The entire fleet was annilihated. Ezekiel's warship was destroyed and he was badly hurt by the explosive decompression. Badly burned and bombarded with near lethal doses of radiation, Ezekiel only survived because of quick cybernetic additions and enhancements...

"Then...I'll accept your apology if it's the only way you could accept mine, so be it. Please don't talk about the Thelasi situation, it was...troublesome for me to end things in that way. Maybe you don't know, but Theallas was my fianceé once, before the ShadowPrince banned him. I did what I did because I didn't wanted to see brothers killing each other when they could face more dangerous enemies together, like famine, plague or poverty", her face was covered by a strange shadow of guilt at the mention of Theallas, but it quickly dissapeared, erased by the usual smile.

"And yes!, a holotrain!. Have you ever seen one of those?. It's like a gravship but we use it like a...subway, to travel inside the Craftworld. Of course all of you are going to use a special luxury private holotrain. You have a wagon just for you, I fear you're going to feel lonely. But it's nice, it will make a tour all over the Craftworld before arriving to the D'Hyru Holdings", she continued, visibly happy.

Albert bowed fluidly. He was wearing a simple business suit, unremarkable save for the fact that it was completely made of silk. "I am honored to be so received, your Grace. I've come to see your world, attend your party, and learn more about your people." Straightening again, he smiled. "My nation has had little contact with your race, and I wish to amend this. I believe it's high time humans made more effort to get along with the other races we share the universe with."

(OOC: Ezekiel is half-cybernetic. He was badly burned and mangled when the warship he was commanding was destroyed. To save him, the only chance of survival was to make him into a cyborg...)

Ezekiel's right eye began to mist as he heard the haunting music of the Hegemon Orchestral Concerto (5CN's national anthem), reminded of a horrific incident that occurred years earlier.

Thank you for such a gracious welcome... It feels like twenty years ago...

Twenty years ago, Ezekiel was a Fleet Admiral in the 5CN Space Fleet. During a naval review, a rebel group attacked during the naval review, when the Hegemon Concerto was being performed. The entire fleet was annilihated. Ezekiel's warship was destroyed and he was badly hurt by the explosive decompression. Badly burned and bombarded with near lethal doses of radiation, Ezekiel only survived because of quick cybernetic additions and enhancements...

Ezekiel's hand waved slightly, signalling to the guardsmen to stand down. Sheathing their ceremonial swords, the guardsmen stood stiffly at attention...

OOC: Pic of Black Watch in ceremonial uniform...

http://www.duneinfo.com/miniseries/costumes/images/thumb/sardaukar.jpg

"All is forgive then, subway you say?Sounds good to me." He quickly changed the subject making a mental note to himself to have the OSS profiler for the Princess fired. This critical error in missed information had caused him yet another embarassment. He felt as if his foot was in his mouth as he looked down toward the ground, unfortunately height meant that his gaze wasnt adverted, he was still looking down at her. "As for the private car, unless someone volunteers to keep me company I guess I shall pay the price for keeping the armed guard, and boring diplomats at home." He chuckled abit and gazed up once more toward her. "I have a feeling this Craftworld shall not cease to amaze me tonight. I wish I had gotten a better look of it outside."

OOC: This is my last post for tonight. I need to study for my japanese test, I need to go to the movies tomorrow to see ROTK (again!) and I need to sleep at least 4 hours. I'll continue with this tomorrow.

IC:

The Aelosian Swooping Hawks looked nervous, putting their fingers in the triggers of their big fusion rifles. By their look, the rifles were loaded.

"That was a salute I hope", said a pale Duchess to Ezekiel, These guys from 5CN are very creepy, but duty is duty, and you're the best courtier in this country. You must be gentle and kind with them as with everybody else. If even Melkor himelf came through that door, you must greet him with a bow and a smile in your lips, said the Duchess to herself.

Then she turned to Albert. "And that must be fixed, Aelosia was closed to the humans and the rest of the races for too many years. We grew alone, without friends, without allies except for the Menelmacari, the Thelasians and the Yvressians, and all of them were elves. Now we adopted a more open policy, thanks to the efforts of the Princess D'hyru and myself. We have many things to share. What do you want to know about us, Sire?".

Ezekiel bowed deeply.

I am sorry for startling you, Duchess Celestrianna... We of the Five Civilized Nations pride ourseves in the military prowess of our men...

Once again, Ezekiel bowed. And with a slight hand gesture, the six guardsmen stepped three paces back.

"Oh, that could be arranged easily. I will let you have a tour all around the craftworld in my personal transport, the Symbelminë, so you could see it from outside. Although I must agreed in that is an amazing feat of engineering, I prefer the inside, it's more...quiet, peaceful and beautiful. Sometimes I like to imagine that I don't live inside a huge artificial ball floating in the outer space, but in a magical kingdom like the elves of old, in a magical forest. Maybe I could introduce to you one of those elves who lived in the old ages of the world, but as far as I know, you already know Sirithil, and she's as old, maybe even older, than all of them", said Aliria to President De Los Santos, visibly happy now that the conversation was taking a merry course.


"To us is pride too to show our prowess in the use of weapons, as you can see our soldiers have mastered all kind of warfare, from the old bow, arrows, sword and shield to the stellar fighter the gravtank and the Shadowbolt rifle, but it just that your act remainded us of another beings, not very liked by us", said the Duchess, still pale.

"Nâzgul, they moved like Nazgul", mumbled one of the soldiers, maybe too high, because the officer in charge directed him a look of controlled anger.

Ezekiel heard the comment by the soldier. Bowing once more, Ezekiel spoke...

I am sorry if my soldiers remind you of some corruption your people have faced. If you want, I can dismiss them. And also, what is this Nâzgul that soldier was talking about?

Without ceremony, Ezekiel then pulled back his hood, revealing his badly scarred face, and untied his cloak, showing his fused organic and metallic body...

(OOC: He's wearing a specially tailored suit, but it can't hide everything...)

Gregory nodded his head abit at the mention of Sirithil, "Yes Menelmacar has been an ally of the Federal Republic, for as long as I can remember and I'm several centuries old so its been a rather lengthy alliance.First a tour of the inside would be nice,and I couldnt hope to burden you as to letting me use your personal transport,even as a guest of yours. As for giant forests and quiet surroundings if you can deal with the cold, you must visit NYNJ proper sometimes. I'll show you the outer territories to the North where most of the land remains rather heavily forested. You'd enjoy it, granted the skies are grey and it snows often at the moment, but it would still be rather pleasent." He looked around the dock and turned alittle red once more noticing other guests he stepped back slowly, "Well Princess I think I've wasted enough of your time for one night, I should probably find that holotrain and enjoy my mixed blessing of coming alone for tonight." He gave her a small smile stepping back slowly and giving her a bow.

*The shuttle itself had no weapons. Upon recieving the message to disarm their weapons, Rufus Mew set a comm to the Fighters to return to the fleet. Downloading the corinates, Reno guided the shuttle, following the frigate.*

Reno: "Taking her in slow and steady."

*The rest of the landing went as perfect as could be expected with the drunkard Reno at the controls. In the passenger compartment, Rufus Mew, wearing a black business suit. Yumi herself wore a nice yellow sun dress, while the Turks wore their trademark blue suits. The 100-Series Realian was nowhere in sight. It was in cargo hold, which besides her, was empty.*

Reno: "Hold your hat, sir, we're coming in for a nice and soft landing. Thank you for flying Air Reno, have a nice day and please fly the friendly skies with us again."

Albert smiled. "Well, I am not sure. I am unversed in the customs of this place. I do not know what to ask first." He thought for a moment, then suddenly brightened. "Actually, there's a place to start. Etiquette and customs. Is there any particular honors or customs I should observe while I am here? I'd like to avoid offending anyone if I can."

He watched the shape of the artificial word approaching from the viewing deck of the frigate, while most people would be busy marvelling at the engineering skill used in its construction, he was not, he'd seen and dwelled in far larger constructions in his time. Instead he was more impressed by the decoration of the thing, it was, by all the aesthetic senses he'd acquired over the years, quite beautiful.

It was actually the first time he'd been near one of these 'craftworlds,' he remembered the time the eldar who had created them lived on planets, and since that he'd yet to have the pleasure of paying, say the Yvressi a visit, though that would happen, probably quite soon if the 'dark' eldar and Morgoth failed to break the Yvressi, which he expected they would. But this craftworld did not deserve to burn, so he may as well relax, and enjoy the hospitality of its people.

The artificial planetoid was quite close now, and the ship was decelerating, the C'tan decided it was time to prepare to disembark.

OOC: So much has happened since I last logged on! My diplomat must seem like an unfriendly recluse just standing at the back of the room!

IC:

Markus Shandor waited for an opportunity to be introduced to the elven princess who was hosting this event. His keen ears missed little and he smiled with cold amusement at some of the comments being passed in the hall.

The two cloaked maidens waited silently at his side, one to the left and one to the right. They followed him like shadows as he moved.

He waited patiently, learning.

(OOC: Gah... I be crap at entering these things, I even managed to miss out on the Winter Party because of this problem... I suppose once I've got myself on the literary version of stable ground I'll be better...)


The Iuthian crafted landed in it's designated area, it's guns powered down and pointed well away from the Craftworlds landing Bays.

"Woah... who would of thought that something so large can be so artistic" James stated to Kayla. The two of them were seated at the back of the Corvette, though tactical veiwing screens allowed them to see the Craftworld from the front view of the ship.

"Yes Sir, and it think it's all made of a telepathic substance called Wraithbone... some of the scientists at home will be very interested in these images..."

"Yes well, lets not offend them with too many questions about they're technologies... we're here to congradulate them" James stated.

"I assure you Sir, I am very experienced at not offending people... unless I actually want to for diplomatic effect." She smiled slightly, remembering the subtle comment made to one of the hosts of a Vampire's ball some time ago... she had stated that she didn't fear for her life because she knew what the Iuthian army would do to him if she didn't come back the same.

"Well we'll have none of that, I think I've managed to anoy enough nations recently with my anti-nuclear weapons statements."

"Don't worry about it Sir, I'll be on my best behaviour."

All the docking proceedures are followed, safety measures completed and instructions obeyed... once they were clear to do so the Corvette doors opened to allow the Iuthian delegation to exit to meet their Elven hosts.


Edit: Additional picture for people to understand what Lizo (Clanger Body Guard) looks like before we start the next part of the RP. This is a picture of Lizo out of uniform because I would need photoshop to make him in uniform, but descriptions when introduced.

http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:YXLVjsisR9kC:www.dur.ac.uk/ashley.holmes/clanger.gif
This is what your average Clanger looks like, though Lizo will be wearing the darker uniform of the Iuthian military, so he will look… very interesting. Clangers are not magical beings, though I would have to speak to Clangerland to be sure. They defiantly are no more powerful then a human and they prefer low gravity environments, Lizo is just the odd exception, being the only Clanger in the Black Vipers… they are normally a peaceful race.

In the Docks of the Craftworld

A guard of Howling Banshees, one of the elite corps of the Aelosian army greeted Lu, raising their power swords in a martial salute. The Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi approached her, dressed in a beautiful sky blue dress with inlaid diamonds.

"It's a pleasure to see that you're the first guest to arrive, please follow me, a luxury holotrain is waiting for us to take us to the D'Hyru Holdings. I'm Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi, Head of the Foreign Affairs Department, glad to meet you", said the elven woman.

OOC: Oops

"Pleasure to meet you." Lu says with a slight Chinese accent. "So, tell me a bit about this place, it's the first time I've been here, or into space as a matter of fact."

Governor Ghouur takes the Princess's lead, and mimics the ceremonial greetings she gives to the various dignitaries of the assorted beings gathering.

Sseelaa follows Ghouur's lead, and takes mental notes of the Aelosian guards. One eye looks over the Wraithbone, attempting to assay their effectiveness. Of course, it is difficult without seeing it in use, but it certainly looked impressive.

"Talking to you it's not a nuisance, it's a pleasure. As I have to attend the rest of the guests, I'll give you some company. This is Cyanna Paelisi, one of my personal attendants and the most talented courtier of all Aelosia. She's an expert in human culture and affairs, with a PhD in human relationships, although she's very young. I hope you could enjoy her company during the trip on the holotrain", said Princess Aliria to Prsident Gregory, pointing at a maiden that took a step forward. The young woman was dressed in a executive manner, very different to the elaborate outfits of the rest of the aelosian nobles, more like a human outfit, with a blazer and a skirt. Her cute face was remarked by a pair of glasses and she was holding some kind of portfolio in her hand. She extended her hand like any executive of Manhattan would do. "I'm Cyanna Paelisi, sir, I'm pleased to meet you, please follow me and I'll guide you to your wagon", said the woman with a smile.

http://www.squareultima.com/ff8/characters/quistis.jpg
Cyanna Paelisi (she has pointy ears, of course)



"We make a lot of bows, out of respect. Once one of our human visitors said that we were similar to the japanese. Bowing in a show of respect and courtesy amongst us. Smiling is usually another custom we maintain with visitors, the more you smile, the more educated and well mannered you are", said the Duchess to Albert. "The ladies normally offer their hands to be kissed by the gentlemen, but we rarely expect that from visitors as some of them find that custom offensive. To important men, like the ShadowPrince, is custom to grab each other forearms, or place hands on the shoulders. I must remember you that Aelosia is ruled by a feudal system, and we have two different classes of people here, citizens and nobles. To the citizens etiquette is informal, to the nobles is a matter of the highest importance. For example, bad words and curses are very offensive between us, we never use them and look down on those who do", as she spoke, she smiled to Albert as to show the meaning of her words.



In the Hellebore Frigate

"Everything is ready, Sire. The Princess is ready to welcome you as you deserve", said the Captain showing to Kopinski the way out of the frigate. As he placed his foot on the soil of the Craftworld, the orchestra in the back began to play the national anthem of the Ctan confederacy (you have one right?), and the figure of the Princess talking with the NY&J president in front of him could be seen.



"Mr. Shandor!", said the Princess once she left De Los Santos with Cyanna. "Finally I meet one of the fabled Former Mordorians. Do you find our home comfortable?. It's a pleasure to have you here as a visitor", she said in an ironic tone. "And your distinguished companions are?", she asked, smiling warmly to the mysterious cloaked maidens.



"Nâzgul, Ulairë, it's a long story and it comes from our ancient history. It's some kind of a...ghost, a spectre to be more accurate. We feared them back then, and some of us still remember them. The resemblance is...unnerving to some of us", said the Duchess with her eyes wide open as she saw the transformed body of Ezekiel with surprise. "By the love of Yavanna, What happened to you?", asked the Duchess, unable to stay quiet any longer.



"Ohhh!, look at that, it's sooo cute!", said the Duchess turning to see the Iuthian delegation. She smiled at the clanger as if he was somekind of toy, like a teddy bear. The orchestra began to play Iuthian's national anthem and the soldiers raised their weapons in a martial salute again. She bowed to James DeGritz and his female companion, with a loving stare as she looked at the clanger. "Please be welcomed to our humble home, visitors from distant lands. I'm Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi, I know you are Kames De Gritz from Iuthia, and your companions are?"

The another Duchess smiled to Lu, "This is an aritificial planet that our star cousins the eldar gave us as a gift. We call it craftworld".

One of the guards looked interested to Ghouur, whispering something to his partner. The officer in charge quickly hitted them in the helmet with his armoured hand, stopping the little chat.

"Mr. Shandor!", said the Princess once she left De Los Santos with Cyanna. "Finally I meet one of the fabled Former Mordorians. Do you find our home comfortable?. It's a pleasure to have you here as a visitor", she said in an ironic tone. "And your distinguished companions are?", she asked, smiling warmly to the mysterious cloaked maidens.

Shandor bowed formally to the Princess, his face impassive.

“Your highness honours me,” he responded. “and intrigues me. Why should I, or any of my countrymen, be regarded as fabled? It is a curious choice of words, but not unpleasing. Many fables contain great truth and power, guiding and inspiring those who hear them. I look forward to experiencing more of the comforts and wonders of your homeland.

“And as for my companions,” he indicated the two maidens, “they are my aides and assistants.”

The pale maiden to Shandor’s left stepped forward unexpectedly in an innocent movement that (for some reason unknown to them) drew the alarmed attention of every Aelosian in the area. The woman’s mouth opened silently as though unfamiliar with framing speech in this way. Her eyes seemed to the Princess to be flimsy veils over depthless night. Finally the maiden spoke, her voice quiet and hoarse.

”It is our great pleasure to share the joy of this celebration.”

Innocent words, unaccountably unsettling.

"You are fabled because I've heard many things about your people, but I'd never seen one of you", said the Princess. Then, as the strange maiden spoke she felt a chill running down her spine, but she managed to regain her composure before any of the presents could see her afraid.

"Indeed many of the fables are true then", she said, her smile erased from her face for the first time in all day. "Please proceed to the holotrain expecting you. I hope you could enjoy the trip, and that we could share many things between our peoples". She said the words, but felt the uneasy feeling that she always felt when lies came out of her mouth. She didn't wanted to share anything with this people, they were too scary and unnerving. Better I sent them with the ShadowPrince, he knows how to deal with this kind of people...I'm just too naive, she said to herself.

Shandor bowed again as he and his entourage moved toward the holotrain. He was as discomfited as any by the unexpected speech of his companion... more so since he knew how the pair preferred to communicate.

The other, so far silent, maiden met his gaze briefly. The words slammed into his mind like a blinding light.

~i have communicated the master's will to skurash. he is no more.~

"Splendid," whispered Shandor, "with luck those renegades will be dealt with and we won't have to lift a finger."

It is a long tale, which I will impart when the time allows it. The gist of what occurred is that the vessel I was commanding was destroyed. I was sucked out into space by the explosive decompression, burning over sixty percent of my body in the process... I am amazed that I even survived that horrific experience. But enough about me, I am here primarily to learn more about Aelosian culture and religion, as my main goal as the Forbidden One is to learn about the cultures and religions of other nations...

*The medium sized shuttle landed, a door in the side opening, a ramp extendeding. At the top was Prince Rufus Mew, Yumi Mew at his side. The Prince looked around before descending, noting the others present.*

Rufus: "It appears we are not too terribly late."

*Elena, the youngest and only female Turk, was directly behind Yumi, with Reno to her left and Rude to the left of the him.*

Elena: "We got quite a gathering of diverse people here."

Reno: "Indeed."

Rufus: "Come come, we have a hostess to meet."

*Yumi sighs as she and her 'father' walk down the ramp, the Turks in tow.*

“Atheril,” surprised Olorndil studied the image that shimmered bright in his mind’s eye. The Duke seemed well and certainly far more rested than the last time they had met. “It will be good to speak with you again, though I wish we did not need to travel many lár in order to do so.”

Tractor beam? Arisildë was aghast. Her words flowed into his mind, slivers of ice that proved mildly annoying before melting away. Am I not most agile? Could I not fly through the eye of a needle?

Olorndil had to smile. He reassured the Silmerámë that the Aelosians did not doubt her ability to make safe landing.

“I look forward to sampling the mysteries of your manufactured world Duke Atheril. We will follow you in.”

Mirror glass ran across his eyes and he could see the Craftworld, a glittering jewel hung among the stars, against the black velvet of the limitless void. There is no doubt that the graceful hands of our people fashioned that. Admiration flooded through him and her urged his companions to experience the view. Atassar merely grumbled, but Olorndil could hear Fírë shifting in her seat and whispering to Arisildë for her own sight of Aelosia.

The void seemed to surround him, the Aelosian battlecruiser matching pace with the elegant Silmerámë. He wondered what they thought of his vessel as Arisildë easily matched them in size and he could well imagine her turning her massive head their way; amethyst eyes studying them intently.
Though he could understand Atassar’s phobia, he did not mine the illusion of swimming through the void. He knew it was simply that, illusion.
Yet only Fírë among the Silmellon seemed to find the experience uniquely fulfilling.

Arisildë rolled round the Aelosian battlecruiser, incandescent stars flaring across her form as she revealed the extent of her manoeuvrability; long serpentine tail cutting through the air. Wyvern-like form entirely at home within the dark and hostile void of space, she was like a child attempting to impress.

They closed on the Craftworld; it swallowed the surrounding darkness until all Olorndil and Fírë could see was the ever-extending walls of the massive home of the Aelosians.

“Cáno, Mirnil” he used the communicator to link to the háranmehtar. “Arriving at the Aelosian Craftworld now.”

"We worship the Valar, the sons of Ilúvatar, except the dark one Melkor who is our sworn enemy. That's our religion, but sometimes many of us pray to the ancient Eldar gods, like Khaine, or Isha. Our customs are many and very detailed, maybe I could recommend you to pay attention to our gestues and words, if you want to learn more about us", said the Duchess, visibly impressed by the sight of the full body of the Forbidden One.



The Princess nodded to the Lord Rufus, "You finally came, it's a pleasure to meet you at last. We, the Sindarin elves are friends to the nekos, and many times our paths have crossed in the past. Please follow my attendant to your personal wagon of the holotrain".



In the space near the Craftworld

"All right, What's that?", said one of the flight controllers of the docks.

"Looks like a flying dragon, Have you never seen one on the royal zoo?", answered another one.

"Flying in the space?, yeah right. Nothing could survive on the open space, no way!. That's not a dragon, that's a spaceship", said the first one amazed.

"Looks like one of our Shadow Dragon Combat Droids, but more...", started to say one of the soldiers.

"Agile, graceful, skilled", finished the phrase one of the officers with the ensign of Vice Admiral of the fleet. "Indeed the Silmellon are resourceful people. They found the way to spacetravel in no time. For us it was hundreds of years of hard work with the help of the eldar. Turn off the tractor beam. They're not going to need it, that thing could land inside a tea cup".

"Nice ship, Olorndil. It can outmanouver even our cruisers, which are fabled as the most fast and agile starships in this part of the galaxy", said Atheril through the comlink. "Princess Aliria will be glad to meet you soon, go to the dock #45, you don't need a escort anymore".

In the gathering hall of the 40th to 50th docks

As Legeoius descended to the gathering hall of the docks, an elven orchestra started to play the national anthem of Istar, then the Noble's march of Aelosia. An elf clad in an strange silver and golden power armor approached Legeoius, smiling to the elven king. He was tall for an elf, and had a very grim and serious face, contrasting with the usual merry expression of the aelosians. "This is a happy day indeed. Our kin from Istar has come to visit us today. Please King Legeoius, follow me, I'm the ShadowPrince of this Realm, undisputed ruler of this nation. But as you're my equal you call call me Kithail", said the tall elf extending his hand in the classical elven salute.

Legeoius signed the sacred triangle, the blessed holy sign of Paladine and said, "Greetings Kithail, I am the Kingpriest of Istar."


http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:t3w3Tmq_JsEC:www.stobiepiel.com/Fee/Legolas.jpg
Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar


OOC; Sorry it took so long to respond.

"Well then Princess, I hope to be able to speak with you again at the party."He smiled and took her hand once more bowing slightly placing a kiss onto the back of her hand before he turned over toward the Doctor, who appeared far different than most of the elves he had met. It was definately an odd surprise.Gregory took the hand of Cyanna and gave it a small shake and bowed slightly to her, "It is a pleasure to meet you as well Dr. Paelisi." He smiled lightly and raised an arm up to her to allow her to lead the way making sure to keep up with her yet not move ahead as he had no clue where he was going and would probably end up lost. Getting lost on a giant artifical planet was not his idea of a good time.

"So Dr. Paelisi, I know all about human relations, please, indulge me on your peoples customs..."Said with a genuine curiousity of one who didnt get out much from work.

"The Princess nodded to the Lord Rufus, "You finally came, it's a pleasure to meet you at last. We, the Sindarin elves are friends to the nekos, and many times our paths have crossed in the past. Please follow my attendant to your personal wagon of the holotrain".

*Rufus bowed to the Princess, Yumi curtsied, and the Turks merely nod in greeting.*

Rufus: "It is a pleasure to finally make your aquitance, Princess Aliria."

*His tailed swished mindlessly and slowly back and forth, seemingly of it's own accord. He turned to the Princess' attendent, nodding.*

Rufus: "After you, my dear."

(DP Sar-wees. ^^;; )

"Right, the Kingpriest. You hold the faith on the platinum-dragon god don't you?. I have heard stories about Istar, and many of them weren't good...Stories about, intolerance. Are those true?", said Kithail looking deeply to Legeoius directlly into the eyes.



"For you I'm Cyanna, Mr. President", said the Paelisi courtier in a perfect english without any elvish accent, after shaking his hand as any normal human woman. "What do you want to know about us, Mr. President?. About our etiquette, our food, our clothes, our art, our houses, our hobbies, our...military?", said Cyanna with a smile, as she started to guide him to the holotrain station.



"Oh, nekos are always so charming", said the another woman with a warm voice to Rufus. "Please follow me, I'll take good care of you and your daughter.

"Right, the Kingpriest. You hold the faith on the platinum-dragon god don't you?. I have heard stories about Istar, and many of them weren't good...Stories about, intolerance. Are those true?", said Kithail looking deeply to Legeoius directlly into the eyes.



"For you I'm Cyanna, Mr. President", said the Paelisi courtier in a perfect english without any elvish accent, after shaking his hand as any normal human woman. "What do you want to know about us, Mr. President?. About our etiquette, our food, our clothes, our art, our houses, our hobbies, our...military?", said Cyanna with a smile, as she started to guide him to the holotrain station.



"Oh, nekos are always so charming", said the another woman with a warm voice to Rufus. "Please follow me, I'll take good care of you and your daughter.

He shuddered slightly at the mention of military affairs and quickly shook his head, his eyes catching glimpse of the station in the distance he smiled brightly like a child on his first ride of the subway. He turned his attention once more over toward Cyanna, "I rarely speak of military affairs when I'm out of uniform, and especially when at a party. Unless I'm trying to get a stern point across. So how about we start off with hobbies and art...oh and please call me Gregory. I left the diplos at home to keep from having to use offical titles." He looked over at her and gave her a smile as they continued walking over toward the station.

"Diol llie nesh sina lata.*" James replied in a his Iuthian accent, ignoring the mispronouciation of his name. He and his other guests bowed, including Kayla who looked to be more of a "curtsey" person.

He was wearing something like a black generals uniform especially built for the occasion, it went well with his stern face... though time hadn't been too harsh on him as most of the colour still remained in his hair. He looed to be in his mid-thirties despite his age being 43. "Congradulations on your achievement... as you know I'm James deGritz, this here is my trusted friend and diplomat, Kayla Harmone. Then we have my two personal bodygaurds and security consultants, and Lizo, the only Clanger to have joined the Black Viper corps."

Lizo was an odd little being, standing at around four foot tall with short pink wooly fur. He didn't wear any shoes, so his flat feet were bear on the cool surface of the ships floors. The little fellow looked pleased with himself (being viewed as adorable) and made a slighly whistling noise.

In front of Lizo, Kayla stood she is wearing a simple yet beautiful white dress, showing a little bit of cleavage and the bottom of the dress goes down to her ankles. She is wearing a small platinum necklace, thankfully, all the costs being footed for by the Iuthian military. She listens to the clangers noises as they change from high to low, afterwhich she gets hold of a small pull whistle, followed by making her own noises.

"He feels honored by your attention to him Duchess Paelisi" She points out. Next to Lizo stands a tall blonde man, maybe about 6'2" tall dressed in a similar uniform as Lizo is, they are wearing highly formal black uniforms which have been designed for such occasions. A trained eye my notice the slight amount of armour built into them. A untrained eye tended to focus on the high tech rifle-like weapon on their backs. (anyone familiar to Iuthian technology will recognise it as a Gauss Rifle, the standard Iuthian rifle)



* "Thank you for honoring us" In Elven, translated on a online babblefish I found that accomadates Elven. Having Elves in his nation it does him well to be able to speak a little of each.

"Right, the Kingpriest. You hold the faith on the platinum-dragon god don't you?. I have heard stories about Istar, and many of them weren't good...Stories about, intolerance. Are those true?", said Kithail looking deeply to Legeoius directlly into the eyes.

OOC: My version of Istar if you will note is one in which Soth did stop Beldinas from causing through his pride the Cataclysm (he is known as Saint Soth the Redeemed by the way). My version is Istar is currently in the Age of Balance (the Fourth Age that began after Beldinas died) and Istar rules over 2/3rds of Krynn (except for the Wasted Continent which is a place of evil.

IC: Legeoius returned the gaze and said in his soft voice, "Until 6,005 A.B. Istar was intolerant of the elves even after Istar conqured Silvanesti and Qualinest but then Hysolar the Enlightened signed the Act of Equality that has brought about racial equality to all peoples of Krynn, Istar now works to bring peace and equality to all peoples."


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Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar

"Hobbies...well, we love to hunt in the woods, using specially trained horses, hounds and hawks. It's the national sport, but however the animals we hunt, foxes and birds for the ladies, and boars and bears for the gentlemen, are breed so we couldn't put the species in danger", said Cyanna playing with her fingers. "Riding horses and Giant eagles is another sport, the high nobility sometimes use dragons, and the Craftworld has special delimited areas for such activities. We created artificial forests and flying tracks inside the core of the artificial planet so we could enjoy such sports. The Vala Oröme blesses us for such activities, as he's the Hunting God of our Pantheon".

"And about art, well. I'm sure you have heard celtic music sometime. That music was inspired by elven ballads when the elves walked amongst humans. Our music is similar, although for us is a lot more complicated and...ethereal, if I can describe it with that word. Our architecture...well, you better see that for yourself. It's intrincated and complex, and the main cities are based on dwarven designs from the first age, but the eldar architecture influyed our art a lot. Painting and sculpture are similar to the classic and romantic periods of your own art, although now the holo proyections are replacing the beautiful portraits of our ancestors"

Gregory nodded his head as he listened and kept walking still. His hands moving behind his back, apart of him now felt out of place not in uniform. It was if he was at a breifing, but then again he was trying to present himself in a more stately manner, whether this was to be the case was a completely different story entirely. "We have similar airborne races, instead of dragons though, we use propeller drive airplanes and there are even glider races where I come from. I cant say I've ever seen a dragon except on TV. Even then these werent the riding sort, they were the sort that built an entire country. I do suppose thats different completely."

As he continued on toward the station he watched her talk and nodded his head at her descriptions of the works of art they produced. "Holoart? I think I'm rather glad holographic technology is still rather new in my nation. I kind of like paintings on walls and canvas art that you'd normally find at the Met, or the Whitney. As for our aown architecture, its not exactly simplistic either. There is a reason NYC is refered to as a concrete jungle sometimes..."He nodded his head thinking the description befit his capital city even chuckling alittle at it. "Okay so now I know of your art and hobbies, lets go on to say...hmmm...etiqutte and food." Said as they reached the station, he allowed her to proceed ahead of him toward the car.

As the Glamdring landed at gate #49, King Glorfindel nos Thranduil, Queen Artanas nos Finarfin and Prince Erienion nos Thranduil disembarked.

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http://www.lotrplaza.com/images/ranks/L99.gif[ Artanas nos Galadhon

http://www.geocities.com/the_one_winged_angel_forever/gil-galad.jpg%20Erienion nos Thranduil

The another Duchess smiled to Lu, "This is an aritificial planet that our star cousins the eldar gave us as a gift. We call it craftworld".

"Good lord, an artificial planet." Lu said. "Shall we get going?"

Lu wobbled again. She was still getting used to the different gravity here, and with her age, many would consider her too old to be travelling.

"I definitely like the idea of smiling being a virtue," Albert's own smile broadened. "I wonder if I could get my own people to use that one. The universe needs more happy people." He shrugged. "Anyway, I'm not offended in the slightest by any of your customs. I think I will like my stay here."

He considered for a moment, considering what to ask next. "This place is beautiful. Is your entire world elf-made?"

"Oh, nekos are always so charming", said the another woman with a warm voice to Rufus. "Please follow me, I'll take good care of you and your daughter.

*Rufus smiled calmly and followed the assistant, Yumi in tow. Reno leaned over and whispered to Rude.*

Reno: *Whisper whisper.* "So I guess this means we're invisible. Come on, let's go find a bar. It's a royalty only party."

*Elena sighed and fell into line behind Rufus, men were so obnoxous (sp?) sometimes. The dark skinned male neko, Rude, shrugged.*

Rude: "..."

*He was always the quiet one of the group.*

"We worship the Valar, the sons of Ilúvatar, except the dark one Melkor who is our sworn enemy. That's our religion, but sometimes many of us pray to the ancient Eldar gods, like Khaine, or Isha. Our customs are many and very detailed, maybe I could recommend you to pay attention to our gestues and words, if you want to learn more about us", said the Duchess, visibly impressed by the sight of the full body of the Forbidden One.



The Princess nodded to the Lord Rufus, "You finally came, it's a pleasure to meet you at last. We, the Sindarin elves are friends to the nekos, and many times our paths have crossed in the past. Please follow my attendant to your personal wagon of the holotrain".



In the space near the Craftworld

"All right, What's that?", said one of the flight controllers of the docks.

"Looks like a flying dragon, Have you never seen one on the royal zoo?", answered another one.

"Flying in the space?, yeah right. Nothing could survive on the open space, no way!. That's not a dragon, that's a spaceship", said the first one amazed.

"Looks like one of our Shadow Dragon Combat Droids, but more...", started to say one of the soldiers.

"Agile, graceful, skilled", finished the phrase one of the officers with the ensign of Vice Admiral of the fleet. "Indeed the Silmellon are resourceful people. They found the way to spacetravel in no time. For us it was hundreds of years of hard work with the help of the eldar. Turn off the tractor beam. They're not going to need it, that thing could land inside a tea cup".

"Nice ship, Olorndil. It can outmanouver even our cruisers, which are fabled as the most fast and agile starships in this part of the galaxy", said Atheril through the comlink. "Princess Aliria will be glad to meet you soon, go to the dock #45, you don't need a escort anymore".

With a short bow, Shalzar Ezekiel the Forbidden One walked down gracefully, yet stiffly forward flanked on both sides by his six Black Watch Guardsmen. As he walked, the Forbidden One went over his objectives for this diplomatic assignment to Aelosia.

I was ordered to understand Aelosian religion and culture... But why?

The duchess Alarielle guided Lu through the huge halls of the craftworld to the holotrain station. "This is your personal wagon. May I ask you to be your companion during the trip?", said the elven woman smiling warmly.



"Etiquette, well. Almost everything could be told in just a phrase. Be polite. This is a traditionalist society, and we uphold many ancient customs. Smiling is seen as the ultimate courtesy, and the more that you smile, the more educated and well mannered you are. Bowing and handkissing are usual customs between the nobility, although they're falling into oblivion lately with the strong cultural changes. About food, well, we love deer and peacock, and they're the ultimate expression of Aelosian cuisine, although our palatte is open to many different tastes", said Cyanna to De Los Santos, opening the door of the holotrain wagon for him.



"I'm happy to hear that, Kingpriest. After all the scandal about the human banning decree here in Aelosia, we believe in the abolishment of the barriers between races, as Lúthien and Beren, our most beloved and worshipped heroes, believed", said the ShadowPrince, guiding personally the Istar King to the holotrain wagon, a beautiful masterpiece of eldar engineering, a train that floated in the air thanks to grav tech, travelling almost at the velocity of sound.



"And I'm happy to meet you too, Kayla. You look wonderful on that dress", said the Duchess with a broad smile. "Now, if you please could be so kind to follow me to the wagon of the holotrain...", she said, taking James' hand and guiding them through the enormous halls far beneath the surface of the eldar craftworld (think of it as Moria in LOTR, but with more modern materials and with a touch of elven art).



"No, it's not. We got it from our cousins of the stars, the eldar. They built this planet with technology that we still don't master. We just fix it, because it was badly beaten by orc ravagers, and adapted it to our lifestyle. Many of the planet internal landscapes were designed to match those of our former kingdom of Doriath. As a matter of fact, our hands only created the decoration and the little details, the rest was made by the eldar", answered the elven woman to Albert. "Now I would be delighted if you can follow me to the holotrain station".

In the Hellebore Frigate

"Everything is ready, Sire. The Princess is ready to welcome you as you deserve", said the Captain showing to Kopinski the way out of the frigate. As he placed his foot on the soil of the Craftworld, the orchestra in the back began to play the national anthem of the Ctan confederacy (you have one right?), and the figure of the Princess talking with the NY&J president in front of him could be seen.


(Sorry about the delay, and yes one could be dug up, most of the C'tan confederacy are humans (and indeed, a fair number of elves) kept as pets...)

The C’tan nodded politely to the orchestra and the captain and strode across, white robes billowing softly, to the princess. He smiled warmly and seemed to radiate a feeling of peace and serenity. He approached the princess and bowed serenely, and took her hand and kissed it briefly and tenderly. “Your Highness, please allow me to bestow my warmest greetings to you and your people, express my pleasure upon seeing you again, and extend both my congratulations on your numbers, and the friendship of the C’tan Confederacy to you and your people,” he said after a moment.

"And I'm happy to meet you too, Kayla. You look wonderful on that dress", said the Duchess with a broad smile. "Now, if you please could be so kind to follow me to the wagon of the holotrain...", she said, taking James' hand and guiding them through the enormous halls far beneath the surface of the eldar craftworld.Hm... I didn't know Kayla had said anything about being being pleased to meat them... she didn't have the chance. James thought. Though he was a little lost due to the reply, James's face didn't show it. Odd use of grammer too. Eitherway, James happily followed the Duchess as she directed them to the worlds transportation system.

Kayla was the only member of the group who caught on to the comment about her dress, the others would not have understood seeing as they are used to the highly open society off Iuthia, where men and woman occasionally chose to not wear clothes at all... as such the society has trouble understanding what could be wrong with Kayla's dress. Kayla however has been around enough to understand that some nations may not think the same... and she enjoyed their reactions.

"Very beautiful colony you have here Duchess Paelisi... I'm afriad that back home our people have yet to learn that aethetics can do so much more for moral. Tell me, did your people decorate this yourselves or did your world naturally grow like this?" She asked.

As the Glamdring landed at gate #49, King Glorfindel nos Thranduil, Queen Artanas nos Finarfin and Prince Erienion nos Thranduil disembarked.

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http://www.geocities.com/the_one_winged_angel_forever/gil-galad.jpg%20Erienion nos Thranduil

"I'm happy to hear that, Kingpriest. After all the scandal about the human banning decree here in Aelosia, we believe in the abolishment of the barriers between races, as Lúthien and Beren, our most beloved and worshipped heroes, believed", said the ShadowPrince, guiding personally the Istar King to the holotrain wagon, a beautiful masterpiece of eldar engineering, a train that floated in the air thanks to grav tech, travelling almost at the velocity of sound.

Once in the holotrain wagon the Kingpriest asked, "As you have mentioned the Gods may I ask of the ones you serve?" several of the Kingpriest's guards perked up to hear the answer, if the ShadowPrince was a slave of evil they would have to deal with him.


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Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar

*The assistant lead Rufus, Yumi and Elena to their private wagon of the holotrain. It was then that Rufus noticed that Reno and Rude were no where in sight.*

Rufus: "Hmmm... It seems that we have lost two Turks... No matter, I will call for them once they are needed."

*He also noticed the ShadowPrince showing off the Holotrain to a platinum haired elf.*

Prince: "That is the ShadowPrince, is he not? Praytell, who is that with him?"

*Rufus asked the assistant. Yumi herself was in awe of the magnificant design and decorations. The Shin-Ra Tower was nothing compared to this.*

Yumi: Wow, this place is amazing! I wish Kerrik could be here to see this!


((OOC: I may have forgotten to add, but Yumi Mew is a Psychic, and a strong one at that.))

((I know maybe I'm delaying the responses to some people posts, but, you know....I didn't expected so many people in this thread. I'll do my best to keep everyone in contact. And I need time to correct my posts, because english is not my first language, that's why I take my time in several occasions. Shame on me Iuthia, I made a lot of grammar mistakes on that post :oops: ))

"Oh, Kopinski, you're so charming. You're a perfect gentleman, Don't you?. I'm sure the ShadowPrince would be delighted to meet you. Please be welcome to our humble home, as you can see it's an eldar cratworld, but midified by our hands, so for us it's just an elven paradise", said the Princess, visibly happy. "Maybe in the future our nations could have close ties as allies, and let that our people and yours could know better to each other".

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"Our eldar cousins gave us this home as a gift. It was in ruins when we arrived here, and we rebuilt it piece by piece with our hands and our effort. Our colonies are situated in Mars, Venus and a small settlement in Neptune, this is our metropolis, the center of all our empire. Somethings were decorated, others just grew by themselves", said the Duchess to Kayla, visibly confused by the attitude of the Iuthians.

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In the docks, a strange man approached the Olympus Coliseum envoys. He was clad in a golden armor and walked with a regal pace. "Greetings, my friends and kin. Please be welcomed to our proud home in the stars. I'll take you to the ShadowPrince. My name is Felis Hyral, brother to the Prince and Head of the Hyral House", as he spoke, an orchestra began to play Olympus Coliseum's anthem, and a squad of soldiers presented their weapons in a salute.

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"I serve the Valar. Eru Ilúvatar the creator of everything, the father of the elves and men alike. Manwë, Varda, Aüle, Yavanna, Oröme, Mandos, Tulkas, Ulmo and the rest of the Lords of Valinor. Many between my people worship Asuryan, Isha, Khaine and the rest of the Eldar Pantheon. And please say to your guards to don't stir like that. My eldar guards are known as happy triggers, and they are fanatically loyal to me", he spoke in a calm and almost casual tone, but his words were firm and convinced.

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((Krowemoh. Those guys are from a video game, aren't they?...I think the names are familiar to me)).

"Thank you,Doctor." He gave her a smile and stepped aboard the holotrain car gazing about the interior which would no doubtably have been made to cater for his tastes. Unfortunately he didnt give them much in terms of information, but they would have undoubtly had a comfortable place to sit, walking over toward that spot he allowed himself to gently fall back into the chair and sighed slightly. "I really need to stop using military transports, the seats are really uncomfortable. I could have brought the Heritage but I didnt want to take up nessecary space in the dock. Please sit.." He pointed toward another chair in the car, which would be because he brought no one empty, "There is plenty of space as you can see." He smiled abit and went into a new topic.

"So Doctor, seeing as how you are a Doctor in Human Relations what do you think of us humans? Better yet, dont fear to be rude, but what do you think of myself? In my opinion, its always good to hear a critique of ones self every now and then."

Aboard the ISSAPC the mood was for the time just as festive, the pilot,co-pilot and radio officer were sitting around a planning table playing poker,smoking and generally joking around. A radio off in the distance provided them with music for the time being.

Your listening to Federal Naval Radio,FNR,Keeping you close to home....This is Pete Davis with FNR, bringing you news,music and entertainment for nearly nearly one million sailors,marines and GROPOS in and around the Sol Sector, we're getting some troubling news at the moment, we've been ordered to inform all Federal military units from Earth to Charon are to go on combat alert. The recent bombing of Abu-Dhabi Kharsitian has led to the beginning of a conflict, and all naval vessels are ordered to report in to Naval Command at Chimera Station, their status....we repeat

The radio officer was immediately out of his chair and moved back into the cockpit openning up a communications channel back to the Heritage which the RO aboard the Heritage seemed aggitated and busy fielding calls from all over.

"Federal Marine 001, we know where you are, you guys are protected right now, we're feilding distress calls from nearly half the navy, you guys keep put, we're probably going to get underway. Commodore Limpet recieved orders from Admiral Fletcher, you guys inform President de los Santos of the situation and see what he wants to do. Limpet feels it best if the President stayed there while we go assist in the fighting."

The radio officer sent his acknowledgement and sat back in the chair running his hands down over his face slowly. He would have to go tell the President, when though was another matter entirely.

"I serve the Valar. Eru Ilúvatar the creator of everything, the father of the elves and men alike. Manwë, Varda, Aüle, Yavanna, Oröme, Mandos, Tulkas, Ulmo and the rest of the Lords of Valinor. Many between my people worship Asuryan, Isha, Khaine and the rest of the Eldar Pantheon. And please say to your guards to don't stir like that. My eldar guards are known as happy triggers, and they are fanatically loyal to me", he spoke in a calm and almost casual tone, but his words were firm and convinced.

"I am the Beloved Servant of Paladine the Platinum Dragon, Majere the Philosopher, Mishakal the Lady of Hope, Kiri-Jolith the Sword of Justice, Habbakuk the Prince of Beasts, Branchala the Bard, even Solinari the Lord of the White Moon in a way. My guards take every precaution to protect the purity of the Voice of Paladine, so do not fear unless you have evil in your heart." But the Kingpriest waved his jeweled hand in the air and his guards relaxed about three hairs.


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Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar

OCC:Holy GOD i almost forgot about this!!!

IC:Gerrard Geranesh, aboard his spacecraft Radient, headed for craftworld. Gerrard was slightly nervous, but him and his people were friendly with elvish nations. He hoped that he would fit in here.

The ship neared craftworld and sent out a transmisson.
"Requesting permission to land>"

"No, it's not. We got it from our cousins of the stars, the eldar. They built this planet with technology that we still don't master. We just fix it, because it was badly beaten by orc ravagers, and adapted it to our lifestyle. Many of the planet internal landscapes were designed to match those of our former kingdom of Doriath. As a matter of fact, our hands only created the decoration and the little details, the rest was made by the eldar", answered the elven woman to Albert. "Now I would be delighted if you can follow me to the holotrain station".

Albert nodded. "Certainly. Lead the way." He followed her, still taking in the architecture of this place. It was much different from his own home, but very beautiful in its own way.

As they walked, he ran over what he'd been told so far. Smile, bow, kiss hands, clasp arms. Not all that different from human royalty etiquette. Learning the basics at least might not be as hard as he'd feared.

The duchess Alarielle guided Lu through the huge halls of the craftworld to the holotrain station. "This is your personal wagon. May I ask you to be your companion during the trip?", said the elven woman smiling warmly.


"I would be most pleased by this," Lu said with a smile. "How is the ride?"

((OOC: Yesh, Rufus Shinra Mew (Prince Rufus Mew's full name), Reno, Rude, T'seng and Elena of the Turks, General Heidegger, the Shin-Ra Tower, all of it's from Final Fantasy Seven, the greatest console RPG of all time, in my humble opinoin. ^_^ They need to make a squel to that one, for sure. My nation is loaded with references to various RPGs and other games I've played. Ultor Mining Corporation, from Red Faction. Vector Industries and the Realians, from Xenosaga. Gowa Industries and the Metal Fakes, from the anime mecha series "Gasaraki." VersaLife Corporation, from Deus Ex: The Conspircy. I could go on forever listing all the references. ^^;; I'll stop rambling now.))

The Olympian party followed Lord Hyral to the holotrain.

Markus Shandor approached the Shadow Prince, his tread polite and dignified, but in no way deferential.

"Your highness?" he began. "May I introduce myself? I am Markus Shandor, Knight of the Whispering Peaks, of the Protectorate of the Former Mordorians. It is good to meet at last, I have heard a lot about you."

The two strange women with Shandor remained silent, their eyes dark and unblinking, focussed on the Prince.

"Oh I do try," he said, followed by a quick, and pleasant laugh, "I look foreward to meeting him of course, and I do hope most earnestly to be a friend of your people." he stopped for a moment and took a long look around, "And of course, your home is every bit as beautiful as I had expected," he said, smiling again.

*walks in*

Well done on reaching 1 billion!

*walks out*

*decides to do what Catholic Europe pulled and walks in*

Indeed congrats on reaching the billion mark! :D Yesterday was my first year anniversary in NS so you're not the only ones celebrating. 8)

"I have been framed as a human lover by many of our people, because I'm one of the leaders of the Open Party, which defends the believe that our country must be opened to the other races, specially humans. Some people like the idea, others reject it, but we think that humans can be our best allies and friends. And about you, well, I think I must know you better before saying anything. I think you're very nice, after hearing your conversation with Aliria, and I've heard that you're one of the most steadfast defenders of freedom in this world. That makes you a very lovely person to me, as your ideals are the same as mine", said Cyanna, after taking a seat in front of Gregory. The inside of the wagon was a very luxurious and comfortable one, comparable to a suite in a luxury hotel.

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"I have everything in my heart. Hatred, love, betrayal, loyalty. But I see myself as an honorable man, and I follow a chivalry code. I work for the greater good of my people and my kin, that's my ultimate objetive", said the ShadowPrince relaxing a bit, looking at the Istar KingPriest with interest.

Then he turned to Shandor, with a grin looking like a smile in his lips. "Please be welcome, Lord Shandor, to our proud halls. I've heard a lot about you too, and something disturbs my mind. Why you call yourselves Former Mordorians?, Do you come from Mordor, the land of shadows?", he asked, visibly worried.

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To Ravea's vessel:

"This is escort frigate 423, be welcomed to aelosian airspace. We'll help you through the landing process. Download the coordinates we're sending you and follow us to the dock area".

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The elegant aelosian noble guided Albert and the rest of Glorious humanity envoys to the holotrain station, pointing at their personal wagon. The inside of it looked like the suite of a luxury hotel, beautifully adorned. "Please come in, the trip will last one hour. If you need everything, just press the button in the console near the door", said the woman, bowing a little.

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"Beautiful, it will carry you through the most beautiful landscapes in our country. And the train is very comfortable", said the Duchess to Lu, visibly pleased with the manners of the chinese woman.

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Aliria offered her arm to Kopinski so they could walk alonside each other. "I thought you didn't like eldar things, including their architecture. We put here only the decoration, the rest was given to us by the eldar".

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"Well I guess that just goes to show no matter who the species there will always be some bigotry. There is a minority back where I come from which does not the elven kind. Unfortunately with humans it gets to be rather violent at times. We've had to devoute resources to keeping those violent offenders locked behind bars like the animals they are..."He smiled lightly and decided it best to switch over topics getting back to all his questions at hand. "So Aliria becomes Empress once she is married? If thats the case I should wait until she has picked a suitor and speak with her. I'm here for two reasons, one was to apologize, and the second was to ask for formalization of relations between our two peoples. I hadnt really expected to stay long."

He nodded his head as one would do when affirming a basic fact to themselves. Sitting back he kept going, switching over to something more his nature, "Okay, back to my bombardment of questions, so how much regard do your people hold for the military?"

"I have everything in my heart. Hatred, love, betrayal, loyalty. But I see myself as an honorable man, and I follow a chivalry code. I work for the greater good of my people and my kin, that's my ultimate objetive", said the ShadowPrince relaxing a bit, looking at the Istar KingPriest with interest.

Then he turned to Shandor, with a grin looking like a smile in his lips. "Please be welcome, Lord Shandor, to our proud halls. I've heard a lot about you too, and something disturbs my mind. Why you call yourselves Former Mordorians?, Do you come from Mordor, the land of shadows?", he asked, visibly worried.

"May I ask of you honored kin, if you are what you say you are then why is a servant of the shadow here of all places?" Legeoius asked while he played with a small emerald that he had taken out of a hidden pocket in his robes. The Juardi tensed back up.


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Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar

Kopinski took the princess' arm, and pondered for a moment, "It is not any objection to their architecture, indeed, I don't mind the eldar much at all, it's more a case of them hating me," he replied sadly.

[quote="Aelosia"]To Ravea's vessel:

"This is escort frigate 423, be welcomed to aelosian airspace. We'll help you through the landing process. Download the coordinates we're sending you and follow us to the dock area".

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[quote]

"Alrighty.........Coordinantes Downloaded! Were docking....now!"

Radient slid into the dock. Several minutes later, Gerrard and his Command crew walked out.

Shalzar Ezekiel, the Forbidden One, walked towards the stadium surrounded by his six Black Watch Guardsmen, who were walking stiffly. Ignoring the glances given him by the Aelosian soldiers, the Forbidden One thought about his disastrous fate. His mind a blur, the Fobidden One signalled with a quick hand gesture for the Guards to return to the Nibelung.

Why!?! Why!?!

With a nod, the Forbidden One acknowledged the salute of Aelosian Captain and continued on his way. Uncertain about the attitude of the Aelosians to him, the Forbidden One began to think about his life many years ago...

My life has been nothing but a life of worry, betrayal, and exile. People have never fully accepted me... Now my only hope for acceptance is religion, Aelosian religion...

(OOC: The Forbidden One is interested in becoming a follower of the Valar.)

"Beautiful, it will carry you through the most beautiful landscapes in our country. And the train is very comfortable", said the Duchess to Lu, visibly pleased with the manners of the chinese woman.


"I am looking forward to it very much."

She steps into the train when it arrives.

Shandor smiled mirthlessly at the question.

"And what concerns you about shadows, Shadow Prince?" he answered. "Surely there is nothing in my little, insignificant country for you to be worried about. That is how you referred to us is it not? Our Master however is not one to bear grudges for hasty words spoken in anger. We are here simply to offer our congratulations on your achievement, to pass on the best wishes of the Ever Compassionate and All Generous Leader of our people, and perhaps to offer a humble gift or two to mark the occasion."

Markus stepped back a little and one of his two strange companions stepped forward, bowed low and kissed the Shadow Prince's hand with a burning intensity, her eyes looking up into his as she did so.

It was an eerie moment.

"Some of us despise fighting, others love it, and still see it as the most effective way of beating our enemies. Under the ShadowPrince's rule the military budget grew in 250%, and both the navy and the army duplicated their size. Hundreds of spacefaring military vesels were created, thousands of GravTanks built, hundreds of thousands of soldiers recruited and trained. He believes that we must stand in defense of all elvenkind, and defend those elves who are oppressed or abused even in the last corner of this universe. I seen it like some kind of Crusade, and many times as smart as a human crusade too. In Pyrtania, for example, we lost seven thousand aelosians soldiers for the rescue of an elven population of five thousand people. That's not an effective crusade for our race, I think. But even as I criticize those deeds, I must accept that his motives are pure and good, and that thousands of oppressed and slaved now enjoys their freedom thanks to the ShadowPrince actions", said Cyanna smiling, taking off her glasses. "Aliria wants to formalize our relations too. Maybe we will send an ambassador with you".

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The ShadowPrince brought his hand to the hilt of his sword as Shandor approached, raising his hand to stop his guards and the Istar soldiers, who were ready to dispose of Shandor. As he spoke words of peace and tranquility, the Prince relaxed and let the mordorian to kiss his hand. "You're still a little, insignificant country, but after all the little and insignificant ones are the ones who shape the world, we the elves learned that after the War of the Ring. I'm wondering if the mordorians learned the lesson as we did. And about you, cousin of Istar, if we don't try to show them the light...Can we accuse them of living in the shadows?", said the Prince to Legeoius.

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"I'll never understand what happens between your peoples, nor I'll keep trying to. Here is your wagon, Kopinski, you're going to travel with me, if that's ok with you, of course", said Aliria, closing her eyes a bit, showing her usual warm and happy smile.

OOC: Sorry to point out those mistakes, it's not like my posts are super quality so I can't complain. Anyways... I thought I'd just say that I'll be RPing a bit later on this thread, my alliances are pretty active and I'm currently in a conflict too (helping allies from Imperialist nations)... so I'll reply in time, which is probably better for you all things concidered... I'll make sure to quote your post when I reply so you can see where we were at that time.

Meanwhile I would suggest you pair of some of the groups at your party so they can talk to on another and give you some space... they can enterain themselves that way and take some of the wieght off you... hell, party runners have been doing it for years to some great results...

"The majority of our people support the military, its a proven fact that everyone in our nation is either related to someone in the military, or someone working in the defense sector. If they arent related to anyone then they at least know someone. We've never lost a war, we've been invaded yes but even then we bled them so much on our soil we forced them back...its been awhile since our military has been called into action. Although as of now..." said as he raised his left arm up and pulled back on the sleeve checking the time he had. "Thats no longer the case." He sighed slightly and sat back in his chair looking over toward Cyanna who had a confused look on her face.

"Before I left, I ordered a pre-emptive strike on a nation in the middle of a civil war. Their civil war was threatening millions not just in their nation but around the world as well. An oribtal colony of theirs fell out of orbit and crashed into Terra. Another colony was destroyed in orbit and its pieces will rain down in the Earths atmosphere for decades. Something had to be done before it further got out of control...and I've done it." He left the topic at that the smile returning to his lips as he switched gears once more, "So Aliria wants to formalize relations? Well then I think I'll spring it upon her after she picks a suitor. Her mind will be rather busy picking a potential husband, I dont want to trouble her with simple affairs of state."

yeah, man, i'm so there.

Name: Apu Bhaat
Title: THE GURU
Country: the free land of sun and grass
# of escorts: im truckin solo
#of guards: maybe just Slick, we sometimes jam together..... what a guy...
Favourite food: whatever, but i do like a good meal...
transport: no, we'll hitch or somethin
requests: yeah, just maybe a litle jam session to get ppl started. what d'ya say?

yeah, man, i'm so there.

Name: Apu Bhaat
Title: THE GURU
Country: the free land of sun and grass
# of escorts: im truckin solo
#of guards: maybe just Slick, we sometimes jam together..... what a guy...
Favourite food: whatever, but i do like a good meal...
transport: no, we'll hitch or somethin
requests: yeah, just maybe a litle jam session to get ppl started. what d'ya say?

The ShadowPrince brought his hand to the hilt of his sword as Shandor approached, raising his hand to stop his guards and the Istar soldiers, who were ready to dispose of Shandor. As he spoke words of peace and tranquility, the Prince relaxed and let the mordorian to kiss his hand. "You're still a little, insignificant country, but after all the little and insignificant ones are the ones who shape the world, we the elves learned that after the War of the Ring. I'm wondering if the mordorians learned the lesson as we did. And about you, cousin of Istar, if we don't try to show them the light...Can we accuse them of living in the shadows?", said the Prince to Legeoius.

"Yet we have found that there are those who cannot be saved from the shadow as they have spent too much of their souls and their lives within it to ever be redeemed." the Kingpriest replied with a sneer. He did motion for his guards to stop but they watched the mordorian the way one watches a sleeping-but still dangerous-snake.

The Kingpriest leaned towards one of his Judari and whispered an order in the Church Tongue, the guard nodded and did nothing more.


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Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar

(OOC: Sorry about the delay had a guest over the weekend.)

Olorndil ignored Arisildë’s delight. Difficult to do, as it now washed through his mind as though it was his own.

“Thank you Duke Atheril,” he replied. “Arisildë’s agility is due in part I am sure to the abilities of your Aelosian vessels. If you’re curious about the details, I will be more than happy to provide them when next we’re face to face. The Silmerámë Arisildë out.”

He broke the connection and before dismissing the communicator and mirror glass ordered Arisildë to make dock with the Craftworld. “Nothing elaborate!” There was no room for argument in his tone.

The Silmerámë came in swift and smoothly, settled in its assigned hanger and curled the long serpentine tail up around its clawed feet; wings smoothed into the body and vanished. The jaws parted, massive throat revealed and suddenly it was a sculpture, seemingly immobile and rendered in one fluid piece of metal.
Hidden from the stars, it no longer glowed. But the silvered surface remained polished, reflected all light within the dock.

Inside the Silmerámë, Olorndil and his companions readied themselves to leave. The háranmehtar Cáno and Mirnil joined them, before they walked out of the throat of the massive wyvern-like Arisildë.
Her tongue, visually a liquid metal that flowed continuously, tiered suddenly into steps. Each patterned with owls in flight, all constantly in motion.

As Olorndil, Fírë, Atassar and the háranmehtar made their way out into the dock, they managed to ignore the shifting currents that appeared to flow beneath their feet.

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Olorndil
©Norma A Peters (http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/loth/p/e/peters/bitterwind3.jpg.html)
(Used with Permission)

The elegant aelosian noble guided Albert and the rest of Glorious humanity envoys to the holotrain station, pointing at their personal wagon. The inside of it looked like the suite of a luxury hotel, beautifully adorned. "Please come in, the trip will last one hour. If you need everything, just press the button in the console near the door", said the woman, bowing a little.

Albert and his guards took seats in the holotrain. Albert spent a long time examining everything in detail. The name suggested that the scenery wasn't real, but it certainly looked real to him. If these were holograms, they were very impressive indeed. His bodyguards also seemed impressed.

Finally, Albert settled down to practice his etiquette during the trip. The guards took naps.

"An elegant answer, your highness," Shandor responded to the Shadow Prince with a friendly smile that did not reach his eyes. "We are well reminded of the importance of the seemingly unimportant, of the trivial details so often overlooked."

The Former-Mordorian delegation moved onward. The maiden who had greeted the prince so boldly glancing back momentarily, her eyes bright. She then turned those eyes on Legeoius, appraising. The light in her eyes suddenly, noticeably, dimmed and she turned away.

The Olympian party followed Lord Hyral to the holotrain.

Unfashonably and extremely late, Liz Wang stepped off her transport and onto the craftworld. This isn't going to help the Society's image. She sighed and stepped forward to whoever awaited to take her and her single escort to the meeting area.

OOC: Still here. Heh heh.

Shalzar Ezekiel boarded the holotrain, ignoring the curious and sometimes dirty glances from the other people on the train. Choosing a seat, the Forbidden One sat down and pulled out a prayer book from a small pocket on his side.

Being mortal, never pray for an untroubled life. But ask the gods to give you an enduring heart...

Making this short prayer, the Forbidden One put the book back where it came from and went to sleep.

OOC: Well, I'll assume that everyone is already at the party after a nice ride in the holotrain. That includes Wazzu too, and Silmessë, who have just arrived.

IC:

The D'Hyru holdings could be described as a paradise. Beautiful little palaces and cottages over a huge plain covered with green grass and decorated bushes. Little forests were scattered along the plain, all the complex limited by a crystal dome that resembled an artificial sky. All the holdings were weather controlled and are a natural reserve of many strange and rare animal species.

The train stopped slowly at an station that looked almost like a house from a fairy tale. The atmosphere was magical, and fireworks covered the dome as all the guests arrived.

Sseelaa takes all this in, eyes scanning above her. She whispers to Ghouur "Such a show! Surely this must be the exception to their receiving guests!"

Ghouur nudges her lightly. "But what would you expect? These fine folks obviously have a flare for the dramatic, and show it well. Just observe at this point; It will probably get very hectic soon enough."

They look around at the construction, remembering the old 'fairy tales' that they have come upon in the Libraries.

Gregory moved off of the holotrain looking back and making sure Cyanna was not far behind him. Turning his head up and looking toward the fireworks he smiled abit, he always did like fireworks. Tilting his head down once more he gazed around the area moving from the station allowing Cyanna to guide him forward toward where the party would be actually held. For once Gregory didnt have much in terms of words to say. He wasnt even really sure what to think at the moment. This certainly was a nice place. He envied the diplomat who would get this assignment. A quiet, "Nice." passed from his lips but it was said to no one in particular other than himself.

"Our eldar cousins gave us this home as a gift. It was in ruins when we arrived here, and we rebuilt it piece by piece with our hands and our effort. Our colonies are situated in Mars, Venus and a small settlement in Neptune, this is our metropolis, the center of all our empire. Somethings were decorated, others just grew by themselves", said the Duchess to Kayla, visibly confused by the attitude of the Iuthians.


"None the less it's very beautiful... I'm afriad we just don't have the imagination for this kind of art and mastery at home. Our people wouldn't think of putting time into decoration like this, we're a simple land, many people fail to see that past our militant society..." Kayla sighed... they really didn't work hard with decorations in Iuthia... maybe a flag or two, a carefully place plant and family photos, but never really any art.

Kayla had been away from home many times, at first the others seemed "flashy" with their design, now she could see their worth, the ellogant detail put into each part of the ship... it seemed, loved. "Thanks for this tour Duchess, perhaps we will speak again during the party."


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The trip aboard the Holotrain was something else for James deGritz and his entourage... the luxury of the Holotrain alone had visably impressed the Lord General and the view further stunned him... he hadn't seen grass so green since he was a child, living with his long dead father, Bolviar deGritz... The sight was breathtaking, the land carefully organised with aesthetics in mind, the building themselves placed carefully to not only produce a wonderful effect, but also with efficiency in mind. The buildings looked fragile yet elogant... almost a methor for the elven race itself.

The Holotrained came to a stop, now allowing it's passengers on the platform. James and his retinue stepped out of the holotrain, thanking the drivers and the others as they left, still feeling a sense of awe while looking at the pristine environment around them...

Fireworks shot off into the distance, further illuminating the sky with their patterns of light and colour.

"Well Kayla, you want to split up or shall we wait for some more of the guests..."


OOC: Hm... maybe a little too much descriptions and opinions... ohwell...

(OOC: Hm... Interesting, nobody is surprised by the religious cyborg that was on the holotrain...)

Shalzar Ezekiel the Forbidden One glanced at his cybernetic body and stood when he saw that the holotrain had arrived on station. Straightening his tunic, Shalzar walked off the holotrain and onto the platform. Not glancing about, Shalzar walked nonchalantly through the crowds, oblivious of the glances given him.

(OOC: Hm... Interesting, nobody is surprised by the religious cyborg that was on the holotrain...)

OOC: No... I guess not, though I'm not sure James would have been paying attention with the view and all... I could RP a reaction if you like.

On related note, this fellow is in our Retinue:

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His name is Lizo, and he is actually wearing a formal Military uniform and not this cute little top like in the picture... he is plump and 4" fall, occasionally communicates to Kayla (Woman in white dress) by whistling in many various tones, she responds using a pull whistle.

(OOC: Hm... Interesting, nobody is surprised by the religious cyborg that was on the holotrain...)

OOC: No... I guess not, though I'm not sure James would have been paying attention with the view and all... I could RP a reaction if you like.

On related note, this fellow is in our Retinue:

http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:YXLVjsisR9kC:www.dur.ac.uk/ashley.holmes/clanger.gif

His name is Lizo, and he is actually wearing a formal Military uniform and not this cute little top like in the picture... he is plump and 4" fall, occasionally communicates to Kayla (Woman in white dress) by whistling in many various tones, she responds using a pull whistle.

(OOC: If you wish... It doesn't really matter... I'll try to stick myself in something into some theological conversations during the banquet...)

OOC:

It was my understanding that each party which registered had its own seperate car...

(OOC: oh... okay... Well then everyone should see him now...)

As he got off the train, Albert was overwhelmed by all the new sights and sounds that greeted him. The Elves were clearly incredible builders. He spent a while watching the fireworks and admiring what he could see of the landscape, then finally tored himself away from the sights to observe the other guests.

He didn't recognize anyone, although the cyborg man caught his attention for a while. However, he wasn't quite feeling up to random mingling yet, as he was still more than a little in awe of his surroundings. He would probably have time to meet the other leaders later. For now he just took in the view, feeling much more relaxed than he had in quite some time.

Gerrard yawned and boarded the holotrain. He didnt marvel at the arcitecture, as he had been to a few Elven nations before this.

The holotrain stoopped, and a flood of people poured out. Gerrard was one of the last to come out, and he tried to see if he recognizen anyone. He didnt.


"Ah, well." He thought. He would meet plenty of people at the party. "Hey, fireworks! Ive always loved fireworks!" Mabey this party would be better than he expected, expecilly with the firework.

Shandor took in the spectacular view without expressing emotion. Not unfriendly, just a little untouched by the splendour.

He moved to mingle with the other guests, intrigued by the cyborg. Almost certainly a warrior, he thought, worthy of our interest.

The two pale maidens of the Former Mordorian retinue glided away from Shandor and into the throng, going their seperate ways.

Aliria, Kithail, Celestrianna and the rest of the aelosian nobles and rulers gathers around a little platform made of the finest marble, then the ShadowPrince starts to talk to the crowd of guests.

"Finally you have arrived to our humble home. It's a pleasure and a surprise to have you all here, in our lands. I hope you can have fun and rest in this party, as we want you to enjoy it. Let's the party begins!", he say, visibly happy, an emotion not usually shown in his face.

An orchestra begin to play some elven dancing music, and several elves dressed in white robes and suits began to serve drinks and nice entries to the guests, showing to them the dinner table and the dance floor, both placed in the grass...

Shalzar Ezekiel the Forbidden One placed on the floor a big strange looking box. Opening it, he revealed a beautiful french horn. Taking it out and checking the valves, Shalzar walked over to the orchestra and asked the conductor.

Do they know the Franz Strauss Horn Concerto?

(OOC: Shalzar is in a good mood, so he'll play you for you guys...)

"Do you have the score?. We can play anything", said the conductor, smiling to Shalzar.

"Do you have the score?. We can play anything", said the conductor, smiling to Shalzar.

Taking the sheet music out of the pouch at his side, Shalzar began to hand them out to musicians, giving the score to the conductor.

Think you can handle it? Hmm?

"Oh yes, we can. Let us give it a look first", said the conductor, pretty sure of what he was saying.

Gregory moved forward into the party, but quickly went off to the side to get himself a drink. Passing by the alcohol he settled with a glass of water. He moved looking slightly out of place at the event in casual wear he grumbled abit to himself, this would be the last time he came to a formal event looking as he would if he werent working. He wondered to himself a few thoughts, 'Would it be possible for them to taylor me a uniform quickly? I dont doubt they'd have the ability to do. I am a guest though I shouldnt go making requests. I dont think the transport has my...wait wait...they do...but those guys didnt get brought to the party. Eh I'll get over it.' He nodded his head to himself as the internal arguement ended and he decided to deal with it for the time being.

Taking a sip from his glass he glanced around dance floor. His left arm behind his back his right holding the glass he looked as if he were searching for a partner.

Gregory moved forward into the party, but quickly went off to the side to get himself a drink. Passing by the alcohol he settled with a glass of water. He moved looking slightly out of place at the event in casual wear he grumbled abit to himself, this would be the last time he came to a formal event looking as he would if he werent working. He wondered to himself a few thoughts, 'Would it be possible for them to taylor me a uniform quickly? I dont doubt they'd have the ability to do. I am a guest though I shouldnt go making requests. I dont think the transport has my...wait wait...they do...but those guys didnt get brought to the party. Eh I'll get over it.' He nodded his head to himself as the internal arguement ended and he decided to deal with it for the time being.

Taking a sip from his glass he glanced around dance floor. His left arm behind his back his right holding the glass he looked as if he were searching for a partner.

The Duchess Celestrianna Paelisi approached Gregory with a smile in her face, making a delicate and elaborate bow in front of him "May I dance with you?, as a matter of fact the Princess wants to dance with you, but she's obliged to dance with the ShadowPrince the first dance, so she asked me to dance with you first. May we?", she said extending her hand to Gregory.

His right arm moved across his body as he bowed back to the Duchess and then stood up moving out onto the dance floor, "Duchess, I would be honored to dance with you first." A small hint of red coloring his cheeks at the mention of the Princess wishing to dance with him. It was something he had not expected to happen and now he was kicking himself for his poor choice of dressing. Leading her further out onto the dancer floor before bowing once more and stepping forward to begin dancing.

"Duchess forgive me if I step on your toes. It's been ages since I've done this...quick question. Would it be possible to have a uniform tailored for me quickly?I feel alittle out of place in such casual clothes..." He smiled lightly as he moved on the dance floor, leading slowly and deliberately, albiet alittle clumsly as he tried not to step on the womans toes.

"Oh don't worry, I'll follow your lead, as any lady should do. Just lead me as you know to dance", said the Duchess, laughing out loud at the Gregory's comment. However, it wasn't a laugh out of mockery, but out of sympathy. "I'll get you a tailor, after all the Princess wants to dance with you once you've finished with me, and you should dance with the heir in the most elegant clothes. After you dance with me, please follow me. Anyway, Do you have an uniform in your vessel?, I could bring it here in just seconds".

As they danced, Aliria, embraced with the ShadowPrince, her delicate chin leaned in his armoured shoulder, approached to the Duchess and Gregory, her smile clouded by the tears rolling down her cheeks as they spun with amazing agility. The Prince placed a hand over her hair, whispering something in her ear as they moved away from Gregory.

The Iuthia group clapped at the speach given by the ShadowPince... even if everyone else didn't clap...

Then they went their seperate ways. The tall blonde guard moved towards the various tables being set up for the dinner everyone would be enjoying later before he found a wall to lean against as he kept his every vigilant eye upon James deGritz...

As for Lizo, the other bodygaurd... the plump clanger moved towards the musicians. He too found was watching the Lord General, though he was listening fully to the music as his race enjoyed music in all it's glorious forms... remembering the times he plucked notes from the music tree... occasionally Lizo can be seen tapping his flat foot and whistling quietly to the tune. On the whole he looks like a very happy Clanger.

Kayla and James stayed together for the moment as the invetiable confusion followed. James deGritz, leader of the Iuthian nation and commander of one of the most powerful armies the world has seen... never truely understood equitette. So Kayla usually hovered near him with reminders and tips... at the start of these functions Kayla often proved invaluable.

While the dance floor looked tempting to James, he didn't have anyone to actually dance with... Kayla being his underling was out of the question, both of them could dance as they both learned the basic skills as part of their upbringing or training.

"I think I'll go to the bar for now, see what this place as to offer..." The look on Kayla's face quickly prompted James to continue. "I'm not going to drink much... I know better then that, it's mearly an interest... and I'm sure there will be alot of opporunity to socialise too."

James head out to the bar, smiling along the way... you could get through anything with a smile. Kayla however, decided to see if she could find any guests hovering about that needed an introduction.


OOC: This is the second time I've wrote this, I accidently forgot to copy the last one before handing it over to the forums who promtly lost it... but at least I've not got James and Kayla dancing this time

"Yes I have my spare uniform back on my transport...I would feel kind of silly dancing with the future Empress of your people in just regular clothes. "He continued moving along with the Duchess waiting for the song to end, as he progressed the number of his stumbles and mistakes dwindled to nothing as the rust of his dancing began to fade and disappear. As the song ended he let the Duchess quickly lead him off the dance floor. He wondered how she would get it over here in seconds but that wasnt his problem, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small communications device and pressed the transmit button as he walked, "Hey Jack, my spare uniform in the back, get it and hand it over to someone who asks for it. They're going to send it to me."

The radio operator was still in a state of shock from the previous transmission from the Glorious Heritage all Jack Genny could reply only with a hoarse,"Affirmative Mr President." Getting up from the seat finally he moved into the back of the transport and got the suit which was hangered and covered in a protective plastic case with a zipper in the front. Holding it by the top of the hangar he moved out from the transport and looked around ready to hand it off to whoever came up and got the suit.

An attendant was waiting in front of the NY&J's vessel, receiving the uniform with a bow. He quickly ran to the holotransporter screen and placed the uniform inside the screen.

Five minutes later an attendant in the party bowed in front of Gregory and gave him the uniform still in its case...

"I must warn you, the Heir loves to dance in fast movements and elaborate spins, few people are able to follow her pace. I was known as the most agile dancer in Aelosia until she appeared", said the Duches, visibly happy, smiling to Gregory.

"Dancing fast?Well that sounds more up my alley...she'd probably still leave me in the dust." Said as he graciously nodded his head to the attendant which handed him his uniform. Going off into an empty sideroom he returned several moments later in military dress uniform. The hat tucked under one of the shoulder straps. He made sure his hair was nice and straight and looked over toward the Duchess. The change was rather dramatic and he didnt look the same as he did when not in the uniform. He had gone from being casual and playful to serious and stiff. But even with the uniform Gregory managed to be his same playful self. "So how do I look? This uniform is a spare, and I havent worn it for so long. Either it shrunk or I need to get back into better shape."

Said as he moved back over toward the direction of the dance floor he moved quickly, not sure when the band would once more start up again. Stopping though midway he turned around to face the Duchess and bowed to her. "Duchess, I thank you for your time, and for allowing me the honor to dance with you. I am going to see the Princess now, since she wishes to dance with me. I'll spring the question up on her first and catch her by surprise. She's never seen me in uniform before. I wonder what she'll say.Wish me luck." Moving back onto the dance floor once more he looked for the Princess and once he spotted her with the Shadow Prince still he moved toward the two of them. "Princess Aliria, may I have the honor of the next dance?If your partner does not mind that is..." He smiled over toward the direction of the Shadow Princess and bowed to the both of them politely.

"Oh, an educated human. What a surprise, Duchess Paelisi sometimes make a wonderful job, after all she's the most talented courtier in this country", said the ShadowPrince, making a elaborate bow in front of the NY&J president. "I suppose by the uniform that you're Gregory De Los Santos, New York and Jersey President. I'm pleased to meet you, as we have never been properly introduced. My name is Prince Kithail Hyral, ShadowPrince of Aelosia, and I suppose you want to dance with Princess Aliria D'Hyru, Heir to the Everqueen and Head of the Aelosian Goverment. Can I ask you why?", continued the tall and regal elf, rubbing his chin with his hand.

He took the barb and condensing attitude in stride remembering what Cyanna said. There were obviously those who looked down on humans and the Prince appeared no different. "You are correct, Prince Hyral, I am Gregory de los Santos, President General, of New York and New Jersey. It is a pleasure to meet you." He kept his temper level and was calm and collective.He knew that this was probably a test of sorts and while the Prince shot off one barb to bait his anger, he figured it was alright if he attempted the same with the Prince.With the question posed though he didnt even take time to ponder the question posed infront of him answering straight from the heart, "Well I was a pompous inconsiderate ass in my country when Princess D'Hyru visited, and I wish to show her my other side and to make a request on behalf of my people to Aelosia. I know why this ball is being held and what will happen at the end, and while I'm not an offical suitor, I would certainly not mind being picked by the lovely, compassionate Princess D'Hyru."

He took a short breath as the words he spoke registered in the back of his mind. He wondered to himself just what the heck was he thinking with the last part...unoffical suitor?...well she wont pick me anyway. I'm human...heck they probably think I age like all other humans...she is lovely though..hmm...maybe my being human has an advantage..especially if he thinks I age like the rest. ...his mind remained conflicted as he stood there waiting for the Prince to respond, the man appearing to be in deep thought at the moment.

Kithail laughed out loud, a laugh like a music similar to a human voice. "You're smart, bold, brave and well-mannered. I thought you were going to yell at me or something, taking into account that you almost hitted Aliria in Puerto Rico. But you weren't a lame bootlicker either, and defended your rights with some skill through diplomatic stabs and barbs. I don't approve you as a suitor, because of your blood, but I without no doubt approve you as a man and as an equal", he turned to Aliria after saying those words, then said "I like him, I really like him. If all humans are like him, maybe the human race could be saved".

The Princess just smiled to the tall elf, hitting his side with an elbow. "C'mon, Can I dance with him or not?", she asked, almost like a little girl could ask her father to return after 10:00 pm. "Yes, yes you can, he's nice, and a brave and skilled lad. After all, I prefer to see you with him than with the cyborg or the mordorian", said the Prince smiling.

She grabbed Gregory's hand and took him away. "You impressed him, you are surprising!", she said to his ear, beginning to dance.

Gregory was tugged away following after the Princess. He laughed at the causing of surprise statement starting to dance with the princess. His feet moving with the Princess's attempting to keep up with her and hold the position of the lead, his arm moving out he let her go into a spin before he went back to dancing. He took the advice of the Duchess careful not to be slow with the dancing. A stumble here, and an uncertain step there quickly went back into the fluid movement of the dance. He made sure to stay close to the Princess and said as they moved along the dance floor. "Princess I was going to wait until after you had chosen a suitor, I had figured you would be dealing with dozens of prospective suitors and wouldnt have time for the simple guests, or would be rathered stressed."

The Princess gave him a small quitative look as he kept talking, "I want to formalize relations between our two countries, and exchange embassies. We share the same region however we have no diplomatic contact and this is something we wish to remedy in the future. "

Gregory was tugged away following after the Princess. He laughed at the causing of surprise statement starting to dance with the princess. His feet moving with the Princess's attempting to keep up with her and hold the position of the lead, his arm moving out he let her go into a spin before he went back to dancing. He took the advice of the Duchess careful not to be slow with the dancing. A stumble here, and an uncertain step there quickly went back into the fluid movement of the dance. He made sure to stay close to the Princess and said as they moved along the dance floor. "Princess I was going to wait until after you had chosen a suitor, I had figured you would be dealing with dozens of prospective suitors and wouldnt have time for the simple guests, or would be rathered stressed."

The Princess gave him a small quitative look as he kept talking, "I want to formalize relations between our two countries, and exchange embassies. We share the same region however we have no diplomatic contact and this is something we wish to remedy in the future. "

Aliria tested Gregory ability to dance with an elaborate spin, as she spoke "Are you really going to try to be a suitor for my hand?. I suppose that means that you want to marry me. I'm flattered", she said with her usual smile, between two blushed cheeks. "About our countries, well. Of course we should formalize our relationships, that's clear. With you will travel our ambassador, I'll say to the Duchess to find a suitable envoy, Cyanna looks perfect, although she's a valuable advisor to me".

(OOC: Guys, whatever you do, don't bring in children... Ezekiel, because of raditation is sterile...)

Shalzar Ezekiel the Forbidden One played a few loud notes on his frenc horn, startling the people dancing. Still playing on his horn, with his back to the audience, Ezekiel did not notice that everyone was staring at him. When, he stopped, Ezekiel realized the uncomfortable silence around him. Turning around, Ezekiel stared surprised at the crowd.

I'm sorry if I've inadvertently startled you... If possible, I would like to perform the haunting Franz Strauss Horn Concerto for those gathered here today, to musically depict the joyfulness and bittersweetness of our gathering...

Without further adieu, Ezekiel nodded to the conductor, who began to conduct the orchestra...

As the holotrain had been about to leave, Olorndil and his companions had not been given much of a greeting but hastily ushered aboard.
Watching the artificial landscape flowing by, he wondered at the effort involved in crafting such a simulation of nature. There was something that to his leaned eye escaped the true balance of an ecosystem.

Control, it was everywhere, yet so subtle lesser study would not have unveiled it.

At last the holotrain reached its station and he, Fírë and Atassar along with the two háranmehtar disembarked. The two guardians all but invisible, chameleon cloaked.

“The lands are impressive,” Fírë murmured. “I can feel how it does not flow as it should, yet it does not trouble me as much as I would have imagined. They’ve a gentle hand our Aelosian cousins.”

Atassar nodded. His eyes returned to the heavens and he added, “that glass ceiling is a wonder.”

Olorndil smiled. “There is much to admire here, but first let us find our hosts.” He frowned, glanced around. “There is no schedule that a few words in greeting will interrupt now I hope.”

"I wasnt exactly sure until your brother posed the question to me...while he does accept me as an equal he doesnt approve of me as a suitor. So I guess that means even if I say yes to your question it would not matter..."He thought of that as he went into a second spin with Aliria, people nearby having to clear the way for the two as they moved along the dance floor. He didnt think much though before he spoke once more, "Yes, I suppose I am seeking your hand as a suitor. I hadnt planned on it at first, but...I dont know." He said with some certainty except for the very end as he tried to thinkof something more to say than I dont know. "Princess you are a beautiful, compassionate, smart woman and you would make an excellent leader to your people. You would also make anyone of these suitors happy and it would be myself who is flattered if you picked myself." His own cheeks were alittle red but if it was from the moment or from the dancing was anyones guess.

"Cyanna would make the perfect ambassador, however I agree, she would do more good here being an advisor to you than back in my country...as for me leaving with the Ambassador, that would depend on who you pick for a suitor I suppose...if it is me, it would be rather rude if I just left, now would it?" He smiled brightly and playfully Going into a third spin with her he wasnt sure though if he could keep up with them, the elaborate spins were dizzying if not fun, and it had been so long since he last danced like that.

Sseelaa and Ghouur watch the dancers, delighting in the feeling of grass between their toes. Sseelaa flexes her feet for a moment, feeling the soil give way.

"It feels like the soil in the Whispering Savannah. Ah, such a feeling."

Ghouur is taking more of an interest in the dancers. "Look at their movements. Such grace and fluidity....it is a sight to behold indeed. I wonder if a waltz will be on the itinerary today?"

*Rufus stood off to one side of the room, watching the dancing with a smile upon his face. Yumi was out and about, exploring, looking around and trying to find maybe secret passages or the such. She was too curious for her own good sometimes.*

Yumi: A fake wall, that reveals a door. Hidden button on the floor, come on, some place this big has got to have a few dusty secret rooms somewhere or another.

*She was currently nearing the Sakkra delegates, not really paying attention to where she's going, more interested in searching for hidden buttons on the wall.
*Elena stayed near the Prince, but she had a bored expression on her face.*

Elena: Goddess Cori spare me, I'd rather be out drinking with Reno and Rude right now. I wonder where those two are anyways? Wish T'seng was here, then maybe he would dance with me...

*A slight blush appeared on her cheeks as she thought of slow dancing with her boss.*


((OOC: Aelosia, near the docking port/holotrain station, is there some sort of bar? If so, then Reno and Rude will be there.))

((Douple post, sar-wee. ^^;; ))

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Liz Wang was near the end of the procession entering the room. Unlike many in front of her, she did not gasp, but the peacefull happieness that overcame her was easily noticable. So alien she thought, accustomed to beauty and luxury but not that of elves. Her escort's reactions we less visible, but only because they were expertly hidden.

"Ryan," she spoke softly, off to the side of the entranceway. "I must be alone to work. I trust your judgement implicitly, enjoy yourself." And with a smile, Liz left his presence, found a glass of wine (something she had been dying for to try), and watched the first dance.

Seeing the Shadow Prince alone after his dance, she took a deep breath, told herself it was only buisness, and approached him.

Ryan remained on the wall, waiting for a move in and carefully watching the actions of those from many forign lands (as he was wont to do).

As Ghouur watches the dancers, Sseelaa catches the wandering young Krowemoh with her periphral vision. Focusing one eye on the nekoite, she waits until she comes close enough.

"Looking for surveillance devices?" Her tail twitches at the tip slightly, and her dewlap pulses.

As if someone heard Ghouur's words the orchestra began to play a waltz, with some reminiscence of elven ancient music, but a waltz after all.

Aliria changed the rythm of her pace to adapt to the waltz, then said "Those are very nice words, Gregory, and I don't think I deserve them, you know only my bright side, but I still have some of dread lady inside me", as she spoke a shadow of guilt and darkness covered her features.

The ShadowPrince loooked at the Silmessë envoys, smiling openly at the sight of the slim and graceful forms of his cousins and kin. For sure the first one was Olorndil, as his cousin Atheril described the flowing silver hair and the regal features of the Lord of the Silmellon. Then he turned to see the Wazzu envoy, quickly approaching him. He bowed, grabbing the hand of Liz and quickly placing a kiss on it with delicate courtesy and amazing speed.

OOC: I have had forum problems for a few days so I have no clue what has gone on so please fill me in.

"Ah ha! This certainly takes me back to my training in the diplomatic corps. Commander, if you would do me the honor?....." Ghouur offers a low bow ripe with flourish, and an extended hand. Sseelaa takes her attention away from the Nekoite prowling about, and clasps his hand, nictitaing lids half-closed and her dewlap showing red. The approximation of a blush.

They stroll out to the dance floor, where Ghouur leads in the waltz. Their tails telegraphing their direction and movement, they dance in step with the rhythm.

Gregory manuvered the both of them off of the dance floor and to the side. This was partly to catch his breath and more so to get a better look at her without having to watch out for anyone else on the dance floor. His right hand moving to cup her cheek gently smiling down at her lowering his voice to a whisper, "Well you've seen me at my worst, I've seen me at my worst..Aliria...Im pretty sure given the chance if I saw you at your worst I wouldnt go running for the hills. " The song ended in the backround and Greg stepped back moving his hand from her cheek to grab onto her hand once more. Placing a kiss onto the back of her palm he bowed as well. "I should allow you to see the other guests...as much as I would enjoy spending the party with you that would be rather selfish of me..."

"Oh, you're a complete gentleman, Gregory. you're making a lot of hurried steps in the stair that leads to my heart", she said, leaving him in the dance floor and approaching Kithail to welcome the Silmessë dignataries.

"Oh, I want to have one of those tails", said the Duchess watching the pair of Sakkrans dancing in harmony "That's beautiful. We should compose a dance based on that rhytm, the Dance of the Lizard", said the aelosian noble clapping her hands. Soon more elves gathered around the sakkran couple, clapping...

Gregory smiled and moved off of the dance floor. Hands behind his back he moved over toward the dinner tables. He was extremely happy and it appeared as if he made the impression he wanted to. Taking confident steps forward he looked for anyone of interest heading over toward the table with refreshments once more. Grabbing another glass of water he stood off to the side and gazed around the party. He didnt know anyone else, and thus decided to make himself known. Polishing off his name plate with his last name he moved forward off of the dance floor circling around to where the guests were standing. It was time to do alittle mingling.

(OOC: Nice to know, nobody appreciates good music... And nobody is curious about the cyborg playing a french horn... Very interesting...)

Shalzar Ezekiel the Forbidden One stopped playing to "rounding applause." Bowing deeply, the Forbidden One placed his antique french horn into its case and set it on the side.

Satisfied, the Forbidden One decided to go socialize with the gathered leaders. Walking slowly, the Forbidden One walked to the dance floor and began to do the things he did best, listening and watching...

Olorndil noticed the two Aelosian elves approaching; drew his companions’ attention away from the many varied figures swirling gracefully round the dance floor; or simply watching on with interest.

“I believe that we’re about to be greeted by the EverQueen heir,” Olorndil murmured to them. Smoothing the immaculate lines of his powder-blue nehru suit; fingers brushing against the sword harness skilfully adapted to blend into the folds of the clothing.
It was the only symbol of royalty that he had agreed to carry with him, at the last giving in to the sword as Calanto his Councillor grew steadily more frantic in his suggestions.
Tyelsúrë, silverwind, combined with his clothing to give an attractive clash of centuries; as mismatched in time as the Silmellon were themselves.

Fírë stepped up to Olorndil’s left-hand side, her eyes still fixed on the opposite side of the dance floor.
“That cloaked figure plays a curious instrument,” she said, frowning. “It’s almost overbearing at moments, yet it brings such a unique flavour to the music that I find myself listening for its thread more intently.” She did not add that it had not been the music that had at first drawn her attention to the hidden figure. Her talents had instantly picked up on ancient wounds; terrible wounds. He should be dead. Briefly she turned away from him, but found her eyes constantly drawn his way. She was curious how healers had contained life when it had seemed all but flown from the body. There is so little flesh there, what shapes him then?

Olorndil glanced briefly at the object of Fírë’s fascination, yet his senses were not so finely attuned to death. The figure only partially unveiled its aura of electricity, scent metallic and coppery-blood; the Lord of the Silmellon memorised these impressions for analysis at a more convenient time.

“Atassar,” he called and the Silmello stepped up to his right.

“I am here Olorndil,” voice soft, but full of strength. Olorndil had been taking a measure of the Elf Lord since they’d boarded the Silmerámë and found him a potent blend of certainty and uncertainty. We are all struggling to stand in positions we never expected to fill.

“The Princess Aliria,” Olorndil said. “Which of the two do you guess is she?”

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Atassar

"Be welcomed to our world", said the Princess Aliria in Quenya, making a deep bow to the Silmessë Lords. Almost instantly the ShadowPrince spoke too "And to our humble halls". Their voices quickly started to talk one after another, in perfect harmony, the first word of a phrase following the last of the former one.

"We have heard a lot about your people...", said the Princess.

"And we're pleased with what we heard", continued the Prince.

"We've dream to find people like you for centuries"

"And now our dream has come true"

"Please enjoy our hospitality"

"I hope you could be comfortable"

"I'm Princess Aliria D'Hyru, Heir to the Throne"

"And I'm Kithail Hyral the ShadowPrince".

The C'tan lurked at the side of the room, watching the dancing. He pondered the Shadowprince, who was clearly in charge here, for now at least. Perhaps it would be wise to go and have a 'talk' with him, but not now, he would let the Silmessë speak to the two Aelosians for now. He looked down at his robes to check them, and then, after ensuring he was unobserved, extruded a staff of about seven feet in length from his hand, took it in both, and leaned on it, smiling happily and tapping his foot in time with the music. He took a glance at one of them - observing a cyborg, and one of the Silmessë delegates, who appeared to be able to sense the implants of the cyborg, and briefly wondered what her reaction would be to his own quasi-fluid metal form.

Shalzar Ezekiel the Forbidden One felt someone or something staring at him. With his sensors, he identified two of the eyes as Silmessë delegates. Curious about the nation of Silmessë, the Forbidden One decided to speak with the Silmessë lords.

Trying to walk fluidly, the Forbidden One, approached the two Silmessë lords when he noticed another presence staring at him, something metallic, something similar to him, but yet very different. Deciding to ignore the metallic presence for now, the Forbidden One walked closer to the Silmessë lords...

“It is my hope,” Olorndil murmured in response. “That our peoples became very close indeed. We admire the Aelosians and will long remember their aid during the days of Ash and Dust.” There was an urge to fling aside Silmellon tradition and instilled ideas, but Olorndil found he could only dip his head slightly in response to the sweeping bows of his hosts. Forgive us our ingrained ideals, the Silmellon reserve bending their knees for the Valar and their maker and ours.

He turned to his left, hand reaching out to draw the first of his companions forward.
“May I present the healer Fírë,” he smiled, recollecting the strange fascination she’d been to the Aelosian warriors. “Your people have their own name for her I believe.”

Fírë ignored the urge to glance at the cloaked figure, fixed her attention on their hosts and echoed Olorndil; dipped her head.
“It was the Aelosians who first showed me the stars in their own element,” she murmured. “In your Craftworld there are even more wonders to behold, I can see that the stars have influenced an entire civilisation.”

She stepped back to Olorndil’s side and he turned their hosts’ attention to Atassar, she sought out the cloaked stranger and started as she saw him closing on her. Perhaps I am about to learn more than I cared to know about this mystery. She hoped that her features had not paled, his approach had startled her but she was not yet frightened.

Olorndil, unaware of Fírë’s distraction was already drawing his second companion forward; gaze fixed on the Princess Aliria.
“And this is the Lord of Tárasarnë, Atassar,” he studied the Princess as the fair-haired Silmello dipped his head in greeting. “Atassar is eager to make his acquaintance with you in particular Princess Aliria.”

“Olorndil speaks true, but I would add that my eagerness has grown since the first glimpse of your highness,” he blushed. Silently spoke to Aliria alone, I am often called gilded-tongue my Lady but do not think my words less earnest.

To the Shadowprince, Olorndil murmured, “If we could arrange to meet after your ball. There is a gift we would give your people in thanks for their aid not so long ago.”

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Atassar

OOC: Ok, so no one cares that I haven't been here due to the fact that the forums suck and now that I can post no one is willing to tell me what the FUCK has been going on in my forced absence?

You people are so self-centered.

OOC: Ok, so no one cares that I haven't been here due to the fact that the forums suck and now that I can post no one is willing to tell me what the f--- has been going on in my forced absence?

You people are so self-centered.

(OOC: You're the self-centered bastard... Anyways, all that happened was that everyone landed and took the holotrain. Now everyone is in a massive ballroom socializing and dancing...)

Markus stood aloof to one side of the ballroom watching the interplay of discussion, flirtation and diplomacy.

He smiled at the subtle tensions arising.

Glancing from side to side he wondered who would be best to approach.

OOC: Ok, so no one cares that I haven't been here due to the fact that the forums suck and now that I can post no one is willing to tell me what the f--- has been going on in my forced absence?

You people are so self-centered.

(OOC: You're the self-centered bastard... Anyways, all that happened was that everyone landed and took the holotrain. Now everyone is in a massive ballroom socializing and dancing...)

OOC: i did ask nicely but everyone ignored me so I had to slap you in the face to get a reaction. Like I said you people are self-centered.

IC: Legeoius wasn't the type to dance, being the Kingpriest of Istar even during the State Balls he only preformed one dance to open the Ball but the rest of the time he socialized or stared at the dancers from his throne. The Kingpriest sat down at a table in a quiet corner and sipped on some wine while watching the dancers as he had done at the last State Ball a month before.


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Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar

OOC: Ok, so no one cares that I haven't been here due to the fact that the forums suck and now that I can post no one is willing to tell me what the f--- has been going on in my forced absence?

You people are so self-centered.

(OOC: You're the self-centered bastard... Anyways, all that happened was that everyone landed and took the holotrain. Now everyone is in a massive ballroom socializing and dancing...)

OOC: i did ask nicely but everyone ignored me so I had to slap you in the face to get a reaction. Like I said you people are self-centered.

IC: Legeoius wasn't the type to dance, being the Kingpriest of Istar even during the State Balls he only preformed one dance to open the Ball but the rest of the time he socialized or stared at the dancers from his throne. The Kingpriest sat down at a table in a quiet corner and sipped on some wine while watching the dancers as he had done at the last State Ball a month before.


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Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar

OOC: Ok, so no one cares that I haven't been here due to the fact that the forums suck and now that I can post no one is willing to tell me what the f--- has been going on in my forced absence?

You people are so self-centered.

(OOC: You're the self-centered bastard... Anyways, all that happened was that everyone landed and took the holotrain. Now everyone is in a massive ballroom socializing and dancing...)

OOC: i did ask nicely but everyone ignored me so I had to slap you in the face to get a reaction. Like I said you people are self-centered.

IC: Legeoius wasn't the type to dance, being the Kingpriest of Istar even during the State Balls he only preformed one dance to open the Ball but the rest of the time he socialized or stared at the dancers from his throne. The Kingpriest sat down at a table in a quiet corner and sipped on some wine while watching the dancers as he had done at the last State Ball a month before.


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Kingpriest Legeoius I
”Fe Paladas cado, bid Istaras apalo.”
The Eternal Holy Star Empire of Istar

After leaving Aliria with the elegant and delicate Silmellon, the ShadowPrince approached Kopinki, who was looking at everything as a watcher of some sort.

"Princeps Kopinski of the Ctan Confederacy, finally we meet. Or you I say Necron confederacy. What brings you to our humble Eldar craftworld?", asked the ShadowPrince making a delicate bow in front of Kopinski, yet in his tone the taste of sarcastic poison could be felt.

Kopinski was amused, but didn't let it show, instead returning the bow and smiling, "Why, I'm here to congratulate you on reaching a population of one billion. It is always a joy to see more Quendi in the universe, and to generally enjoy the party, this is why I visit what I am assured is an elven craftworld." Then he added, in a smooth tone, quite bereft of any irritation or annoyance, "And it's the C'tan confederacy, I assure you."

"An amazing show of diplomacy indeed, Ctan. So be it, I'll call it the Ctan Confederacy from now on. Should I call you Kopinski then?, I'm not sure if that name suits you", said the ShadowPrince, showing a broad smile in his lips.

"And you can be sure about this one being an elven Craftworld, although once it was an Eldar Craftworld, it's not longer theirs, it's ours". He paused for a moment, still smiling, the sarcasm in his voice gone "So...Are you here as just a friend in a party o are you plotting to be a suitor of Aliria's hand?", he asked, in a very honest tone of voice...

*Yumi mewed softly and looked bashfully at the Sakkra delegate.*

Yumi: "Looking for secert entrances and stuff. Someplace this big has got to have a secret room or two, ya know? Oh... Um, where are my manners? My name is Yumi Mew, daughter of Prince Rufus Mew of Krowemoh. And you are?"

*She curtsies to him, smiling brightly, her tail swishing back and forth happily.*


((OOC: Yumi is a 40 year old female Neko, but she looks 16. Nekos age slower then humans. ^.^ Pic available, ask for it via TG.))

Gregory had went from normal color to white, he was standing off to the side no longer engaged with the affairs of the party he was talking to the air, one would have to look closer to see the small communications device attached to the cuff of his uniform jacket although one could clearly see the ear piece. "Okay..so fighting has begun as planned?"...Silence as he paced back and forth. His right hand raised up he held the bridge of his nose. He had been patched through from the transport back to the military headquarters on Mars. "Who's landed on that front?...They WHAT?!" Gregory's voice boomed and then went silent once more he looked around apologetically and bowed his head down in embarassment looking toward the ground mumbling a small, "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen."

He moved off further away from the party and back to the station itself. He tried not to break out into a full fledged run as he continued talking to himself. "You tell General Hunter, to scream his orders on that damn front. We dont want the offensive stalled. What about the third front?"....A few moments Gregory went from pale to red and then pale at a realization of sorts, "Oh god no...hopefully that front will open soon. Os Sanglants knows what it is doing. They've got new firepower to do it with to." Gregory was in crisis mode and look tense a commander underfire sort of speak in the back of his mind thoughts were racing at a mile a minute, I've got to get to Mars,every able body will be needed for that fight...My people need me, my troops need me. May future generations forgive me for the war I've caused. Gregory stood resolute and broadened his shoulders abit looking quite saddened. Debating on just whether he should say goodbye to anyone...

Kopinski listened to the Sindarin elf with interest, and leaned heavily on the staff, "Oh, just a friend I'm afraid. I'm not really at liberty to marry, and I don't think I would make her a particularly suitable husband anyway."

He paused and looked at the New York and Jersey president, with vague interest as the man shouted out something about Mars, and thought to himself, 'troublesome planet that...'

Name: Hamlet

Title: Emperor

Country of Origin: Denmark

Number of Escorts: 1

Number of Guards: 7

Favourite Food: Hot Dog

Do you need spacefaring transportation? No, sir

Any special requests: Not really...no

The ShadowPrince nodded to Kopinski, looking pleased with the Ctan's words. "You remember me of Telgonthrind, a wise people from the stars, although the comparison may looks like an insult to you, to me it isn't. But maybe I'll leave you soon, indeed my help would be needed by the Aelosian forces. I'll leave the Craftworld in a while, when the human president does it", said the ShadowPrince looking at Gregory de los Santos. "Strange human, the best of the lot that I have seen", he said, almost mumbling the words.

*Rufus then realized that Aelosia was a Trade Pact holding nation. When Princess Aliria wasn't busy, he planned to speak with her about the possibility of upgrading her nation's status to ally. An alliance would prove beneficiary for both Krowemoh and Aelosia. Plus one could never have too many allies.*

"Prepare the transport, I'll be there shortly." Gregory removed the communications device from his ear and sighed abit to himself. he moved back toward the general direction of the party and looked around abit. When he saw the princess, he took the uniform cap off his shoulder and openned it up once more making sure it was neat before he held it behind his back. Stepping over toward where Aliria with some urgency in his movement he stopped to her left side and bowed slightly as he spoke, "Forgive me Princess for intruding..."

He waited for Aliria to turn to look over toward him, looking him over, Gregory was still rather pale and distressed. "I'm sorry Princess;I'm afraid I'll have to be a rude guest and depart early...I dont want to though, I rather enjoy spending time with you...." Gregory smiled slightly and then frowned once more as Aliria would have undoubtably had a look of Why? On her face. Gregory of course beat her to the punch and answered her question outright. "I've got to get myself to Mars. My country is leading an attack against Melkor, my own personal plans are being used and any good General needs to be with his men on the frontline...I hope my dear Princess you make a choice that makes you most happy, and I hope that your future husband turns out to be a wonderful person." Bowing once more Gregory took her hand and placed a kiss onto it, deciding though to wait till she dismissed him before stepping off. Not because he was scared to leave but because he felt it rude to just walk away from the future Empress of an entire people without being dismissed.

Fírë bit her lower lip, found courage enough to step forward and open conversation with the cloaked figure (Shalzar Ezekiel).
“I’ve been watching you,” she murmured. “Among my people I am a healer and I could not help but notice that there is something about you that cries out for healing.” She shook her head.
“I’m starting at the end already, forgive me. My name is Fírë and if you find it a troublesome name, as many do,” she smiled, “call me Fy. With whom do I have the pleasure?”
She peered past the shadows, read the scars that were there and paled.

Atassar’s mouth felt dry.
Aliria seemed determined not to speak, allowing him no glimpse of her thoughts. Do I measure so poorly against her ideals?
He reached into the pocket of his versailles waistcoat, Olorndil had some odd ideas about blending with the current milieu; withdrew a flower and let it lie upon his opened hand. The silver embroidery of the waistcoat sleeve sparkled almost as brilliantly as the edges of each vivid petal.
Only the most intensive examination would reveal that the flower was no living thing, but rather a mesh of glistening silver holding together fine, flawless blue sapphires.
“Úrarossë*,” he told Aliria. “A flower that grows only in the mountains of Silmessë. It thrives in the most barren of places, glimmering against the bare rock where nothing else is able to live.” He closed his eyes. Let her be pleased with it. “I fashioned it myself, so the silvercraft is not the best that the Silmellon have to offer. It is the symbol of Tárasarnë, my home in Silmessë.” He added softly, “I fashioned it for you.”

*lit. Dew-Blaze

Fírë bit her lower lip, found courage enough to step forward and open conversation with the cloaked figure (Shalzar Ezekiel).
“I’ve been watching you,” she murmured. “Among my people I am a healer and I could not help but notice that there is something about you that cries out for healing.” She shook her head.
“I’m starting at the end already, forgive me. My name is Fírë and if you find it a troublesome name, as many do,” she smiled, “call me Fy. With whom do I have the pleasure?”
She peered past the shadows, read the scars that were there and paled.

Shalzar Ezekiel the Forbidden One bowed deeply in front of the elf. Meeting Fírë's gaze with his piercing, haunted eyes, the Forbidden One began to speak with a hoarse rasping metallic voice, "My name is Shalzar Ezekiel, known to my people as the Forbidden One... I have seen and experienced many horrors that would petrify you... I do cry for healing, not physical but mental. Twenty years ago, when I was still an officer within the Space Navy of the Five Civilized Nations, I was badly hurt by a nuclear holocaust by terrorist groups against my command during a naval review. Of the 298,123 men under my command only 193 soldiers survived, many badly burned or hurt by the radiation... I myself was sucked into space by the explosive decompression when the hull of my vessel was breached by massive nuclear explosions. The explosion badly burned my body and put enough radiation into me to die... And yet, I survived, a living testimony of the wonders of science. Yet, I cannot accept this fate... I could not have survived... I suffered burns across 95% of my body and recieved a lethal dosage of radiation, twenty times the limit, humans could withstand... The radiation destroyed my lungs and sterilized me... I lost both of my arms, replaced now with metallic, diamond-titanium alloy cybernetic arms... I feel that my life is not real. Thus I have wandered the universe, seeking mental healing through religion... If you could provide this to me, I would be eternally grateful."

“Death does not petrify me,” Fírë replied, brushed a finger nervously across the laced bodice of her gown, the finer material of her white sleeves falling to gather at her elbows. “Massacres…when death is an ocean poised to pull in all who linger near, on the cusp of life and death. That is different.” She raised her eyes, studied the scaring that the shadows hid and found them less difficult to bear. “A single death is not so rare even among Elvenkind.”

She glanced back at her companions, found that her absence had not been noted and turned back to Shalazar.
“I don’t know that I would praise science Shalazar, if it did not heal the whole of me and yet I still lived.” She narrowed her eyes, let her senses explore the fragmentary flesh that lingered; melded into metal. “Do not think ill of me, but had I been your healer I would have quickened your passing. It would have been the kinder path, though it may make me sound cold.”

She brushed a hand across her eyes as though wiping away what she’d glimpsed of the extent of his injuries and the shattering that had carried through from flesh into spirit and soul.
“Perhaps if you visit Silmessë one of my people can give you a glimpse of Valinor, where our creator’s essence remained ever as a voice in all living things.” Her eyes grew distant. “It is not something we can capture in words and even if we did, such would be a cruel bondage of the true mysteries."

Aliria nodded to Atassar, taking the beautiful silvery flower that the handsome Silmellon was giving to her. Her fabled smile appeared in her lips again as she took the gift as a rare jewel, handling it with care, admiring the form of the flower that the Silmellon crafted with his own hands.

She approached Atassar, taking his hands with her own, placing a soft kiss in his cheek, "This is the best gift I've ever received. This is as beautiful as the glades of the ancient kingdom of Doriath, where Lúthien used to sing and dance with the moonlight. You're indeed one of the Eldar of the ancient times, capable of creating beauty with your hands". she spoke on a soft and admiring tone, still looking at the silver flower. "However, you're not comfortable here, you look tense. What can I do to make you feel better?", she asked, using her most charming tone.

Then Gregory came and said Good Bye, kissing her hand softly, excusing himself for leaving too early. "I'm sorry that you need to leave, but I suppose your people needs you. Please go with my blessings, may Isha and Arda protect you through the turmoil of the outer world. I hope to see you again if the fate of Mandos commands us to do so", she said to Gregory, smiling to the human.

As the President of NYNJ arrived to the holotrain station, several guards clad in heavy eldar power armor emblazoned with the symbol of the D'nan House stopped him, and an officer approached him. "Sorry Sire, but you can't left the Craftworld yet. You must wait for a while. Sorry for the troubles".

Gregory stopped and blinked at the guards and grumbled slightly as he turned his head from side to side gazing around. His left hand moved up he scratched the back of his head. He wasnt able to leave and he let out a sigh from past his lips. "For the love of God and Eru..." Gregory sighed abit and turned around walking back toward the party. He couldnt leave yet, but enjoying himself was out of the question. Tense as a knot in superstring he paced back and forth. Putting the radio earpiece back into his ear Gregory raised the cuff once more and said to the other end, "Power down the transport, I maybe awhile." Dropping his arm once more he shifted from one leg to the other. His right dropping to where he would normally keep his holstered weapon only to find it not there.

He remembered slowly exactly where he was and tried to loosen his shoulders rolling them back. Mumbling abit to himself as he went over toward the table with refreshments. He grabbed a glass of wine and lifted it up, taking several long sips from it before placing the empty glass onto the table. "My guys are trained well...me not being on the front wont hurt them to much..." Tradition though...in his 210 years a President General, he had always been on the frontlines of any combat. In peacetime he was a civilian, however during war, he was more. Right now against Melkor and Arda he was a crusader, a knight of all that was good and just leading the fight against evil on Mars.

Gregory stopped and blinked at the guards and grumbled slightly as he turned his head from side to side gazing around. His left hand moved up he scratched the back of his head. He wasnt able to leave and he let out a sigh from past his lips. "For the love of God and Eru..." Gregory sighed abit and turned around walking back toward the party. He couldnt leave yet, but enjoying himself was out of the question. Tense as a knot in superstring he paced back and forth. Putting the radio earpiece back into his ear Gregory raised the cuff once more and said to the other end, "Power down the transport, I maybe awhile." Dropping his arm once more he shifted from one leg to the other. His right dropping to where he would normally keep his holstered weapon only to find it not there.

He remembered slowly exactly where he was and tried to loosen his shoulders rolling them back. Mumbling abit to himself as he went over toward the table with refreshments. He grabbed a glass of wine and lifted it up, taking several long sips from it before placing the empty glass onto the table. "My guys are trained well...me not being on the front wont hurt them to much..." Tradition though...in his 210 years a President General, he had always been on the frontlines of any combat. In peacetime he was a civilian, however during war, he was more. Right now against Melkor and Arda he was a crusader, a knight of all that was good and just leading the fight against evil on Mars.

"You're not going to left this Craftworld, Mr. De Los Santos, at least not that way", said a musical voice behind Gregory. A tall elf, clad in a beautifully decorated armor approached him, his hand on the hilt of his power sword. The pair of guards bowed in a deferential way to the newly arrived elf.

The eyes of the elf were closed, and a broad smile was in his lips. "You're going to Mars no?. I'm sorry, but we had to eavesdrop your conversation, well, I can't let you leave just like that. My name is Atheril D'nan, Dux Admiral of the Second Fleet. And I fear tha I must inform that you're not going to Mars alone. You're going with me, as partners and allied warriors. My fleet is ready to depart to Mars with you, ShadowPrince's orders", said the elf placing his hand over Gregory's shoulders in a friendly manner.

"You're not going to left this Craftworld, Mr. De Los Santos, at least not that way", said a musical voice behind Gregory. A tall elf, clad in a beautifully decorated armor approached him, his hand on the hilt of his power sword. The pair of guards bowed in a deferential way to the newly arrived elf.

The eyes of the elf were closed, and a broad smile was in his lips. "You're going to Mars no?. I'm sorry, but we had to eavesdrop your conversation, well, I can't let you leave just like that. My name is Atheril D'nan, Dux Admiral of the Second Fleet. And I fear tha I must inform that you're not going to Mars alone. You're going with me, as partners and allied warriors. My fleet is ready to depart to Mars with you, ShadowPrince's orders", said the elf placing his hand over Gregory's shoulders in a friendly manner.

"You're not going to left this Craftworld, Mr. De Los Santos, at least not that way", said a musical voice behind Gregory. A tall elf, clad in a beautifully decorated armor approached him, his hand on the hilt of his power sword. The pair of guards bowed in a deferential way to the newly arrived elf.

The eyes of the elf were closed, and a broad smile was in his lips. "You're going to Mars no?. I'm sorry, but we had to eavesdrop your conversation, well, I can't let you leave just like that. My name is Atheril D'nan, Dux Admiral of the Second Fleet. And I fear tha I must inform that you're not going to Mars alone. You're going with me, as partners and allied warriors. My fleet is ready to depart to Mars with you, ShadowPrince's orders", said the elf placing his hand over Gregory's shoulders in a friendly manner.

If the C'tan were irritated by being compared to the farseer, he chose not to show it. "I'm certain that it is high praise indeed," he said, calmly, "and I wish you the best of luck in your endevours on Mars."

If he heard the comments about Gregory de los Santos, his opinions on the matter he also chose not to show.

“Death does not petrify me,” Fírë replied, brushed a finger nervously across the laced bodice of her gown, the finer material of her white sleeves falling to gather at her elbows. “Massacres…when death is an ocean poised to pull in all who linger near, on the cusp of life and death. That is different.” She raised her eyes, studied the scaring that the shadows hid and found them less difficult to bear. “A single death is not so rare even among Elvenkind.”

She glanced back at her companions, found that her absence had not been noted and turned back to Shalazar.
“I don’t know that I would praise science Shalazar, if it did not heal the whole of me and yet I still lived.” She narrowed her eyes, let her senses explore the fragmentary flesh that lingered; melded into metal. “Do not think ill of me, but had I been your healer I would have quickened your passing. It would have been the kinder path, though it may make me sound cold.”

She brushed a hand across her eyes as though wiping away what she’d glimpsed of the extent of his injuries and the shattering that had carried through from flesh into spirit and soul.
“Perhaps if you visit Silmessë one of my people can give you a glimpse of Valinor, where our creator’s essence remained ever as a voice in all living things.” Her eyes grew distant. “It is not something we can capture in words and even if we did, such would be a cruel bondage of the true mysteries."

Shalzar bowed.

Perhaps... perhaps...