NationStates Jolt Archive

As war looms within the Empire, massages have been dispatched to the original nations involved in the Siesana War. The Emperor, Mwto'ar Uganda has redied a vessel which speeds towards Earth. Aboard, the Diplomatic Corps. of the Sambizie and her allies.

Within minutes, the vessel slows to a steady halt and takes up orbit above the Region of the Allied Powers. It is there that the Emperor will receive the Diplomats of:
-Liberty Fighters
-Elara
-Adejaani
-Sunset
-The Snel Race and perhaps Spacer Guilds.
The Emperor dressed in his official attire has made extensive preparations for the reception of these honored guest. Mwto'ar has made his way to the large reception room awaiting the arrival of the invited guest...

OOC: This is an invite only and is semi-formal to the attendees. However, we ask that for security reasons, weapons be checked at the landing bay. You may bring a small escort to acompany your Diplomats. Anyone not invited will be ignored.

Nathan Black shook his head and cleared his throat as his ISSCV sped through the atmosphere. He had been Adejaani's most senior military officer, before devastation had ripped apart Adejaani's capitol. Now, he was an Admiral, on extended Administrative Leave, to serve as Adejaani's Secretary of Defense. This created an interesting situation. By law, only the President, as Commander in Chief, could give a direct order. However, Black was still a uniformed military officer, so he could give orders too. Needless to say, it created a very interesting set of circumstances.

Black considered about the Conference. Not too long ago, he had recommended and ordered the first deployments of Adejaani Space Forces units to Siesana. He had been his nation's top military officer and now Secretary of Defense. He'd present his nation's side. But if the rumors were true, as well as his suspicions of what would be said at the Conference..... Then God help them all.

With one vessel already headed for Arda, it was no trouble to send a second Earthward. Thus, there was little wait for the Snel to travel from Mars, Venus, Jupiter, or wherever else they may have decided to draw the diplomatic unit from.

But whatever its point of origin, a ten-meter triangular spike, with jagged edges and six articulated 'legs' pulled up next to the Sambizie vessel and began broadcasting.
We request entry.

<OpenComm>
<FROM Civillian Barge Arêtê>
<TO: Sambizie Vessel>
What is the level of artificial gravity aboard your vessel?
<EndComm>

The Sambizie Comms. officer picks up the signal and promptly send the following:

Snel Vessel, you are cleared to dock at shuttle bay 1.

With that said, a clearly visible hatch opens revealing the interior of the vessel.

<OpenComm>
<FROM Civillian Barge Arêtê>
<TO: Sambizie Vessel>
What is the level of artificial gravity aboard your vessel?
<EndComm>

Open Comms.
-1x that of Earth. If you require specific atmospheric conditions we may be able to accomidate your crew. Please advise...OVER

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Adejaani Vessel, you are cleared to dock in shuttle bay 3.

Mwto'ar wipes the lint from his dress blue jacket, gives a tug on the bottom and proceeds to shuttle bay 1 to meet the Snel Diplomats in person. He recalls the last time he spoke with the Snel so many years ago and in some ways things have changed somewhat, like Mwto'ar putting on a little extra weight. On the other hand some things have remained the same, as far as this meeting was concerned.

In shuttle bay 3, Sambizie Legions and members of the Diplomatic Corps. greet the Adejaani represenitives. To one soldier, Black is a familure face. It has not been the first time the Adejaani have been aboard the Emperor's Flagship. A serviceman approaches black a "looks" him over for weapons, but relaying mainly on the sensors that lie within the doorframe. "Welcome aboard sir, if you would follow me", he states. The service man turns around and begins to escort the Adejaani rep. to the large conference room where the meeting would take place.

Nathan Black stepped into Docking Bay 3 where he handed over his Service Pistol. His military aide did so too and the civilian aide was unarmed. Adejaani trusted Sambizie implicitly, which was why no Secret Service Agents were present. The Service Pistols were required, considering the state of alert Adejaani was on.

Black followed the Sambizie aide to the conference room and waited.....

The insectile Thor biomechanical ship slowly flew into the landing bay, and settled down on its six legs. After waiting for repressurization, the fron end lowered and a jaw-like door slid open to allow the exit of a large blue Snel, adorned with a silver cape, followed by a slightly smaller green.

Open Comms.
-1x that of Earth. If you require specific atmospheric conditions we may be able to accomidate your crew. Please advise...OVER
OpenComm>
<FROM Civillian Barge Arêtê>
<TO: Sambizie Vessel>
We are used to dealing with Earth-standard conditions. There is no need to make special arrangements for us. Standby.
<EndComm>

A tiny Amram shuttle departed from Arêtê and headed for the Sambizie ship.

Black drummed his fingers against the Conference table. Time was of the essence and he wished the other delegates would get here immediately so he could start briefing them.

Mwto'ar approached the Snel diplomat, "Greetings and welcome aboard", "If you would please follow me". As Mwto'ar approached the door, the two men guarding it promptly stepped aside. Mwto'ar gave a slight nod as he passed them as they entered the cooridor. As the Mwto'ar entered the large conferance room, the Adejaani diplomat was already seated. He turned to the Snel Diplomat, "Please...have a seat, if there is anything you require don't hesitate to ask." Mwto'ar walked around the other side of the table where he flipped open a small laptop. He pushed a few buttons, turned to the Diplomats and stated, "Gentelmen...our other guest has arrived, please forgive me..I'll return in a moment". Mwto'ar turned to a soldier who was standing near the door of the conference room and waved him over to his side. "If you gentlemen need anything while I'm away, this man is at your service". Mwto'ar then turned and left the room.

As Mwto'ar walked down the cooridor in route to meet the Spacer Guilds Diplomat, he slightly shook his head, "This diplomacy stuff is hard work", he stated to his bodyguard with a slight laugh. He once again made an effort to look his best as the shuttle bay doors opened. He steped inside and awaited the arrivel of the diplomat from SG.

The Amram gently slid into the bay, lightly touching down on the floor under the power of electrokinetic lifters. About a minute after docking, the airlock door jerked open, and a chain ladder rolled out, followed by a tall black vinyl humanoid figure, ladorned with metallic bars tracing bones across the body and wearing the equivalent of a diving air tank and airforce flight helmet.

"Hello."

"Ah, excellent." Black thought it was a bit rude of him to give the briefing, but it was time to get down to business, and quickly.

"Gentlemen, I'm Nathan Black, Secretary of Defense of Adejaani. And unlike most people in my equivalent position, I used to be a uniformed Four Star Admiral, so I'm not a desk weenie." Black pushed two briefing folders to the Snel and Spacer Guilds delegates. Mwto'ar already knew what was in them, anyway.

"Suffice it to say, the campaign against the Sha'Ra went well. By the end of the first phase of the campaign, Coalition Forces had taken Siesana, which is now home to millions, if not billions of people. Siesana is our primary base, with repair and manufacturing of new ships, transports and fighters underway there.

"Since your two nations politely exited the campaign, the conflict has carried on. I have the unfortunate news that the Zoarg race is, unfortunately, no more. Whether they were all consumed or worse, we do not know.

"However, the Sha'Ra have gone on to other races. Like Magnia, for instance, which was an offshoot of survivors from an Adejaani battle group. Using Magnian technologies, some Sha'Ra ships became the equal of ours, though the majority were destroyed.

"Disturbing reports have come to light that the Sha'Ra may be planning an attack on Earth. Coupled with the fact that almost all of the Coalition Fleet is engaged in heavy battle above Siesana..... We can no longer be sure of victory. An attack on Earth would lead to a redeployment of forces from Siesana, which would result in our only large offensive base destroyed, not to mention the millions in losses.

"If Earth is the target, we have no large amounts of space assets to fight them off. Without the population, technological, manufacturing or economic base of Earth to support them, the Coalition Fleet will still lose.

"So you see, gentlemen..... We need your help." Black looked at the two delegates and at Mwto'ar.

"There is a nation called CorpSac, which we believe to be in league with the Sha'Ra, but are trying to keep it a secret. If they are in league, then we must do something about it....."