NationStates Jolt Archive

'Now onto other busisness, I hope to be able to use the Harlequins in dealing with the Elven matter however one cannot rely upon this... As such I am suggesting we start training up some Rangers in case we need to fall back on them, also it may be time to prepare some ground work, I suggest the model used in the Roania Operatives Hunt.' Nods came from the other council members...

'Excellent well then we obviously won't be able to gain direct access to the Target, or to her Kionash still I feel it may be possible to set up within the Martian possesions they have, to that aim select agents to pass as Elven citizens of various nations. Have the correct paper work drawn up, I'm sure we have someone capable of replicating the papers... and have them establish the network, The gates are to remain inactive for now, If and when we need them they shall be informed...'

'Hopefully we should get a chance to have our revenge upon this woman and remove her as a potential future trouble... Actually as to that matter We are going to need some legal system drawn up, something with which to advance the publc side of the operation. Galdern I'm putting that Job in your hands research the matter and present your findings to me.'

((OOC Basically the immigrents once their Covers are complete will move into Aelosia's Martian possesions and get Jobs there. Once in place they shall establish a network of small person sized Webgates, although none of the gates will be switched on. They shall live normal lifes from that point on, get a job, date sometimes, go out drinking etc... in everyway they shall be as a normal citizen of the colony, until they get a message from the council when they shall activate their gates to allow the teams to slip in and leave unnoticed... Well not unnoticedactually they'll be noticed should I say easier?))

The necron ship had been quite easy to see, it had left Venus and taken a straight-line course for almost a day to the Aelosian craftworld. It was a rather alarming vessel, a Cairn class tombship, but it didn't act in a remotely hostile manner. Eventually, it came to a relative stop outside weapons range and signalled the elves, requesting that they send a vessel to meet it.

"Unidentified Necron Vessel. This is the last line Flagship Menegroth, please inform of your position, and purpose here"

"This is the 'Mechanisms of the Gods,' on a diplomatic mission. I believe we were in fact, invited here..." it sent back after a moment.

"Are you the transport of Queen Aelosia's guest? We're expecting a C'tan diplomat, but this...is...not the normal procedure"

"I am his personal vessel," the return transmission said, "nevertheless, I shall leave if you wish it..."

"You can stay, although no warship is allowed to enter the orbit of the Craftworld. Maybe you would like to send some kind of transport or shuttle. If you don't have any, we will provide one luxury shuttle for you. And sorry about the formalities, Sire, but rules are rules"

"This ship does not carry any shuttles at the moment, excluding two military drop-ships. Perhaps that would be best," it sent.

"We can allow that. The Everqueen is already waiting Lord Asirnoth at the dock, Sire, and again sorry about these little nuisances"

Shortly after a slender dagger shape, deep, oily black, shot from the ship, headed towards the appropriate bay in the vast artificial world ahead. It landed smoothly and without incident. The Everqueen was already there, surrounded by a group of soldiers dressed in non-eldar outfits, but in strange latex-looking body suits. As a surprise, she was wearing a long dress adorned with black, gleaming, reptilian scales, complemented with bat like wings - and dark gloves covering her arms.

He emerged, alone, from the ship shortly afterward, dressed in a long and elaborate robe of shimmering white, reflecting an entire spectrum of colours wherever the light caught it, trimmed with an equally iridescent black, and decorated with various gold highlights. He also still had the ornate dragon clasp that he had on the last occasion they had met. Upon seeing the Queen he smiled, a little amused, just a little flattered, and genuinely pleased to see the elf.

The queen advanced, with a feline and seductive pace towards Asirnoth, and finally looked directly into the eyes of the Void-Dragon before making the elaborate, traditional bow of all the sindarin. "Be welcomed to my humble home, the home that I conquered for my people, taking it away from the evil and weak grasp of the eldar. It's an honour to have such company"

Homes had been bought by the Agents who had been supplied with Identifiication from many of the numerous Elven Nations, or nations that simply had an Elven population, the agents had been furnised with a multitude of Qualifications. From Engineers to plumbers, there was no pattern, for such would provide a clue.

The Council's agents now layed low and waited, they hoped for a chance to move against the Queen, they hoped she would visit Mars, as did the council, even if it had to push her in that direction.