NationStates Jolt Archive

From the desk of Robert Blanely, Deputy Foreign affairs minister.

On behalf of the Noviet government I would like to thank his magnificence the Sultan for the opportunity to open diplomatic relations with your country. The President Eric Lincoln also conveys his hopes that this will be a fruitful exchange.

As for the matter of the embassy we will begin construction immediately. As for the consultation of local experts we will as a courtesy hire some locals as advisors for consultation about the climate and the local customs. We will of course be hiring laborers from your local workforce as well. We do have some experience in building in cold climates as we have many embassies around the world. Our embassy will have a basic compliment of fifty staff members. Some will be ambassadors, some security and others support staff, the numbers of each are decided by the individual ambassador and not by the department.

On the subject of embassies We’d like to offer you land in Nova Hope City (NHC) to construct your own embassy. I’m sorry that the grounds are not quite as large as those you have offered us but the land is in the middle of the downtown area and it does already have an office building on it. However with a single word from you we can have the building removed and the rubble cleared in less than a week. The dimensions of the property are 300m*400m making for 12,000m^2, slightly less than the size of our embassy but if problems should arise we will subsidize the building of a larger/taller building to suit your purposes.

The Climate in the NHC area is that of a tropical variety, however I should point out that due to wide spread urbanization, NHC is a city in excess of 370 million people, acidic pollution is a problem on hot days. Smog and other inhaled irritants are also of concern, but we are very skilled in dealing with this so you are more than welcome to contract local developers and inquire about ventilation and filters.

Now onto the diplomatic matters. I’ve been instructed to enter into relations with your country to open up the Vastivian markets for Noviet business. The treaty that’d we would like to sign with you would establish our relations, set the tone for our trade and possible have your country placed under Noviet protect. All of this would need to be discussed face to face so I’d like to dispatch the Noviet ambassador to Vastiva to speak with your officials on the matter.

May this leader reach you in good health;
Robert Blanely

The Sultan laid the letter down upon the antique teak and ivory desk before him. “Rather curious. We are to be protected. I am rather curious as to whom we are to be protected from.”

Raahmid switched which leg was crossed. “It is a rather large world out there, one we have not been long a part. Strong allies would of course be welcome.”

“Allies? Or potential captors? That has always been a question in our past.”
“There is always a way through.” The third party was most assuredly female; her uniform did nothing to detract from her curves or sensuality. Even the coming of grey in her hair enhanced rather then detracted from her natural beauty. “We are within a region. Making contact all around cannot be a bad thing.”
The Sultan swallowed more coffee. “True.”
“If these numbers are correct, we are smaller then their capital city.”
“Also true. But you will note, it is not the large things which cause the greatest trouble, it is the small. We are a tiny market for their goods – our goods in total would not make a dent on their economy. Perhaps they mean to flood us with their things, to cause a dependency?”
“Difficult – lack of infrastructure, lack of use for their goods overall. And they do not seem large enough to ‘improve’ us into such a dependency.”
“It is worth considering. For now, we will of course accept their offer as they have accepted ours. It is of course well known that we treat with such fairly and with honor, so be certain they receive good and proper welcome, and good and proper value for their trade. Kava Noordi-al-Naaman should be finished with his statuary, see that his services are made available to our guests for the modeling of their embassy. We must also see to the appointment of an ambassador.”
“Young Drayaa Kiilgalen has performed well to date. Perhaps it is time for her to look and discover what life in another country is like. For a time, of course.”
General Riva Sola al-Din nodded. “Of course.”
The Sultan finished his coffee. “You will have to brief her in person, my Vizier, and afterwards she must tread carefully. You may want to introduce her to things with a copy of this letter. And the treaty we are entreated to sign.”
“Of course, my Sultan.”
“Very good.” He nodded a bow at both of them. “It is always good to hear from a council such as this, particularly in such informal setting.”
“It is good,” added Raahmid, “to have time for such settings.”
“Indeed.” Riva bowed to the Sultan again. “To your health.”
He returned it. “To your prosperity.”

Akiko Kamigawa sat in the 747 SP as it gracefully glided above the clouds towards the Sisu Vaari airport. She was reading the bios of the last few undecided positions for the ambassadorial staff. Yawning she stood up and made her way to the galley to refill her coffee cup. The black liquid poured in with a rich aroma that made her mouth water. Damn ever since the President started putting this Colombian coffee in the government buildings I haven’t been able to get enough of it. Listening into the cockpit she could here the pilot being prompted by Vastivian air traffic control. We must be approaching their borders. I wonder how cold is cold? Akiko had visions of Inuit coming to greet her as she stepped off the plane. With a shiver she looked down into her cup, yep I’ll definitely be having a fair bit of this.

Climate : subarctic with some areas cold temperate. Inhabited areas are comparatively mild because of the moderating influence of the South Atlantic Current and more then 100,000 lakes. Severe low temperatures vary with latitude, elevation, and distance from the ocean.

Southern region (coldest) ranges from -22F to -126F. Western coast (warmest) ranges from -20F to 72F, with occasional summer temperatures in the high 80s.

Winds in the Southern region have been recorded up to 200 mph, creating dangerous wind chill situations.

Precipitation can reach up to 27 inches annually on the coast to less then a tenth of an inch in the far South.

Even from high above, Sisu Vaari stands out against the bleak landscape, a series of marbles on the snow-laden plain. Each and every building is either glassed and crystaled to within an inch of its life – leading to several thoughts about disco balls – or painted in kaleidoscopic fashion.

Approach to Gardemeister Aeroport shows a continuation of theme. Each building is painted dominantly in red and orange, with decorative paintworks added to the lower edges. Ground crew wears combinations of red and green striping, red and orange striping, red and yellow striping, or solid red. Each and every appears to be designed for maximum visibility.

As the plane taxied towards the gate, the pilot is repeatedly warned “Do not open the outer door until the tramway is firmly affixed to the plane”.

With a jar, it meets – with a hiss, it seals itself to the side of the plane with a simple vacuum.

“Welcome to Sisu Vaari, where the local time is 1154 am, the local temperature a balmy -4 degrees Celsius. Precipitation is expected by late afternoon.”

As Akiko steps into the airport proper, the tallish man tucks his silver baton under his left arm, and with his right hand touches his forehead, heart, then spreads his hand out as his body folds into a deep bow. The similarly dressed woman to his right follows suit almost immediately, straightening only after he has.

The central figure wears a loose fitting burnoose, at first appearing to be of deep blue cloth richly embroidered with silver runes and patterns; but as he moves the inside and lining became more in evidence as fur and leather cunningly worked to allow full freedom of movement with little availability of the wearer to the elements. His boots are decorated with a double strand of silver thread woven into patterns mimicking those on the burnoose; a double looping anklet of small silver coins and runestones adorns his left boot. Topping the ensemble off, a blue-white turban with silver ribbon wrapped into its folds over a simple red headcloth.

“Ab-shalom, and greetings, my friends. I am Raahmid Javani, Grand Vizier of the Sultanate of Vastiva. This is my aide, Drayaa Kiilgalen” – the woman bowed again as her name was mentioned – “and our temporary companion, Major Ahmad Jokela who sees that things in our airport go according to the desires of our Sultan.” The Major satisfies himself with a deep head nod, almost Japanese in style.

Javani makes no motion to introduce or even pay attention to the several uniformed individuals with bullpup style rifles posted around the room.

“We are most pleased to make your acquaintance in this most remarkable occasion. It is regretful that the environment has not seen fit to greet you with overly pleasant weather, though the snow yesterday was quite sufficient. Still, this is what we are in winter.

"I am sure it will be more remarkable when our Sultan greets you in more formal surroundings tonight. Would that you would accept our humble lodgings as your own until such time as your own dwelling is constructed? Our Sultan has placed a goodly part of the eastern guest wing at your disposal if such meets with your approval.

“If you would not like to look around our small airfield, perhaps we could retire to the Palace before the weather changes and does demonstrate its potential?”

OOC: nice

Dressed in a warm fur pelt over top the military issue cold weather gear Akiko looked stylish to say the least. A cute Japanese girl about 5’5 or so in height she had those doe like brown eyes that were only complimented by the pelt she wore over her unsightly military garb. Normally she would not have worn such a visually unappealing affair but it was flattered by her overcoat and not seen to any casual observers, though in her experience some tended to stare at her. The reasoning of her government was it was better for her to be over dressed then for the foreign affairs minister to have to explain to her family why she died of hypothermia in a country most Noviets have never heard of.. After being greeted by Raahmid Javani the Grand Vizier, his aide, and the Major Akiko smiled and removed her fur hat. Smiling a cute smile perfected to inspire trust she gave deep bows to each of the delegates introduced to her. Still smiling she spoke up, “It is such an honor to meet each of you. I am Akiko Kamigawa the Noviet ambassador to your country. I look forward to working with all of you, but for you Grand Vizier I have a special gift. It is a pen.” Waiting for the quizzical look that was sure to follow Akiko smiled again and explained further.
“That pen is an example of some of our cutting edge technology. Approximately the same strength as diamond that pen is nigh invulnerable. It is also uses a laser as apposed to ink to write on a surface, so it will need to be charged. We did this because we know that writing with ink here must not always be the easiest task.” Akiko smiled again and boasted “That pen will outlive everyone in this room.” With a small giggle she straightened herself once again before addressing the Vizier in a more official tone.
“As for my schedule and accommodations I will leave that to the convenience of your government, I’m sure everything will be fine. As for meeting the Sultan I would be very pleased to as I have a gift for him as well. I hope that de does like it because it has more of a personal touch from me about it.” Akiko bowed once again and smiled “At your convenience Grand Vizier.”

Barely audible from the Major. “In Vastiva, we often use pencil to prevent forest fires.”

The Grand Vizier either did not hear, or chooses not to, and instead looks the pen over with an artisan’s interest. “A finer model I have not seen. Later, perhaps it will become clear how such a laser does not set the paper itself afire in long use. Most interesting indeed, and a most fine heirloom.”
He bows again. “My humble appreciation is yours and your nations. Yet I ask for your pardon, as we must make some haste to remain ahead of the weather.”

The small party is lead to an elevator, hidden behind a façade, and from there drops nearly two stories into the ground. Upon exiting, they are within a subterranean subway station. A red carpet leads the way from the elevator to the waiting car, the underside of which cannot be seen – the tracks swim in a chilling fog.

“After you, Madame Emissary.” Javani performs another of his sweeping bows.

The car is obviously meant to transport in style, but transportation is its main goal. Once the party is onboard, seated, and belted – “Apologies, but necessary” - into the plushly comfortable seats, the doors hiss shut and the train accelerates, at first slowly, then exponentially.

Javani smiles and shrugs when the sudden burst of speed strikes, pushing everyone into the deep plush from their hindquarters to headrests. “Supercold, supermagnets, bullet train. It seemed logical when we put this one to common use twenty years ago. There is much you can do when unencumbered by war or great international concerns. Still, there is an advantage to… ah, our stop. If you would step this way, Madame Emissary?”

Where the first station was modern – albeit modern Russia at the end of the Soviet era – this one is nearly a step back in time. Red stone is dominant, but brass designs and inlays are evident in the tiles on the floor, the facings of stone, and even the subtle light sources above. The whole nearly glows with impressions of flames, an impression not reduced in the least by the two guards in what could best be described as Mongol armor standing by the only evident exit – a set of red stone stairs leading upwards.

At the top, a second set of guards closes red wooden doors over the rough hewn stairs, and a second illusion is given; that of a tented hallway. Silk drapes from all around, embracing each in the illusion of being in a tent. Chandeliers hanging from each apex give gentle illumination. Doors are evident through silken arches at several points along the hallway; Javani leads them to the far right set, choosing one apparently at random.

“This, and the two further down” – he indicates them with a sweep of his palm – “are to be yours until such time as your embassy is complete. At that end of the hall is access to the rest of the wing; regretfully, we have no other guests at this time, though we do expect others to arrive now and again. Our Sultan has indicated that his home is to be your home, so all facilities are yours to use as you will. My Drayaa will be available to you at all times; our Sultan has made that room across the hall hers for as long as her services are required or requested.”

“What are in these other rooms?”

“Ah, apologies, but most are unoccupied at present. If you would prefer another of them, please feel free to move as you will. I do request that you inform Drayaa or one of the standing guards of such a move, for our own edification, but your movements are to be unhampered.”

“And the other set of double doors, at the far end?”

Javani performs another bow. “Apologies, but my Sultan has indicated that those are to remain closed and enigmatic for the time being, as in part they do lead to formal dining chambers. It is his wish that you not see them until our evening repast, which he has ordered be served at five pm, local; I must now seek your pardon to attend to the details. But please, feel free to explore, to make yourself comfortable, to test our hospitality as you will. Our kitchens, larders, and cellar are all open to you if what you find within each room does not suit. Our Sultan’s home is your home. Namaste.”

He bows again and starts to turn, but stops.

“One further thing, if I may. Please do not attempt to open what you may perceive as windows shedding sunlight into your rooms, or most of the rooms in this wing. The panels transmit sunlight – or on occasion a good facsimile – and occasionally warmth, but they lead nowhere but the rock itself. This wing is in good part within Mount Fafin itself, and it would not do for guests to… injure themselves. If you require something from your plane, please indicate such to the guards, and they will arrange for the car to whisk you there and back, at your direction.”

bump

As soon as they were left alone Akiko’s body guards opened up their briefcases and took out an assortment of strange tools and monitoring devices and began moving about the room. Her driver/pilot retired to his quarters and her attendant began to make ready her things for the evening’s function. Stripping off the warm over coats and military garb she stretched herself out long wiggling her fingers and toes to clear the stiffness that had set in from the, in her opinion, uncomfortable clothing. Once the NNAO agents had finished sweeping her room and pronounced it bug free they excused themselves to the adjacent rooms to do the same. Now alone but for her personal attendant Akiko changed out of her office wear and into a comfortable silk kimono to rest in. Turning to her attendant she smiled and asked,
“What do you think?”
“Of the place, the Grand Vizier or the hunk of a major that was with him?” the two girls giggled as old friends. Akiko made a cat like swipe in the air and a small ‘rawr’ noise before composing herself.
“I meant the Grand Vizier or the place. Honestly Jo you think with your crotch so much one might think you were a man.” Akiko giggled at her own joke and her blonde assistant stuck her tongue out at her before answering.
“Well he is a professional diplomat.” Pausing as she smoothed the wrinkle from Akiko’s evening wear she continued, “You did I assume catch the major’s comment about the pen?” Akiko nodded. She had heard the major, it was slightly rude but he had pointed out the flaw that gave their scientists a good deal of trouble in creating the pen. She shrugged I’m sure the Vizier will see that there’s a sheet in the back to take out and place over the object your writing on. The pen’s laser doesn’t come into contact with the paper merely this sheet which imprints onto the paper underneath. A bit rude of him to look down on a technology years ahead of anything he’s ever seen, most likely. Joanne continued knowing her friend would sit there for awhile longer if she didn’t.
“Well, while looking somewhat skeptical he took the gift for what it was, a gift although he did make a minor comment on it.”
“Mmm, if that’s the type of attitudes around here I will have to make sure I so not say anything incongruous to local conventional wisdom. Not an easy task if I’m lead into a leading situation but,” Akiko smiled
“I’ll manage.” Joanne chuckled at her friend. Akiko ever the optimist. I just hope no one gets drunk and tries to make any slipshod advances on her. No, no, this is a respectable diplomatic function no one will be acting inappropriate here. Because Akiko will break their leg and crack three ribs. Joanne caught herself giggling at her thoughts. A quizzical look from Akiko prompted her to smile and explain.
“Oh, I was just thinking of the inauguration ceremony for Prime Minister Isobe. You and Malcolm Hadley’s son got along so well.*” A mild blush could be seen over Akiko’s nose and cheeks she looked like a peacock ruffling feathers, indignant yet still beautiful. Turning on her heel she shot over her shoulder,
“Well at least I wasn’t the one who was so drunk I agreed to the threesome and once rejected made off with him for a fortnight.” Joanne was agape, watching Akiko as she made her way towards the bed to nap off the jet lag until dinner.

Raahmid took his time seriously. After overseeing the kitchen staff - which mostly meant tasting this and that because he could do so without having to listen to the squabbling of the chefs - and insuring the integrity of the Sultan's Third Dining Room, he found a moment to nip off to his office to catch up on some of the paperwork that was forever piling up.

Going through tedium reports on the computer was no trouble at all - point and click, he decided, had been created by a genius - but there were some matters which paper and pen did a better job. He noted the progress of the launch platform at their colony of Sisu Arshu with only some interest - the project was headed on schedule, provided some complete fool did not mistake the intent as some sort of weapon and attempt to blow it up - and reviewed the numbers of "colonists" being exported, the number of natives being nationalized, the listings of various pieces being added to Vastivan Cultural Integrity Centers... a few caught his attention for a closer view at a later time, and he removed the pen given him by the Nova Hope diplomat to make a few notations.

The list immediately caught fire. Startled, Raahmid dropped the pen and pounded out the small blaze - only to notice his carpet had now caught fire.
Logic and panic fought, and logic won - he grabbed back the pen and clicked it off before stomping out the ground fire.

He looked at the hole in his carpet. Fortunately, it was small, and this carpet was nothing more then common weave, having been replaced three times in his time in office due to excessive wear. Still... he considered the pen again, a bit closer this time. Aha, a small chamber in the back... with delicacy, he removed the waxy sheet from inside and looked it over for a time before reading the instructions printed on yet another scroll within.

Remarkable.

OOC Assumes Joanne is not going to wake Akiko at this one.

IC:
Around 1 pm local, a soft knock at the door revealed Drayaa Kiilgalen standing there in a simple burnoose over a robe and sandals combination.

“Many apologies and a deepfelt request for your pardon, but the Grand Vizier did direct me to request answers to a few questions of an informal nature before the reception tonight?”

Upon entry, she glances about as if to reassure herself that Akiko is not present.

“Your pardon, but were there any food allergies our chefs should be made aware of, or any foodstuffs that would be offensive to you or yours that should be avoided? At this juncture, the menu will be primarily fish in origin, as is our custom, but other dishes can be added."

She nods and blushes before adding "Much of our staff were trained by Hirouyuki Sakai, Chen Kenichi, and Mario Batali. We are rather well able to achieve special requests in a limited time.”

At about one or there about, local time, Joanne heard a mild knocking at the door. Cinching her own kimono about her she smiled at the mirror in the room. Yes I look presentable, besides it the private quarters. She smiled. I love kimonos, they look acceptable at any occasion. Hearing the knock a gain she jumped slightly, right the door. Sashaying over to the in an exclusively feminine manner she continued to be half in her dream, I wonder what they’ll be serving at dinner. The country information suggested a seafood diet. Hmm, I wonder shellfish or fish? Bringing herself to a more coherent state she smiled and opened the door to the hallway. Taking in the simple dress of the woman before her she sized her up as her visitor apologized for the interruption and asked about preparations for the night. Listening kindly Joanne replied in a sweet voice, that she hoped bespoke an appreciation for the awkwardness that Vastivian must be feeling.
“How very considerate of you, well let me think.” Joanne paused and considered making a special request for herself but she knew that it was frowned upon by the ministry, they were expecting a report on the meals of the ruling elite. With visions of garlic buttered muscles leaving her she continued. “There are no allergies but you should be aware that Akiko is not fond of meat. She’s taken to not eating it, a vegetarian of sorts. As for special requests beyond that there are none, we’d like to dine as the people here would. As for the fish, well that’s fine. Most of our food is fish, you can’t build a city on the ocean, so its our primary source of food.” Joanne waited until the Vastivian had absorbed that information before enquiring.
“I must ask you, are there any customs regarding the giving of gifts in this country? We would not want to give a gift inappropriately, and we wouldn’t want to give an inappropriate gift.” Joanne smiled at her little run of words as she waited on the reply.

Drayaa nodded, absorbing this. “It is the usual custom of our Sultan to make all comfortable within such gatherings – if there is any request of any of your Emissary’s staff, we would gladly strive to fulfill it. Our primary source is the sea, though the climate does allow for some winter grains, and we do maintain greenhouses of some specialty ”

“Gifts?” She ponders. “To present a naked weapon is to strive for war, to present a naked blade is to request a duel. A sheathed or cased weapon can be a gift, on such occasions. Shoes or footwear is usually taken as an oath, such as when closing a contract. As to time, on grand formal occasions, such things as gifts are displayed first to the Grand Vizier, or a Vizier if the Grand Vizier is not present, or to whomever is acting as the Sultans second for the time. But this is rather informal, and as such, they may and perhaps should be presented directly. Your Emissary and staff will be placed to the right of our Sultan, in order, and the setting is intended peacefully and… informally.”

She pauses. “We are regretful that other consulates have not yet made themselves present, but perhaps this will make for a more intimate gathering between the small group present?”

Joanne stifled a chuckle, she didn’t really have any plans on presenting any naked women but it was always good to know. When the other officials were mentioned she spoke up,
“I think there’s been a misunderstanding. The other members of our embassy staff won’t be coming until we’ve made some decisions about this place. We wanted to get to understand your ways before we brought in a number of people, any number of which could do something offensive. You see with our limited knowledge of your history and background we didn’t want to step in the proverbial poo, if you know what I mean.” I can’t believe that our ministry didn’t communicate that to these people, oh crap I hope they didn’t cook a meal for a lot of people.
“We’d hoped that the gala event could be held after the key player had gotten to know one another.” Joanne smiled a bit nervously, she really hoped that this wasn’t going to be a problem, this was just the way the Noviet government worked. Akiko and herself were a cultural reconnaissance team, they were the ones who were going to be briefing the embassy staff, a hard task if they’d not seen how these people operate.

Drayaa looks blankly back. “Please to excuse, we did not think there would be more planes tonight or for some time. I intended to say, if you or the driver, or some other member who is here did desire something specific to partake of during this, or wherever repast is to be taken, it could be provided if possible. And this is not… ‘gala’. The Sultan desired informality, a dinner to meet and… chat? To get to know, to feel comfortable with.”

“Our Sultan had invited other diplomats to attend, but as you see, they have not arrived. So we… make due?” A small smile. “Our Sultan adapts well to such events, as socialism is something he does not get much of in his duties here.”

She paused, thinking. “I think I have a small book about our history in my room, would you like it?”

Greetings to the Vastiva Nation. Through recent radio communications, we found it much better to see if possible to visit the Vastiva Homeland, so as to get to know each other better then just radio frequencies. Upon your agreeing to this, we will send our Ambassador, Grief Markus XXVIII. He would be accompanied Head Keeper Agren Hank and Keeper Mak Tu. Discussion of the building of our embassy and your embassy would be discussed at any time you please, if it is alright to arrive in your nation. As soon as confirmed, our airship will depart. We request helipad loactions, since the transport is small and does not require the need of a runway to slow down or land.

Central Department of Relations

--Head Controller--
Oppersa Malsse I

To : Head Controller Oppersa Malsse I

Sir, currently the Aeroport is under blizzard conditions. Landing with a helicopter is not advised, but can be attempted though we give fair warning of winds up to 75 mph during such storms. Our suggestion would be something fixed wing if it is absolutely necessary to travel in this weather, or to wait until the storm moves off. We project such within 24 hours.

Major Ahmad Jokela
Gardemeister Aeroport
Sisu Vaari, Vastiva

***

Raahmid looked over the letter from Hammerite Sanctur, wondered briefly what a "head keeper" was for, then noted that another would be present for dinner. This meant a few more notations and another maid on the guest wing... and what did these people eat?

TO: Major Ahmad Jokela
FROM: Head Controller Oppersa Malsse I

Dear me, we aren't intending to land by conventional helicopter. Our AirShips are not at all like helicopters, these vessels have been developed to fly with anti-grav generators. We have very few of them due to our budget, but nonetheless, the are quite versatile. We have AirShip on the way, it will arrive in due time. We thank you for your concern of weather conditions.

OOC Modern Technology with anti-gravity devices? Uhm, yeah. And a wind of 75 mph is still going to make your life rough.

OOC: Well, the roughness is fine, choppers wuold be all over the place though. And we dont have any toher type of airtransport. And i think anti-grav, even though it is considered future tech, is still fine. I like to be a nation with both types, i like sci-fi

IC: AirShip B3 is requesting landing confirmation. over.

OOC I'll work with it, but please observe the line and do not step too far over it?

IC:
"Airship B3, what are your craft dimensions? Runways are covered and unusuable at this juncture. Helipads are covered and unusable. Hanger Bay
C-3 is unoccupied and heated, Hanger Bays C-1, C-4, and D-2 are unoccupied and can be heated if larger craft. Please be advised, weather conditions deteriorating, emergency services units response limited by weather conditions. Crosswinds to 75 mph reported, visibility zero, current temperature sans wind chill -10 and falling. We have you on scope and can lead in vocally or by signal. Gardemeister Control Over."

Joanne smiled, oops the cultural misunderstanding was made by me, heh.
“Oh, well thank you, no we don’t want anything special done for us. Just don’t serve Akiko meat.” Joanne smiled sheepishly, trying to shrug off her little faux pas.
“And I’d love to have that little book, it would help me sooo much.” Joanne smiled, this woman was being very kind to her. If she’s the typical Vastivian then this assignment will be great.

Confirmed. Hangar bay C-3 sounds good, send in co-ordinates. No signal or voice in, I'm gonna free fly, heheh. Over.

"Are you crazy Mitch?"

"No, just like flying. Don't worry Hank, all is well"


The craft flys around dangerously awaiting co-ordinates, making both Keepers very nervous.

Confirmed. Hangar bay C-3 sounds good, send in co-ordinates. No signal or voice in, I'm gonna free fly, heheh. Over.

"Are you crazy Mitch?"

"No, just like flying. Don't worry Hank, all is well"


The craft flys around dangerously awaiting co-ordinates, making both Keepers very nervous.

(long pause)
"Coordinates to follow, emergency crews are standing by. Please be advised of seventy-five mile per hour cross winds and zero visibility. Please be advised, snowfall has reached +1 inch in the last forty minutes. Please be advised, storm ionization will play havoc with your radar and other sensors. Please be advised, we are redirecting you to Hanger Bay D-2 as it is the furthest from the main complex that is available and we cannot endanger our aeroport.

"Please be advised, there is currently an offering of 5 to 2 against your gaining safe entry without significant damage under those conditions. Good luck, Airship B3. Recordings have been made in the case of crash with fatalities".


OOC How far ahead of modern technology is your tech level????

Joanne smiled, oops the cultural misunderstanding was made by me, heh.
“Oh, well thank you, no we don’t want anything special done for us. Just don’t serve Akiko meat.” Joanne smiled sheepishly, trying to shrug off her little faux pas.
“And I’d love to have that little book, it would help me sooo much.” Joanne smiled, this woman was being very kind to her. If she’s the typical Vastivian then this assignment will be great.

Drayaa nods a bow again - "It shall be but a moment." - and heads out the door.

(ooc will put the text up in a bit)

Airship B3 has received co-ordinates to D-2 hangar. Flying in now.

"This is gonna be fun"

"Tu, remind me to discharge him when we land, if we land, we are still alive, or he is still alive please."

The airship heads towards the hangar, the ship is being tossed around like it was a helicopter. The keepers were never told of such bad weather, or the idiocy of the pilot. Airship B3 is now within 1000 ft of the hangar coming in quite fast, the keepers tell him to brake but he doesn't listen. The ship comes crashing into the hangar, fortunatley doing more damage to the cockpit are than the passengers. (OOC I let you decide hangar damage)

- - - -

"Tu is he alive still?"

"Yes sir, shall we discharge him now?"

"Yes we shall. He is now discharged from the army of the Hammer, he is no more a member of the Hammer nation for attempted harm of government officials, considered enemy to any friend nation."

"Well, I believe we shall be on our way to the main section."

"Alright Tu. Vastivian crew you may discard the ship. And the pilot."

Airship B3 has received co-ordinates to D-2 hangar. Flying in now.

"This is gonna be fun"

"Tu, remind me to discharge him when we land, if we land, we are still alive, or he is still alive please."

The airship heads towards the hangar, the ship is being tossed around like it was a helicopter. The keepers were never told of such bad weather, or the idiocy of the pilot. Airship B3 is now within 1000 ft of the hangar coming in quite fast, the keepers tell him to brake but he doesn't listen. The ship comes crashing into the hangar, fortunatley doing more damage to the cockpit are than the passengers. (OOC I let you decide hangar damage)

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"Tu is he alive still?"

"Yes sir, shall we discharge him now?"

"Yes we shall. He is now discharged from the army of the Hammer, he is no more a member of the Hammer nation for attempted harm of government officials, considered enemy to any friend nation."

"Well, I believe we shall be on our way to the main section."

"Alright Tu. Vastivian crew you may discard the ship. And the pilot."

At the speed the ship comes in, the hanger all but tears apart, with the roof collapsing and mostly being blown away.

Emergency crew fights the wind and arrives in PolarBear emergency vehicles in 45 minutes, losing only one of four vehicles when the hanger wall falls on it.

Heavilly thermaled ER service personel take the Hammerite Ambassador, Head Keeper and Keeper into a PolarBear. Even the twenty seconds exposure to the subarctic conditions causes core temperatures to drop in all three. The copilot they ignore as pulpy messes can be cleaned up later just as well. After some discussion, the pilot is put in a stretcher and moved over, though the gale-force winds nearly throw the two bearers and pilot into the darkness.

"A thousand pardons, Emissary, but we will discard him later if it please you."

One PolarBear remains behind to rescue the crew of the semi-crushed PolarBear, the other two travel slowly into the ER bunker. Once inside, the pilot is transferred to Gardemeister Health Center for treatment for multiple broken (well, mostly everything), internal hemorrhaging, and a well-advanced case of general insanity. As he arrives, the report of request by the Hammerite Ambassador to "discard" the pilot is made known, and other things occur...

The Hammerite Ambassador, Head Keeper and Keeper are checked for hypothermia and injuries and treated by the ER trauma teams - if additional aid is required, they're transported to Gardemeister Health Center. If not, they are escorted by two armed members of the VAS to the bullet train, and from there to their rooms in the long hallway where staff already has on hand hot coffee, tea, a supply of nuts, and pastries.

Drayaa greets them with a low bow and genuflection. "My apologies, but the remainder of our diplomatic staff is otherwise engaged. My room is there if you have any needs, else you may inform any of the staff of your needs and they will be seen to immediately. Dinner will be at five pm, our Sultan bids you attend if your episode did not cause great damage, and bids me relay that if you can not attend, he will not be offended. Our staff can with some alacrity make ready any garments you desire, within some reason. We are sorry your luggage could not be removed from your craft, but conditions are worsening at a fast rate. We will see that anything aboard is retreived in the morning. Naamaste," and she bows again, leaving them to the well-decorated room.


OOC at this windspeed, a helicopter would be a pinwheel. A 747 would be a flipped coin. I'll assume some additional stability...

Communication from your room to the outside world is completely impossible by any means, but the comm room is open for your use.

OOC highlights of the text given to Joanne by Drayaa. Note - Vastivans use very roundabout and ... colorful language owing to their Moorish/German Jew/Gypsy/Finnish/Laap/Tlingit heritage.

The History of the Sultanate of Vastiva

Vastiva was founded in 1113 by the Ayyubid (Moorish) Prince Fafin’ad Sahir’ al-Din. His fleet of ships, having set course for Edessa suffered tragic and unforeseen difficulties as their chief navigator was killed in a freak storm and most of his equipment rendered useless. The fleet sailed onwards, guided by the sole remaining navigator, an apprentice named Kilij Arslan. Unfortunately, Kilij was unskilled and the fleet sailed into a land of inhospitable ice and snow. Supplies exhausted, Fafin was forced to make landfall and search for supplies. Legend has it the Prince had nearly given up hope when he spotted a small golden-furred feline among some scrub brush. Tracking the animal, he came across a small pond, well stocked with fish. His men used nets to gain their fill, saving them from starvation and gaining the animal (now the national animal) its name of Tabu Nekku, or “Lucky Cat”.

Over the next four years, Prince Fafin subjugated several local tribes and bonded them together into a militaristic “nation”. He named himself Sultan, and took pains to expand his control over the region.

Sultan Fafin died in a battle with raiding Vikings, which his men then butchered without prisoners. The Sultanate then passed to his son, Siiking al-Din Shumash.

Over the centuries, Vastiva did nothing spectacular to gain international attention. It’s people became increasingly self-contained, for some hundred years becoming completely isolated from the rest of the world, almost to the point of believing their land was all that existed! This changed in 1615 at the Sultanate of Durin Shi’vash Estioli, who “rediscovered” the neighboring nation of Alvaardland – and promptly subjugated it. This was dimly viewed by Alvaardland’s allies, who declared war on Vastiva, resulting in 10 years of constant guerilla and small-unit combat. Vastiva emerged victorious, three times its original size – and with an economy in complete ruins. Merging the five populations proved too much of a problem for Durin, who abdicated at the point of a scimitar in favor of his cousin, Eola Sinitii al-Din. She had him put into internal banishment in the city of Kjik’kjak and took control of the government. Her reign is most often referred to as the “Red Sultanship”; she killed off roughly 30% of the combined population during her “reorganization and re-education” projects. Vastiva was thrown, kicking and screaming, into the 17th century.

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During the Second World War, Finnish commandoes blew up the two installations involved in distilling heavy water from its southern landlocked lakes, which in turn insured Nazi Germany would never be able to complete its nuclear projects. The Nazi forces abandoned Vastiva in 1941 as the Eastern Front opened. As a result, Vastiva was used as a depot for the Lend-Lease projects, as a refuge for many thousands fleeing Germany and Nazi extermination (most of whom decided to stay), and as a gold and “liberated goods” repository by the Nazi’s during the latter years of the War.

Vastiva used its newfound wealth – which was “nationalized” in 1947, after goods known to belong elsewhere were exported to their native lands – to build up its infrastructure. The goodwill generated by its “expatriation” of stolen artworks did allow for much more to be gotten then might have otherwise been possible. This almost started Vastiva on the path to a real economy and a presence in the international community. 1948 and the onset of the “Cold War” caused this project to derail, until by 1955 Vastiva’s hopes of international trade were all but forgotten as it sought to evade domination by Soviet Bloc forces. In 1963, in response to the Cuban Missile Crisis, NATO forces secretly exported several B-52 Stratofortress bombers and an undisclosed number of nuclear bombs for use in “Operation : Triplet”. These troops were reinforced with a “loaned” reinforced tank division in 1968 and a large number of “military advisors”; the advisors were then removed in 1970 as Vastiva was “successfully bribed” by Soviet forces and weakly joined the Soviet Bloc in return for two T-10 Heavy Tanks and several T-62 and T-72 main battle tanks.

In 1989, Vastiva officially withdrew from the Soviet Bloc – an act which went virtually unnoticed by the world. Once again, it began a slide into virtual isolationism.

The discovery of vast deposits of uranium in the inhospitable southlands and the sudden death of Sultan Vaada Kivaa al-Din (he choked on his toast before giving a speech - and as was behind the curtain before being introduced, no one saw him drop) changed all of this. In a relative eye blink, Vastiva went from a fourth rate country to one with something everyone wanted. And its national leader went from an old isolationist to a relatively young expansionist, the current ruler, Sultan Sinjin Lefkowitz al-Din. The prior Sultan might have razed all the southern woodlands to get at the mineralogical treasure trove, but the new Sultan was somewhat more interested in ecological welfare. Mining was begun, but as more limited tunneling then the more efficient strip-mining methods. This meant first that the mines have the potential to go on for hundreds of miles, all subterranean. This also meant the ecologies above would remain relatively undisturbed.

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Vastiva has a very long tradition of doing things in sweeping, huge gestures. This is expected to be an offshoot of the Arab hospitality traditions, and the necessities of life in the climate Vastiva exists within. During storm conditions, all families are expected to take in whomever comes to their door without question, and treat the wayfarer as an honored guest. Failure to do so is seen as a strike against their family honor, and can have dire results.

"We all will be glad to appear for dinner. We assure you anything you have to eat is alright for us. All of us wish to sleep right now. Please wake us when dinner happens."

Already knowing most people don't know what a keeper is,"As you are probably wondering what a Keeper is. We are the nations archive holders, ancient and modern. Also we are in charge of handling the money. The archives are in our brains, neuraly implanted databanks. I thank you for disposing of the pilot, he was a real nut, he tried convincing the Ambassador to put himself in a tub of hot fudge, even though we didn't have one. Oh, how foolish of us, we didn't introduce ourselves. I am Keeper Mak Tu, this is Head Keeper Agren Hank and this is our Ambassador Grief Markus XXVIII."

After the chat the members of the Hammerite nation take time to sleep before dinner.

“… and when they arrived here, my Vizier, they made it known their cultural databanks are within hardwired neural nets within their brains. They wished to sleep, and the NovaHope delegation had no further need of my services, so it was appropriate to come here at once to report, my Vizier.”

Raahmid sucked on the end of a pencil – stopping once to make sure it was a pencil and not that fascinating pen he had pointed at his palate.

“It would appear the entire nation is insane. Who would have their delegates to an unknown country flown in by someone who would fail a simple psych test? It would also,” he rose and tapped the pencil slowly against his chin while pacing, “appear they are perhaps testing you. It is currently impossible for a neural net of that level of sophistication to exist, and most likely will remain so for some time to come. A storyteller, perhaps - but even an android is far beyond the technology of anyone in the modern world. A cybernetic database directly connected to the human neurology would be simply fantastic. Consider, the most advanced nation we know of has at best a system which neutralizes vertigo in pilots, and can project through laser technologies an enhanced image into a pilot’s eye via their helmets. But these would be infantile when compared to a direct neural, accessible, and consistent database. That remains in the far future. So therefore, my Drayaa, you must be the victim of a rather harmless bit of humor from that delegation.”

Drayaa blushed and genuflected. “Yes, my Vizier, this one sees your wisdom. It did sound incredible…”

“Yes, but far too incredible, I’m afraid. You are, of course, forgiven your naivety, as the ways of those from other lands is still unknown to you. Has their pilot been properly seen to?”

“Yes, my Vizier. If this one may, my Vizier, this one humbly asks for the right to…”

Raahmid waved idly. “Of course, of course. It would only be sensible. Now, I must decide whom I shall inflict the Hammerite Sanctur sense of humor on.”

Drayaa bowed. “Of course, my Vizier. Namaaste”. She quickly backed up, turned, and left Raahmid to his work, quietly fuming at being made a fool of by those diplomats.


OOC Hardwired neural nets are absolutely futuretech. This is modern tech, meaning up to about 2020, possibly to 2050 but you're a brand new nation, Hammerite Sanctur, so do keep it reasonable not Star Trek. I've read The Physics of Star Trek and talked with Lawrence Krauss about such. I've also discussed neural networks with engineers and biologists - while there is a plausibility, we are very far from combining something like that with the standard human brain, particularly for data storage.

If you want to play Futuretech, ok, but this is ModernTech.

While the others were sleeping, Mak Tu was thinking to himself. I'm sure fooled the Vastivian. Neural implants? Ha, the science development team had trouble producing cold fusion, how would it be smart enough to play around with the brain. Besides, we do keep archives, just not in our brains, we memorize a few important things, but not the whole archive. Hank deals with the older archives, I deal with the middle ages, the others deal with the other ones. Although, those scientists did find out how to create anti-gravity, maybe I should give them SOME credit. Then Mak Tu drifts off to sleep...

At precisely 5 pm there is a firm knock at the door. On the other side, a herald carrying a scroll waits.

“A thousand pardons, but it is nearly time. If it may be possible, might I inquire as to your full titles, to be announced to the Sultan?... yes, all of you. It is the Sultan’s desire all attend, though most assuredly he will understand if this request is not in the realm of the possible.”

A look outside the door shows a drapery has been placed between the two parties, splitting the hallway in half. The herald then walks you to the large double doors, which are attended by two obvious guards with large scimitars. They open the doors swiftly and silently.

Inside, the room reminds you of an Arabian night – the red draped walls waft slowly in the desert breeze, the faint hint of moonlight shines through their translucence. Long thin tables have been arranged around the edge, some bearing covered dishes, some bearing elegantly wrought teapots, some holding covered dishes over a bed of hot coals. The floor – what can be seen – is a thick covering of patterned rugs; more of it is covered in pillows, laid in two columns which together almost make a V, one to either side of a central area delineated by a large red rug woven with patterns in gold thread. Drayaa stands at the head of the column to the left of the doorway, an unnamed woman in a blue robe stands at the head of the column to the right.

At the apex of both columns is a staggering pile of pillows, made from a boggling number of fabrics and furs, upon which sits a middle aged man, a thick black beard upon his face, his garments of fine white fabric and held in place with gold-edged cord. With a gesture, he beckons the heralds enter and announce each group.


OOC ok, it's about half of what I planned, but there's something to start working with.

When the door sounded at five Akiko was just putting the finishing touches on her evening wear. With Akiko safely around a corner Joanne, dressed to the nines, answered the door to greet the herald. Hearing him out she smiled in acknowledgement,
“Aah yes. Well one of our party members will not be coming, my apologies. But the other four will be. Myself I am the Noviet Ambassadorial attaché to Vastiva. Akiko, the leader of this delegation is the Noviet Ambassador to Vastiva. Our driver slash pilot is one Captain Marcus O’Brian and the other man accompanying us is NNAO agent Feng Zhu. Please announce Akiko, myself, Marcus and then Feng.” At that moment Akiko stepped out from behind the corner with her apparel fixed to positions that made her happy.
“There, I’m ready to go in.” Akiko smiled and smoothed an errant hair behind her head so that the perfect array of lifted hair wasn’t spoiled. Moving forward the flowing bottom of the ankle length sleek black dress swayed causing the light to glitter over the bejeweled oriental style dragon giving the illusion that it was prowling.
“Wait,” Bending back behind the corner she picked up a long cylindrical case, “Can’t forget the gift.” Walking towards the herald she took his hand. Akiko mingled the their two cultures slightly with a gracious oriental bow and speaking up,
“Ab-shalom my good man, I’m looking forward to this dinner.” Judging his reaction she didn’t feel she had over stepped any bounds she allowed her delegation to be lead into the Arabic looking hall. Taking in the scenery Akiko made certain cross cultural references and generally tried to size up the situation. The party had already gathered that they were to be announced and simply stood at the door awaiting the herald’s announcement.

At the sound of the door, Mak Tu answered the door.

"Good Evening good sir. All of us will be attending, my full title is Keeper Mak Tu, Keeper of the Middle ages. This is Head Keeper Agren Hank, Keeper of the Ancient Times, we are here for any questions about our history your delegation may have. Finally, this is Ambassador Grief Markus XXVIII, here to serve relations to all present. We have a gift from us to the nation, it is the symbol of the Hammer Nation, a hammer, carved from our finest ore, Lorthium."

After the short exchange, the Hammer delegation is led into the hall, then to the dining room, awaiting to be announced to the Vastivian delegation.

The doorman knocks on the floor thrice with a long brass pole, signaling the first herald.

“BE IT KNOWN BY ALL WHO RESIDE HEREIN, HERE SUMMONED TO THE PRESENCE OF OUR SULTAN, THE ACTING EMBASSY OF NOVA HOPE.

(announces Akiko, Joanne, Marcus and then Feng. After each announcement, the person on the pillows nods)”

Three knocks later, the second herald rolls open his scroll.

(copy above, but announces each of the Hammer delegation in turn)

Drayaa makes a small gesture, indicating the pillows to the left of the pillow throne to the Nova Hope ambassors, while the unnamed woman makes a similar gesture towards those of Hammerite Sanctur, towards the pillows to the right of the pillow throne.

When each is before a pillow (still standing), a youngish man emerges from under a drapery, obviously covering the entrance to the kitchens. He carries a tray with many, many silver cups upon it.

He steps first towards the gentleman on the pillow throne, who waves off the tray and indicates Akiko first. The youngish man bows and carries the tray to her, bowing slightly as he arrives.

“Your pardon, Emissary, but would you care to choose one?” Balancing the tray, he indicates each group in turn. “That is ayran, that is absinthe, these are cavi froid, this is raki, that serbeti visne, this is sehkjabin – a personal favorite - and this is a particularly well aged claret from our cellar, though many apologies, I am uncertain of the vintage.”

He waits patiently until one is chosen, begins to cross, stops at the midline to bow to the pillow throne, and begins the same discussion with Ambassador Grief Markus XXVIII. The pattern repeats with his addressing each in turn and making a similar offer, until all seven are holding some form of drink or not, by their choice.

Finally, he steps to the midline and bows to the throne again, this time approaching it. As he arrives, the middle aged man rises and takes the tray, from which the younger man takes a cup of sehkjabin. He then turns and addresses the assembled.

“My friends, I am Sinjin Lefkowitz al-Din, Sultan of Vastiva. It is my pleasure to welcome you to my country. Peace, prosperity, and long life to you.”

With that, he drinks.

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OOC: do indicate who took what, or if it was all refused.

ayran – a yogurt drink
absinthe - wormwood alcoholic drink, mildly hallucinogenic
cavi froid – iced tea
raki – anise flavored liquor
sehkjabin – a medieval version of Gatorade made with vinegar and sugar
serbeti visne – sour cherry drink

*grins* Culture is fun to play with.

“ありがとう”* Akiko said with a bow of her head before taking a silver cup of the cavi froid. Joanne with a similar display of grace took the Ayran while Marcus snatched up the absinthe immediately recognizing the pale liquid for what it was. Agent Zhu gave the captain a sideways glance before choosing his own drink, all the while looking much inconvenienced by the whole affair. Plucking up the serbeti visne he took in the aroma of the drink and smacked his lips to get a feeling for the drink without tasting it.

Once everyone, including the Hammerite Sanctur delegation, had taken their drinks the party looked to the Vastivian Royalty to take their cues. Akiko rested her hand on the long case slung over her shoulder awaiting the proper time to give the gift to the sultan.

Endnotes
* Japanese meaning: thank you

When the server turned and announced himself as sultan is caused a mild stir among the Noviet delegation. Akiko, ever the diplomat held her face poise and Feng, who hadn’t betrayed an emotion other than inconvenience or exasperation kept his mask on. Joanne placed her hand over her mouth and her eyebrows leapt towards her hairline, while the least diplomatic relation would’ve been Marcus who could be heard to mutter under is breath,
“oh shit,”
The Sultan either not hearing it or not dignifying it with a response toasted the Peace, prosperity, and long life of the delegations without pause. At when his glass touched his lips each of the Noviet delegation drank from their cups at about approximately the same volume as he did from his, with Feng taking merely a sip. Satisfied that they had done the proper etiquette they once again took their cues from the Vastivian royalty, Akiko waiting for the moment that the sultan addressed her personally, and officially, to present her gift.

OOC: Ill be gone for a we bit, like 3 days, i wont be able to post for awhile. I dont have time right now to post either, i have to sleep, getting in truoble, so see you guys later. If you want, you can play out what my dlegation does.

The Sultan smiles and nods to the heads of each delegation. “Come, come, my friends. This is meant to be a simple time, unofficial, intended to allow us to get to know one another a bit better before we settle into deep roles. A time to unwind, calmly. So do relax, Marcus, you look like you sat on a tack.”

He smiles gently, hands his drink to the older gentleman, and addresses the group again. “Now, as this is a gathering, it is right that we eat, no?” With a handclap, several young women appear bearing trays, each passing before him and pausing long enough for him to point out a few things.

“Ah, this is toom, this is tabouleh, this is hummus, this is begendi, and this is chahneh. It is a bit saltier then hummus, but will add a pleasant edge to seafood.”

“Acili domates ezmesi, a regional favorite… cevizli bulgur salatasi… and lamacun, which we now export to several of our neighbors…”

This continues, with him choosing a dish now and again. A serving boy sweeps through, accepting empty dishes, and offering scented cloths to clean away fingered debris. Another girl is apparently meant to keep each silver cup filled, which she does with easy grace.

Drayaa leans over towards Akiko. "If I may, Emissary, you may do as you will, there is no flow in such as these gatherings. Interruption is normal. And I must off to a duty required, by your leave?"

***

Full Menu:

acili domates ezmesi – spicy pureed tomatoes in pita bread wraps
ayran – a yogurt drink
baklawa – sweet pastry of nuts, cinnamon, and candied orange peel soaked in sweet syrup
balik mucveri – fish fritters
beyaz fistik – browned pine nuts
beyaz tarator – pine nut sauce (for fish)
begendi – creamed pureed eggplant
cayi – tea
cavi froid – iced tea
cevizli bulgur salatasi – bulgur and crushed nut salad
chahneh – a dip made seaweed sprouts, almond paste, lemon garlic and olive oil
ekmeh – herbed bread
hamsi corba – anchovy soup
hosafi – raisin compote
hummus - a dip made of garbanzo beans, sesame seed paste, lemon garlic and olive oil
izgara kebabi – swordfish kebabs
kahvisi – dark coffee
katzakul – almond pudding
kayisi – apricot compote
kunife – shredded dough with cheese filling
lamacun – thin flatbread, topped with minced fish
levrek bugulama – sea bass poached with raki in parchment wrap
mezahnzha mucveri – kelp fritters
mezahnzha pingu – kelp wrapped sardines
mezahnzha toribe – kelp wrapped appetizers, containing octopus, squid, shrimp, and mussels
midnaveh nisinju guveci – baked shrimp and mussels, served in a bread “pot” (also edible)
midye – stuffed mussels
midyeli pilav – rice pilaf with mussels
nisiniya – salt-baked shrimp
nohan corba – shark soup
nohan sehbago – shark stuffed with shredded kelp, vegetables, and herring sauce
peynir revani – feta cheese cake
pingu corba – herring soup
piripiri corba – krill soup with hot wine sauce
raki – anise flavored liquor
rusalmi muhallebi – lobster pudding with mastic (chewy evergreen resin)
sehkjabin – a medieval version of Gatorade made with vinegar and sugar
serbeti visne – sour cherry drink
serkili salata sosu – olive oil and herbed wine sauce
soganzha piyaazi – onion relish with kelp puree
suzme yag – clarified butter
tarazha guveci – minced fish in onion relish, served in a bread “pot” (also edible)
tarama – pureed fish roe
tavasi toribe – pan fried paste of octopus, squid, shrimp, and mussels
toom – potent garlic paste
tabouleh - a finely chopped salad of tomatoes, parsley, fresh mint, and crushed wheat
torba yorgodu – herbed yogurt spread
yufka boreks – savory pastries, seaweed and minced fish in puffed pastry
yayla corba – yogurt and fish soup
yesli revani – pistachio cake
zerde – saffron pudding
zeytinyagli salata sosu – olive oil and herbed lemon sauce

Marcus looked shocked for a moment and then smiled, he liked the kid. Raising what was left in his silver cup he motioned at the sultan and tipped his galls back polishing of the remaining absinthe. As the servers came out guests began to pick and choose at dishes, trying to sample as much as they could by taking smaller portions. As the Noviet delegation began to sample their delicacies Drayaa spoke quietly to Akiko about her leave. In an equally subdued voice Akiko answered politely,
“Thank you so much for your help, and of course you may leave, you must have other duties to attend to.” Once Drayaa had bowed out Akiko turned to the Sulatan to speak in a clear voice.
“Sinjin Lefkowitz al-Din, Sultan of Vastiva, I have here a gift for you from my people.” Swinging the long cylinder off her shoulders in a graceful sweep of her arms and torso she approached the sultan with the tube laying across her forearms.
”Nova Hope pride’s its self on its technological advances and its diverse culture. So I’d like to present you a blade with its cutting edge measured to the length of a carbon atom. The blade within this case was then crafted with the heritage of my family in mind as my extended family did the engagements via industrial laser.” Not speaking any longer she stood and awaited the Sultan’s decision to take or leave the closed case, itself beautifully decorated in a golden trip.

OOC: sorry for the quality, bed beckons me. But the sword looks like a standard katana with the figures of dragons and Shinto gateways that only appear if the viewer is at certain angles to the sword. It seems as though rotating the sword can replay the ancient history of the Kamigawa clan, from its departure from Japan to its part in the forming of Nova Hope.

OOC Irk, my bad. Serving size is in plates containing maybe two bites worth of each thing - lots of small plates of everything, each individually prepared in turn. (ala Iron Chef)

IC: Sinjin's eyebrows go upwards in sheer delight. With two hands, he lifts the case from her arms, clicking it open with the smile of a young child on Christmas.

"Ah, wonderful, beautiful!" The same bearded man comes forward to accept the case from him as he draws the scabbarded blade from the box. For a moment he looks to Akiko.

"Might I?"

He then draws the blade partially from the scabbard - admiring it, he turns it in the light, then chuckles happily as the scene changes.

"Amazing! Simply amazing. I must see the whole later. Can you do this to any metal? Is it difficult? Oh yes, if you would try, this goes rather well with the sliced tomatoes..."

A word is spoken in his ear by a tallish blonde, at which the Sultan looks a tad worried, when replies back. The blonde bows and dashes off to the kitchens.

The smile reappears in an instant. "Ah yes, if it would be appropriate, a bit of music, perhaps a dancer?" He claps again, at which signal three musicians hurriedly arrange themselves in one corner and not one but two bellydancers begin their gyrations in the central part of the rug.

He leans towards Akiko. "Truly, Nova Hope is most amazing. It should be a most wonderful thing when Drayaa's kinfolk arrive there to begin trade relations. More soganzha piyaazi? Spread on ekmeh, it is simply wonderful".


At the door of the Nova Hope delegations room, there is a soft knock. A girl - no more then 16 - is holding a tray with a selection of various foodstuffs including whole fruits, a bottle of serbeti visne, and a pitcher of cavi froid.

"Many apologies, but it is the wish of the Sultan that a repast be provided for you. He has stated it would be... impolite not to provide from our larder for you". She offers the tray.

OOC expect to be stuffed with food. Arab hospitality means you should walk away overstuffed.

Noviet guest room

The agent was delighted that someone had sent food to him. Now he got to sample the pleasantries of the foreign cuisine without the unpleasantness of being appropriate. Thanking the girl profusely he took the food inside without closing the door. Honestly quite bored he attempted to strike up a conversation with the young girl who’d served him.
“Thank you very much dear, is there anything in particular you recommend?” waiting for her reply he started to take small bites of it, allowing the artificial tooth in the back of his jaw a chance to take a chemical analysis of it to check for poisons.
“So does the sultan have a taste for younger women in all things?” He joked, unawares as to the sultan’s age.

Main Hall

Akiko smiled as she took her seat, taking the sultan’s culinary advice she was glad to see he recommended a vegetarian alternative. When the sultan leaned over to lament on Drayaa’s kin being sent to Nova Hope Akiko smiled wide.
“Well, it will definitely be interesting to see how they adapt to the changes in population density, climate and multiculturalism.” Taking another drink from a passing server she looked down to see what she snagged, serbeti visne sat in the cup in her hand. Taking a sip she continued to the sultan.
“As for the sword, the materials you can put the holograms into vary based on their malleability, their luster and resistance to temperature. The reason there are so many scenes on such a small blade is because of the microscopic groves in the side of the blade. What your see with the naked eye is a perfectly flat blade that reflects the images at different angles. Under a powerful microscope you’d see the tiny grooves in the side of the sword, that hides its true make up of tightly pressed carbon nano-tubes.” Akiko took a few more bites of her food to let the sultan process what she had said, the herbed bread was amazing as the sultan promised. Washing it down quickly she continued,
“Your eminence if I may ask, what are you expecting of Nova Hope. I must say you’ve surprised me quite delightfully and I’d like to know how you picture my homeland.”

Marcus meanwhile was onto his third, or possibly fourth, absinthe and found the snakelike motions of the dancer’s midriff to be absolutely entrancing. Unable to take his eyes off her he’d stopped chewing, part way through some of the levrek bugulama, and his mouth hung open for a good few minutes before he realized his impropriety and corrected himself, or at least his gaping mouth anyway.

Nova Hope Quarters
She smiles pleasantly at the NNAO agent. “All of it is good to our tastes, though if something does not please, it can be done a different way. If you enjoy spicier, toom is rather heavy for garlic, and there is of course a shaker of our local red pepper. Many apologies, but the Sultan has not expressed a desire for children as yet, though most certainly your questions can be forwarded to him”. She smiles again. “But I do not believe that was your intent. Our Sultan has seen a mere twenty-five winters. And he enjoys the dancing of any of any age, for it is the art, not the age or sex which pleases him. At least, that has been my experience. Do you have a taste for… younger women?”. She bats her eyelashes at him most flirtatiously. (1)

At the Informal Dinner

Drayaa passes close to Marcus, carrying covered silver tray. She takes a moment to whisper to him “If you mention to her it is desired, Master Pilot, she could be yours for the evening”. She then passes without waiting for an answer, headed directly to the Hammerite Sanctur delegation.
When she reaches them, she curtsies and remains in that position as she speaks.
“Many pardons, Ambassador Grief Markus XXVIII, Head Keeper Agren Hank, Keeper Mak Tu, but it has been seen fit that you receive this delicacy of our people. Ulupoka vogl is most often only available during Laandsfall, our national holiday, and then only in small quantities, usually made available by lot”. She removes the silver cover, revealing several long sticks of some sort of meat, batter fried and arranged amid some small cups of torba yorgodu, serkili salata sosu, toom, and some sort of strong smelling grated plant in wine. (2,3)
“It has been decided the honor of these is yours. I must give you fair warning, the vasta morgutu is very hot and quite spicy, but we find it does go well with this dish”. She smiles, and waits for them to react.


The Sultan delights in the answer. “Ah! Truly! We have recently come to understand a means of carbon-ring weaving; though far from mastered, your gift makes it evident the technology holds many promises. Perhaps many facades could be purchased from your artisans, holding scenes of history, to be displayed in public? They could be treated with our GlossKote, and snow and ice would then never be a problem. All could admire your artisan’s fine workmanship all the year round!”
This thought brings another smile to his face. “Yes, indeed, it should be done if it can”.

He lifts another silver cup, this one of serbeti visne. “We have read some about your country, though there is very little in the UN Archives about your nation. The world factbook has you dedicated to order, prosperity, and omniscient intelligence agencies, which of course fits our national outlooks very well”. He sips. “We are not in any position to fight a total war, but then, a properly placed pebble sometimes does far more then an improperly placed mountain, no? We are, for example,” another sip, “both very interested in the continent of Manius. Our colonies touch, and trade between us could be something made quite easy, to the exclusion of other colonies interests. But then again, Vastiva has always stood stalwartly by its allies”.

“What of it’s enemies?”

“Oh, we have none. We have outlasted all of them”. He smiles and takes another drink, finishing the cup. “Have you tried the rusalmi muhallebi? Rather good, if a bit chewy. And it does so clear the palate.”


OOC :

(1) no poison you paranoid person you!
(2) ulupoka vogl – fried “long pork”
(3) vasta morgutu - sea horseradish with pepper essence

Noviet Quarters

The agent, a Joshua Briggs, smiled at the flirty little woman. Looking her up and down the words on his psych test rang in the back of his head. Prone to mild sexual deviances and may pursue wanton desires with inappropriate individuals. Blinking back the internal monologue the agent smiled looked the girl over. A trim girl she couldn’t have weighed more than 115 lbs soaking wet. Smiling at him with those luscious black lashes batting in contrast to her mildly darkened skin, she looked irresistible, in Joshua’s eyes at least. Motioning her to come into the room he smiled at her comment.
“Really that’d depend.”
“Depend on what?”
“The woman and what flavors she was offering me to taste.” Joshua stood and rested his hands on the girl’s shoulder’s his thumbs tucked into the collar of her burnoose, waiting to get some affirmative. A sexual deviant I am, a rapist I am not.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, I mean dinner

The when the meat came out for the Hammerite ambassadors Akiko recognizing the smell went a little green, being a vegetarian and all, while the other Noviet paid no heed. Steadying herself she blocked the smell from her mind with a simple sub-conscious cue, Its not there. Turning to the sultan she chuckled mildly at his comment about the facades built from the carbon nano-tubes.
“If your willing to pay for them we can provide but I must be honest with you. The nano-tube research has been a pet project of my government for awhile now. Its only showing practicality now and the cost is still fairly high as some of the microscopic alignment process is still left to trial and error. Not efficient no but we are working on more efficient alternatives, which we’d be more than willing to share with you once we get them into practice. But this GlossKote I’m not familiar with it, would you care to enlighten me?”
{response}
“Interesting.” Akiko made a mental note of that tidbit of information, there might be some application for that in Noviet artic insertion teams, as the Noviet government had little luck with it so far. Then again why not mention it.
“Well highness while we wouldn’t have any domestic use for that invention, being fairly warm comparatively, our armed forces have not done so well in artic environments. This invention of yours might be something to discuss and on the same note perhaps there is room for an exchange program of sorts between our militaries. With our wildly differing climates there would definitely be expertise to be gained on all sides.” The sultan, now taking time to answer her earlier question about Vastivian knowledge on Nova Hope, spouted a bit of home spun wisdom that sounded like it might have come from the mouth of one of her old dojo masters. Smiling Akiko endeavored to comment without letting slip too much attachment to that way of speaking and demeanor.
“As for our interests on Manium there is indeed much room there for mutual growth. And with our holdings adjacent not only does it give means for colonial trading but as an artery for trade between the mother country, in the beginning at least until our infrastructures can better directly accommodate us, as I’m sure you have some direct freight lines to your colonies as we do.” At the last comment Akiko chuckled,
“Yes we’ve done something similar with our adversaries, mind you we obliterated any we did not assimilate or buy out. But our allies hold a special place in our hearts, a place that is seemingly more and more open for Vastiva by the minute.”

A few seats down Marcus was thrilled by the news delivered by the passing Dryaa. He smiled moronically and elbowed Feng until a look that meant bone shattering death was poured over him. Marcus, now no longer caring about savoring the delicious licorice taste downed his sixth absinthe and began to wait until the dancer passed by him again. As she dipped low and grazed her hands just above and across the floor he whispered to her,
“I’d like to talk to you when you’re done.” Sweeping up in a snap motion the dancer winked at him and moved off continuing her routine. Smiling over towards Feng he mimicked her wink. Feng looked at him and leaned forward gritting his teeth he spoke slowly and quietly.
“This is a diplomatic mission of initial relation, do, not Fuck, this, up.” Feng leaned back as a server approached, now with his impassive look back on his face like nothing had happened. Marcus looked very spooked, for all of thirty seconds until the dancer glided back into his view. Marcus realizing he was very intoxicated thought to himself, Okay, is she really bending like that or is it the worm wood? I’m pretty sure she’s not green but, SHE’S THE GREEN FAIRY ALL THOSE AUTHORS ARE ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT! as enthralled as ever he watched wide eyed waiting until she finished.

OOC: IM BACk, YAY! Due to very long exposure to outside and not near a computer, im almost lost in this array of diplomacies and stuff. Soooo... i'll do my best.

IC: The Hammer delegation, being tied up with their own conversations and listening to the others totally forgot about their gift to the Vastivian Nation. The ambassador having too much absinthe (and being the presenter of the gift) "Dear.... me... *hic*.... sorry Mr. Sultan sir....... ourrr dele...*hic*..gationnn has forgoden to hands you our giftt" The other Hammer delegates look emabarassed due to their ambassadors "bad behaviour". They know he always drinks when their is a chance, they should have stopped him from drinking it but nooo, he gets to overule them. "Sir... our gift.. is made of the finnnnirt metal ore.... *clunk*," the ambassador passes out suddenly on the floor. "We are sorry sir for our ambassadors uhh drinking problem. Could you send for some medical help please? I'll present the gift after he is gone and being taken care of." (OOC: Luckily the ambassador didn't get his wish to go alone eh?)

{Time in between}

"To the Sultan of Vastiva, Sinjin Lefkowitz al-Din, we the Hammer people give you," Hank steps up to the sultan bearing the the gift in a shiny rock like container, "the container is made out of gorthium, a rock like metal, quite good looking in my opinion. Inside is the Hammer of the Builder, the symbol of peace for our nation. It is carved out of the finest lundidium metal, engraved with the symbols of your nation and ours. The handle is wrapped in the hide of a Kurshok, which is why it has a orangish-green tint. Also if you press here..[presses a section on the top of the hammer] you can open the top and store valuable items, the button is designed to read only one DNA, so later if you would like, we can set up this security feature. Sultan, you may also use our first names instead of our full title, so you may now call me Hank, him (pointing to the keeper) Tu and our intoxicated ambassador Markus."

Hank waits for the sultan to accept the gift and acknowledge the use of the Hammer delegatoins first names.

OOC:
Gorthium - Almost as strong as steel and looks like a rock even after being refined

Lundidium - A strong (almost like titanium) and peculiar metal ore. During the winter months it has a blueish tint due to the cold temperatures, during fall, has orangish-bluesih tint from the not so quite coldness, in summer has a black tint from the extreme temperature, and in spring it is very shiny since it is at its normal temperature, so right now, the hammer is in its winter phase from your countries location. Also if put in water, the water turns a brownish-red, dont worry, its still drinkable just a different color. Its heavy too.

Main Hall pt 1

As soon as – and almost before – the Hammerite Ambassador collapses, four servants are there to bear him up and take him to his room, politely apologizing to the Keeper and High Keeper for serving the Ambassador such a strong drink, many apologies, they shall most certainly rectify this situation in whatever manner available, please to enjoy the entertainment, he will be seen to, many apologies…

Hammerite Quarters

The four servants – groaning slightly under the weight – manage to carry the Ambassador into their room and onto his bed.

“Did he say take care of this one too?”
“No, you idiot. ‘Take care’ as in ‘to care for’.” *thwack* “Pay attention in class more often, En’lish is not that hard!”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry…”

They tuck him in nicely and provide a gold-plated bucket and a nice bluish tea for later. The bell-pull of the room is placed in easy reach, and they vacate swiftly, leaving little trace of their having been there. A few minutes later, a blue robed woman carrying a blue satchel, enters, pulls up a chair, and commences a watch of the Ambassador.

Main Hall pt 2

Drayaa wonders if she’s being ignored, or if the Hammerites are just going to ignore the ulupoka vogl offered to them. Then she hears the presentation, berates herself quietly, and turns around to face… the back of the two Keepers. Silently, she remains, waiting with her tray.

Noviet Quarters

Catlike grin…. Pounce…Kiss (….ellipses out of this scene as this is PG-13… but hey, someone else wants to write it, she's kinky as all that and a bag of chips... and some salsa... and a few tacos... )

Main Hall pt 3

At the last comment Akiko chuckled, “Yes we’ve done something similar with our adversaries, mind you we obliterated any we did not assimilate or buy out. But our allies hold a special place in our hearts, a place that is seemingly more and more open for Vastiva by the minute.”

As the Hammerites approach with their gift, the Sultan gives a head-nod bow. “We should perhaps speak more on this, though it would be impossible to buy out any part of Vastiva. After all, the Sultanate owns 51% of everything… ah, my dear Keepers…”

"To the Sultan of Vastiva, Sinjin Lefkowitz al-Din, we the Hammer people give you," Hank steps up to the sultan bearing the the gift in a shiny rock like container, "the container is made out of gorthium, a rock like metal, quite good looking in my opinion. Inside is the Hammer of the Builder, the symbol of peace for our nation. It is carved out of the finest lundidium metal, engraved with the symbols of your nation and ours. The handle is wrapped in the hide of a Kurshok, which is why it has a orangish-green tint. Also if you press here..[presses a section on the top of the hammer] you can open the top and store valuable items, the button is designed to read only one DNA, so later if you would like, we can set up this security feature. Sultan, you may also use our first names instead of our full title, so you may now call me Hank, him (pointing to the keeper) Tu and our intoxicated ambassador Markus."

The Sultan takes the hammer in hand – the sword and case having been whisked away by those most efficient servants – and hefts it. “This is rather heavy indeed! Much like the hammer of… Thor, I believe he was called. DNA locks? Impressive! Our research in this area has but begun, though I am assured such is quite possible, is it not, Akiko?”

He waits for her response on the matter before continuing.

“Many thanks… Hank, was it? And you as well, Tu. I am assured your ambassador is being seen to most proficiently by one of our many doctors. Were you aware the study of medicine is one of our more popular choices? Yes, indeed, we find a proliferation of trained doctors does much for healthcare. Are these metals available for export? If so, there would also need to be some trade of artisans, those who work these so cunningly….”

Main Hall pt 3 ½

The dancer finishes with a twirl, places one long-nailed finger under Marcus’ chin, and smiles deeply into his eyes.

“You are most cute. Please to sit with me?”

She winks and spins, then settles with a poof of skirt into a pile of pillows, beckoning to him with the same finger…

As the keepers sit back down, they notice the tray with the ulupoka vogl. They ask what it is (as if not hearing about it before), then each take one. Hank asks if one could be taken to Markus so he can have something to munch on after he is feeling better.

"We thank you for taking care of Markus for us, it is not your fault for serving him such strong alcohol, it is ours for not stopping him, especially after 8. But as for the metals, yes we export them, along with the package you get three... thats right three artisans.... sorry, I've always liked mimicking the sales people. The artisans are available to craft these metals. They get trained by I believe our controller Malsse, right Tu?"

"Uhhh yes sir," saying with his mouth full of various foods

"Well if you would like, some time in the future, Malsse could visit and train some of your artisans to craft these metals. This hammer I believe was crafted by Malsse, he usually puts something indicating it was him, but it's usually so much in the design you don't notice the signature. I think I will go and stuff some food in this motor I have running as Tu has done."

Main Hall

Akiko smiled at the emperor, he was quite the jovial monarch so it was hard to tell when he was kidding around or poking fun.
“Very possible, but I’d be interested to see how they avoid giving you a pin prick every usage.” Her interest was genuine, she knew that there were many applications for a technology that passively gathered DNA samples. Airport security would be a whole new game.

When the Emperor took his seat beside Akiko again she remembered a warning to go with the sword,
“Oh, you eminence I almost forgot. The katana has certain, safe operating procedures should you decide to use it in melee combat.” The sultan raised an eye,
“Oh?”
“Yes because of the sharpness of the blade, it being refined to so fine an edge, you need to be careful about blocking sweeping strikes with the blade. In practice such a move would be fine but should they put a lot of force on their weapon you may sever theirs and have a detached sharpened blade flying at you. If you notice the grip is different then a normal handle, you can hold it comfortably with the blade against your opponent or the flat against your opponent, so that you can block without severing their weapons.” Akiko smiled and thought about it for a second,
“To tell the truth I’d most likely be parrying and up-thrusting with that blade, with enough force it will slice carbonized stainless steel like silk.” Akiko smiled at the thought of wielding such a sword and then shook the image from her head.
“It’s a fine weapon you now own, whether for mantle or cutting purposes.”

At about this time the dancer beckoned to Marcus to come join her on the pillows where she sat, seductively beckoning him. Standing slowly Marcus had to steady himself several times as this was the first time he’d stood after an evening of drinking. With the walls breathing around him and the decorations oozing colour down to the floor he shook his head. Man this absinthe is some potent stuff. Placing both arms in a crooked wingspan perpendicular to his body as if to balance himself he made his way over to the pillow. Akiko bowed her head slightly and placed her hand in front of her mouth with her fingers touching her forehead, a mild blush of embarrassment could be seen through her oriental complexion. Marcus, unaware to his awkward looking locomotion, began to emit a small static like noise from his mouth as he moved along, almost like he was mimicking a jet plane. Plopping beside the dancer with a quiet, “ka-pow” He looked at her and smiled,
“How you doin’” Akiko, now mildly mortified and not knowing how the sultan would take it activated her implant and sub vocalized to Feng,
“Be prepared to escort him out of here if I ask.” Feng looked across at Akiko and nodded affirmation. When the sultan shot Akiko a questioning look she smiled politely and quipped,
“It would appear that ambassador Grief Markus the twenty eighth isn’t the only one who is having trouble with your well brewed absinthe.”

Noviet Quarters.
OOC: Well this was unintentional but seeing as how its happening,… I’m going to pull a cable television, meaning that I’ll write to a certain point and then let your imagination take over. So this won’t become erotica but it will approach that point, you’ve been forewarned.

IC:

With Joshua’s thumbs hooked in the collar of the young girl’s burnoose her upward pouncing motion peeled it off her in almost one quick stroke. Kissing the girl passionately he booted the door shut and turned towards the bed. With a quick toss she covered the last few feet to the bed airborne style. Josh smiled a predatory look, almost as if he was hunting a gazelle on the Serengeti. Licking his lips he approached the girl slowly taking in her quivering form as she returned his look of lust and desire. Reaching to his collar he peeled off his long sleeve shirt to reveal his battle scared torso. Defined well and built solidly Joshua was a good looking man despite his many scars, some former knife wounds while others were gunshot wounds and some seemed to be surgical incisions, contrasting his tanned skin. Without being overbearing he sat in the bed beside the girl and places his hand on her hip. She pounced on him again and they met in a passionate embrace. With their hands moving rapidly over each other’s bodies she made several passes over his crotch to see what she was getting herself into. Disengaging from her lips Joshua looked down at her little hands on his zipper,
“Don’t worry, you won’t be disappointed.”

OOC: And this is where we looked to the old fashioned analog clock as it spins off thirty minutes we ignore the sounds of wet smacks, aroused giggles, heated gasps, sexy nips and passionate screams/yells.

IC:

Now lying in the bed, with the covers about him, looking down at the raised teeth marks on his pectoral Joshua smiled, he’d needed that. The tension of being cooped up for so long was unbearable, maybe it was the depressing climate. The girl, cuddling into his torso, noticed the teeth marks on his chest. Sliding her tongue up his body she collected the small trickle of blood from his still heaving self. With the sound of suction she removed her hot lips from his skin, her tongue flicked over his nipple as she pulled away, and her mouth, which had done too much to describe in a PG-13 setting, broke into a satisfied smile.
“I hope I was not too rough on you.” She seemed smug in the fact that she’d proved to be a match for the man who at six foot four inches looked like he might very well be three times her weight. With a deep throaty chuckle he shook his head in the negative,
“By the way my name’s Josh.”

OOC: There, now hopefully I haven’t gone too far and offended anyone’s sensibilities.

Hammer Quarters

Lying in the very comfy bed, Markus begins to come to. "Hey, look at the lights, all pretty. Arre you an angelllllll.... I like angels, they are pretty."

Main Hall

Tu starts to worry about the ambassador, hoping he is fine where he is, and wondering..... "Umm sultan sir? Is Markus being treated my a male or female doctor? If he is with a female, I believe I should go back and make sure he doesn't do anything to be frowned upon. Although he doesn't look it, he is higly capable," Tu gets a look of a very disgusting memory on his face. "So if you dont mind, I'll be excused to help the take care.. er.. person."

Tu gets up to begin his walk to the quarters.

"Well it looks like I'm the only one here left of the delegation, hope I don't have any severe problems and have to leave," Hanks says jokingly, "Hey Sinjin, want to hear some of the nations ancient history, I'm the keeper of ancient times, I'll be glad to finally be able to share it to someone that doesn't already know it." Hank hopes the sultan would ask him, he likes to talk about the history of nation, it just pleases him so.

Main Hall

The Sultan made note of his staffs ability to provide food – warm, freshly cooked, and in portions – to the Hammerite’s faster then they could get rid of it. The investment was certainly worth it.

“A DNA test without pinprick – certainly plausible, but you have perfected it in this size… how do you deal with the question of twins? And might this particular technology be available for trade? We most certainly can find something of approaching worth… but, forgive, Akiko, Hank, and this is Tu. Tu, Hank, Akiko”.

He turns back to Akiko. “Pardon, but though it is good to know this particular piece is functional as well as artistic – and our nation has a long tradition of respect for weaponry of all forms - but what would be the aesthetic value in marring such work with a killing blow? Perhaps instead, a few blades could be made, purely for ceremonial purposes… or something shorter, such as bayonets? I can most certainly see potential in certain tools we use, perhaps the method can be leased or sold outright. We do find a certain gratitude when trading with allies – particularly those we find become close”.

He finishes his glass before turning back to Hank, noting Tu’s departure. “Many apologies, but we did not brew this particular beverage, it is an import for such occasions as this. It was thought that some could accompany you on your journey homeward, but perhaps something more fitting could be found? Something less… alcoholic? And we must get together to discuss our lands histories, to compare them. History is a most fascinating subject indeed – perhaps a comparison of how both of your nations differ in creation, in evolution?”

It was at this moment Marcus “landed”…

The Sultan looked, grinned, then chucked quietly. “It does appear, Akiko, your pilot is taking full measure of local hospitality. Always a good sign. Though indeed, it appears a more talented hand must be given reign in the decision to import. We know our local creations, but are still in our infancy in many ways, with sampling the delights of the many nations. Pray, Akiko, what would you suggest from your nation for my next informal gathering?”

He whispers to a passing server, who takes Marcus another absinthe; his position gives him full view of Feng.

“Why is your man so… tense? Does he have a need unfulfilled?” A look of concern passes over the Sultan’s face.

Hammerite Quarters

She smiles back at him. “No, I’m Doctor Goldberg, and you’ve had a bit too much biting of dogs lately. So, I am here to see to your headache, and whatever other needs you may have.”

It was at this moment Tu walked in.

She bowed her head to him. “Ab-shalom and greetings. Our patient has just woken up. I am Doctor Esset Goldberg, one of the staff physicians.”

Noviet Quarters

She smiled up at him. “This one is called Abir’abla. It does have a meaning.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, truth. It means “perfectly formed perfume”.”

She smiles wickedly, rolls fully on top of him, and arches her back until she is most perfectly displayed, and closely.

“Would you say they are perfectly formed, Josh? Is their perfume pleasing?”

Main hall

Akiko stood and smiled as she was introduced to the Hammerite delegation. At the mention of each of their names she bowed deeply, but not as deep as she had for the Sultan, with her palms pressed flat against each other in front of her torso. When the Sultan turned back to her to speak of the impracticality of using such a beautiful sword in combat her voice became almost serene as she spoke calmly, as if she was reciting something from a book in front of her.
"There is a school of thought in the martial arts that the only purpose of a sword is to cut, and cut well. The aesthetics would be that a thing of beauty has achieved its ultimate purpose." Smiling and satisfied that she had imparted her truth she sat back down, her need for standing having past. Speaking in her friendly tone that she’d been using earlier she chuckled when the Sultan mention the idea of mass production.
“Aah but if we could. The carbon nano-tube technology can be utilized to make very strong, very resilient blades that out perform almost any alloy at a low cost, but in comparison to the blade I presented you with they’d be severely out classed. As I mentioned earlier the problem with constructing things on the molecular level is our inability to be 100% accurate 100% of the time, hence the trial and error. But if you’re willing to accept certain flaws in the placement of molecules, which deteriorates the quality mildly, you have super strong but not perfect materials. We can manufacture more blades like the one presented to you, don’t get me wrong, its just that my government, even with its bloated bureaucratic spending has found the process to be very un-cost effective.” Akiko paused for a moment to let that sink in, she’d meant no offence and now she’d make him interested.
“However my government is very interested in making it cost effective, a research partner might be helpful in that respect.” She smiled at the sultan letting her implication hit home.
“Your next informal gathering to be plied by Noviet spirits, quite an honor for our beverages. Hmmm,” Akiko paused for a moment in thought.
“Well as you can see by Marcus’s behavior absinthe is popular but perhaps something that you’d more favor would our Whiskey’s or Bourbons. However with my background I am slightly partial to our sake brewing.” She smiled politely, as if her partiality to her culture was something to be apologized for.
“As for something more unique to Nova Hope we do have a species of Guava unique to our country that we ferment a wine from. A very berry tasting concoction it has a tart after taste that clears quickly, it is good for clearing the palate, however I feel that I must warn you if a guest of your should drink as much of this wine as the departed Hammerite ambassador there is a risk of blindness.” Akiko smiles politely, but it vanishes fairly quickly when the Sultan mentions Feng’s displeasure at the situation. A line begins to appear in her brow but disappears before it can take hold. The Japanese beauty is once again sharing her alluring smile.
"Ahh yes Feng. Well Feng takes our job very seriously and wants to make sure that the first Noviet delefation to Vastiva is perceived in a good light. I know that he's enjoying this, who couldn't, but I think for him to be completely happy Marcus would need to be in better control of his actions." Akiko shrugged almost dismissively.
"I'm sure you can agree that a drunk is much more prone to embarrassment then a sober person." Akiko looked about the slightly more vacant room, taking in the now empty seats she then leaned towards the sultan and spoke in a low voice.
“I feel I should probably do this now before anyone else, retires for the evening.” Standing with a cup of serbeti visne in her hand she smiles politely to each person before continuing,
“I would like to propose a toast, to the Sultan Sinjin Lefkowitz al-Din of the Sultanate of Vastiva. I thank you for your hospitality, I know I’ve enjoyed it, and for your exceptional company.” Akiko smiled and nodded to the kitchen staff still scurrying about.
“And to the very talented kitchen staff, the Sultan chooses you well.” Satisfied she’d done well she tipped her glass and began to drink.

The Noviet Quarters.

Joshua looked up at the girl, she was being smug about this and she knew it. A grin twitched his lips a bit.
“Well,” he chuckled, “They say a handful’s all you need and honey if what we just did doesn’t tell you what I think about your pheromones then I think you need to come back again later to be retold.” The both laughed at this and he pulled her down beside him to plant a kiss on the top of her head.
“And I think the phrase you were looking for was, My name is Abir’abla, not this one is called Abir’abla.” Josh smiled, “Just trying to help.”

Noviet Quarters

She smiles a blush and bows her head prettily. “Many pardons, but the words were correct. This one is called Abir’abla, for as her contract does state, she owns nothing including her name while it is in force. So, indeed, this one is called Abir’abla, or whatever else is desired. Or,” her head comes up, her mouth in a wicked grin, “as often as desired, Josh”…

There is that certain tone in the last word, the one that brings most men to attention when spoken by one as beauteous as she…


Main Hall

Sinjin bows his head slightly at the toast. “It is our greatest pleasure to bring our humble hospitality to those who come in peace to bring prosperity to our nation in the name of friendship. As to your pilot…” he shrugs, “in such a gathering as this, if it does please him, so much the better. There are many rooms in the wing, far more then enough to give him space to explore, and perhaps to sleep in tomorrow if needs be. In any case kahvisi and baklawa will be made available for him in the morning, perhaps with a few remedies, some aspirin, a good long drink of water, and some time in one of our spas. I am most certain he will recover nicely.”

He looks at Feng for a moment, but says nothing. Rather he turns to Akiko. “Most assuredly, this has been a productive evening. Saahtayn, Emissary Akiko. Your gift has indeed done your nation proud, though even it does pale before your most radiant beauty and profound eloquence”.

“Keeper Hank, if you will permit me the formality of title, there are many rooms in this wing in which we may while away many hours in discussion of joint history, if you will allow me the crutch of a few of our scholars as I am most assuredly not of your class in the remembering of all that happened in such fine detail. So to you as well, Saahtayn”. He gives a short bow to each.

“If it is that the evening draws long, most assuredly we can draw forth the curtains upon this gathering. Worry not, we shall look after your pilot and see he does acquire a suitable roost for the evening. And will indeed find his way back in… adequate condition, though I will not speak for the absence of a headache”.

Main Hall

Akiko followed the Sultan’s gaze to Feng. She wondered what his Eminence was thinking, an opinion was being formed, and she knew it. As he went on about Marcus she knew that she wasn’t retrieving him tonight without a scene. She could order him but under the influence as he was it was doubtful he would be able to with out making the scene she hopped to avoid. Paid the compliment her eyes lit up a bit, she liked to be appreciated when she put effort into her appearance. The fact that he was handsome royalty that owned slightly more than half a country was a bonus though to be sure. Not wanting to fall over herself she merely lamented in her gratifying tone,
“You embarrass me eminence, but I am thankful you appreciate the gift.”

“Your care for Captain O’Brian is much appreciated, you are a truly gracious host. Not to impose but if you don’t mind I’d like to sit in to hear the exchange between yourself and the good keeper.” Akiko smiled, she didn’t want to seem nosey but she wanted certain insights into Vastivian history and this might be a good way to unobtrusively pick it up.
“But regardless I’d like to speak with someone about forming an itinerary for my visit and I’d not want to bother you with such busy work.”

Quarters

He’d loved that tone, it’d made him stiff for her again, but he didn’t approve of what she was saying.
“You’re an indentured servant?” she nodded the affirmative and he placed his finger gently over her lips.
“And would you care to tell me your name, your real name.” Joshua laid there searching her eyes, he wanted to know if this was business, he wanted to know… he blinked his thoughts away and simply waited.

OOC Hammerite - don't worry about "falling behind", just post when you're able, no worries. :)

IC:


Noviet Quarters

She looks confusedly at him. “That is the name given – there is no other. Such courses in life as this are chosen before the second gate, and as such, long before a naming beyond that of ‘first son’ or ‘second daughter’. And such, if it please, is not a name in truth, only a label.”

She stops, looking even more confused. “What concerns you so, Josh?”

Main Hall

“You embarrass me eminence, but I am thankful you appreciate the gift.”

He smiles back at her, a twinkle in his eye. “I appreciate all things, freely given.”

“Your care for Captain O’Brian is much appreciated, you are a truly gracious host. Not to impose but if you don’t mind I’d like to sit in to hear the exchange between yourself and the good keeper.”

“But of course. Perhaps the overlay of the history of Nova Hope upon our own meager progress will give more insight to the true nature of history”.

“But regardless I’d like to speak with someone about forming an itinerary for my visit and I’d not want to bother you with such busy work.”

“Of course. I find Raahmid is rather good at organizing and coordinating such things. If you would cite your needs in a guide, I am sure one will arrive to your liking in the morning.”


OOC I should mention, he owns controlling interest in everything, ergo owns the whole country. ;)

Noviet Quarters

Joshua waived of the question, he wasn’t looking to be intolerant or not understanding but she wasn’t making sense to him.
“Abir’abla, I don’t understand. Are you an indentured servant here? Why do you have a contract specifying your name?”

She pouted at him. “Such things became necessary while the Soviet was here. They are paper, they are nothing, they do not matter. I am what I am”. Her voice rises in frustration. “That the Sultan consented to accept my service here to fulfill that need, to allow such opportunity, for that I am grateful in ways… “

She stops, bows her head. “Forgiveness, such outbursts are impolite”.

A deep breath, another, then in a lower voice, she continues. “This one serves here. That is true. But also it is true this is what this one would choose this if allowed if there were no paper. Sorrows if this one has failed to please you, Josh of Nova Hope. To attempt such was her choice, not that of another”.

“I see.” Joshua was running things around in his head. He was trying his best to appraise the situation, it wasn’t one he’d been in before.
“You have pleased me this just complicates things a little bit for me. Its just, *sigh* Well you see,” Joshua paused again..
“Why do you still have the papers if the Soviets are gone? And, this is unbelievable, are you saying the contract is ironclad, you can’t leave?” Joshua was incredulous, he understood that he was lucky to be a Noviet but the fact that he’d just shared his bed with a woman who might’ve been forced to was much harder to grasp first hand.

She grimaced. “The Soviet has departed. The Soviet mindset has not. To those who can reach far enough back, this is not so. But the Soviet left those here who were not, and can not. To instruct them, paper appears to have significance”.

She sat back, considering him. Strange people, these NovaHopians. A naked woman on his… and he wants to discuss culture?

“The paper is what the paper is. If it was not, things would not change. Please to tell, Josh of Nova Hope, why is the paper so interesting to you? I came to serve, it was determined, and the Sultan made place for me here. That is what is. That a paper exists, that has many markings, and does spell out much that is to us obvious, why is this so fascinating?”

She pauses. “Would you like to see this paper of such meaning to you? Would that bring you peace within?"

An honest curiosity is upon her face as she asks the last.

Josh was startled. Realistically he shouldn’t have been anyone can see a contract that bears their own name, he’d just assume too much he supposed. Perhaps its not as bad as all that, maybe this girl just entered into a business contract and there was a little cultural misunderstanding.
“Yes.” His eye widen at the emphasis of affirmative.
“Where is it? I’d like to see it now if possible.” He stepped out of the bed and plucked his boxer off the floor, he realized that he was probably ruining any future chances but he needed to know.

She looked at him, flustered at having been dumped off him, but her dignity was still reasonably intact. And his words were perfectly clear - and 'now' meant 'now'.

She scrambled off the bed.

“As you wish, Josh of Nova Hope, it will be fetched immediately”. She genuflects and skip-walks out of the room, as is.

Joshua had to be quick to keep up with her. He hauled the BDU pants over his lower extremities and followed her Buckling his pants as he walked he flipped the shirt up from the floor as he walked. Stepping into the hall he caught sight of her further down and followed, pulling on the long sleeve shirt as he went he called out to her.
“Abir’abla!” She paused to hear what he had to say and he chuckled,
“I didn’t mean quite so now. You could put on your clothes.” His next chuckle caught in his throat, She slid seamlessly from that bed to work again. But, I can do that too,.. Closing the distance to the girl he tried to make some moral standpoint on the issue. As he came next to the girl he reported sub-vocally via his implant.
“Agent Zhu, I’m leaving the room to track down a lead.”
“Watch yourself, no fuck ups.”
“Sir.”

She looks at him, moderately bemused. "This one was taught what 'now' meant long ago. Does it have another meaning in Nova Hope?"

She continued her walk into the Main Hall, heading towards the kitchen doors.


OOC About those fuck ups… them diplomats are gonna love this eye-candy…

Main Hall

"Sultan sir, any time you would like to discuss our history we will. And Akiko M'am, may I speak with you in private at some point in time, I am curious about a happening earlier during dinner."

Hammer Quarters

"Well hello Doctor Goldberg, I am Keeper Mak Tu, you may call me Tu. I see Markus is in lala land at the moment."

"Oooo look at the ugly little gnome person..."

Akiko looked over at the Hammerite delegation, she’d been startled, it was the first thing that’d been said across the floor.
“Ahh,” Akiko caught herself quickly and smiled,
“Of course I will talk with you about what ever you should so desire.” Akiko was running through dinner in her head, What could he possibly want to know from me. Some dirtier thoughts flitted through her mind but she quickly dismissed those, she was not, after all a woman of intrigue. Interrupting her thoughts at that moment Abir’abla entered the main room. Pacing quickly she made a respectful bow to people there and continued towards another exit off the main room. Barefoot agent Joshua Briggs walked across the floor not too far behind her. Wide eyed it was about this time that she noticed a shiny white ‘spittle’ draining down Abir’abla’s inner thigh as she walked past. Her eyes snapping over, Agent Briggs confirmed her suspicions with his ‘just laid’ bed head and his chagrinned look. Keeping her composure her eyes burned at him like fiery daggers. Feng on the other hand activated his implant and sub-vocalized to Joshua immediately.
“This is your lead?!?!? What the hell are you doing!?!?!”
“Umm,… this can be explained.”
“Like hell it can. I’ll be speaking to you about this!” it was about that time that Marcus started to giggle from his pillow.
“And they thought I was inappropriate.” He sat there and giggled up a storm while Akiko, Feng and Joanne looked to the sultan for his reaction.

Sultan Sinjin Lefkowitz al-Din nodded briefly to Abir’abla as she headed through, barely paying her or her trailing beau any notice.

He did, however, notice suddenly being stared at by everyone, particularly the Noviet delegation, while Marcus clicked laughter from his pillowcouch.

He blinked, looked back at Feng, and deadpanned “What, you don’t have women in your country?”

Feng was caught off guard by the Sultan. He wasn’t good in situations like this, he would’ve much preferred if the Sultan had ordered guards to apprehend him, he’d have been able to respond better. Of course we have women you twat they simply know better than to parade through a semiformal function without clothing. What does she think this is the park? Feng looked back to the Sultan and answered as best he could,
“I think that the person sitting beside you answers that question sir.” A smile came to his lips as he tried to look as friendly as he could all considering.
“She merely caught me off guard is all.”

Sinjin held his deadpan and spoke a single word.

"Why?"


Hammerite Quarters

"Ab-shalom, Tu. We have few cures beyond sleep, and I am loathe to medicate in any form without knowing more of his medical history. As such, perhaps aspirin, water, and rest would be best?"

Abir’abla paid no attention at all to the goings on in the third dining hall, beyond to give a bow to the attendees – more would be a rude impression on their time, and she had something to do.

Her bare feet padded quickly through the second door on the right of the pillow throne – the ones on the left both being kitchens and such – and past the two standing guards there, half-clothed with ceremonial scimitars on their belts. From there, it was down an unremarkable hall and to another door, where she waited for Josh to catch up.

The two guards had momentary thoughts of other plans, but the palatable scent surrounding both of them changed those to mere lusty grins and a single wink at Josh.

The door opened to display a rough-hewn set of stairs in a rather tight passageway heading downwards, beginning a left turn at the bottom where a single torch gave illumination.

“This one is confused, Josh of Nova Hope. Did you want the document fetched, or was it your intention to see the interior of this particular records room?”

Feng was a bit perturbed with that last deadpanner. He thought for a moment this time choosing his words carefully. He’d been brash last time and gotten no where, perhaps Confucius offered the best example here. Inhaling and answering a more subdued tone he tried again.
“She has done something that would not be looked upon with such nonchalance in my country. While not illegal it is contrary to common practice.”

As Joshua passed the guards he got a bit of a wink. Not really paying attention to it, his ears still buzzing as Feng gave him another tongue lashing via his implant. Catching up with the girl he smiled as she looked at him quizzically.
“This one is confused, Josh of Nova Hope. Did you want the document fetched, or was it your intention to see the interior of this particular records room?”
Joshua chuckled at the comment. Still slightly off guard from crossing the main room he smiled, almost as a defense mechanism and sort of tossed out an answer because input was expected.
“Ah I dunno. Little bit of column A and a little bit of column B.” Standing behind her he gave no impression that he was about to turn around.

OOC:
This may be graphic to younger readers you've been warned (PG-13, bawdy)

Hallway

Abir’abla gave Josh another strange look before shrugging and heading down the stairs, her bare feet slapping against the cool stone. The tunnel at the base was not high – no more then five feet – and cut from the rock at a slope, forcing any who come through to walk at a slight bow if they’re average sized, with more of a bow the more over 5’10” they are.

The passage takes a snakelike course, with no more light available then a slight glow set into the floor; at it’s end sits a door of bronze, obviously older.

“They are in here”, Abir’abla whispers. “You will note there is no flame, and the breeze heads outwards from this room? Fire prevention. Some of these are very, very old. They are not officially national treasures, though some consider them as such.”




Main Hall

“It is not common, it is my home. And it is customary in my home to see to my guests’ happiness.” He held the deadpan a bit longer before allowing a slightly wicked grin to play on his features, then turned to Joanne and asked “Would you not say he looked rather… happy?”

It was at this moment the musicians chose to strike up a ballad of sorts, sung by a handsome young man…


When I was a young lad I used to like girls,
I'd play with their corsets and fondle their curls.
'Till one day, my lady I caught with some churl,
Now you'd never get treated that way by a moose.

Chorus
Moose, moose, I likes a moose,
I've never had anything quite like a moose.
I've had lots of lovers, my life has been loose,
But I've never had anything quite like a moose.

Now when I'm in mood for a very good lay,
I go to my closet and get me some hay.
I go to my window and spread it around.
'Cause moose always come when there's hay on the ground.

Chorus...

Gorillas are all right on Saturday night,
Lions and tigers, they puts up a fight.
But it's just not the same when you slam your caboose,
As the feeling you get when you humps with a moose.

Chorus

I've done it with beasties with long flowing hair,
I'd do it with snakes if their fangs were not there.
I've done it with walrus, a monkey, and goose,
But it's just not the same when you screw with a moose.

Chorus

Now that I am old and advanced in my years,
I look back on my life and shed me no tears.
As I sit in my chair with my glass of Matheus,
Playing Hide-The-Salami with Minnie the Moose.

Chorus...


Sinjin listens throughout the whole before dipping a piece of ekmeh into a bowl of hamsi corba. “Overall, not bad, but I did rather wonder if the long form was going to be the next selection. Ah well, one of our folk songs. I trust, though it be of common heritage, it did amuse, Feng Zhu of Nova Hope?”



OOC “The Moose Song” by Tom Paxton, currently public domain to the best of my knowledge.

Communications from the records room are not possible.

At Dinner

Feng’s eyes flitted over his silver cup. He’d thought he’d laid the issue to rest but apparently the Sultan like to beat dead horses. Or rape them, as the case may be. Feng placed the cup down and chuckled a bit.
“Folk song eh? I wasn’t aware your country had any moose.” He chuckle a bit more before he looked across at the players. His eye came back to the Sultan to Reply,
“I hardly think that a song’s origin’s prelude’s the possibility of me liking it, but hey I’m laughing aren’t I?” He smiled widely to show his appreciation for the song, he hoped was a joke. Mid smile he asked sub-vocally for the status of Agent Briggs. Not receiving a response he retried, only to get dead air. Eye widening for a split second his tell would’ve only been caught by someone who was looking for it. He then sub-vocalized to Akiko and Joanne his worry.

Outside the Records Room

Joshua had to bend deep at the knees to avoid injuring himself. At six foot four he needed to bend a more than noticeable amount. When the treacherous, to him at least, route yielded their destination he was relieved. If it got any tighter in here I’d be stuck.
“Well shall we proceed?” motioning to the door Joshua was more than a little bit excited.

At Dinner

The Sultan shrugged. “It was a failed attempt to introduce more wildlife. We imported polar bears, moose, wolves, many things found in the arctic North. As a result, we have a somewhat varied ecosystem, but it is hardly large enough for the populations we envisioned. And the harsh winters make such things difficult to maintain. However, with new technologies come new solutions. Already wilderness areas support our imports. With luck, perhaps they will eventually become commercially viable. And then there is our colony… we have introduced a version of the tabu nekku there, discovered many new food sources… pray, what is going on in your neck of the woods?”

The Bronze Door

Abir’abla shrugs – easy for her small frame – and pushes the door open.

The light here is ghastly green, provided by several cool-light fixtures. Everything takes on a corpse-like cast, from the wooden “wine rack” shelves to the stone floor to the wooden table. The room itself goes on and on – carved into the stone, it is a catacomb of old documents, all slightly dusty.

A chill fills the air, a slight fog on the floor.

Abir’abla begins reading each of the bronze tags on each section, looking for something. The script is akin to English, or perhaps Russian, but is truly neither.
She finds what she is looking for after a few minutes, and reverently removes one of the scrolls from it’s resting place. Carefully, she carries this to the table and sets it down.

“As you wished, there it is.”

OOC: For those of you following this I have ooc permission to write out the girls responses.

IC:

Dinner

“My neck of the woods?” Feng chuckled at the royalty using such a homegrown expression, especially after the misunderstanding of the word common.
“Well it depends where you’re looking. The smaller colonial expansion is being monitored by extra satellites now, there’s worry that we might get dragged into the conflict there.” Feng shook his head.
“The sad part is as much as its about the gold Noviet corporations are already lining up to begin mining it to supply the Noviet market. They just need to wait and see who gets the claim on it. As for the main colony its growing nicely, there’s been quite a bit of expansion in the downtowns of the tri-city area as I understand it. But how about you, your boys seem to like to give our satellites something to look at too coming up on the border like that.” Feng smiled at that and held his tongue, he didn’t want to be too assuming about that.

Records Room in the basement

Joshua read the contract. He didn’t know what to think of it really. The girl had been recruited at age six but she has no expenses and if she left at about the age of thirty or so she’d have in excess of thirty some odd millions. He wet his lips which had become somehow very dry.
“Abir’abla, do you realize how much money your being paid for this job?” She became disgusted and with a look of mild contempt on her face she answered him like the question was undignified for merely being asked.
“That is not important.” He shook his head, bemused at her response.
“No? Then why.” He motioned at the contract.
“Then why sign it?”
"Because it is opportunity to be what I am, Josh of Nova Hope". Abir’abla answered with a tone that couldn’t be confused as anything but condescending. It was as if Josh was back in primary school being told the difference between a dog and a cat weeks after it’d been taught. Mildly ruffled by the tone he hide his indignation and pressed on.
“I’m afraid your going to have to explain that one a bit babe. How does it allow you to that? What are you?”
"What are you, Josh of Nova Hope? And does not what you do allow you to be yourself? Or are you someone else, hiding in what you do? My need is to serve, and to be the best at doing that, at bringing joy to another through my service. That was discerned long ago, and many times proven to be right."
Joshua knew of the need to serve, he wouldn’t be an agent if he didn’t. The point was made but he knew he wasn’t grasping it the way she was. The funny thing about his job was that he needed to do it, yet it required more than he had so he always had to grow, learn and adapt to fill the position. He would have to leave it at this yet the fact that she was so complacent in utter servitude didn’t sit well with him.
"It is rather cold here. Good for the documents, it is said." He looked up from the contract at here, cocked his head at the comment and then realized they were both freezing. Naked as a jay bird she’d developed goose bumps and her nipples could cut glass. Looking down at his body his deeply tanned skin gave off a tint of blue and now that his mind was no longer distracted his teeth chattered mildly.
“Yes, I’m sorry. We should go and get your clothes. We can do this some other time.” Thinking on it for a second he spoke again very quietly.
“I do see your point, but you should know it’ll take some getting use to. Things are done a bit differently where I’m from.” At that he set the contract down again and took a step to the door, pausing there for her to set the contract back in its place.

Records Room

She puts the scroll back, with an almost reverence, looks at him closely, then leads him back up – and then to the kitchen where it is very warm and people are moving about still, preparing foods in tiny servings (about a cup worth). They seem very professional, rather dedicated, and – with the exception of keeping both of them away from the food areas – completely blasé about their presence. *

It still takes a few minutes to stop shivering.

From there, another door, a hall, a staircase, a few doors, and of all things a curtain; she emerges them a level below the diplomatic quarters, headed outward.

“As you may perceive, Josh of Nova Hope, this is all about entertainments. Several of these rooms are of good size for meetings. Several others are prepared for other diversions. The glass of the swimming pool can be seen through from down here, though that can be made opaque as well, if one chooses. We need get near the solarium, then upwards, and from there can get back to your room. There is, alas, no shortcut and no secret way.”


Main Hall

The Sultan shrugged. “We are not ‘coming up to your border’. You may wish to fix your satellites – there are no mobile forces en masse on that tiny border. Though it is curious you look, rather then ask and come in.”

OOC :
*communications work when you hit the up staircase

Feng held his chuckle at that. He knew the Vastivan had units there whether the Sultan cared to admit it our not. Letting this one slide he smiled and spoke,
“The armed forces must’ve been mistaken. Perhaps there are men shaped smudges on the lens of that satellite, my apologies, I didn’t mean to imply anything.” Akiko shot him a bit of a dirty look at that comment but he pretended not to notice it.
“As for not coming in perhaps we will. I know that there are some colonial experts looking to do comparisons, I’ll let them know your people are willing to indulge them,”

Meanwhile Joshua was back with the girl taking in more and more of the facilities. Impressed by their grandeur Joshua looked over and asked.
“I take it it’s very important to the Sultan to be seen as a good host?”

OOC: You guys really worked this morning... I was asleep :)

IC:

Main Hall (OOC: Im gonna try and fit all the events of the main hall in here, so im not gonna chat, since he was just sitting there listening and thinking.)

Hank was bemused as Abir’abla passed by without clothes. He saw the sultan nod so thought of it as a normal happening and didn't take anymore notice of this prospect. Again Hank listened to all the conversations between the Noviet and Vastivian delegations, especially the deadpan to Feng. After awhile, the band play a song about a moose, strange, who would want to sing about a moose? But hey, they are a different type of people so oh well. Then the song was over, he heard Feng say: “Folk song eh? I wasn’t aware your country had any moose.” He chuckle a bit more before he looked across at the players. His eye came back to the Sultan to Reply,
“I hardly think that a song’s origin’s prelude’s the possibility of me liking it, but hey I’m laughing aren’t I?”. After Feng said this, the keeper notice Feng's eyes widen for a short second and became curious, just as like earlier in dinner, Akkio was looking at Feng and then after awhile he nodded, peculiar, that is what I wish to speak to her about.

Hammer Quarters

Tu takes a seat and replys to the doctors greeting:
"Well doctor, the only medical history I know about Markus is that he drinks a lot, usually after sleep we give him some sedatives to put him back into sleep and relax him more, it usally helps and limits the hangover the next day. But since this a crude way, you may just do it a way you think is best to do it.

Sneakin’ Around With You

Abir’abla nodded. “Of course. He is our people, if one thinks about it as such. This palace is over seven hundred years old. We have had much practice in seeing to our guests.”

She lead him up a flight of stairs and through a door behind a blousy flap of fabric – from there, he could see the double doors to their hallway.


Dinner

“Of course. Will they be bringing their own tissues? Or is it CBN suits which are required at this time?” He takes a drink. “The flu is such a nasty event, particularly to a … new colony.”

Hammerite Room

The doctor gave a somewhat strange look to the Keeper.

“Well, we will keep cool water on hand, and as you wish him to be asleep, perhaps some mild hypnotics. If this is a constant state, it might be prudent to inquire as to the state of his liver when you are under your own medical care. We can do such tests if such is desired.”

OOC: damn culture NBC! Its NBC dammit!!!! jk
Joshua & Abir’abla

Joshua chuckled at that. He didn’t really see the Sultan as one of their people. While he was now sure that Abir’abla wasn’t being taken advantage of, maliciously anyway, he did however see a servant ‘in all things’ for a man who as far as he could tell was never elected into an office the people didn’t have that much say in. Perhaps I’m assuming too much. Maybe its not as bad as all that/ Coming to the doors he recognized passing through earlier he paused thinking about what she had just said.
“Abir’abla, if, to make my stay more pleasurable, I asked you to tour me around the city and tell me about it would you?”

Main Hall

Feng’s eyes narrowed at the Sultan with that comment. He knew exactly what that comment was about, and it tipped his hand. Feng was now aware that the Sultan knew about the beginnings of the colonial epidemic and that the troops near the border without a doubt were a comms team. His eyes, already dark became darker, smoldering fires contrasted his skin even more deeply.
“I’m sure I have no idea what your talking about.” He replied, a voice to compete with the sultan’s earlier deadpan tone. Recognizing the look on his face as one not to be provoked Akiko smiled gently and broke in.
“Its late, Feng perhaps you and Marcus should retire and allow Hank, his Eminence, Joanne and myself a chance to do a bit of cultural exchange.” Her tone was gentle but there was no mistake that she’s exerted an authority over Feng. Looking at her Feng activated his sub-vocal implant to speak a warning.
“You can talk all the history you want, but some topics are off limits. But I am grateful to be out of here, it’ll allow me to,… check up on Joshua. Standing Feng nodded deeply and calmly to the group.
“Perhaps you are right Akiko, I do seem to be mildly irritable, jet lag perhaps. By your leave please Eminnence.”

Dining Hall

The Sultan waved Feng off. "Of course, of course. Perhaps we can arrange to have your own news piped into your room. I believe our satelite already picks up some of the international broadcasts." such as the one about flu... one does wonder why that flustered you so badly, dear boy. Methinks you need more watching. Sinjin's face let none of his inner thoughts through.

"Where shall we begin in history? I am most sure ours is not as exciting as yours, Hank?"

Outer Hallway

Abir'abla's face lit up at that. "Of course, Josh. There are many places in some cities I know of when time is mine to explore. Perhaps we will find some to your liking as well?"

Dining Hall

"Where shall we begin in history? I am most sure ours is not as exciting as yours, Hank?"

"Well my eminence, shall we start with our beginning times, for that is what I am the keeper of, Tu is the keeper of our modern times, the others are times in between." replies Hank as he takes a small sip of absinthe, "If you would like to speak of the times in between mine and Tu's, you may comm our home nation at any time."

Hammer Quarters

Tu wonders what the strange look is for... totally ignoring the question asked:

"Dr. Goldberg, we not care if he is in healthy condition really, for he is at the near end of his term. He will be succeeded by his son or daughter if he does not live. I believe Markus wanted to end his term, so he drank as much as possible. So I guess you could do some vital tests to see if he is going to live, or die. For if he dies, we must send back for one of his successors to come here to replace him. But for the final word, if you excuse me, is it possible to comm the Protector for his word?"

OOC: Hammerite waiting for you to go into the history of your nation there bud.

Joshua smiled at the young girl. Perhaps she can show me a bit more of the city and I can get a better idea of the area, it’d also be good to include climate reports for my debriefing.
“I should hope we do, Vastiva seems to be a fascinating place, I hope to share it with you some before I have to leave.” As they padded towards their rooms barefoot Feng entered the hall from where he was having dinner with the Sultan. His eyes had calmed down some, hot charcoal now, no longer a blazing with the almost riled response the Sultan had provoked. Taking in both Agent Briggs and Abir’abla standing there barefoot, and her bare above the foot he closed the door behind him an exhaled a haggard breath. His tone icy with hot tones pulling at the edges he spoke, almost in a monotone flatness.
“Agent Briggs. I’d like to speak with you for a moment if you would.” Turning to Abir’abla he gave a half hearted smile, though earnest he was very obviously worn.
“Ma’am if you wouldn’t mind I need to speak with your new friend alone for a moment.”

She genuflected to him automatically. "Your desire is this one's pleasure." She stopped only long enough to look at Josh and state "The bell pull summons when it is your desire to do so." She then turns and scampers back through the door Joshua and she emerged from, rather then disturb the dinner anew.

Hammerite Quarters

The doctor looked nonplussed at the statements she had just heard, but gathered her wits swiftly.

"Of course. The comm room is in the wing itself. Shall I summon a servant to guide you?"

Feng was about to say something as Abir’abla dashed off still naked as the day she was born but he caught himself. If they don’t care why should I? Making a noise of exasperation he turned his attention towards Joshua. Speaking like a man who hasn’t slept in years he let his words seep out.
“J, I was going to tear a strip out of your hide but after the instances I just had I don’t have the energy for it.” Joshua relaxed, realizing he’d tensed up for what he thought was to b a verbal onslaught. Walking up to his friend and mentor he placed his hand on Feng’s shoulder.
“I’d offer ya a brew but I don’t have any.” Feng chortled at that. Alcohol was the last thing on his mind. Turning his face up to the younger man he raised an eyebrow.
“And what do you think your doing? Just because I’m tired doesn’t mean this is an unrewarded deed. You’ve got some explaining to do.” Pointing is a harsh jab motion Feng grunted out the last two words. “Room. Now.” At that the two of them disappeared into the room where their voices were muffled out by the Thrash Puppies music.

OOC: Thrash puppies is a popular Noviet speed metal band

OOC: Sorry bout not posting the history bu i've been quite busy

IC:

History of Hammerite Sanctur

Ancient Times (858 AD) to 1300: The now nation of Hammerite Sanctur used to be a small village of peasants. These peasants declared independence from their ruling nation of Chlemia, to start their own nation. They were laughed upon by the high rulers of the oppressing nation. King of Chlemia declared the peasants independent to see them suffer without their king. Back then, Hammerite Sanctur was known as Gruvenville San. These peasants, actually succeeded in gathering new people to come into their new "nation" to help it grow. This amazed the ruler of Chlemia. He tried to stop them, but couldn't do nothing, for the small nation was being protected now by the larger, nicer nation of Webiara. They fended off all attacks from Chlemia for the better of all. So after that Gruvenville San renamed itself to Webir San, in honor of the good deeds of their protector.(OOC:All before here happened within 50 years, the next is about 200 years interval, so up to 1008 AD at the end of the next section) The new-born nation had a small government that made sure all was well, no laws really. They decided that the government needed more power, so it could help the people better. Early on the nation had a dictatorship government and usually appointed a priest to rule the nation each term. Each term was 2 years and they could only serve one term. This worked for about 50 years, then religions got greedy and corrupt, ruling the nation in a way that was terrible (The nation grew to a vast 678,000 natives in these few years. Is that too small for a very fast growing nation? Or is it too big?). The natives decided to trash the dictatorship government and establish a protectorate, similar to a dictatorship, but not with the ruler having total power, this happens later when for some reason, the known protectors have been trusted so much that the citizens wanted them to have full power, well anyway, back to history. This new found protectorate brought the nation into a golden age of prosperity, during this prosperity, scientists of then were researching the effects of lightning, but were never able to reproduce the effects so gave up around 960 AD.

OOC: Ill post th rest tomorrow, too tired to think anymore history upright now its at 1000 AD ill post the next 300 years tomorrow as i said already.

Sinjin nodded approvingly. "Most fascinating. I am afraid our history does not begin until 1113 AD, so most assuredly, the floor remains yours".

He lifts another drink from a tray and listens, enraptured.


OOC perfectly fine population increase rate. High birthrate, obviously. :)

Akiko gave a mild giggle at that.
“It would appear that I am of the youngest nation here as the stirrings of my nation didn’t begin until the colonial expansions of the European powers.” Sitting cross legged with perfect posture she’d always been studious and now, her face impassive, she was once again the student before her mentor.

Joanne who was never the teacher’s wet dream Akiko was fidgeted a bit, playing with her hair and the cuff of her only sleeve. While she was not uninterested she wasn’t one for this type of discussion, well not without adding something.
“Well, to be fair Nova Hope, or the land that would become it, at this time did have an indigenous people much like many of the other tropical nations.”

Akiko gave a mild giggle at that.
“It would appear that I am of the youngest nation here as the stirrings of my nation didn’t begin until the colonial expansions of the European powers.” Sitting cross legged with perfect posture she’d always been studious and now, her face impassive, she was once again the student before her mentor.

Joanne who was never the teacher’s wet dream Akiko was fidgeted a bit, playing with her hair and the cuff of her only sleeve. While she was not uninterested she wasn’t one for this type of discussion, well not without adding something.
“Well, to be fair Nova Hope, or the land that would become it, at this time did have an indigenous people much like many of the other tropical nations.”

Sinjinn gave her a warm smile. "Are they your descent?" and do you happen to have a sister? growwwwllll! he thought to himself. Certainly, one such as her might be a good addition to the harem...

He amused himself for some time wondering if Akiko or Joanne would be the better partner... and in which area which excelled.

Joanne looked at the lock of blond hair she was twirling in her finger, she’d never been confused as someone with pacific ancestry, and then answered sweetly.
“No I’m sorry to say that no one in Nova Hope is a descendant of the natives. The former government, which we gained independence from, had a genocidal policy when it came to these peoples.”

OOC: Sorry for not posting when i said "tomorrow" i really meant a few days... i was unexpectably busy, seems like an excuse to just not typing doesnt it? Well for the rest of the ancient history...

IC:

Ancient Times Part II 1000 AD - 1300 AD: The country is growing well, Webiara protecting the still developing country from the ever opressing Chlemia. Elphabia, a slightly smaller nation then the other two, was a chairty nation and helped fund the small Webir San. So a about a hundred years passed, Chlemia laid off the onslaughts, for now, Webiara still protected the now nation which is half the size of Webiara, and Elphabia laid off the funding since the nation could now fund itself by a full economy system, it was fragile but it worked. This is when the nation decided to relocate the whole populace to the next Isle to get away from Chlemia. Chlemia was a large nation, but not too bright, didn't have boats until later when Hammerite Sanctur had the better economy and military then the rest, which is around the 1800s I think, maybe earlier or later, but that isn't my time frame, so back to my time frame. The nation did relocate with help of Webiara. They had to transport over 1 million people the new Isles. But if you've seen recent maps, you see now that we have occupied many isles now since our nation have grown a lot since the old times, but the middle isle, with the two citadels, is the first isle of relocation. Lets see uhh I believe we are now at around 1160-75 AD now. Uhh what happened there... ohh yes, the nation is fully relocated after 20 years, a new protector has been electeced, and has found the new religion of the Buildership. Upon being elected, he found a metal ore, Lundidium, that was carved into a hammer, much like the one given to you I believe. Now adays we think it was carved by the natives who lived on that isle. He thought of it as a sign of some higher being, a builder of all. So he brought it back and told the story, this is where the Builder Grit was started, basically like a bible. In the faith of the buildership, a huge movement put forward to finding as much as this ore, back then known as "The gift of the Builder", to build a citadel for the protector. If you ever come my homelands, the three citadels are the nations landmarks, especially the protectors citadel. The citadel is about 60-70 stories high, beautiful architecture, with tons of Lundidium carvings and statues. Oh, I'm getting off track of history aren't I? Well, they built the citadel, after about 100-125 years, it was finally built, a marvel of the age. The other citadels we built in the folowing years, our Keepers citadel being made of Gorthium, following the Grimel faith founding, and the Controllers citadel of Lorthium alloy, following the Hamerism faith. Lorthium alloy is used so it doesn't expand when being washed with warm water or warm rainy days, it'd be catastrophic. If you want more knowledge on all three citadels, Tu knows everything about them. Then they named their nation Hammerite Bunsop, in honor of the newly built citadel, for the protector and to worship the builder. That puts me to around the 1300 AD era, so the ancient times are all yours. We do have books if you'd like copies, it just too bad all the texts of the past have no names of government officials or any other person, but likely we are finding many new texts. Hopefully someday we may find one with names on it. Oh and I forgot, the language spoken back then is what is spoken now, just a few minor changes, its called the Sancir language now, back then it was Karuian. The other nations totally lost all native languages due to learning too much enlish and other foreing languages. But our nation keeps the old toungue preserved. Well I let you speak now, I feel like I've been talking too long.

OOC: Is the history too here and there or is it alright, im not a good writer soo, i did my best for both parts.

Sinjin nodded approvingly.
"Most enlightening. Were you aware hebrew is the only current language which 'died' for a period before being 'resurrected' as a national language?"
He smiles. "I was informed as such while conferring with a gentleman who came to sell me ships. Most informative indeed.

"Vastiva was founded in 1113 by the Ayyubid (Moorish) Prince Fafin’ad Sahir’ al-Din. His fleet of ships, having set course for Edessa suffered tragic and unforeseen difficulties as their chief navigator was killed in a freak storm and most of his equipment rendered useless. The fleet sailed onwards, guided by the sole remaining navigator, an apprentice named Kilij Arslan. Unfortunately, Kilij was unskilled and the fleet sailed into a land of inhospitable ice and snow. Supplies exhausted, Fafin was forced to make landfall and search for supplies. Legend has it the Prince had nearly given up hope when he spotted a small golden-furred feline among some scrub brush. Tracking the animal, he came across a small pond, well stocked with fish. His men used nets to gain their fill, saving them from starvation and gaining the animal (now the national animal) its name of Tabu Nekku, or “Lucky Cat”. Our people now have a few superstitions about the animal, mostly that it is never to be hunted or killed, and that the presence of one is a sign from Allah," he pauses, "or whatever name you place upon 'All that is'".

He pauses again for a drink.

"Over the next four years, Prince Fafin subjugated several local tribes and bonded them together into a militaristic “nation”. He named himself Sultan, and took pains to expand his control over the region. A rather bloody man from what we have pieced together of history, but one of great pride. It was from his actions that Vastiva created our current political structure, though it was not until much later the manner of things came to be as they are now."

He clears his throat.

"Sultan Fafin died in a battle with raiding Vikings, which his men then butchered without prisoners. The Sultanate then passed to his son, Siiking al-Din Shumash - as you perceive, we were then hereditary in our ruling, a practice which has since fallen by the wayside. Genetically unkempt, wouldn't you say, Akiko?"

"Over the centuries, Vastiva did nothing spectacular to gain international attention. We became increasingly self-contained, for some hundred years becoming completely isolated from the rest of the world, almost to the point of believing their land was all that existed. Which, if you look around our nation some time - you are most free to do so - is a rather bleak view of things. It did have one effect, however. Our people spent much time together, therefore our beliefs homogenized to an extent, and we became what we see now as radically acceptant and tolerant of others. A sort of social survival mechanism, in a fashion.

"We remained isolated until 1615, when during the Sultanate of Durin Shi’vash Estioli we “rediscovered” the neighboring nation of Alvaardland. Durin promptly subjugated it. This was dimly viewed by Alvaardland’s allies, who declared war on Vastiva, resulting in 10 years of constant guerilla and small-unit combat. Vastiva emerged victorious, three times its original size – and with an economy in complete ruins, due to the mass drafting and turning from what was necessary to acts of war. Merging the five populations proved too much of a problem for Durin, who abdicated at the point of a scimitar in favor of his cousin, Eola Sinitii al-Din."

He laughs at this. "Your pardon, but that is a most polite way of stating Eola had had quite enough of her iron mines being made property of the State, her miners being slaughtered in war, and her profits dwindling to nothing."

"She had Durin put into internal banishment in the city of Kjik’kjak and took control of the government. You may still view the city, today it is part of our power grid and is a stepping-off point to regions south of us. I believe it also has a port these days. Wonderful things they can do with plastics.

"Eola's reign is most often referred to as the “Red Sultanship”; she killed off roughly 30% of the combined population during her “reorganization and re-education” projects. Vastiva was thrown, kicking and screaming, into the 17th century. But then, it was necessary. And again, our nature of social politeness onto death served us well. We again became homogenized, society stabilized, and life began anew. Perhaps the largest addition Eola gave was the public school system and conscription of our youth. This gave everyone a base education, and basic military training. If a war does occur, most of our population could be summoned quickly, as they do remain part of the military system at least two weeks per year. Most keep strong ties with their comrades in arms, sometimes stronger then clan ties, though we do attempt to accomidate requests to keep clanmates within the same units as much as possible."

He stops for another drink.

"I fear I am boring you with this".

Akiko took in both the Hammerite and the Vastivian histories without an outward flinch. Hands clasped lightly in her lap her posture had reverted to the vertical spine of her youth, she could almost picture sensei Kakashai lecturing to her now. These people have quite a militaristic history, and one they show no shame of. Its no wonder the assault on that camp happened as it did. They seem cordial enough but there is no question here that there is an aspect of the noble savage. Akiko watched the sultan’s face and knew a question was coming.
“Genetically unkempt, wouldn't you say, Akiko?" What is that a royal pick up line? Though as far as crappy pick up lines go there are worse men to get them from. Akiko smiled politely and giggled,
“There is something to be said for diversity and unexpected surprises.” The sultan mere gave a nod and a smile and continued along the historical recollection.

The sultan came to the end and then lamented as to the excitement level. Akiko who was still soaking up the information, filing it for perfect recall later, was beaten to the punch by Joanne,
“Perish the thought my dear sultan. You have a beautiful country with a rich history, it would seem a shame if we did not at least come to know more of it.” She smiled wide showing her pearly white teeth pulling a stand of blond from her face. Looking over at Akiko she obtained the unspoken affirmative she was looking for.
“I guess it is time for me to enlighten you all to the Noviet history.” She smiled and took stock of her thoughts. Looking contemplative, or spacey as attractive blondes seem to get type casted, her eyes clouded in recollection as she struggled to come up with a beginning.
“The year was 1792 and the Dark Ages had just begun.” Before someone could protest she raised her hand,
“The Noviet dark ages unless otherwise specified Noviets see epochs as compared to them. If I was referring to say 600AD I would say the European darkages.” Lowering her hand she continued.
“Much like the dark ages in Europe a might empire on our continent had just collapsed. Simply unable to hold together the social dysfunction its foundation merely rotted away with time and left in its wake a number of city states and small nations. The Empire is obscure but it is believed that it may have been founded in the first or second century, an offshoot of the Xin Dynasty in nearby China. When the Xin left power in China it seems that their cousins stayed on in Nova Hope, which at the time was loosely called the eastern kingdom of the gods. But I digress.” Joanne waived a hand in front of herself, as if to shoo off the migrant thoughts.
“In the 1790s the powerful families and nobles of the is empire had cordoned off sections of Nova Hope for their own private lots of land. The Europeans had come and beaten the Xin Empire back from the shores and when the Dark Ages came they too turned their backs on colonial politics and business to try their hands at nation building. For the longest time European colonial leaders ruled as gods. With no way for the other factions to compete with them they carved concession after concession from their rivals and pitted the smaller factions against other European powers. It would’ve gone on like this for a good many years but outside factors intervened yet again.” Joanne stopped and took a drink, she smiled and spoke, mirth dancing in her eyes.
“I hope I am not being to over dramatic, I merely find it makes a good story.” Akiko looked at her, an eyebrow raised, before Joanne went back to her story.
“The Americans showed up and as the Americans have a tendency to do they changed the dynamic of the situation. American businessmen bereft of a Market to unload their weapons after the end of the western expansion sold them to the Chinese, Korean, and Japanese factions in the area. With the playing field tilted yet again savage raids and guerrilla wars thundered over the country. From the Jungles to the mountains to the deserts some one was fighting for something. Slowly over time dominant factions came out of it, it was also about this time that the first usage of the name Nova Hope came about. The main players in the new game were the descendants of the Koreans, the Chinese, the Dutch, the English, the Japanese and the Americans. The other big player at the time was Nova Hope. It was a conglomerate of people that had grown tired of the fighting and simply wanted to exist. With all the nationalities coexisting there peacefully looking back is it any wonder that Nova Hope was the one that came out on top. The minor players are what went first. Small mayors and feudal lords around Nova Hope were the first that ceded to the growing city state. Growing quickly it assimilated many of the outlying areas around it. A decent sized nation it decided it needed to expand and built the coastal city of Titanous. With this access to the pacific the growth of the nation took off. Trading with the Pacific Rim and bringing the latest in weapons from the Americans the Noviets were ready when the Dutch attacked. The war was like none the countries had ever seen. With WWI style weaponry the trenches and the attrition the entire thing abhorred the lot of them. The Dutch surrendered, prepared to make gross concessions but the Noviets pushed straight into Nieuw Rotterdam collapsing the government completely. The Dutch holding all promptly surrendered and were subjugated, but contrary to every subjugation prior to this one the Noviets offered the Dutch citizenships and the right to vote. This move changed the Noviets for the rest of time eternal.” Joanne paused for a moment, just long enough to extend her middle and index finger againster her thumb. She then moved it from her head, to her left hip, to her right shoulder, to her left shoulder and ended on her right hip. She then continued as if she never paused.
“The Dutch were a very commercial people, these ones especially because they were the grandsons and granddaughters of those first Dutch traders and now enfranchised they went about laying the ideas of entrepreneurialism, maximizing gains and minimizing losses into the system that had conquered them. Nova Hope was a very open society, very pliable in those days, and to an extent we still are, but capitalism was a trend that never lost its novelty in Nova Hope. It can be argued that all further gains came from the market. The other areas were slowly absorbed by assimilation, bribing of officials and on the occasional time armed conflict. And every time the country expanded it absorbed more of the culture of it had just brought to heel. As the Noviets assimalated the British they adopted their system of precedence, as they assimalated the Chinese they civilized their tactics of warfare and so on and so forth.” Joanne smiled at her recollection.
“Nova Hope is truly a country of diversity and we strive to collect more.” Joanne let her thoughts wander to a popular fable that she was told as a child.
“When the rest of the world was involved in WWII Nova Hope was a mess. We didn’t have the infrastructure to attract Japanese assault but I’m sure had they continued they would’ve take us as well. While the rest of the world fought we built, the post war era for us was spent catching up and sometimes surpassing the rest of the world, we felt we needed to hold a position of supremacy in the area. And now in the information age our work speaks for itself. Nova Hope is prospering.” Joanne smiled at the party and looked for reactions.

A servant tip-toes over and whispers in the Sultan's ear.

"A very deep tale, one which will require reflection. I am informed the hour is late, perhaps we could continue tomorrow with questions and answers?"

He rises - "Saahtayn" - and gives a slight bow to each member of each delegation, pausing a bit longer upon Akiko and Joanne then the others.

"Tomorrow is another day. We will talk more of the possibilities of the future and the lessons of the past?"

Akiko stood with the Sultan, bowing with him, as only polite.
“Saahtayn”
“Oyasumi Sinjin-chan.”
“Tomorrow is another day. We will talk more of the possibilities of the future and the lessons of the past?" Akiko smiled at that.
“If the time arises, and it pleases you, I will endeavor to seek his majesty out so that we may continue the discussion on our histories. Either way I should hope to see you again.” Akiko took stock of the situation, waiting for the sultan’s reply and left with Joanne in tow, hoping to heaven that Marcus wouldn’t spoil the evening. Akiko sub-vocalized to Marcus and when she stepped from the hall he and Joshua stepped from the room. Looking each other up and down Akiko and Feng paused, Feng acquiesced to Akiko and she began to speak.
“I do not foresee a problem but since chances are we’re not going to sleep well tonight Joshua you will take the watch, perhaps we can have you skip tonight’s sleep and be to bed early tomorrow, putting you on local time.” Akiko glanced at Feng’s wrist, picking up both the local time and the time back in NHC.
“Joanne you’ll have to do the best you can trying to get some sleep Feng and I shouldn’t have too much of a problem with it.” Feng nodded at Akiko, acknowledging her logic. After so much mental training Akiko can sleep or not at anytime and she know that I posses a similar ability from so much time doing company work. Not really having much to say the four looked at each other, not tired in the least, and three of them retired to their rooms for the night while Joshua pulled a chair into the hallway.

The next morning.

Akiko awoke with a start. Her body sluggish and her mind wanting the grog of another five minutes of bed rest. Looking at the hourglass, or in this case five-hourglass, she’d set in front of the candle, now a waxy lump, she began to revive her senses. She’d begun the meditation last night, as she had so many times before, and told her sub-conscious to wake her on cue, five hours later. She inhaled deeply through her nose at the cinnamon sent the candle was now emitting. Made to burn precisely five hours the candle emitted a sweet aroma when extinguished. Akiko had often wondered if the timepiece was more for tradition then practicality but she kept the practice pure, almost ritualistic, in honour of the way her sensei had taught her. Packing up her ‘alarm clock’ she went to the bath and prepared a shower. Running the water for a moment and using her inner forearm as a thermometer she decided the perfect amount of rotations for each tap, making note of it she turned the shower off and went to the main room. Smoothing out the wrinkles in her tight undershirt she began to quickly, and quietly move the furniture to make a clear seven foot wide area. Something that was not hard to do considering the luxurious accommodations she stayed in. Stretching quickly she began her morning kata routine. Freeing the mind and stretching the body she quickly worked up a mild sweet with her sweeping movements and quick thrusts. Peeling off her pajamas, a pair of skimpy panties and a tight tank top, she hopped in the shower with her favorite body soap to prepare herself for the day.

Moments later she was dressed in a full kimono and loose pants. Pausing by the bell pull she thought. What am I forgetting, yes, the weapons of course. Taking another few moments she removed the various darts, needles and small blades from the stitching of the kimono. Placing them in an ordered pattern on the counter in front of what looked like a vanity mirror she rung the bell for a servant. I must see if I cannot speak to someone about the schedule for today, but for right this moment I am hungry for breakfast. I wonder if I order Miso soup if they will know not to put the meat into it as well? Opening the door to wait for the servant she noticed a package in front of her door marked mail. Opening it she found another envelope containing a disc. Pausing to think a moment Feng’s familiar voice rang out.
“Its new orders. They want us, you that it, to start negotiating a new treaty and that’s how much of the farm you’re allowed to hand over.” Akiko stepped out to take in Feng’s appearance. Dressed in a solid black BDU style coverall, almost like a flight suit, he wore a vest and a heavy belt that offset the coveralls making it seem as if he wore two separate articles. Akiko herself only knew from past experience that it was in fact a one piece and a vest.
“You’ve looked in my mail?” Feng cocked an eyebrow at her.
“We both know I don’t need to.” Akiko smiled at that, she knew that the NNAO had probably given Feng more background info on this than the foreign affairs department did for her. She stood and regarded him in silence, knowing the servant would be there momentarily.

As if summoned, a servant – male, clad in pantaloons and a blousy shirt, waisted with a sash – came through the double doors and scampered to a stop in front of Akiko’s door. He almost began speaking to Akiko - but curiosity being what it was, he instead turned to Joshua and asked “If this one may, why are you within the hallway and not the room?"

He then gave a full genuflection to Akiko, then Feng. "If it is proper, we would know what you desire for morning repast, or if you wish to immediately look about our city, or if you have other plans?"

His "clone" - paying no attention at all to anything Noviet - moved onwards to the door of the room the Hammerite's had chosen, and knocked thrice.

Joshua looked mildly startled that someone had spoken to him. Stiffening a bit he uncrossed his arms and straightened his posture.
“Uhh, just protocol my dear man nothing to concern yourself with.” The servant accepted this answer. Whether he accepted it at face or because he was told to, Joshua couldn’t tell, yet.

Once the servant spoke to Akiko she smiled politely, bowing as deep as he genuflected. As the two came up in unison she spoke.
“I would like to have breakfast now please. I’ll have a miso soup made from the remains of the meal last night, omitting the meats of course.” She smiled again, as if the thought of home struck a fond cord.
“I need some time to go over my mail in detail but once I have I’d like to share my breakfast with the person who can help me plan the schedules for my team. If it is not too much trouble I’d like an order of crepes made for Joanne too please.” She bowed again at the waist and the servant gave his atypical bow while bending at the knee. As the servant stood Feng broke in with,
“Two orders of Back bacon, fried eggs, toast, coffee, and OJ.” The servant seemed unflapped, outwardly, by the curt intrusion and made a verbal affirmation to Feng.

Once the servant had taken his leave Akiko made her way back into the room to review the data sent from HQ.

OCC: Sorry that took so long.

Qased nodded a bow at each order, making mental note of such. He briefly wondered why the pretty one wished breakfast made from leftovers, but it was not his place to question, only to serve.

He took in the request for bacon calmly, adding it to his mental list.

The kitchen was a hive of activity; fortunately, a chef and four sous-chefs had been assigned to create for the Noviet delegation. Qased headed directly to the chef and gave the orders – receiving the same odd look at Akiko’s request for leftovers in her soup – before heading out to find the Grand Vizier.

Raahmid was looking through more of the pile on his desk when the boy arrived.
“Your pardon, my Vizier, but the Noviet delegation has requested guides to prepare itineraries. It is possible they may need as many as four, perhaps more.”
Raahmid barely noticed. “Of course. Abir’abla has already been assigned to Joshua, they seem to get along. Saheb and Ghaliya have their paperwork in order, and should meet you at the door to their hallway. And then I believe I shall select you for the fourth”.

Qased bowed low. “You honor this unworthy one”.
“Yes, yes. Go, get your things. If I know our kitchens you have less then twenty minutes to prepare and to go back. Leave your kit at the doors with Saheb’s and Ghaliya’s.”

The boy bowed – “Namaste” - there was almost a pop as he vacated the office to his quarters to pick up his burnoose and boots.

He was back to the kitchen just as the trays were completed; he was also gratified that Saheb appeared to take one of them. Ghaliya took his gear and placed it with theirs.

Of Abir’abla, there was no sign, but this too was not his concern.

The three made their way to the Noviets suites with a minimum of speaking, Saheb taking up Feng’s breakfast, and Qased carrying that for the women. Service was swift and silent.

“Are there more needs at this time? Our Vizier has indicated we are to be your guides for whatever exploration you wish at this time.”

Akiko
It didn’t take long before the would-be guides came back, they were quick she would give them that but she’d absorbed the orders she’d received. Drinking her Miso soup across the table from Qased and Ghaliya she smiled.
“Well my plans for the first few hours will be contained to the palace until Joanne wakes. I want to read some more on your history and more importantly I want to get my hands on any non-classified agreements you have internationally.” She sipped at her soup again, holding the bowl with both hands along her centre mass.
“I need to prepare for my negotiations with your country this morning so it will be filled with mostly studying for me. After a few hours both Joanne and I will want to tour the city and possibly dine at out, at an establishment that will be chosen later. Could all of this be arranged?”

Feng
Passing one of the orders off to Joshua he motioned for Saheb to come and sit with him. Devouring the breakfast like an animal he spoke around his food, while not letting any of it show.
“I want to take a tour of any unclassified military installations, historical forts and your industrial sectors. I also want to take a shot down to your docks and see how you guys do things down there.” Feng swallowed hard.
“Think we can do that?”

Joshua
Sitting in the hallway he wondered where Abir’abla was. Perhaps I should call for her? No, I’ll wait until the others have their plans made.

Joanne
Breathing gently Joanne was sound asleep. Not having the experience of Feng or the training of Akiko sleep had not over taken for a few hours after she had gone to bed and now she wouldn’t wake for a few hours to come.

Akiko

Ghaliya nodded. “Most assuredly, Emissary. The library is in the wing beyond the doors, and such documents as you desire will be made available there”.

Qased looks a mite uncomfortable. “Your pardon, Emissary, but did your other wish these cold, or should they be remade when she rises?”

Feng

Saheb nods. “The port of Nassanuella and the sea base there are but a brief jaunt from here, though the fortress city of Kjik-Kjak is on the other end of our country, and even a bullet-train will take some time getting there. It may be a days worth of traveling.

“You are also within one of our oldest fortifications, though the old dockworks have been removed.”

“Did you wish to see the shops, or the production facilities, Ayid?”

Joshua

A wisp of a blonde girl walked quickly up to Joshua and his chair. “Your pardon, but would you like breakfast? And we did wish to know if it was proper to continue to entertain your pilot, he has been some time in the room prepared for him, and has called for all manners of entertainments.” She quickly added “We do not mind – the Sultan has stated such is his hospitality, and your pilot has caused no trouble. However, we sought to know if this was in accordance with your emissaries wishes… quietly, if possible?”


And finally…

To Robert Blanely, Deputy Foreign affairs minister, Nova Hope

Ab-shalom and greetings;

We would request copies of all your unclassified international agreements, particularly those involving trade or military support. We would also appreciate a current map of your nation.

Your swift aid in this matter would be most appreciated. Our team will be arriving in your country in a few weeks, as our foreman assures us the building will be completed to our specifications. It is hoped the erecting of a Weyker dome over the embassy itself would not be prohibitive, as apparently your environment is of rather unique quality, and our ambassadors may need such protection while adapting.

We must also discuss the condition of ambassadors, particularly in relation to the concepts of diplomatic immunity, financial support, and military defenses of the embassy. We assure you, your team has been most helpful in our understanding of your people, but we do wish to formalize what agreements can be made, to minimize later difficulty if such should arise.

Many thanks for your attention, and our pardon for your time.

Go in Peace,

Namaste,
Raahmid Javani
Grand Vizier,
Humble Servant of His Magnificence, the Sultan of Vastiva

OOC do tell me you didn't try to bug an embassy.

Akiko

“Excellent then,” there was a bit of a pause as she drained the rest of her soup out. “I shall be off to the library immediately.” Picking up some paper she began to make a quick note to Joanne.
“No that’s quite all right the crepes will keep and I don’t care to be overly burdensome.” Straightening up from the note she walked to her suit case to remove a small satchel fitted with fastenings for several pieces of modern technology including a laptop, a digital camera and other accessories.
“Now shall we proceed to the library?”

Feng

Feng raised an eyebrow at Saheb. Shops? Swallowing the last of his food he wiped his mouth with the napkin and made his way towards his already packed day bag, slipping on his P-HUDD as he passed the table by his bed. Finally turning to speak he gave a disarming quarter smile, which looked like a quick tug in his face muscles from his perpetual looks of impasse.
“Well today I’m playing at tourist. I’d like you to take me around the things I mentioned and tell me about their usage in historical context, as for the shops, if we have time you can show them to me.” Picking up another bag, this one containing military grade winter wear, he motioned to the door.
“Shall we?”

Joshua

Joshua looked at the blond, then at his lap where he balanced the meal Feng had passed him. His eyes flitted back and forth, girl, lap, girl, and lap. Before he answered unsurely,
“Uhh, no I’m good but thanks.” Taking his first bite from the meal he looked up at her.
“O’Brian is up?” His ears perked at the rest of the sentence.
“Its seven in the morning and he’s out of his drunk all ready? Heh that bastard must be loving it. Send him back here to his room, he’s enjoying himself too much. Tell ya what take me to him and I’ll do it.” Standing he put the plate of food on the chair and knocked on Feng’s door shouting through it,
“Hey, I’m off to get Marcus, I’ll be right back.” Turning to the blond he smiled,
“Lets go.”

Joanne
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Response to the Official Query

Salutations Grand Vizier:

The documents will be sent post haste, digital versions can be found attached to the end of this message.
A dome shape may not be the best idea because this is as stated a downtown area. It is possible but the vertical axis of the dome will have to be grossly exaggerated or the dome won’t contain the building with the restraints of the plot of land. However there is no problem in building it as long as it passes safety regulation you are clear, you’ll find our laws to be lax in that regard.

We are fair in our treatment of foreign diplomats. While it is true we hold no international agreement with the world at large the following is our stance on diplomatic immunity and we will sign something to this effect if needed,


Should a member of society, who would fall under diplomatic immunity under the Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations 1961-* (of which Nova Hope is not a signatory), allegedly commit an act defined as a crime by the domestic government of Nova Hope he shall be granted the following due process.

A quick tribunal, which can be held with or without the offending party present, will be held to determine the nature of the offence. The tribunal will pronounce one of the following.
a) Cultural Misunderstanding – Should the offence be of limited severity and born of ignorance a copy of the statue that was denied will be given to the party and they will be warned.
b) Negligent Behavior – Should the offence be of a limited severity and born of negligence an official protest will be sent to the body of authority over the party. The party will receive official reprimand and be bared from the presence of any federal government body. (This is subject to the offence.)
c) Malicious Intent – Should the offence be of a limited severity and born of intent actions the body of authority will be queried to assume responsibility for the party. Should responsibility be assumed no action will be taken against the party and all liability will fall to the authority over the party, leaving the matter in the hands of the federal government. Should responsibility be waived the liability will fall to the party, where in civil action may be sought by those injured by the party. The party will receive official reprimand and be bared from the presence of any federal government body. (This is subject to the offence.)
d) Hostile Actions – Should the offence be of an extreme severity and born of intent or negligence the body of authority will be queried to assume responsibility for the party. Should responsibility be assumed no action will be taken against the party and all liability will fall to the authority over the party, leaving the matter in the hands of the federal government where repercussions will be pursued with extreme prejudice. Should responsibility be waived the liability will fall to the party, where in civil action may be sought by those injured by the party and criminal action may be sought by the federal government. The party will receive official reprimand and be bared from the presence of any federal government body. (This is subject to the offence.)

*Note above: Being barred from the presence of a federal body does not limit the movement of the any government body. Bar is considered temporarily voided when summoned by a federal body.


As for defense of the embassy, it will fall to the protection of domestic authorities already in place and will be defended as any other part of Noviet territory.

As for financial support, as long as they are guests of the state their expenses are paid. Once they assume the embassy they fall under other agreements. The most common Noviet practice here is for individual agreements as apposed to a broad understanding.

OOC: I need to talk to you via ICQ to get you the agreements because while I will share with someone I’m in negotiations with I won’t broadcast it to the world here.

Akiko

Ghaliya looked at the pile of equipment Akiko was bringing. “Might I carry any of that for you? And, truly, it would not be difficult to supply what you ask on CD-ROM or other such media…”

She shrugged, carried what was given her, and lead Akiko to the library – an immense room filled floor to ceiling with books of all ages, with long ladders that rolled through the shelves… Very British in one sense. In other, if one looked, there were public terminals for access to the databases, an uplink to the UN, and several readers of everything from microfiche to microdots.

A calm older man with thick glasses met her there. His vest and tight cuffed pants were quite opposite the Arabian-flavored garments she had seen so far, but rather fitting the surroundings.

“Greetings, Emissary. I am David, one of the librarians. If I can be of assistance, please…”

Ghaliya interrupted quickly. “The Emissary has indicated a wish to read more of our history, and to look over any unclassified international agreements Vastiva is signatory to at this time.”

David nods. “Just so. If you will find somewhere comfortable – tea, perhaps? I have made up a pot of Earl Grey, I find it suits. Oh, yes, I shall bring the agreements first, they are a far lighter pile…”

He walks into the stacks, still muttering a bit to himself, walking with a slight stoop and a definite limp.

Feng

Saheb nodded. “If it please, I need to retrieve some gear from beyond the doors, if you will wait by the downward stairs, Ayid?”

He comes back carrying a duffel bag and wearing a M-TCOD (looks like a modified cellphone with a fiber-optic jacked headset).

“This way, Ayid?”

The guards swing open the doors; the same stairway leads downward to a short bullet train car, which waits long enough for them to strap themselves in before whisking them towards Nassanuella.

“The port city is one of our older ones, and the farthest mainland northern point of Vastiva. As far back as we can discern, it has always been a port, and has our strongest proof to being where Prince Fafin’ad Sahir’ al-Din landed in 1113. The long natural jetties create a protected cove which has demonstrated a relative immunity to our weather. There are also geothermal jets below the surface. Nassanuella is one of the very few areas in Antarctica where if you fall into the ocean, you will not freeze to death.” He shrugs. “In summer, the beaches are rather popular, though not as much as those at the middle of the coastal region. It supports both a military base and civilian shipping, and is currently having additional constructs added to support Vastivan Cruise Lines. I believe several casinos are among the buildings being planned.”

Joshua

She nods and leads him through the double doors into the third dining room – which has been meticulously cleaned from last nights events, down to the walls which are now simple gray stone. She turns and takes a door to their right – one concealed last night – which leads to a hallway of doors.

“These are guest rooms, mostly. I believe you can find your pilots most easily.”

She isn’t kidding. One door is open, cittar music flows out of it, and even as Joshua watches a servant carries a tray of pancakes into the room.

Within, O’Brien is “entertaining” about twelve young ladies, all watching him with wrapt attention as he weaves a tale – probably 90% bologna – about his prowess in flight and fight. Pancake syrups and empty dishes are strewn about him, along with several wrappings and no few bottles and glasses.

OOC: Due to me starting school, and parents being mean. I was limited on computer for awhile so thats why i havent been here. But now i am so... ill start again. Even though im starting at where you sent the servants to the hammerite suite

IC:
Within the Hammerite suite, the two Keepers and sickly Ambassador are sleeping. Tu is in light sleep so as to wake to any required task, such answering the door. Tu wakes at the sound of the knock on the door and answers it... "Why hello good sir and good morning. Could you bring us some fish for breakfast, nothing for the ambassador though. And after Hank wakes up and has breakfast, he would like to take a tour around the city. I would like to tour around this building. Thank you for coming to our needs." Tu says as he waits for the servant to exit then closing the door and getting a new set of clothes on.

OOC: Due to me starting school, and parents being mean. I was limited on computer for awhile so thats why i havent been here. But now i am so... ill start again. Even though im starting at where you sent the servants to the hammerite suite

IC:
Within the Hammerite suite, the two Keepers and sickly Ambassador are sleeping. Tu is in light sleep so as to wake to any required task, such answering the door. Tu wakes at the sound of the knock on the door and answers it... "Why hello good sir and good morning. Could you bring us some fish for breakfast, nothing for the ambassador though. And after Hank wakes up and has breakfast, he would like to take a tour around the city. I would like to tour around this building. Thank you for coming to our needs." Tu says as he waits for the servant to exit then closing the door and getting a new set of clothes on.

OOC That's about where this is, no worries. :)

IC:
The servant nodded. "Any particular variety of fish?"

Upon being answered - or not, as the case may be - he leaves and fetches their breakfast, while passing on the word of their request for guides.

Akiko

“Tea would be most agreeable to my palate this morn, would you care to sit with me as I drink? We could discuss the articles I’ve been instructed to read.” Looking up at the impetuous servant Akiko smiled.
“Ghaliya would you care to join David and I for early morning tea, it helps to settle and centre ones self.” Sitting at a table that was relatively uncluttered with literature she brought her legs under herself in a crossed manner. Her posture was rigid yet not tensed, she looked completely at ease with her back running perfectly parallel to the vertical back of the chair. When David came back she thanked the man and took the tea.
“I mustn’t delay for too long but a morning tea is nice, I find that since the President has put Colombia coffee in all government buildings I’m beginning to develop a vice.” Akiko smiled at that, mulling over her beverage for a moment, recalling her time in offices.
“I’m afraid Kakashai-sensei would be displeased if he knew of my fondness for it.” Shaking her head slightly, as if to loose a dream, she refocused her eyes on David who was sitting down now.
“I must say David you don’t fit the typical décor of the palace. Must people here seem to have a certain, Aramaic slash Arabic flair. I don’t mean to seem assumptive but I would’ve expected a bit baggier clothing and perhaps a more culturally relative name, like Da’ud.”

Feng

Feng settled into the bullet train ride. Looking about the car he took in the reasonably comfortable surroundings. Relaxing his posture he slouched in the chair, his legs sliding forward. Smiling over to Saheb he asked,
“So,.. what, four hour trip?” waiting for the answer he acknowledged with a bit of a grunt.
“I guess we got some time to talk then. How long’ve you been working for the Sultan, in a personal manner.”

Joshua

Taking in the scene Joshua chuckled silently. A bit of the highland penchant for tall tales eh Marcus? Smiling he took a place leaning on the door jam. Listening to the story he waited for Marcus to finish.
“- then when the Colombian AA locked on to me I knew I was in trouble. They fired and I rolled hard, expertly weaving between the bursting clouds of flak my F-18 taking nothing more than a scratch I released my payload into the building that housed the cocaine. The warehouse erupted as I dropped low, avoiding the retaliatory stike-“ Joshua shook his head and laughed out loud.
“And then you managed to execute a perfect landing on the carrier without the aid of instrumentation as it had been damaged by flak fire.” Marcus looked like he saw a ghost when Joshua spoke up.
“Ah Briggs there you are. Uhh yes that’s what happened.” Joshua moved into the room, the women parting for him as he smiled taking in their pretty faces. Activating his subdermal implant he subvocalized to Marcus,
“I take it you didn’t bother to tell them that the entire shore was prepped by a B-2 bombing run and then pepper by ship to shore ballistic fire.”
“I don’t think you get to talk. I might’ve been drunk but I still recall you walking through the main hall with an attractive young woman who if memory serves, came frosted so to speak.” Joshua grimaced internal at that one. He knew he’d not heard the end of this from Feng and he didn’t really want to get into this here. Clearing his throat he closed the link.
“So ladies, has my friend here been good to you?”

Joanne

The young woman groaned from bed. She was exhausted but she knew there was work to be done today. Clawing viciously at the alarm clock it flew from the outlet, finally granting her silence. Rubbing at her eyes she pulled herself up right and stood slowly. Seeing the not from Akiko she read loud;
“Jo;
There are some crepes out in the main room and Qased is sure to be around here somewhere to help you out, try not to be too indecent :D

I want you to get a hold of someone and draw up a negotiation schedule for this assignment with the following in mind. We need to negotiate
- A trade agreement
- A defensive agreement
- An exchange program of sorts, to allow our troops to train in this terrain
- Research sharing
- New colonial arrangements (air space agreements, border agreements etc.)

Hope your not hung over love, Dewa mata
Akiko”

Joanne rubbed her head and wandered out into the room to see what condition the crepes were in.

Akiko

David smiles. “Most certainly, I would be happy to sit with you.” He pours a cup for Ghaliya and one for himself. “One lump or two? Lemon? Milk?”

He reclines easily into the plush seat. “You do make assumptions of the nature of our country. This is not – by any stretch of the imagination – a purely Arabic nation. Nor could it be said to be purely German, or Russian, or any of the ethnicities which make up its constituency. Take myself as an example.” He smiles gently. “I arrived in 1943 as part of a refugee flood from what was then Nazi Germany, though as a baby, far too young to remember much of it. My ancestors are German and Hebrew. Am I Vastivan? Most certainly – this is my home. Do I feel any need to accept any religion or set of beliefs? Certainly not. In point of fact, there is no State sanctioned religion or belief set, or much of anything else where it comes to personal choice. The Sultan has aided the construction of mosque and temple, and puts no preferential treatment to either.”

He takes a drink. “Earl Grey, I have found, cuts the morning chill rather well. Where was I? Oh yes. What you have seen is what is. The clothing works in the climate. It has been adapted over hundreds of years, and there is no compelling reason not to adapt to it. However, there are equally no reasons one cannot adapt another form of clothing – or none at all. That I wear what is comfortable for me, and fits my view of self as a librarian, simply fits. There are no comments made – there is no uniform requirement upon me, and my name is my own. Unlike, say, your guide.”

He takes another drink.

“This land has absorbed many cultures, but it is not a true melting pot. A better metaphor would be to say it creates alloys, hybrids. Neither truly loses anything of itself, but the meeting creates a certain… ‘polite acceptance’ may be the word I am looking for. May I refill your cup?”

Feng

“Since I was five, Ayid.”

Joshua

Several of the women titter at each other.
“Most certainly, he has been most… entertaining”. (giggling)
“His tales enrapture a most dull existence”. (giggling)
“Did you wish to join us, Ayid? Perhaps we can hear more tales. Storytellers are most prized guests in the palace”.

Joanne

Her crepes are being fussed over by Qased, who has placed a warmer-pad underneath the covered dish, to keep them at suitable temperature. He also fusses with the slight glass vase containing a single red rose that has been delivered as an accompaniment to her meal.

Upon hearing her, he turns. “Good Morning, Ayid.”

Two servants carrying a well-laden platter with everything from fishcakes to boiled scrod to shark steaks appear, placing their burden on the room's table.

"I believe this will fit your wishes, Emissary. These two will guide you wherever you wish to explore - that is Jacob and this is Kansbar."

Akiko

“One lump or two? Lemon? Milk?”
“Lemon please David-dono.”
Earl Grey, I have found, cuts the morning chill rather well. Where was I? Oh yes. What you have seen is what is. The clothing works in the climate. It has been adapted over hundreds of years, and there is no compelling reason not to adapt to it. However, there are equally no reasons one cannot adapt another form of clothing – or none at all. That I wear what is comfortable for me, and fits my view of self as a librarian, simply fits. There are no comments made – there is no uniform requirement upon me, and my name is my own. Unlike, say, your guide.” Akiko tilted her head slightly at this, almost as if to roll the thought around.
“My apologies David-dono, perhaps I did come to certain presumptions about your people. Though with the décor of the palace and the people I’ve seen so far its not impossible for one to make the misconception.” Akiko sipped from her tea, savoring the taste. Not quite a nice green tea but soothing nonetheless. At David’s last comment Akiko turned to appraise Ghaliya again. Maintaining poise her eyes did not hide the curiosity held within.
“Your name is not your own?”
“This land has absorbed many cultures, but it is not a true melting pot. A better metaphor would be to say it creates alloys, hybrids. Neither truly loses anything of itself, but the meeting creates a certain… ‘polite acceptance’ may be the word I am looking for. May I refill your cup?” Akiko sipped the last of the tea and pursed her lips for a moment, gathering her thoughts about her one could almost see them dance about the silently shifting kimono.
“Perhaps my own experiences in Nova Hope proper have jaded me. It seems to me that anything in the mainland is absorbed and assimilated into the mainstream. Take my newly acquired caffeine vice, back on Kanku it would be unacceptable to my mentors and frowned at by my peers, yet I have still begun to drink it. Nova Hope dances a very fine line between multiculturalism and assimilation, its refreshing to see a country that acknowledges where that line lies.” Akiko held her hand up at the offer, shaking her head in the negative.
“No I’m afraid this conversation is too pleasurable to truly be duty, and I have duties to attend to, another time perhaps.” Reaching around to her bag she began to pluck her gear from it. Looking to David again she spoke her soft request.
“David-dono I should hope you might offer some insights to the treatise as I make digital copies, but I very much understand if your work calls you away.”

Feng

Feng chuckled at the one liner response. Smiling he leaned towards the younger man.
“Five eh? So how old are ya now?” Feng’s eyes flitted about the young man gauging him. Could it be I’ve insulted the little bugger?

Joshua + Marcus

Joshua chuckled at that one. Ladies anything I told you would get us both killed. Unlike Marcus here I don’t quite have the luxury of a fast and easy tongue. Smiling in a disarming fashion he locked eyes on the one who had offered him to stay.
“Another time perhaps dear, I just came to check in on Marcus.” Stepping up beside Marcus, who was now on his feet, he shook his head and rolled his eyes. Grabing his shoulder in a friendly embrace he chuckled in a low tone.
“So how was your night?” Marcus’ eyes lit up like a fireworks display at the memory, he just smiled in response.
“That good eh? Did you get any sleep?” At this Marcus gave a casual shrug,
“Meh, I think I dozed off for a few hours.” Joshua chuckled at that, shaking his head.
“I take it your good if I leave you here to your own vices?” Looking like he’d been given every gift he wanted for his eighth Christmas Marcus smiled emphatically with a nod. Joshua simply rolled his eyes and turned to the gaggle of girls again. Bending at the knees to get to eye level he smiled and looked for the one who looked like she commanded some respect or authority over the others.
“Could you tell me where I could find Abir’abla please?”

Joanne

“Umm, good morning, Qased.” Plodding into the room with her silk pajamas Joanne was sure she looked decidedly un-sexy but that wasn’t here main concern right now. Right now the tantalizing aroma of crepes called to her in an undeniable way. Sitting at the table she began to help herself with the food availed to her. Sating the harshest part of her hunger she downed a mug of coffee and then warmed up a little. Looking up to Qased she smiled, almost meekly.
“Sorry, until I’m caffeinated in the morning I’m not the nicest person.” She gave a little giggle and an apologetic smile at her own jest.
“I take it you can help me set up Akiko’s schedule for the negotiations?”

Two servants carrying a well-laden platter with everything from fishcakes to boiled scrod to shark steaks appear, placing their burden on the room's table.

"I believe this will fit your wishes, Emissary. These two will guide you wherever you wish to explore - that is Jacob and this is Kansbar."

OOC:

Who is this directed to?

OOC:
Originally Posted by Vastiva
Two servants carrying a well-laden platter with everything from fishcakes to boiled scrod to shark steaks appear, placing their burden on the room's table.

"I believe this will fit your wishes, Emissary. These two will guide you wherever you wish to explore - that is Jacob and this is Kansbar."

Who is this directed to?

Hammerite, who wanted fish.

Joanne

Qased’s head bobbed a bow. “Most certainly. With whom did you wish her to meet? At the moment, only the Vizier of Commerce is unavailable, as he is at a trade conference. If you will explain your needs, most happily can a schedule be made up.”


Akiko


Akiko tilted her head slightly at this, almost as if to roll the thought around.
“My apologies David-dono, perhaps I did come to certain presumptions about your people. Though with the décor of the palace and the people I’ve seen so far its not impossible for one to make the misconception.” Akiko sipped from her tea, savoring the taste. Not quite a nice green tea but soothing nonetheless. At David’s last comment Akiko turned to appraise Ghaliya again. Maintaining poise her eyes did not hide the curiosity held within.
“Your name is not your own?”


Ghaliya shook her head. “No, Emissary, it is not. It is what this one is to be called for the duration of her contract, unless our Sultan decides it is his pleasure to change it, in which case it will be changed.”


Akiko sipped the last of the tea and pursed her lips for a moment, gathering her thoughts about her one could almost see them dance about the silently shifting kimono.
“Perhaps my own experiences in Nova Hope proper have jaded me. It seems to me that anything in the mainland is absorbed and assimilated into the mainstream. Take my newly acquired caffeine vice, back on Kanku it would be unacceptable to my mentors and frowned at by my peers, yet I have still begun to drink it. Nova Hope dances a very fine line between multiculturalism and assimilation, its refreshing to see a country that acknowledges where that line lies.” Akiko held her hand up at the offer, shaking her head in the negative.
“No I’m afraid this conversation is too pleasurable to truly be duty, and I have duties to attend to, another time perhaps.” Reaching around to her bag she began to pluck her gear from it. Looking to David again she spoke her soft request.
“David-dono I should hope you might offer some insights to the treatise as I make digital copies, but I very much understand if your work calls you away.”


David smiled gently. “My work at the moment is you and your interests. Which treaty would you like to discuss first?”

Ghaliya rolls her eyes and sits back. “Wouldn’t it be easier to give her the whole thing on CD? Or let her run a download off the public sites?”

Feng

Feng chuckled at the one liner response. Smiling he leaned towards the younger man.
“Five eh? So how old are ya now?” Feng’s eyes flitted about the young man gauging him. Could it be I’ve insulted the little bugger?

“Fifteen winters have I seen, Ayid.” Saheb wasn’t insulted, but there just wasn’t much discussion in the answers.

Joshua + Marcus

Joshua chuckled at that one. Ladies anything I told you would get us both killed. Unlike Marcus here I don’t quite have the luxury of a fast and easy tongue. Smiling in a disarming fashion he locked eyes on the one who had offered him to stay.
“Another time perhaps dear, I just came to check in on Marcus.” Stepping up beside Marcus, who was now on his feet, he shook his head and rolled his eyes. Grabbing his shoulder in a friendly embrace he chuckled in a low tone.
“So how was your night?” Marcus’ eyes lit up like a fireworks display at the memory, he just smiled in response.
“That good eh? Did you get any sleep?” At this Marcus gave a casual shrug,
“Meh, I think I dozed off for a few hours.” Joshua chuckled at that, shaking his head.
“I take it your good if I leave you here to your own vices?” Looking like he’d been given every gift he wanted for his eighth Christmas Marcus smiled emphatically with a nod. Joshua simply rolled his eyes and turned to the gaggle of girls again. Bending at the knees to get to eye level he smiled and looked for the one who looked like she commanded some respect or authority over the others.
“Could you tell me where I could find Abir’abla please?”


“Find? Ayid, her quarters are not a … just place for a single man to be. If it is your desire, she can be fetched.”
She titters to another one of the gaggle, who titters back.
“Ahh, so ka.” She looks at Joshua. “She was assigned to you today. So she will most probably be headed to your room, if not there already.”

Akiko

Smiling at Ghaliya’s comment she suppressed a giggle.
“There is something to be said for having copies of the original. The treatise will be entered into out national database to be made public knowledge for anyone who might care to see it. It helps academics who cannot come see the originals for themselves.” Putting down the tea cup and helping David clear the tray she cocked and eyebrow,
“Not your idea of a fun time to help an odd foreigner around a library?” Raising her hand to hold back the response, as it was a rhetorical question, her light voice singsonged again,
“I will let you pick the spot we go this afternoon. If you have a favorite restraint or spot in the city you like to go to we shall go there.” Satisfied that she’d given Ghaliya something to look forward to she smiled at David again.
“Now David-dono I would like very much to review the treaties in chronological order, making copies as we go. From now to yester year or from then till now the choice is yours.”

Feng

“Fifteen eh?” Feng looked at the young man appraisingly, his lips pulling to a slant as he tried not to chortle.
“So play any sports? Have a girlfriend? Tell me about yourself boy we have the time.”

Joshua

Having left Marcus to the entertainment of the ladies he wandered back to his room, taking in the sights as he went. I suppose there is nothing left for me to do other than wait for her.

Joanne

Joanne looked down at her note.
“I need to set up the meetings with officials for the negotiations of a trade agreement, an arrangement of military nature, a scientific sharing agreement, and of the status of the colonial border we share. Akiko will most likely spend much of today in preparing for the meetings so tomorrow might be better for them to sit down together. Today however I would like to meet with each of the officials and give them the basis of our proposition so they would not be caught unawares.” Looking down at her unprofessional attire she gave a sheepish exhalation,
“After I’ve had time to finish eating and getting dressed, of course.”

Tu thanks the servers for the fish. "Hello Jacob and Kansbar, I am Mak Tu, this is Agren Hank and this is our ambassador. Please take a seat, we will be about 30 minutes to eat. Then we shall explore around." Tu takes a seat at the table and starts to eat. Hank awakes to find the fish and two strangers in the room. "Hey.. who are you guys...," Hank asks wearily, "These are Jacob and Kansbar Hank, they are our guides. Now hurry up and eat your fish so we can go have a nice tour." They two dig in while the guides wait patiently.

OOC: Ill be posting mostly near the weekends, as its when i have the lesser amount of homework. So just to let you know.

bump

Akiko

David headbobs a nod and begins the review of treaties from the beginning of the reign of Sinjin Lefkowitz al-Din to the current day:

(Embassy swaps)
(Ottoman Khaif Empire maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari and consulate in Nassanuella)
(Last Patriot maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Binexx Island maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(IDF maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Camewot maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(British Morocco maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Cullenus maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Praetoria maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Free Marlton maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Sharina maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
*(Sharina maintains Consulate in Sisu Arshu)
(Inkana maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Granzi maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Mac Cumhail maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Modern Texas maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Tanagondaria maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Achelonia maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Endenia maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)
(Esth maintains Embassy in Sisu Vaari)

Vastiva also has an active trade agreement with Kanabia. There are two earlier trade agreements (Blue Penguins and Vaniya) but both those nations “have gone dim”.

Vastiva also has embassy/trade/defense agreements with all NATO nations, and all maintain joint embassies.

Feng

“Many apologies, Ayid, but there is little to tell. This one is a servant in the house of the Sultan, and does as bid. There is little space for personal life as such. Though for sports, this one is skilled as a skater and gymnast.” He gives a little smile. “And there are always many opportunities for dalliances within the palace. The Sultan considers these proper and normal, as long as they do not interfere with the performance of our duties.”

Joshua

As Joshua passes through the door into the quarters, a playful giggle butterflies from behind him.

“Did you miss me much during your long sleep in your chair, Josh?” Abir’abla states rather brashfully.


Joanne

Qased nods. “Most are available. Perhaps it would be more direct to take things up with the Sultan himself? Or would you prefer the individual viziers?”

He takes her in a moment.

“If the former, I am most certain your current attire would be entirely acceptable.”

Mak Tu

Jacob and Kansbar remain completely passive through the meal, watching almost as good French waiters.

“Coffee? No? Very well.”

Tu is lead by Kansbar around the guest wing of the Sultan’s Palace – rather plush living, the palace wing has it’s own communications tower, swimming pool, library (hello Akiko!), kitchen, solarium (great view of the coast), garage, gymnasium, saunas, a small museum, several meeting rooms, all sorts of places you could go to amuse or discuss without being interrupted. The entire is semi-littered with the green-robed guards, now carrying a different sort of submachine gun, the FNP90.

This tour will take several hours.

Jacob looks at Hank. “Were you interested in seeing Sisu Vaari, the capital, or Nassanuella, our main port? And are you equipped with arctic gear? The weather promises some chill.”


OOC: Wedding this weekend, race on the 17th, wedding planned in the future that needs credentials sent to New Mexico... ArGH real life sucks sometimes.

OOC Sorry bud, the school life is making an attempt on my very soul,… not really. Just swamping me lately. I’m sorry if some of these look like cop out posts I just want to get it moving.
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Akiko

Akiko studied each document diligently, making many a digital record. When she was not making records she was commenting on each individual treaty, giving her professional opinion on it.

Feng

“Gymnast, skating. Tsk. Anything more masculine?” Feng smiled at him, letting him know the barb was in jest.
“But seriously, pommel, uneven bars, rings what?”

Joshua

Joshua smiled inside at that. He turned and looked at the young woman sternly.
“One forgets her place.” Before she totally registered that Joshua embraced her passionately. “That’s for the bad joke.” Smiling he looked her up and down, seeing how her appearance had changed from the night before. Shaking his wide unabashed smile from his face he looked her in the eyes.
“So, where would you like to take me for the day?”

Joanne

Ever the diplomat she caught her barrage in her throat. Looking only mildly indignant at the impropriety that had been suggested to her she stifled herself and turned to Qased.
“No, I believe I will take my time and be dressed more formally, whereupon I will see the individual Vizers. Should the Sultan want to negotiate directly and not by proxy that is of course his prerogative.

I here ya, going into high school is tough for me, got a lot of work. Ill be able to post sometime next week when i finish visting my bro in West Point. :) I HAVENT BEEN ON IN LIKE FOREVER!

OOC Sorry bud, the school life is making an attempt on my very soul,… not really. Just swamping me lately. I’m sorry if some of these look like cop out posts I just want to get it moving.
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Akiko

Akiko studied each document diligently, making many a digital record. When she was not making records she was commenting on each individual treaty, giving her professional opinion on it.


David nodded and gave commentary where appropriate, particularly noting a few of these were no longer valid, though their embassies were still occupied - Vastiva turned out no one.

"And," he noted with a wicked glimmer in his eye, "some of the parties are simply magnificient."



Feng

“Gymnast, skating. Tsk. Anything more masculine?” Feng smiled at him, letting him know the barb was in jest.
“But seriously, pommel, uneven bars, rings what?”


That got a shy grin. "Fencing is my passion, though rings and pommel are areas in which this one has talent. Uneven bars, some trouble, but nothing beyond adequate, or you would have another guide." He pauses as another train passes. "Does your country play hockey?"



Joshua

Joshua smiled inside at that. He turned and looked at the young woman sternly.
“One forgets her place.” Before she totally registered that Joshua embraced her passionately. “That’s for the bad joke.” Smiling he looked her up and down, seeing how her appearance had changed from the night before. Shaking his wide unabashed smile from his face he looked her in the eyes.
“So, where would you like to take me for the day?”

She grinned, bounced, and kissed his nose. "Would you prefer to see more of me, or the city, or the port?"



Joanne

Ever the diplomat she caught her barrage in her throat. Looking only mildly indignant at the impropriety that had been suggested to her she stifled herself and turned to Qased.
“No, I believe I will take my time and be dressed more formally, whereupon I will see the individual Vizers. Should the Sultan want to negotiate directly and not by proxy that is of course his prerogative.


Qased shrugged eloquently. "Kareem ben Alovar is the Vizier of Domestic Activities. Something of an overseer over most domestic occurances. But, truly, he is a grouch. You would have more luck with our Vizier of Commerce, Voyate Shumash ben Allen. Kidane Alemachu, the Vizier of Trade and Contracts, is occasionally somewhat... unmindful, and advice there would to be see him after lunch."

He considers.

"Scientifically, our Vastivan Scientific Research Agency is headed by Abu ben Venkmann. Do note, he does flirt overmuch.

"All defense agreements pass through the General, or the Grand Vizier, or the Sultan. Of the three, the Grand Vizier is the most approachable, though if you see other Viziers do see him last of all. Colonial discussion too must pass through one of these three".

He continues to watch her, attentively, before adding.

"A... diplomatic stop to talk with our Sultan would perhaps be a good thing, not as a formality, you understand? You and yours here are guests. This is his hosting, and it would be... a good thing to know all is going well?"

Akiko

Now finishing up on the treaties Akiko was smiling. She enjoyed her work and having someone like David working with her merely flavored it more. Smiling back at his comment she coyly replied,
“Perhaps I’ll have to get you invited to the opening of the Noviet embassy, as an official thank you of course.” Moving fluidly from the flirtatious comment to a professional demeanor again she queried,
“Now I need to know more about your domestic history, specifically on your responses to culturally defining moments.”

Feng

Looking at the young lad in the eye Feng was serious for a moment.
“Son, you always go for what your passion wants. If you want it bad enough talent follows.” Cracking a smile as soon as the serious words had been said he continued,
“Besides, fencing is manlier. A bit of sword play, competitions man to man where you can look your opponent in the eyes before you take his victory from him.” Feng chuckled at that. Though it’s a bit more lethal back home I’m guessing.

“Hockey? No sorry. To tell you the truth this is the first time I’ve seen ice that’s not cooling my drink.” Came the lament as he jerked his thumb over his should in a motion towards the tundra expanse outside and behind him.

Joshua

Taking her hand and strolling towards his room Joshua chuckled a bit.
“Well I was thinking I’d like to see a bit of you here. Then perhaps you can show me this spot in the city you were talking about.”

Joanne

Joanne nodded. Perhaps it was bad that she was judging what she should wear off the personalities of the people she had to meet with but she needed some criteria and she felt this was as good, if not better, as any. Turning to face Qased she smiled, her mind already gone to think ahead she airily replied.
“Thank you, if you’ll give me about forty minutes I will be ready to go. I’d like to meet with Voyate Shumash ben Allen, Abu ben Venkmann, and the general. Depending on how the meeting with the general goes I may see the Grand Vizier. After I’ve set up all of this I’ll pay the sultan a visit, because at that time I’ll have more to talk about.” Without really waiting for the answer she went back into the bedroom itself to begin changing.

After a hot shower and the primping and preening of her hair Joanne was just finishing up her look with the subtle application of a light tint of mascara and a dark red lipstick. Pursing her lips she filled out the application of the lipstick. I’ll let that flirt know I will bust his balls should he try anything.

Forty minutes later, as promised, Joanne emerged from the bathroom with a cloud of steam curling about her. Smiling she swung her hips as only a woman could. Dressed in all black material her hair was done up above her head with the some sort of product. Her black outfit was skin tight and exposed her lower back. Her shirt exposed the tiniest bit of cleavage with a small diamond shaped lack of material that appeared just below the high collar. As ones eyes traveled down they’d be brought to the hips that were accentuated by a thing gold chain hanging about her wait with a small emblem of a heart hanging just below her navel. Further down her legs were covered by a tight dress pant that, just below the knee, showed the outline of her boots. Tucked under her pant legs the tight to the leg boots were a lamb skin leather that was an un-faded black. Her pant leg ended perfectly at the ankle to reveal a solid black boot with a gracious heel that gave the description ‘leggy blond’ even more merit.

Walking briskly towards her suitcase she picked up a small purse, also black and motioned to the door.
“Lead the way Qased.”

Akiko

“That would be most enjoyable, Emissary. So to would a visit to your country, a scholarly journey of sorts…”

For a moment he gets a far away look in his eyes.

“Ah, yes, our history. The most recent alterations were during and at the end of World War Two, and the following Soviet occupation.

“During the first, the Vastivan underground assisted Finnish commandoes in destroying the heavy water plants in the far south. This helped kill the Nazi nuclear program; more importantly, Nazi ‘repercussions’ for this act set most Vastivans permanently against the idea of Nazism.

“It was not underground actions which caused the Nazis to leave – of which there were few overt ones, most of the underground was involved in deep intelligence, not blowing things up. No,” and he takes a drink, ignoring Ghaliya’s fidgeting at this review of history, “It was the opening of the Eastern Front. We gave very little of use to Hitler, and keeping us under his wing was a siphoning of troops for no real good purpose. The Nazi garrison was reduced to a mere skeleton. And I will note that our own naval personnel helped the Nazi troops here flee to Argentina. Of course, we kept most of their possessions, but that is a horse of a different color.

“What the Nazis did not realize all through the war was Vastiva’s absorption of refugees from Germany. The country took in German Jews, Gypsies, the unwanted and the hunted. It did so in record numbers, importing them from the French Underground, from Danish resistance, from Prussian exporters. Vastivas neutrality was very much a product of our culture – and here Vastiva did overcome the want for revenge that is now seen in IDF and Neo-Israel. Then again, Vastiva was a repository for much ‘Nazi gold’.”

He took another drink. “We gave what could be given back to survivors and countries where things belonged. Much of this got us much international notice, and many thanks were given. And we gained much in the way of industry at this time. It would be in this period our nature to be multilingual took shape – as we had discovered the world, the need to be understood, to communicate, and to make oneself a ‘good guest’ took our sensibilities to new levels. Might I refresh your cup? Or perhaps some coffee?”


Feng

He nodded. “It is somewhat of a… survival skill in parts of Vastiva. K’jik K’jak has been known to be one of them. It is not the most advanced area of the country, though it does do most of the food shipping.”

He clears his throat. “What sports did you excel in, if I may ask, Ayid?”


Joshua

She winked. “Which bit?”


Joanne

Qased nodded a bow and claimed his duffel on the way to the mag-lev platform. “This is a bit faster then by Polar Bear, Ayid. Though if you would prefer to sightsee on the way… no? Very well.”

The train slid noiselessly beneath the ground, arriving at the Government Offices in a few minutes. From there, a private elevator took the pair up to the fifteenth floor. A short walk through three checkpoints, each staffed with the silent green-robed guards, and they were in the outer office of the Vizier of Commerce.

The secretary smiled warmly as they entered her domain.

“Namaste. Might I inquire as to the purpose of your presence?”
“Namaste. This is one of the Noviet delegates. She desires an audience with the Vizier, to discuss some matters of trivial importance.”
“Most certainly we will seek to accommodate her presence. If it would not be of too much trouble, a period of waiting might be necessary. Most certainly, if a refreshment is requested, it will be delivered swiftly?”
“Alas, but we have but recently supped. Perhaps the Vizier could be informed of our presence?”
“Fortunately, this is already the case. There are but a few trifling matters before him, the passage of but a short period and these may indeed be resolved.”
“It is indeed most decent of the vizier to see us. Our Sultan remarked only last night, during the audience with the Noviets, of how efficient our governance is.”
“Indeed.” She gave another smile.

As the secretary excused herself to enter the Vizier’s office, Qased looked at Joanne.
“Perhaps we are a bit ahead of schedule, but we will be seen.”

Qaseds words proved prophetic – it was only a few minutes before the secretary emerged and beckoned them to the double wooden doors.

Beyond, Voyate Shumash ben Allen sat at a huge wooden desk, most likely mahogany. One wall was completely dominated by a map of the known world, peppered with stickpins and thread running back and forth in different colors.
He looks up from his desk, putting down the gold pen that has obviously been well loved.

His computer is currently off.

“Ah, greetings Qased! It has indeed been some time!” He comes around the desk to shake hands with the boy, his voice booming even in the largish room. “And you, you must be the Noviet… no, not the ambassador, no sash. So then, perhaps a functionary? I am Voyate Shumash Ben Allen, Vastiva’s Vizier of Commerce. And I am entirely at your service. How can we help you today?”

Akiko

Akiko was intent in her task to record the commentary of Vastivian history, though she couldn’t help but notice the discomfort of her young friend. At a pause she turned and spoke quietly as David reorganized his thoughts.
“Is something wrong Ghaliya?”

She waved off the coffee, fascinated by this unique outlook.
“No, but please continue David I am most intrigued, your country seems so unique among all parallels.”

Feng

“My sports? Well let me see. I grew up in a less friendly Nova Hope than there is today. Today there’s no crime to speak of but when I was young gangs where all the rage. I didn’t have any real interests then. But in university I put my melee combat abilities to good use in Defendo and other martial arts competitions.” Feng smiled at what was about to come out of his mouth next because he knew it didn’t suit his image.
“But I like bowling. Ten Pin.”

Joshua

Joshua by this point had backed her into the room and closed the door behind them.
“Well I figured I’d like to see the bit from here,” A soft kiss landed on the top of her head, “to here.” With that he flipped her on her back onto the bed. In a fluid motion he’d put a small peck of a kiss on the tip of her toe. Smiling like that cat who caught the canary Joshua was pleased with the predicament that Abir’abla now found her self in. Pausing only for a moment to take her in with a quick twitch of his eyes he went to work on removing her clothing for a quick romp. never a better way than to start your day with a lay, hehehe.

Joanne

Joanne extended her hand to the booming man with a smile.
“No you are correct, I am not the Noviet ambassador. However I am here on her behalf. My name is Joanne Spoor and I’ve been asked to schedule some of your time with the ambassador. May we sit?” Joanne motioned to the chairs about the Vizier’s desk. Perching daintily she crossed her legs and removed her PDA from her small purse.
“We’ve been instructed to try and open economic relations with Vastiva. So the ambassador’s meeting would be to work out the wording of a treaty that would define the operation of private interests in our countries from the other. It’d also allow the passage of certain goods to flow unfettered by tax. All standard agreements, you two would simply need to come to define them.” Tapping the stylus to the PDA screen a few times she smiles,
“What time is good for you?”

Akiko

Akiko was intent in her task to record the commentary of Vastivian history, though she couldn’t help but notice the discomfort of her young friend. At a pause she turned and spoke quietly as David reorganized his thoughts.
“Is something wrong Ghaliya?”

She gives a smile. "History, and the learning of each nations view of such, is a wonderful way to learn more of that nation. We are all given much instruction in history, of our nation and others. Many long hours are spent in revealing deep knowledges and secrets of history.

"Many, many long hours."



She waved off the coffee, fascinated by this unique outlook.
“No, but please continue David I am most intrigued, your country seems so unique among all parallels.”

"Parallels? Ah, yes, the nature of the world." He takes a sip of tea. "If you would satisfy a curiosity, it is difficult for me to understand why other nations do not take a position of civility in negotiations and interaction. So much distrust." He shakes his head.



Feng

“My sports? Well let me see. I grew up in a less friendly Nova Hope than there is today. Today there’s no crime to speak of but when I was young gangs where all the rage. I didn’t have any real interests then. But in university I put my melee combat abilities to good use in Defendo and other martial arts competitions.” Feng smiled at what was about to come out of his mouth next because he knew it didn’t suit his image.
“But I like bowling. Ten Pin.”


Saheb gives a genuine smile. "A good game, truly. Would that I had more skill, but it is entertaining. There is an alley in the wing you are staying, if you wish to... enjoy yourself. Very private."

He looks at the display on the upper wall. "We will be in Kjik'kjak within fifteen minutes or so. Was it your intention to appear as an ambassador, a tourist, or a native, ayid?"


Joshua

Joshua by this point had backed her into the room and closed the door behind them.
“Well I figured I’d like to see the bit from here,” A soft kiss landed on the top of her head, “to here.” With that he flipped her on her back onto the bed. In a fluid motion he’d put a small peck of a kiss on the tip of her toe. Smiling like that cat who caught the canary Joshua was pleased with the predicament that Abir’abla now found her self in. Pausing only for a moment to take her in with a quick twitch of his eyes he went to work on removing her clothing for a quick romp. never a better way than to start your day with a lay, hehehe.

(...romp...)

She looked up at him with shining, vixeny eyes. "It would be entirely possible to spend the entire day in bed, Joshua. It could be arranged for someone to carry us about - or for this room to remain undisturbed."



Joanne

Joanne extended her hand to the booming man with a smile.
“No you are correct, I am not the Noviet ambassador. However I am here on her behalf. My name is Joanne Spoor and I’ve been asked to schedule some of your time with the ambassador. May we sit?” Joanne motioned to the chairs about the Vizier’s desk. Perching daintily she crossed her legs and removed her PDA from her small purse.
“We’ve been instructed to try and open economic relations with Vastiva. So the ambassador’s meeting would be to work out the wording of a treaty that would define the operation of private interests in our countries from the other. It’d also allow the passage of certain goods to flow unfettered by tax. All standard agreements, you two would simply need to come to define them.” Tapping the stylus to the PDA screen a few times she smiles,
“What time is good for you?”

Voyate blinks. "You wished to have a meeting to schedule a meeting? How... different your culture is." He gives a glance to Qased before continuing.

"Vastiva taxes none of the imports from its economic partners or allies. Any business within Vastiva is 51% owned by our Sultan, and all businesses must use the Sultan's accountants. You are, of course, allowed to... but" - he stops and considers her - "ah, yes, you would prefer that such things are discussed with the ambassador, particularly if you are not empowered to confirm such agreements. Forgive my forwardness, Ayid, most often such things are deeply discussed beforehand, and a meeting of titans, such as would be, is a formality."

Akiko

“Ah.” Akiko was stuck on the question. She opened her mouth to speak and closed it again, not having decided what to say. Pursing her lips for a moment she contemplated a proper answer.
“To be quite honest David I am not sure. Perhaps it is my involvement in the arena that has jaded me against its natural hostility, but surely you don’t find all nations to be like that?”

Feng

Feng nodded at that.
“Perhaps. If there is time to indulge.”

When the next question was asked Feng looked down at his military issue winter gear and looked back at Saheb with a raised eyebrow.
“And what do you think I most look like now? I really don’t care how I appear, I just need to get the information I need.”

Joshua

Chuckling in his throat her shook his head.
“No, I’ve always preferred to stand on my own two feet, it’s the best way.” Looking down at his young lover her smiled. With a peck on the forehead head gave her a slight squeeze.
“We can relax here for awhile though, it’s your call.”

Joanne

Joanne smiled a bit sheepishly at that. She’d misrepresented herself and now the task fell to her to smooth out an explanation.
“I’m sorry sir I do believe I’ve come across badly.” Moving the stylus from the screen of the small device her arms moved as a result of the shrug that always follows a sheepish smile.
“The reason that I came to see you in person is because it allows me to judge your position and reactions. While we’ve seen nothing here in Vastiva that would warrant it there are some countries out there where entire negotiations break down due to an improper etiquette, so a sort of protocol is observed. As for the ‘meeting of the titans’ if you will I have to apologize again. I’ve been using the administrative you without saying so, much like the royal we but different. Heh” she cut her giggle short, not wanting to be the only one laughing at her own joke.
“So if you will I’ll try again. The Noviet ambassador would like to speak with a member of your administration to open economic relations. While this person doesn’t have to be you they need to speak for and with your authority. Once the agreement has been reached it’s not considered legal binding in Nova Hope until two of the three federal executive branches ratifies it.” Looking across the table at the Vizer with doe eyes she hoped she did not sound like she was dictating to him. Damn bitch boots, I get into trouble every time I try to play the role.

Joanne

Voyate nodded. “Complex. Here, I speak for Vastiva. It makes the need for administration much… less. As I said, all businesses in Vastiva are 51% owned by the Sultan, and all businesses must use the VRA accountants, as per our law. Now, nothing prevents you from having businesses here, and I will be open enough to say we expect your intelligence to work from either your businesses or your embassy.”

He holds up a hand. “Please. We are adults. And bluntly, Vastiva does not care. To play such games makes both sharper. That is their purpose, in part.”

He turns open a folder. “Let me speak directly. Our delegates will speak and come to terms. Our many will come up with appropriate wording, which will pass through the office of the Vizier of Trade and Contracts. Then it will go through my office and that of the Vizier of Domestic Activities, and of International Activities, as it would concern both their offices. And a copy will go to the Auditor General. But most of this is formality, and nothing more. I am here because I can do my job.

“If you promise what you cannot deliver, we will not trust you further and relations will suffer. If it turns out Nova Hope cannot be trusted at all, relations will be broken. There is no fuss, muss, or bother with this – it is simply a nationalization of property here, and a deportation of people. In this, we are a simple people. We do not play games, and we do not accept dishonorable partners.

“Therefore,” he closes the folder and slides it across the desk, “here is a listing of goods and services Vastiva is willing to export, and a partial listing of probable imports, from what we have gathered of Nova Hope. I do not expect it to be complete, and expect to be surprised. You may note we do wish access to your media – old movies, television, whatever you have – along with a direct feed of news and other programming. Reimbursement schedules are in the appendix. Inside the back cover is a disc with all the same information, to make things easier for you.

“I would remark, an “editing” of information sent, or an attempt to obfuscate or manipulate through the wording of contracts would be noticed, eventually, and would be a violation of…” he stops and gives a queer smile. “I believe you would refer to it as the Principle of the Good Guest. And it is perhaps something we take very seriously.”


Joshua

(…romp…)

“If it does please,” she says, looking up at him, still sweaty from this second bout, “perhaps it is time to consider going about town, seeing a few sights… besides mine?”

She winks.


Feng

Saheb answers slowly. “A tourist. As such, you have some status as a guest, but no special protections of any sort. If arms are not worn openly, the most you could expect would be fisticuffs, which one assumes you are well able to engage in.”

He slips on the arctic clothing from his duffel, leaving two sheathed blades and something with straps inside. “Kjik’Kjak is a port, mostly commercial though the Coast Guard does maintain a presence. It is also the bottleneck to some of our newly created agricultural regions. Its position on the southernmost end of the coast allows for limited shipping ability, as in winter it occasionally ices over. But then again, its connection to our mag-lev network prevents isolation. It is mostly involved with food production and distribution, as well as serving as the main fishing port. You might expect Nassanuella to be such, or one of the minor ports, but Kjik’Kjak’s lake region allows for year round fishing. There is also the subsea fish farms – currently little more then ideas and initial designs, but perhaps one day they will allow our production to increase at no land cost.”

Akiko

“Granted, emissary, my exposure is limited to the dusty remnants of history, but often that is the case. It is most troubling when a show of trust would have averted war, or allowed greater integration of culture, or of scientific trade, or of economic balance. History is filled with ‘if only’. My apologies, can I refresh your cup?”


(OOC:*mutters about having posted this days ago... and noting its having vanished, goes on a gremlin hunt*)

Joshua
(OOC: I hadn’t intended another romp here, tsk tsk dirty girl :P)

“Well I’d like to see the sights. Where do you want to take me?” he asked as he rolled towards his clothing.

Feng

Feng cocked his head at that. Pulling his military garments about him and synching the ties he spoke to Saheb in a muffled voice.
“Why would there be fisticuffs?”

Akiko

Akiko nodded. What David said was true, too true in her opinion. Looking mildly defeated, as if she felt the onus was on her to justify the world’s violence she looked up at the now standing man.
“There are a number of theories. Detached leaders, tyrannical regimes what have you. But I truly do not know. Perhaps more nations would develop the relationship that Vastiva and Nova Hope are cultivating. And no more please, I am afraid I’ve had my fill.”

Joanne
(OCC: Not sure entirely where to go with this one, so if it doesn’t fit give me a whack at an edit job.)

Joanne took the abundance of information in. Making notes of certain bureaucratic structures in her PDA as the Vizier spoke. Once he had finished she took up the folder and began to peruse it.
“We have no intention of promising what we can’t deliver but there will be some effort in meshing our markets. Most of what you are asking for falls under private control. For us making trade treaties allows us to produce the framework for our independent companies to seek markets here. However the government does play the role of a middle man and does its best to match up suppliers with markets and vice versa. I’ll take this information back to the diplomatic corps and we will see what we can get from there. I don’t want to get into the specifics but they will ask if the rule of 51% Sultani ownership could be waved, or negotiated or, well I’ll leave that to the process because I’m sure that we’ll have to give something in return.” Changing gears Joanne nibbled on the back end of her stylus, ordering her thoughts.
“Is there a face you want me to be coming back to because until the treaty makes it to the stages of final approval I couldn’t see you wanting to be directly hands on.”

(OOC: You need a leprechaun; they’re the natural predator of gremlins.)

Joanne

He chuckled. “You may certainly come back here to discuss more, or your Emissary may arrive, or however you wish to continue.

“We expect your companies to arrive, either to sell goods through our companies, or to establish their own positions. We will not waive ownership, many apologies, but why that is burdensome becomes a question to be answered. Creating a limited partnership with a native company would not be unduly difficult. If a company wishes to ‘test the waters’, let them apply for a trade visa, and look around; we have no limitations with our allies.

“As far as the treaty is concerned – promise what you can deliver, couch what you may or may not, state what you won’t do. Directness is approved of mightily.

“If this requires approval before it becomes… legal, then might I suggest ‘running it’ before my office, then presenting it to your nations government, then proposing it in finished form for signature and commitment?”


Feng

Saheb shrugs elegantly. “This is the South. They are a bit… different here.”

The mag-lev whirrs to a stop; the doors open to the strong scent of fish and grease, and Saheb gestures for Feng to follow him.

Dominating the city are two huge towers, each one a mountain in and of itself. Between them are gates easily seven football fields in height and two across each, currently open and framing the setting sun.

“Ayid, Kjik is to your left, Kjak to your right. These are the southern gates. Our history says they took nearly two hundred years to complete, from external carvings to internal passages. They have been used as fortresses and prisons; these days, they are primarily a tourist attraction, though some use the upper floors for observation of the southern realms.”

The city here is not mostly domed, but cylinders and “square cylinders”, set up to ten stories high. Lower “lego blocks” make up factories, canneries, warehouses, and the like near the water, where can be seen an extensive port facility (currently icebound). From their perspective (three stories up), activity can be seen at the port, limited to the warehouses and such.

Joshua

“Well, if you are giving the choice to your guide,” she giggles, “then we will start near Nassanuella and work into the capital itself. The better, more modern sights are in the port city anyway.”

She is mostly silent until they are dressed and on the mag-lev. “Was there anything you did not wish to see, Joshua?” She holds up her “necklace” – actually, a clear plastic envelope holding a credit card, on the end of a cord. “Our Sultan has directed you are to be made comfortable, so we may take all the liberties you wish.”


Akiko

He nods. “Many apologies, sometimes I speak overmuch. Were there more documents you wished to examine?”

Joanne

“Of course, a wise procedure.” Joanne tapped the folder that the Vizier had given her.
“Now I must review this and present the highlights to Akiko. If another meeting is needed I will contact your office telephonically and the secretary can direct me to someone qualified and available, perhaps yourself should you deicide to leave her those instructions.” Looking to see if there was anything else she rose slowly.

Feng

Feng whistled, impressed by the massive gates. They were impressive to be sure, Nova Hope was not nearly as old as Vastiva seemed to be and didn’t sport any of the ancient buildings, though the modern skyscape in Nova Hope was an impressive sight to be sure. The city about him, though novel, was unimpressive by his standards. After seeing the refineries in New Houston he didn’t think any industrial sector would impress him. Well that’s not quite true he thought Titanous is much bigger but I’ll never go there, its so dirty. Turning to Saheb he spoke, his voice the slightest bit shaky in the cold.
“Well Saheb lead on, you know what I want to see.”

Joshua

All smiles Joshua looked at the credit card with mild surprise.
“Well ma’am I’ve never been escorted by the attendants of royalty on the royal tab, so anywhere you’d like to take me.”

Akiko

Akiko shook her head.
“I believe I have gotten everything I need David-dono. Unless you can think of something else to be seen?”

Frothywats Bumblestew
Frothywats wandered in, dazed and confused and in a purple haze, much like some sort of dancing queen. Also, he was listening to his "Hits of the 60's and 70's" CD. He took off the headphones and said, loudly, "Aw rite, wa'sall 'iss, den?" He grabbed a pretzel, covered in crystals of delicious NaCl (an ionic compound). As the others stared at him in disbelief, he simply said, "Wat? You wanna nummy-nums from me pretz'?"

Suddenly, a B-52 was heard hovering above.

*bump for busy*

Joanne

“Of course, a wise procedure.” Joanne tapped the folder that the Vizier had given her.
“Now I must review this and present the highlights to Akiko. If another meeting is needed I will contact your office telephonically and the secretary can direct me to someone qualified and available, perhaps yourself should you deicide to leave her those instructions.” Looking to see if there was anything else she rose slowly.

He gestures magnanimously. "Our office shall always be open to you, Ayid."

Outside, the secretary bows slightly, then smiles. "We shall look forward to seeing you again, Ayid."

Qased remains his normal smiling self until they are out of the corridor that office is on. "Ayid, He has kept you off-balance, and as such, gains a slight advantage in trade. Do not take such things personally. Which office next?"

He then takes her there.




Feng

Feng whistled, impressed by the massive gates. They were impressive to be sure, Nova Hope was not nearly as old as Vastiva seemed to be and didn’t sport any of the ancient buildings, though the modern skyscape in Nova Hope was an impressive sight to be sure. The city about him, though novel, was unimpressive by his standards. After seeing the refineries in New Houston he didn’t think any industrial sector would impress him. Well that’s not quite true he thought Titanous is much bigger but I’ll never go there, its so dirty. Turning to Saheb he spoke, his voice the slightest bit shaky in the cold.
“Well Saheb lead on, you know what I want to see.”

"The towers themselves are a military installation, and also a cultural one. From there, we should be able to see all the rest of the city."

An announcement comes over the intercom. "Greetings Citizens and Visitors to Vastiva. At this time, Kjik'Kjak must inform you of the danger of wandering polar bears in the far south parts of Kjik'Kjak. We project no danger at this time, but will be shutting the gates early tonight." The message repeats twice then stops.

Saheb shrugs, removes a short pole from his bag, and straps it on his back.



Joshua

All smiles Joshua looked at the credit card with mild surprise.
“Well ma’am I’ve never been escorted by the attendants of royalty on the royal tab, so anywhere you’d like to take me.”

She laughs.

Half an hour later, the chauffer drops them off near the domes of Sisu Vaari. Her outerwear is plain for Vastiva, a mix of several pastel colors with a broad silver stripe around the bottom.

"One trusts you do not mind a bit of walking, Joshua. It is the best way."

She takes him into the dome, where the temperature goes up rapidly once beyond the airlock-style triple doors.

Unlike what he might have expected, the dome is not one large building, but houses a series of "regular" buildings beneath, all of the same general type, but with significant alterations, enough to make the "minicity" a sort of artwork in skyline.

That the temp has gone up is most evident by the many citizens wearing bikinis, thongs - or less. Most are more clothed, though in a bewildering array of styles.

Colorwise, it appears an oil paint factory has exploded. Many walls are covered in what could be called graffiti - indeed, one citizen is working on a piece with two "assistants" looking on.

No one is paying any attention to that either, though a few do stop, look, and in one case, give critique.

A closer look shows the work, while "nouveau", does have artistic merit.

Several vendors peddle foods, bodypaints, mixed drinks. Alongside, the brown uniforms of the VAS are present here and there, many having very polite arguements about the taste of this and the texture of that.

Abir’abla stops at a kiosk and checks. "We have about thirty minutes to the next mag-lev to Nassanuella - you would have been taken directly, but this way, you appear more the tourist. You... blend more? Is that alright?"



Akiko

Akiko shook her head.
“I believe I have gotten everything I need David-dono. Unless you can think of something else to be seen?”

He smiles and gives a slight bow. "I can think of nothing more at this time which is pressing. Though I will remain around and about if you have any further needs."

Joanne

“I believe I would like to get the scientific obstacles removed first. I hope you were joking about Abu ben Venkmann being overly flirtatious, I don’t think these meetings are appreciated as intended, I don’t need insult to injury” Coming into Venkmann’s office Joanne looked around, taking in the scene.

Feng

Following Saheb with a questioning look on his face Feng nodded up at the top of the pole.
“What’s that for?”

Joshua

Joshua nodded.
“Indeed. And for today they would be correct as I am playing at tourist.” Looking around the interesting scene about him he seemed to cock his head at the graffiti.
“I don’t understand half of your ads. What product are they trying to sell?”

Akiko

“Good day David-dono.”

“Ghaliya, how might I go about tracking Joanne down? She should be awake and performing her duties now.”

Joanne

“I believe I would like to get the scientific obstacles removed first. I hope you were joking about Abu ben Venkmann being overly flirtatious, I don’t think these meetings are appreciated as intended, I don’t need insult to injury” Coming into Venkmann’s office Joanne looked around, taking in the scene.

The office appears much the same as the one before, save maps, charts, all sorts of flummery cover the walls. Dr Venkmann's computer is on, and he is typing quickly on the ergometric keyboard.

"Yes, you are the one from Nova Hope, no? Whatever is going on in your colony?"



Feng

Following Saheb with a questioning look on his face Feng nodded up at the top of the pole.
“What’s that for?”

"It is a bang stick, for polar bears."



Joshua

Joshua nodded.
“Indeed. And for today they would be correct as I am playing at tourist.” Looking around the interesting scene about him he seemed to cock his head at the graffiti.
“I don’t understand half of your ads. What product are they trying to sell?”


She laughs gently. "Silly. Those are art, not advertisements. Though some companies do pay the artists to incorporate products into their artwork - and rather profitably, this one is told."

"Your attentions please. The tram to Nassanuella has been delayed. We apologize for this inconvenience." (repeats twice)

"Well, phoo." then she shrugs. "Well, this gives us some time to walk around and see the sights. Was there any particular sort of area you were interested in, Joshua? A new bed, perhaps?"

She chuckles.



Akiko

“Good day David-dono.”

“Ghaliya, how might I go about tracking Joanne down? She should be awake and performing her duties now.”

She removes her M-TCOD and taps in a code. "Qased is in the Vastivan Scientific Research Agency Bureaucratic Office. There is no report of his having lost Ayid Joanne."

Joanne

She was taken slightly off guard by the instant barrage of Questions. Recovering with only a single stutter to collect her thoughts she launched into her ambassadorial role.
“Uh. Hello, I am the Ambassadorial attaché Joanne Spoor from Nova Hope yes, and as to what’s going on in the colony you’d have to be more specific or contact the colonial government.” Exhaling after that mouthful Joanne extended her hand for the normal handshake that preceded a greeting.
“and you are Dr Venkmann I assume.”

Feng

He raised his eyebrow at that lament,
“Bang stick?”

Joshua

Joshua laughed her innuendo off and smiled at her.
“Well I’m technically on duty now so it’d be inappropriate to have a mid morning siesta, but perhaps we could get a coffee and plan our next move?” Looking around the city at the variety of people milling about Joshua poised his next question carefully, so as not to offend another cultural barrier.
“Why would the businesses allow their buildings to be painted without some sort of fiscal gain, are they given tax credits?”

Akiko

“Excellent efficiency, I’m very impressed. I’d like to wait for Joanne outside the office she’s in now. Could you take me there please?”

Joanne

She was taken slightly off guard by the instant barrage of Questions. Recovering with only a single stutter to collect her thoughts she launched into her ambassadorial role.
“Uh. Hello, I am the Ambassadorial attaché Joanne Spoor from Nova Hope yes, and as to what’s going on in the colony you’d have to be more specific or contact the colonial government.” Exhaling after that mouthful Joanne extended her hand for the normal handshake that preceded a greeting.
“and you are Dr Venkmann I assume.”

He took her hand, rose, kissed it, sat back down.
"At your service. My technicians are reporting blips like gunfire and - astonishing - artillery fire within your cities there. It is rather disturbing. However, if that is not something you wish to discuss, or for Vastiva to aid you with, so be it. What can I help you with, Ayid Joanne Spoor?"




Feng

He raised his eyebrow at that lament,
“Bang stick?”


"Bang stick. You put the red end into the bear and it goes bang. An eight-guage shotgun shell, explosive tipped, delayed fuse is fired into the bear. This usually stops them."



Joshua

Joshua laughed her innuendo off and smiled at her.
“Well I’m technically on duty now so it’d be inappropriate to have a mid morning siesta, but perhaps we could get a coffee and plan our next move?” Looking around the city at the variety of people milling about Joshua poised his next question carefully, so as not to offend another cultural barrier.
“Why would the businesses allow their buildings to be painted without some sort of fiscal gain, are they given tax credits?”


Abir'abla looks a touch confused as she takes his arm and guides him into a cofee emporium.

"It is art. People come to see - occasionally, there are long discussions about which is better, which is worse, the reasons. Occasionally, students come and copy the works, sometimes the students are made students of the artists.

"Do remember, it is the Sultan's building, overall. And ours is a very bleak land, the colorworks are much approved of. Though, in a sense, it is the art which makes the exterior."

Inside, the rich scents of expresso, chocolate, and cinnamoned cocoas fill the air. Many tables are filled; wait staff walks about, refilling cups and adding small dishes of cinnamoned snickerdoodles now and again. From the way everyone is talking, it is evident most have been there for some time.

"It is an old tradition, Joshua, a way to beat the bleakness?"

As she talks, he notices the person ahead of them in "line" request two coffees "to go". He is given a bag of the cinnamoned cookies - and
a discussion begins about where he is going, why he is not staying, how is business and does he need a thermos? This takes a few minutes, which apparently bothers no one in line, though another of the wait staff goes to the end of the line and takes orders from there. Two others are having lively discussions with tourists - one about the chocolate torte which has been brought to a table, another about skiing locations and travel.

By the time they reach the front of the line, a rather heavy man has come stumbling out of the back room. "Abir'abla! Good to see you again! It has been too long, too long indeed. Your usual, hot cider? Yes, yes, I remember. And who is this? Handsome, he is. Good to meet you, good to meet you." He gestures broadly, having given neither a chance to answer. "Please, have a seat anywhere, Nikolai himself will be there in a moment, would you care for some of the torte it came out well today? Perhaps some to go?" The last two words come hard off his tongue, almost as if he finds the concept repugnant.



Akiko

“Excellent efficiency, I’m very impressed. I’d like to wait for Joanne outside the office she’s in now. Could you take me there please?”


"Of course. If you would follow, Emissary?"

Joanne

She smiled politely at the kiss of the hand. A very gentlemanly custom. As he sat and began to recount the events of the colony she scrunched her face slightly in confusion. Waving her hand she put her game face back on.
“Actually I’ve come here to get a general position from the Vastivian authorities on our shared border; if you have some documentation about your official line and your stance on opening the colonial border that’d be great.”

Feng

“Interesting, I didn’t realize it was a big problem. I’d like to head down to the iron guts of the shipyards if I could. The gates maybe later if there’s time.”

Joshua

He could accept that. The buildings did belong to the Sultan, this country was more authoritative than his own. Pondering over it as he stood in line what happened next nearly made his jaw drop.

As he stood in line he saw the abundance of staff serving those already seated. In fact it could be said that no one already seated went without for any period of time; all the while the line stalled as idle chatter polluted the vendor consumer exchange in front of him. Eyes bugging out mildly Joshua held his tongue, though it was obvious that he swallowed a word. Watching as the back of the line received service before those that had arrived before them. Eyes wide he looked around it seemed like he was the only one to notice this behavior. Maybe it’s a more exclusive establishment. Maybe they know that I’m a foreigner and doing it intentionally. No, because the tourists are in the back. Settle, maybe these people have a tab here and they’re catering to their preferred customers.

Once they got to the front of the line Joshua closed his mouth again as he was prepared to order, to insure the smooth flow of the line, but he was cut off by the friendly vendor. Once the his spiel was done Joshua looked at Abir'abla before answering reservedly.
“Ah, yea we’re staying here. So nothing to go thanks.”

Akiko

Now standing outside the office of Dr Venkmann Akiko stood quietly waiting for Joanne. Sighing quietly she took stock of what was left to do. Looking to her guide she spoke quietly to respect the business atmosphere.
“Ghaliya do you have the local time? I’m afraid I’m still on Nova Hope City time.”

Joanne

"When we are certain we will not die for opening it, we will most certainly open it. A mag-lev or like could be run between. Though, until such time as such...openness appears on both sides, how do you expect us to allow such things?"


Feng

The pair makes their way down to the shipyards, currently in some use. With a few words, they are allowed into the more public areas; Atlas freighters are being built, one of the VCLs liners is undergoing an overhaul.


Akiko

"Two-twenty, Emissary."
The secretaries head pops up. "Would you care for something, Emissary, to tide you over while you wait?"

OOC Working on a longer Joshua, so I'll skip him for now and add it here later.

Joanne

Die for opening it? What do these people think is going on at Reedorrow? Joanne tried to play this a little more casually than she was thinking, she did not want to appear less informed on Noviet affairs than her hosts.
“Well as for openness on our side that’s what a treaty is for. A magline would be perfect though; if our government was to offer something along those lines am I to understand you’d accept that as a good place to begin negotiations?”

Feng

Feng looked about the ship yards. Pulling out a camera he gestured to the small electronic and to the large machinery.
“May I?”

Akiko

“No but I thank you. Please tell me if I disturb your work.”

Begins hum a song from her childhood; decidedly Japanese in its origins.

Joshua

(OOC: Does the ooc waiting dance a la TIOR (>**)> <(**)> <(**<) )

Joanne

Die for opening it? What do these people think is going on at Reedorrow? Joanne tried to play this a little more casually than she was thinking, she did not want to appear less informed on Noviet affairs than her hosts.
“Well as for openness on our side that’s what a treaty is for. A magline would be perfect though; if our government was to offer something along those lines am I to understand you’d accept that as a good place to begin negotiations?”

"Of course. Though you would have to explain this." He turns around his flat screen monitor and taps a key. The screen fills with a feed from OVERSIGHT, showing - in moderately good resolution - the artillery and other attacks occuring at the colony.


Feng

Feng looked about the ship yards. Pulling out a camera he gestured to the small electronic and to the large machinery.
“May I?”

This gets a look, a smile, and a shrug. "If you wish, Ayid. We could walk around much of the area, there is little here not to see."


Akiko

“No but I thank you. Please tell me if I disturb your work.”

Begins hum a song from her childhood; decidedly Japanese in its origins.

Joshua

(OOC: Does the ooc waiting dance a la TIOR (>**)> <(**)> <(**<) )

The secretary nods a bow and returns to her seat.

Joanne & Akiko

Joanne was actually taken aback. What she saw was Noviet firing at Noviet, and it horrified her. This had never happened in the entire lifetime of the Dominion. Speaking quickly she stammered.
“Uh, well. I am sure there is a perfectly good explanation for that. Now if you’d merely let me consult with my superiors I’ll have it for you. Excuse me please.” Turning quickly her heels clicked purposefully towards the exit.

In her swift exit Joanne nearly bowled Akiko over. Akiko, as a testament to her upbringing, moved fluidly from the blow and allowed Joanne to pass unimpeded. Joanne looked to see who had just narrowly avoided her, an apology on her lips. Seeing that it was the person she’d motive to meet with she closed her mouth and tried again.
“We need to talk, privately. Come one to the communications room they provided.” The two picked up a rapid stride and activated their sub-dermal implants.
“What’s this about Joanne?”
“Akiko, I’m sorry but this is big. The reports from the colonies we read before we left; the unexplained discrepancies?”
“Yes; what about them?”
“The Vastivians have answered the question for us.”
“Oh?”
“War! Civil war the colony is ripping itself apart. We need to talk to our government.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes they had OVERSIGHT on the area in question. The colonial government is shelling its own!”
“Come on, I’ll get a hold of the President and Prime Minister Directly then.”

The walk to the room was quick and silent, audibly anyway. The microwave around them buzzed with encrypted communications. Now at the room Joanne stayed out to watch the door, and answer the inevitable questions from their Vastivian guides.

Inside Akiko brought up the uplink, but was surprised to discover a message previously encrypted and left on the server for her on the topic.

Feng

“I would like that.” Feng’s tone seemed interested but his attention was obviously elsewhere. The camera flashed every few minutes capturing an image of Vastiva’s general level of technology for ship building.

OOC: Uhm, given you know about the DU shell on the building, I hope you're outside when you try to transmit. None of your guides are going to ask or say anything - too well trained.

(OOC: The transmitting between Akiko and Joanne you mean? It’s within a couple feet of each other. It was done merely for privacy. The transmission to the PM and Pres is in your provided comm. Room. So there’s no worries, unless your comm. room is no longer accepting transmissions.)

(OOC Sorry, I though you were downloading.)

Feng

Bemusedly, he's watched in his picture-taking. "Ayid, this facility is open for tours, if you would care?"

Mostly oblivious, he's lead on a general tour of the facility, during which he might or might not overhear the sentence "this facility is twenty years old" and "No, warship construction occurs mainly in IDF, at their more modern facilities, which we lease. Though there are the locations in Nassanuella for some projects."

"Why hasn't this been improved?"
"To what end? It functions for what it does, and there is no need to move ahead rampantly in this field. A floating box is a floating box."

Joshua
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In the comms room

The conversation with the administration was booth brief and surprising. Instead of being a shocker for her superiors Akiko found herself shocked. Ordered by the administration to do something she’d never thought she’d be ordered to do she looked at the briefs that had been dumped down the line. The situation was not good.

Stepping out of the room a moment later Akiko looked at the pair of servants. Without specifying the message she spoke.
“I think I need to have a meeting with both the Sultan and Dr Venkmann, simultaneously.”

Feng

Taking the tour he didn’t consider it a waste of time, in fact knowing that the ships were not produced here was a boon if nothing else. Raising his hand at intermittent points in the tour he asked the following questions.
“Are any military grade vessels built in Vastiva?”
--
“Does Vastiva outsource the maintenance as well?”
--
“Why don’t you upgrade the technology, if not for an improved final product than efficiency getting to the desired product?”

Joshua

He could accept that. The buildings did belong to the Sultan, this country was more authoritative than his own. Pondering over it as he stood in line what happened next nearly made his jaw drop.

As he stood in line he saw the abundance of staff serving those already seated. In fact it could be said that no one already seated went without for any period of time; all the while the line stalled as idle chatter polluted the vendor consumer exchange in front of him. Eyes bugging out mildly Joshua held his tongue, though it was obvious that he swallowed a word. Watching as the back of the line received service before those that had arrived before them. Eyes wide he looked around it seemed like he was the only one to notice this behavior. Maybe it’s a more exclusive establishment. Maybe they know that I’m a foreigner and doing it intentionally. No, because the tourists are in the back. Settle, maybe these people have a tab here and they’re catering to their preferred customers.

Once they got to the front of the line Joshua closed his mouth again as he was prepared to order, to insure the smooth flow of the line, but he was cut off by the friendly vendor. Once the his spiel was done Joshua looked at Abir'abla before answering reservedly.
“Ah, yea we’re staying here. So nothing to go thanks.”

Nikolai proved to be the Russian-descent owner of the coffee house – which Joshua learns quickly over some divine chocolate torte and another cup of fantastic coffee. He joins their party after bringing three cups, one of cider and two coffees.

"Here are your drinks, and two pieces of chocolate torte, this mornings, I make it good.”
“Ah, but there are only two of us, Nikolai.” Abir’abla smiles.
“Just so. Well then, I must join you for a moment.”

A conversation ensues. Several times during the pleasant chatter - about skiing, preparations for the upcoming Olympics, the opening of a Toreador Rose Gambling Hall, unanswered questions about polar bears and a few questions about Joshua’s hunting ability - he is “checked up on” by the wait staff – would you like something else?... Refill your coffee? Cream? Sugar?... No, really, we insist, you must try these expresso beans, a new shipment, which do you prefer the carob or the chocolate? – who completely ignore Nikolai’s presence. Not a few wink at Abir’abla after a glance at Joshua, and a smile is passed around several times.

A few who bring out smoking items – a pipe, cigarettes, joints – are gently directed past a closed door, into an area where such is rife.

“Illegal? No. One can purchase such from any pharmacy. But Nikolai does not approve of the effect on his guests sense of taste, so he has a separate room available. The view is quite the same – though it is simulated, not real.”

Nikolai slips away from the table when his coffee is done – apparently he doesn’t rate refills – and after noting with pride two street artists painting on his front window. At first, the scene is indistinct, a random pattern of colors. But it blossoms into a starscape, complete with a Joshua-like astronaut under the sunrise.

“Do you like it? It would not be unlikely that Nikolai had something to do with that addition. Apparently, he approves of you.” She sips a bit more cider.

Nearby, a customer watches the daily VNN broadcast on his M-TCOD.


“…sunbathing.

Elsewhere in the news, we have confirmation of the sinking of the Hippanoco, a freighter carrying a cargo of fruits, timber, and animal furs from Sisu Pangea to Vastiva, by a terrorist group calling itself Janus Bin Toto. At this time, it is believed the cargo is only a partial loss.

Fortunately, the freighter Sarasaprilla and its cargo of English cheeses was not accosted; distribution is still set for three days hence. We do not have confirmation on the whereabouts of the fleet headed by the Corbu due to a security blackout following the attack on the Hippanco.

We have been informed of over 50,000 combat troops being mobilized in Ottoman Khaif to perform security actions in preparation for the Hajj. Vastivan Cruise Lines has no reports of activity beyond what has been expected, but in view of the recent terrorist action, our Sultan has mobilized the 621st MP Brigade to aid in security. All passengers are expected to arrive two hours early to comply with security measures, no ticketed passenger will be left behind. Hajj minister Iyad Madani said more than 1.5 million pilgrims from 160 countries have already arrived, with an expected 89 million total for this year. Interior Ministry spokesman Brig. Gen. Mansour al-Turki said most of the forces will be deployed to "high-density areas," referring to a site in Mina, about six miles from Mecca, where pilgrims pelt rocks at a stone column depicting the devil. The site has witnessed several stampedes in previous years resulting in the deaths of hundreds.

Our Sultan also wishes to make clear, the Hajj is for Muslims to perform their religious rites and not a chance to reflect their political beliefs. He expects all Vastivans remember their actions within Ottoman Khaif reflect upon our Nation.

Bey Hans Weinstein announced a travel advisory for Kjik’Kjak, with those seeking to travel through the Gates now required to gain a pass from the office of the Bey, under safety ordinances. Bang Sticks are available at any armory; citizens traveling in the area are invited to hold heavier armaments as their travel requires.

Electrical power levels are stated to be higher then required, even in view of the higher then usual traffic upon the Taxobox Highway. At this time, the Ministry of Transportation has given no unusual advisories.

Unintentional injuries at home have become a major public health problem across our Nation, according to Public Health Agency -funded studies conducted at the Tibiak University Injury Prevention Research Center. “Within a seven year period, we found that an average of 18,048 unintentional home injury deaths occurred annually in Vastiva” said Dr. Arezou Gelsey al-Vashti, Doctor of Health Behavior and Education. “In addition, for last year alone, more than 12 million nonfatal unintentional injuries that required medical attention occurred at home. Falls, poisoning and burn injuries were the leading causes of such deaths at home”.

Vastiva has reached an “open skies” agreement with…



Feng

Taking the tour he didn’t consider it a waste of time, in fact knowing that the ships were not produced here was a boon if nothing else. Raising his hand at intermittent points in the tour he asked the following questions.
“Are any military grade vessels built in Vastiva?”

“Several, though not at this facility.”



“Does Vastiva outsource the maintenance as well?”

“No, Vastiva performs all its own upgrades and maintenance, though we do have contracts and resources available to us through our allies if desired”.



“Why don’t you upgrade the technology, if not for an improved final product than efficiency getting to the desired product?”

~a slight, polite, nearly murmured laugh comes from some locals but none of the tourists~

“There are parts which could, perhaps, be made more efficiently in the short term. But there are far more which require craftsmanship of a sort a machine is not capable of, to our level of quality.”

A Merchant Naval officer coughs, and adds quietly to Feng as the tour continues “You would be amazed at how many vehicles Vastiva refits upon arrival, to meet her standards”.



Akiko
Stepping out of the room a moment later Akiko looked at the pair of servants. Without specifying the message she spoke.
“I think I need to have a meeting with both the Sultan and Dr Venkmann, simultaneously.”


This gets two nods and a short whispered conversation. “We shall arrange it, if you would remain here momentarily?”

Ghaliya hesitates even as Qased vanishes down a hallway. “Did you want Dr Venkmann in person, or is screen allowed?”

Elsewhere, several satellites adjust their courses, and spin into new flight paths as Sisu Arshu launches its newest payloads....

OOC: See also the Manium thread for more goings on, related.

Joshua

Sinking into the repartee with Nikolai quickly Joshua was impressed with this place. Having recovered from his initial reaction of shock he mused to himself that a place like this would have a 15-30crd door charge in Nova Hope. Either the friendly service is more common here or Nikolai does not know what a gold mine he sits on.

“I like Nikolai, he’s different from most of the business owners in Nova Hope. More amicable.”

Having his attention caught by the news prompter Joshua looks at Abir’abla.
“Terrorists a big problem in your country?”

Feng

Feng merely raised his eyebrow at the reactions of the locals. He couldn’t imagine what would need that amount of human touch as he recalled pictures of Noviet laser hafted machinery and the 3D computer models accurate within the placement of a handful of molecules. Perhaps they did not have the technology or merely had a more sentimental way about their craft. Either way he would note it in his report.

Looking over at the Merchant Naval officer Feng was once again interested. Mimicking the officer’s decibel level he responded.
“Oh? Safety standards, structural standards, or something else?”

Akiko

“The screen is fine, which ever is quickest.”

Joshua

Sinking into the repartee with Nikolai quickly Joshua was impressed with this place. Having recovered from his initial reaction of shock he mused to himself that a place like this would have a 15-30crd door charge in Nova Hope. Either the friendly service is more common here or Nikolai does not know what a gold mine he sits on.

“I like Nikolai, he’s different from most of the business owners in Nova Hope. More amicable.”

She smiles at him. "He is rather good. Hand brews, I'm told, though he never lets anyone look."



Having his attention caught by the news prompter Joshua looks at Abir’abla.
“Terrorists a big problem in your country?”

A head shake. "Sometimes there are rumors there are some, but they never manage to do anything significant. More like children running around with toys they don't understand."



Feng

Feng merely raised his eyebrow at the reactions of the locals. He couldn’t imagine what would need that amount of human touch as he recalled pictures of Noviet laser hafted machinery and the 3D computer models accurate within the placement of a handful of molecules. Perhaps they did not have the technology or merely had a more sentimental way about their craft. Either way he would note it in his report.

Looking over at the Merchant Naval officer Feng was once again interested. Mimicking the officer’s decibel level he responded.
“Oh? Safety standards, structural standards, or something else?”

He gives a quick "heh". "More like, they like things done right, and don't want others to know about it."

A glance around, and he gains some distance between himself and Feng.



Akiko

“The screen is fine, which ever is quickest.”

In less then fifteen minutes, a screen is set up in a guest suite. Dr Venkmann appears on it, seemingly unperturbed.

The Sultan enters the room shortly after, accompanied by two of the green robed guards and a blushing guide. "I am always most glad to see to my guests. Might I know the reason for the requirement of... haste?"

Joshua

An eyebrow raised Joshua chuckled at the comment.
“I would hope which ever his brewing process it was nothing unseemly, secrecy or no.”

With Abir’abla’s comment to his second comment Joshua thought that it might be her life of isolation and indoctrination that might’ve dealt that response but he kept his lips sealed.

Feng

He considered perusing the man, but what would that gain him? Turning his attention to the remainder of the tour he dutifully took pictures and bid his time until it had ended. He felt that he’d learned all that he could here but he was not going to turn a deaf ear in arrogance.

Akiko

In the twenty minutes or there about that it had taken the Vastivian administration to respond Akiko had composed herself. I have to stay poised, remember what sensei taught. It is just so difficult; this is the first time Noviet has ever laid hand against Noviet in open rebellion. We’re peace makers, compromisers. Bowing in the traditional Japanese manner to first the sultan and then Dr. Venkmann Akiko prepared what she had to say in her mind for a moment.
“Thank you both for responding so quickly, you truly are gracious hosts. Both your resources and your hospitality has been beyond reproach, though I am afraid I must ask you for something beyond what can be expected from a host. Albeit a superb one.” Bring up the laptop she positioned it so both the Doctor and Sultan would have a clear view.
“As the Doctor is already aware our colony on Manium has been undergoing some civil disturbances.
(pictures of the artillery fire and riots are shown)
“Eighteen hours ago the federal government attempted to restore order as evidence of widespread human rights abuses became apparent. The colonial government we installed has apparently suppressed news of a plague. More to the point they secluded the affected area under a rigid and unwarranted form of martial law.
(Overview maps highlighting the areas isolated and the level of individual rights violations are shown)
“When the eventual civilian backlash came, we Noviets are not one to suffer injustice, the colonial government misappropriated government resources to bloodily crush the resistance.
(Pictures of colonial militia firing on the people from a sideline view.)
“However with the disease still raging the militia eventually joined the revolt, creating what can only be described as a marginally contained civil war.
(Current projections of each faction’s power and territory are shown.)
“Some of our interceptors shot down a colonial crop duster we thought was gassing the population. It turns out they were administering a far from perfect vaccine that seems to be killing people as well as neutralizing the vaccine.
“The video from the interceptor that shows the entire incident from approach, footage of people gasping in the cloud and the kill shot [via missle cam] are shown)
“The federal government got involved at this point, both with out ill fated rescue mission and a rounding up of colonial leaders for prosecution. We’ve been successful in securing the colony with the exception of the five city area.
(Pictures of various missions are shown)
“The problem we find ourselves with is this. We cannot know if our bases in Reddorrow have been compromised, so our first response in the area is severely limited. Add to that the fact that the people are shooting at any Noviet emblem they see and our botched rescue attempt, we kind of thought they’d welcome us in, and we are left with a response problem.
(Tables showing response times of different divisions are shown. None are less than two weeks.)
“So, as a friend, possible ally, and neighbour we’d like to ask for your assistance. We want Vastiva to attempt a peacekeeping mission to the five city area. Something my government is willing to foot the bill for, supply and provide air superiority.
(Projection power from the applicable aircraft carriers and missile ranges from the navy in theatre is overlaid on the map.)
“I understand that this is a lot to ask for but there is no one else in the area with the first response capability we can trust. Having your troops in our borders puts us at a vulnerable position but I my government is confident we can trust you as we’ve worked well in the past.”

Hey look who it is... have I been gone to long to hop back in? The school work got the better of me, tons of tests and such. I'm gonna try to get back to the fun times I had. Well let me know if I can get back on this whole thing.

Hey look who it is... have I been gone to long to hop back in? The school work got the better of me, tons of tests and such. I'm gonna try to get back to the fun times I had. Well let me know if I can get back on this whole thing.

OOC Feel free :)

Sinjin considers the overlays.

"What are the force projections in that area, the level of possible infection and cure, and the general conditions we can expect?"

Akiko

Akiko smiled inside. Good he’s not laughed in my face or rejected me out right. Her confidence bolstered she continued.
“The contagion is in the area. It is still a relative wild card but as the federal government recovers the colonial research and conducts tests of its own we will have a better idea. From what we can tell the cure the colonists were subjected to seems to have been successful. We don’t believe them to be carriers; the same cannot be said for the food and water supply.
“Prevention at this point is relatively easy; the problem lies in the production of the vaccine. We have captured what we believe to be a detailed process of producing the vaccine. It’s been badly damaged and a lot of the information is irretrievable. We are working on reverse engineering the product, but once we redevelop it we will need to produce it.
“As for the current cure; one does exist but it’s not a recommended fall back option. Available as a last step the cure causes a fatal episode in 1% of the population and severe side affects in another five. While we will of course provide this as you require a massive infection and ‘curing process’ in your troops would be disastrous and should be avoided.
“As for force projections, first hostile; the colonists have splintered off into factions and set up defensive positions. Other still have started raiding, the highways between the city centres are rife with roaming gangs. The main mode of transport is domestic vehicle. A preference has been demonstrated for truck, SUV, and street bike. Several emplacements of mortars have been located as have anti tank ordinance. Snipers infest the streets so un escorted infantry squadrons should not stray from radio contact.
“The rogue militia did have access to light armor, and some of the other factions have helped themselves. While comparatively small in number there are several mobile artillery vehicles towed and self propelled, mobile launch sites, light tanks, APCs both tracked and wheeled, and several gun ships.
“We’ve limited bombing campaigns to those that directly engage another faction as our primary goal is to save lives and despite the name smart bombs only have one purpose. If and when your peace keeping force comes into opposition with these they will be dealt with by our own aircraft.
“Which brings us to friendly force projections; the carrier Azrael is in the area with a full compliment. Escorted by several cruiser type vehicles and some submersibles your troops will be able to call fire down as needed. We can also maintain a fair sized overhead for immediate reactions. The carrier has a compliment of 100 F-18H, 14 F-117B, 3 E-2C, 2 S-3B, 3 EA-6B. Sufficed to say we can strike any area in the theatre with a full barrage within 20 minutes and a quick response within five.
“Other notable conditions are the weather. Meteorological data indicates that a storm front will break on the theatre within the next few days. While the infrastructure can handle it and the storm should keep some of the harsher fighting at bay as the colonists take cover our peacekeeping efforts will be exasperated.”

That got all of a nod.

"You are - precisely - asking us to do what? Stop the civil war, contain the citizens, run food and water for a time... mission objectives you would like to see achieved would go far to clarify the situation.

"Vastiva has several MASH units in the area, most of them NBC equipped and certified. And as there has been no clash between our nations, our uniforms are unlikely to bring off a loud explosion. But these.... rebels. What do you know of their disposition, leadership, objectives?"

Elsewhere in the complex, General Riva Sola al-Din viewed the entire with an element of distrust; yet her instincts were to prepare for any eventuality.

Keyed orders went to Colonel-Governor Fiyaad Shamshan.

Within an hour, flights of B-3S bombers would be fueled and waiting orders; the 3rd Colonial Fleet went onto alert status and began to move towards the western coastal waters; two tankers took on water, a fleet carrying foodstuffs was held at port; security on the border tightened; and reams of documents of the findings about the "Noviet Plague" flew through the ether, to land in Vastiva.

Her eyes never left the display.

Akiko was taken aback. Not use to delivering a briefing of military nature she wished Feng was here. But this is sudden and every few minutes counts.
“My apologies Sultan, I am not of a military mind.

“The objectives for your peacekeeping force would be threefold. One, limit casualties at all costs. Two, secure the are for Noviet troops. Three, administer relieve and distribute supplies to the populace in the absence of the proper government; namely us.

“Rebel leadership is sketchy at best. We cannot be sure about their command structure. The only two we can be sure of are the Hell Riders and the former militia. Everything and everyone else seems hell bent on defiance and is armed to the teeth.

“The former militia is commanded by Brigadier General Thomas J. Fenton. He’s always had strong regional loyalties and was under some suspicions in the past. He was cleared of those charges, but as it was done by a military court we are preparing to try him again under civilian courts. He’d been previously accused of using his connections in the federal armed forces to bolster regional militias to an unconstitutional level. As he seems to be in possession of weapons far greater than he was issued it seems our rumors are genuine. His objective in the rebellion seems to be to bring the factions under him and then either negotiate with the federal government for standing as a Polis or to strike out as his own nation. Normally we wouldn’t see this as a problem but with the opportunities that have presented themselves in the new colony we have to wonder how many people he might’ve coerced.

“The hell riders are the manifestation of a criminal group. A deviant association of bikers and shady businessmen the Hell Riders are lead by L’ Diable a.k.a. Joséph Brideau. Brideau is running raids and a black market. By the looks of it he is trying to put himself into a position of power to negotiate with who ever comes out on top. I don’t believe that he seeks leadership, merely a way to legitimize his illegal dealings after this rebellion; a way to defy the law with impunity.

“As for the objective of anyone else, we are trying to get some operatives on the ground but we are having trouble with internal legality. The only organization that might have the skills needed to respond to this are constitutionally bound. It will be some time before we expect all three branches of government to acquiesce to a temporary and limited breach of the constitution.”

The Sultan maintained a thoughtful expression through this briefing.

"We see no reason not to help you in this. It may take a day to organize our troops into a cohesive plan, but you may indeed count on Vastivan involvement in this matter."

He paused. "Of course, we may expect all the usual paperwork to appear soon - it would not... look good to appear to be invading Noviet territory."

“Of course. My government is working on them as we speak. Excellence in government is something that Noviets strive for,” then almost as an after thought she lamented dourly, “perhaps this is why we were so unprepared for a failure in government to this magnitude.”

Zulu Hour

General Riva Sola al-Din sent the official “Go-Ahead” to Governor-Colonel Fiyaad Shamshan, with a rough outline of the plan. Discussions would be carried on by encoded transmissions for the next six hours, even as Sinjin continued his discussion with the Noviet representatives.

Zulu + 0:06:10:06

Several flights of SHARD drones breeched Noviet airspace. RADAR transparent and protected against LADAR discovery by Boffin optical camouflage, the small drones flew at high altitude into the quarantine zone.

Quietly, invisibly, they began reconnaissance missions, circling quietly, watching and noting movement of equipment, people, metallics, supplies.


Vastivan transmitters began work on jamming Noviet communications with messages of “Don’t Panic, Relief Coming” over the next two days. This was obnoxiously achieved through direct maser jamming of any satellite the Noviets did not shut down and did not identify as “friendly, necessary”, followed by flooding the airwaves with the Vastivan messages.


Communications with Joséph Brideau were attempted through the “smuggling colony” of Tradaa Vitiri; considering the sheer amount of “black market” business moving through that colony – with the “quiet consent” of the Vastivan government – it was likely someone knew someone who knew how to get in touch with Brideau.

A second set of feelers was directed towards contacting Brigadier General Thomas J. Fenton by any means – a quiet end to events would be nice, but this was not considered likely. At best, this would give a slight tip to the Vastivan hand.


Aboard the VSS Scimitar, one of Vastiva’s new Fafin-class BBGN and the flagship of the 3rd Colonial Fleet, Fleet Admiral Loki Mesfin al-Din reviewed intelligence reports, depending on his spearhead of Changeling SSTs to alert his fleet of anything “new” placed in the water around the Five Cities area. The small submarines had performed above expectations, quieter then even the IDF Halibut-class; yet this was not a test. The five submarines would have to perform their tasks with certainty.

He worried most about the relief convoy – safely set behind the main fleet and within a “bubble” of destroyers, frigates, and three of the proven Archer anti-aircraft Cruisers, that was thought to be the main method of getting the Five Cities swiftly under control. Those who have no logistical support, cannot long survive. And Vastiva would soon be a major supplier. Perhaps – if all went well – the only one.


Aboard the VSS Capros, the crew remained ready, keenly aware of how they compared to most of the rest of the fleet. The Grisha V had been purchased two years ago – technologically, it might as well have been two decades. Still, as the hero of one major sea operation, the Capros had avoided decommissioning, opting instead for colonial assignment with many of her kin. Her refit had improved her abilities somewhat; she was at least on par with most modern naval frigates.

Still, she now had something to prove – her right to exist.


The 927th Vastivan Corps complained yet again and again about being boat-bound; used with distinction in Operation: Brimstone and again during the HLF resurgence, the unit was one of the few battle-experienced Vastivan units, and the only one not of FRAM designation in the area. Redirected from their mission to Euroslavia, the battle convoy merged easily with the 3rd Colonial Fleet; more transports would hardly be noticed on a mission of mercy.


The 3rd Colonial Army mobilized at its many bases, preparing for “humanitarian intervention”. Six MASH units – including the vastly experienced 222nd and 6299th units – prepared for arrival, two by air the remainder in ground support. There was some worry about the 483rd MASH, relatively new and inexperienced in field operations. It was balanced against the 222nd.

The 6299th opted for airdrop, having experience with NBC drops and necessity. The 104th Mechanized Infantry Division would link on the ground; the 1st FRAM Regiment would accompany the 6299th on the drop, for immediate support.

(Excerpted from VNN Channel 722 broadcast)

"... cocoa futures.

Recently released by the Office of Public Health, a warning for those on the island of Manium - apparently there has been an outbreak of an unknown biological danger in the the Noviet Five Cities area. At this time, information is sketchy, but it is known elements of the Vastivan 3rd Fleet are escorting considerable relief supplies to the region, including a large shipment of Teracoto cheeses slated for arrival within the month.

Union leaders met with...."

(Excerpted from VNN Channel 722 broadcast)

...ointment continues to be sold.

Tourism at the Manium colony has slowed, following reports of an outbreak in Noviet territory, located north of the colony. At this time, there are no reports of infection in any Vastivan location.

Several comics began their...

*subtle bump*

"I've found that the one thing that really irritates me is the fact that stupid people not only exist in large quantities, but they usually get their way."

thank you, this has been a bump

(OOC: I’m sorry about the massive delay. I got really sidetracked. But what can I say really?)

The feelers sent to Brideau came back with an interesting bit of information. The Hell riders were willing to assist the Vastivians for more legitimate dealings in Manium. Specifically immunity from extradition and prosecution while inside Vastivian holdings.

The messages sent to General Fenton were answered promptly, text only.
“The 5CLA has received your communication and are more than willing to negotiate with the sultanate. The 5CLA is interested in only preserving lives for the greater glory of a new and independent 5C.

The Imperator Fenton offers you to be apart of this glorious undertaking by contributing supplies to the 5CLA. These supplies will be used to quell the last of the uprising and establish the 5C. Vastiva will forever be seen as a friend and the Imperator does not forget his friends.

Come now and behold the greatness that this portends! The 5C will be a bastion of economic and military might on this new world.”

It was General Riva Sola al-Din who came to Akiko with these... interesting developments.

"Vastiva has no problem with the smugglers - we would gladly repatriate them to our citizenry if they cause you too much problems. The 'Imperator' seems to be rather full of himself though."

Troops prepared to move. Bombers took on new loads. Ships moved towards their goals. Satellites continued to watch.

A diplomat was dispatched to discuss terms and methods with Joséph Brideau, a way of getting inside without being seen - in force.

Nature, however, had other plans.

(excerpted from VNN Channel 722 evening broadcast)

...tomato juice.

A class five tropical storm has been plotted to intercept and pass over our colony on Manium. The full effects of this storm may have, considering the size of the landmass, are as much supposition as mathematics. However, all citizens of the colony are requested to remain indoors and to make proper preparations for the storms passage.

Vitamin C was the topic of....

Akiko merely sniffed at the smugglers, as if they were unimportant.
“Should your government feel that it is best served to bring these people on board than we can only differ to your wisdom. Having Vastivian citizenship does not however absolve them of past indiscretions.
“As for the general, we cannot guess at his motivations now as he is going beyond our predictions, perhaps the vaccine the colony forced on his had more side affects than we were aware?”

The diplomat was picked up quickly in the colony. A rowdy biker cracked him on the skull to take his valuables before he realized who he was. When the diplomat came to he was in comfortable accommodation. From the best guess he’d have to say a hotel room lit by oil light. It seemed odd for all of the electronic equipment, so common in Noviet construction, to be so quiet in the flickering half light.

The General sniffed back. "The smugglers are entirely unimportant, save as they can deliver covert teams into the area, without this blowhard having advanced notice they are there. Samples of the ground water and area need be taken - and having spotters on site will be of large advantage when Scimitar and her bretheren are required to strike."


Far distant, Hayseen Kaysan ibn Aiman rubbed his head and checked to see if his M-TCOD was still intact. Then again, he hadn't heard any explosions... yes it was still there.

For now, he left it alone and looked around the room. Curious - a lack of power, or a want of secrecy?

After a few more minutes of Hayseen stirring in the room the door opened, splashing the room with light. The man framed in the glow of the hallway was a mammoth. Almost clearing seven feet very little of the light made it into the room, in fact most of it was passing between his tree stalks of legs.
“Come on L’ Diable is waiting for you.”

Hayseen was lead, with all of his questions ignored, up into what appeared to be the penthouse suite. Here, unlike every other place on the way (including the eight flights of stairs) some evidence of electrical power was seen. Men and women sat about this room with computers giving off most of the light. A quick glance over the operator’s shoulder showed Hayseen messaging programs, chat rooms, market quotes, and what appeared to be a satellite feed. Lounging in a large armchair, apparently watching for Hayseen’s arrival, was a man with an expensive scotch in a wide mouth glass. His tanned hide jacket and designer jeans were topped off by a crucifix hanging discretely from his neck. His hodge-podge of expensive taste was topped off, or bottomed, by a pair of beat in leather boots that looked more worn than not.

The man placed his glass on a wood panel in the armchair and stood to greet Hayseen. Greeting him in a warm French accent he clasped the diplomat’s hand firmly in greet.
“Ah Bonjour monsieur, ah must apologize for the rude bump on the head. We are not used to receiving men of your stature here.” Motioning to the bottle of scotch and an empty glass on the bar at the side of the room he smiled.
“Would you care for a drink?

Akiko nodded back at the palace. She understood the logic behind dealing with these men, she was sure that her government would want to prosecute most of them after the fact. At the same time she stood her with her hand open for what was, for all intents and purposes, charity.
“General. I understand the strategic benefit and you’ll have to forgive me. My responsibilities are political in nature and while we will not discourage this in the least, I can be almost certain that my government will enter into negotiations with you after the fact to have the smuggler’s turned over.”

"That is entirely your choice to make, Emissary. As it was your choice to involve us, and our methods of arriving force without perceived presence as a method of rapid conclusion."



Hayseen Kaysan ibn Aiman smiled and shook his head. "Your pardon, perhaps another time?" He glanced at the various monitors. "It would seem you are well placed to analyze not only the Five Cities area, but a good part of the world. That would indeed appear to be a most... beneficial view of...ah, but I digress.

"It would be improper to infer you are not aware of all the goings on in that particular area of our common interest. Could it be inferred, further, you have knowledge of what is present - in all forms - in that location, to all the people within that locale?"

Akiko nodded.
“General I must apologize for any perceived rudeness. I am in a difficult position. Part of the reason that your government was brought in on this was because my government has found itself unwilling or unable to make these decisions.
“We are on very shaky constitutional ground here as General Fenton may be able to rally enough supporters to declare his organization a legitimate Polis. Were that to happen the Supreme Court would order the federal government to negotiate with Fenton as we do with any other Polis.” Akiko averted her eyes. She was filled with shame that this had come as far as it did. She could not imagine this happening.
“General my administration trusts your government’s best judgment. We chose to ask Vastiva for help because we knew you could get the job done and be best able to respect the delicate situation we are in.” Raising her hands in defeat she looked at the general with an air of almost helplessness.
“I cannot tell you the government’s preference because our elected bodies are deadlocked; our government seems unable to create a preference.”

Joseph looked at the diplomat. The man seemed off somehow. Shrugging that aside he raised his hand.
“Sir you must speak a bit more plainly than that. I would apologize as I do not tolerate end runs, successful or otherwise, around my intellect.
“My business is my own and you are here only at my convenience, I will not comment on the inner workings of my organization. Occupational paranoia if you will.” The large man who escorted Hayseen here could be heard tightening his grip on the pistol handle as the leather of the holster gave a conspicuous squeak.
“As for my knowledge of our area of common interest; I assume you mean the cordoned off area here, the 5CA. You’ll have to be specific. I am not a generous man by nature and information is a valuable commodity.”

Hayseen Kaysan ibn Aiman shrugged elegantly. "As you wish. How much for accurate information of what is there - equipment, supplies, locations; who is in charge where, the general status of the populace, and the feasibility of putting a few covert spotting teams into the Five Cities area, without the knowledge of any other party?"

He turned, considering the man who brought him here momentarilly before turning back.

"I trust that is direct enough?"


Riva nodded. "Our preference is to neutralize or disarm, to gain the populations trust through the delivery of safe supplies, and to place enough firepower nearby to make a sudden conflict - if necessary - as short as possible." She shrugs. "It would not be a difficult thing to create another... accident in a launch, if things came to that end. But we would far rather other methods. As we understand it, your goal is the removal of this 'imperator' and the safety of your citizens. Ours is the same, in reverse order. Gain the citizenry, the imperator has no power."

The 3rd Colonial had moved forward enough artillery and MRLS to make a smoking crater of the Five Cities area - but had kept it out of effective range, perhaps further then they would have liked.

This will be primarilly an infantry battle the briefing had stated. Armor and artillery units will be used only as necessary to suppress enemy forces. Our primary objective is the isolation of the citizens, to prevent the plague from spreading - all our soldiers have been immunized as best as possible, but we cannot guarantee a lack of contagation. As such, we shall have to cordon off and control the population - preferably with bribes, but with force as necessary.

Secondary objective will be that blowhard and his so-called army. SHARD recon have shown very little in the way of real force. We do not project a prolonged battle, particularly with Noviet air forces giving us air dominance.

The 151st Flight Wing will be moved into support positions, though we do not expect to be using its elements at this time.

Heavy artillery now surrounded the Five Cities on three sides - the fourth would be blockaded by naval units, both support and (much further out) the fleet itself.

Vastiva prepared itself to jump upon the anthill.

Joseph laughed heartily in the man’s face. Wiping a tear from the crows feet that adorned the side of his eye he looked up at the still serious face of the diplomat.
“You’re joking of course.” See that he was not Joseph straightened up a bit. Still smiling and trying to feel the man out he as a man belied up to the poker table. With a manufactured joviality and a hard eye he appraised the diplomat and spoke with an amicable tone.
“For the farm house sans kitchen sink I want to see big money. I’m not talking lets buy the yokel out by offering him what he’d make himself in ten years I’m talking crush me with your wallet sized payout.” Seeing if he’d lost Hayseen along the way Joseph paused. Swirling his glass again he stepped forward looking the man up and down while breathing alcohol onto him.
“I want out with one percent. I want out of this country, protection from extradition, Vastivian citizenship, a few hundred dummy corporations, an estate both south of here in Colonial Vastiva and down in Antarctica, and lastly I want one percent of the Vastivian GDP. Now when I say I, I mean I.” Motioning about him Joseph looked at his people, who were now looking for the diplomat’s response. “I want to pick up my whole organization and be given a clean slate to operate in a fresh new country.”

Akiko nodded at Riva’s assessment of the situation.
“I must concur and I do not mean to seem cold, but the removal of the Imperator is what’s best for all concerned.”

The storm continued to batter the area but the people seemed to mind it less. Supplied with hot food and limited power their spirits seemed to lighten. And for better or worse hot soup was served with a sermon,…

Hayseen's face became bemused. "And you have what which is worth that much to us? The placement of a few hands of men is hardly worth the sum you name, for even without your help, the city would be taken... eventually.
Though of course, should you be able to prove your worth to us, perhaps some of that which you name could be arranged. We have no interest in... what is the local phrase... ah, yes. We have no interest in 'being played for suckers'." He smiles and nods, waiting for the next move in the game.

Joseph nodded. He didn’t figure that the offer would fly but he wasn’t going to let go of it yet.
“Ah tabernac. I have put no money where my mouth is. Tell me then; what is the going rate for the name of the federal government supplier to Fenton, how he violates the quarantine and where his money comes from? Perhaps as a bulk discount I might tell you where to find better records on the virus?”

"When all of this over, that might result in your movement to another continent, perhaps citizenship for all of yours. And considering the virus itself, such information would be quite useful in reducing the research necessary to halt its progress. So the savings could be... passed along?

"Though, of course, with citizenship would come the necessity of work, perhaps in moving things from place to place, something in sales on a more constant level... my apologies, you wished something more direct. We have much material you would be able to move through your networks. As the cost to you would be negligible, your profit - even with our cut of such - would be enormous, would it not?"

He smiles and gives a head bow. "My apologies for the digression. We were talking of how to deal with the threats within the Five Cities area, and here I am babbling about a mere two billion polar crowns. Again, I apologize. You were saying?"



OOC: Current exchange rate 1 PC ~ 2.8 USD

Chuckling still Joseph extended his arms as if bored by the conversation. Strolling slowly to the side of the room he motioned one of his underlings closer to him. In a quiet muffle of French the two exchange a few quick sentences and the underling alters the screen somewhat. It’s obvious that he’s into a different program and doing something at Joseph’s behest but Hayseen would not be able to make out the specifics, beyond catching the emblem for the Noviet armed forces.

Turning lazily Joseph looked almost drunk on his faux euphoria, or was it the scotch. White teeth shining Joseph beamed at Hayseen.
“I will give you something for free, tell you my final price and send you on your way with my contact information.” Looking down at his feet Joseph took careful controlled strides towards Hayseen, punctuating his voice with each steep.
“Do you wonder why I want out, why the federallies asked you in, and how our nation fell into turmoil so easily?” Now within a foot of Hayseen Joseph looked up into the man’s eyes. In them Hayseen could see a contrived whimsical look barely plastered over a deeper angst. Joseph looked almost like a tortured animal in that sense, unsure of where he needed to be turning to avoid the next jolt but knowing he could not let himself appear weak.

After a silent moment shared in that Joseph twitch his head to the side to look over his shoulder; speaking to the underling he’d whispered to earlier his voice to a much grimmer tone.
“Jean-Paul, what are you doing right now?” The underling, Jean-Paul, licked his dry lips and tried to speak, twice, before answering weakly.
“I am accessing a server in the Noviet armed forces via the Imperator’s local network.”
“I see, and are you experiencing any real trouble in accessing it?”
“None beyond the trouble to crack the Imperator’s network.”
“What is this indicative of to you then Jean-Paul?”
“That a port was left open to access from the locale I’m accessing from.”
“The Imperator’s satellite uplink, I assume?”
“N-no.”
“Oh, where then?”
“I can’t tell, I can’t access anything definitive, b-but…”
“But.”
“Judging by the ping it’s a WAN land line.”
“So you’re telling me that there is an intact WAN to a secure Noviet armed forces server here in Manium?”
“N-n-no.”
“No? What pray tell then does it appear to be.”
“*ahem* one of the main servers of the NAF, ba-back in Nova Hope proper.” Turning his attention back to Hayseen Joseph smiled again.
“I know what you’re thinking, this could be a very inconsequential server. An oversight seeing as how they’re fighting their own, perhaps nothing consequential is on this server right?” Flicking his head back behind him he spoke one word to Jean-Paul.
“Launch.”

It was fitting. The Devil’s advocate was the ship that received the order. A Spirit class submarine it was not unique beyond one order. A special order came down from Noviet command, and the well trained crew acted on it without question. Prepping a cruise missile and firing the sub belched its pressurized sea water and bubbles as it spat its ordinance above the water. The cruise missile was nondescript. It flew into the city with precision and ease. Arching down at the chiding of its guidance system it zeroed on a building in the next block over from Joseph’s HQ. Punching through the civilian grade walls of the tenement it devastated three floors before loosing its concussive exertion.

The whole process took less than a couple of minutes; more than enough time for Joseph to draw the curtain back, giving Hayseen a beautiful view of the large tenement simple plummet and cease obscuring his view of the moon. When the dust settled Joseph offered a bemused comment.
“It’s clear, we must be in the eye of the storm.” There was a long pause as Joseph continued to regard the eerie scene about the blocks below.
“This is the last I will say to you. I’ll give you the location of a fair bit of his troops, the information promised earlier, and the record of what Jean-Paul just did. It’s all yours if we can have Vastivian citizenship, no, protection. As well as the dummy corps and a total of eighteen billion polar crowns. Working for you will not be a problem, we like what we do but it has become very obvious to us that we can no longer do it safely in Nova Hope.
“Jean-Paul, give him the IP of this hub so his government can connect to us later for their reply.”

Hayseen considers what he just saw. "Fifteen. You may move your men to Trada Vitiri, from there it will be the Colonel's business where you go. But beyond that, I believe we have a deal - I do take it families, girlfriends, and the like are part of this, so you need not falsify any more then usual."

Once back, he forwards his report - one to General Sola, one to the Sultan, one to Colonel Shamshan, one to Vizier von Cohen... and four copies go to Nasiri Yassassin, though the original receipients and sender are certainly unaware of this.


OOC: If the sub was off the East coast, the SSTs would have noted the launch. If the NE or N, they would not.

Joseph watched the man go. He didn’t quite know what to think of it. He held all of the cards, and they were damn good ones. Yet he still needed something that the diplomat had and he knew it. The question is really then, should this foreigner be seen as ballsy or arrogant? Shaking his head clear of these thoughts Joseph turned to more pressing matters. With an easy slide from English into perfect French Joseph began to order his stronghold to preparedness.

Preparedness in this instance was not so much toting guns into the lobby or anything so melodramatic. No preparedness was an undetectable increase in traffic on dedicated NAF servers of less than a percent, though with the sheer size of these servers that amount of net traffic was sizable in all but this context. Joseph was not a stupid man and he did not plan for failures, nor did he put all of his eggs in a single basket.

Extra eggs were the Imperator. Joseph didn’t want to work with the man but if the Vastivians failed it meant that the Imperator was the best bet, as the feds were dealing with their own shit. The dish on the hotel, a makeshift piece made from military surplus, picked up the militia frequency. Joseph could hear some idle chatter either way. Turning on the encryption key the senseless chatter came in very clear, militia patrols keeping order in the streets, coordinating relief efforts, and general assuming the role of legitimacy. Pressing the talk button on his radio Joseph called for the Imperator. It was not long before the response crackled back.
“This is his majesty’s right hand, who addresses the imperator directly?”
“Joseph. I need a meet.” There was a pause on air before consent.
“You know how.”
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Meanwhile other ‘preparedness’ was taking place. The launch of the errant cruise missile was not something a fleet on high alert missed, especially when one of their own fired. At the ground level not much was thought about it. When any of the commanding officers checked their orders they found that the launch had been added in, by all the official channels. Everything seemed legitimate, with only one small problem. When anyone server side checked the authorization for the order it seemed surprisingly lacking. Oddly enough where the form for the approval of munitions release resided seemed to be completely non-existent, but again this information stayed in the server building.

In that very same building two men walked, quickly, to their respective cars. Dressed plainly in basic government suits the two would not have attracted a second glance, and their conversation would only draw realizations from one who knew of all sides, and none of them seemed to be in the building.
“Seems the Devil’s Advocate fired into Port Hokkaido.”
“I’ve heard, Fenton’s tipped our hand.”
“Perhaps, there have been some other suggestions tossed around in the conference room though.”
“Oh.”
“The strike took place while a Vastivian diplomat was visiting our wild card.”
“What are you suggesting? That he might be showing off for company?”
“Yes, the little bastard might be trying to cut a deal. After all the Vastivians will be looking to avoid casualties and they can offer that better with that card.”
“This could go sideways on us with them involved you know.”
“How so? We can simply demand that the colonies be divided into dozens of Polis afterwards, to protect the locals right of course.”
“Of course.”
“Then we can stack congress full of, new blood.” There was a chuckle at that and an almost mocking response.
“Yes, we can ensure the congress stays as a viable check to the other two powers in the Noviet government.”

The two walked in silence a bit longer, clearing a less secure area. Their conversation continued unabated, though there was no logical connection between the one they were having now and the one seconds before. Once in the elevator the two began again as if there had been no break in the conversation, a full fifteen minutes of nonsensical socializing.
“Do we have anyone inside Vastivia now?”
“No. The Kamigawas have their hands on this one. As it is the relations with Vastivia seem to be very piecemeal, a veritable menagerie indeed.”
“How so?”
“They are so many breeds of relations with them. We currently have offered them a Geisha to serve in their harem. We have proposal’s in various statuses for economic, air space, border, defence, and cultural agreements and not to mention that there seems to some intermingling on the colonial levels.”
“Well that’s obvious isn’t it?”
“Not really. We’re having problems keeping our people legal as they go down there to supply for cheaper.”
“That black market city?”
“Yep.”
“Mmm.”

Akiko and her group were quietly met by guards, who - very politely - informed them they were to be restricted from use of the communications room and restricted to the Palace itself. "And if it would not be too much trouble, the devices you use can be turned off or inhibited if you are not able to inhibit them yourself."

Feng and Joshua had yet to hear the news.

(OOC: I’m sorry about the massive delay. I got really sidetracked. But what can I say really?)

The feelers sent to Brideau came back with an interesting bit of information. The Hell riders were willing to assist the Vastivians for more legitimate dealings in Manium. Specifically immunity from extradition and prosecution while inside Vastivian holdings.

The messages sent to General Fenton were answered promptly, text only.
“The 5CLA has received your communication and are more than willing to negotiate with the sultanate. The 5CLA is interested in only preserving lives for the greater glory of a new and independent 5C.

The Imperator Fenton offers you to be apart of this glorious undertaking by contributing supplies to the 5CLA. These supplies will be used to quell the last of the uprising and establish the 5C. Vastiva will forever be seen as a friend and the Imperator does not forget his friends.

Come now and behold the greatness that this portends! The 5C will be a bastion of economic and military might on this new world.”


Message from Sisu Arshu to 5CLA
Supplies enroute.

The "attack" began in a most Vastivan way.

The many and varied SHARD-M drones arrayed over the Five Cities area began firing off propoganda shells - at high altitude, the shells blew and scattered pamphlets all over the city area.

At the same time, Vastivan ELINT units hit the airwaves, flooding out normal broadcasts for a time.

Both messages were essentially the same:


VICTIMS OF THE PLAGUE IN THE FIVE CITIES AREA!

ASSISTANCE IS COMING! WE ARE SENDING FREIGHTERS WITH SAFE
FOOD AND WATER, AND MEDICAL SUPPORT AND SUPPLIES!

PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE COAST IN AN ORDERLY FASHION.
PLENTY FOR EVERYONE.

WE WILL HELP - DO NOT BE AFRAID! EFFECTIVE VACCINE AVAILABLE!

A picture of the IRCO "Plague ship" symbol - a yellow flag with a black diagonal - was displayed on all messages.


Fleet Admiral Loki Mesfin al-Din held the 3rd Colonial Fleet's surface units some 50 nm offshore - still well inside the range of most of their ordinance, including the new VLRAO guns on the Trebuchet-class destroyers. Meanwhile, a flotilla of sixty transports and freighters - all flying the "yellow flag" - made their way torwards the port at cruise speed. Broadcasts promised the delivery of food, water, medical help.

On the western edge, the 222nd and 483rd MASH made their way forward under the IRCO Red Crescent - under the watchful artillery of the 3rd Colonial Army. This was repeated by the 8016th MASH to the south and the 211th MASH to the north. All of them leading a convoy of supply trucks carrying the promised supplies - and no small number of troops, both regular infantry and special forces intended for more specialized missions, all appearing for now as MASH workers.

Attempts were made to reach the airports and arrange for the arrival of the 6299th MASH to a more "central" location, even as their C-71 Progenys' plowed through the air. Among their numbers were the 1st FRAM Regiment, prepared for urban warfare - eschewing most of their vehicles in favor of the faster T-105A light tank and various Cheetah configurations, should fighting break out.

Everywhere the Vastivians came in they were welcomed with open arms by the Imperator’s forces. Diplomats, quartermasters, and TV crews all came out of the urban sprawl to shake hands, integrate logistics, and record the entirety of the event for posterity. More than one of these delegations came bearing gifts.

Meanwhile Akiko nodded gravely, understanding the delicacy of the situation she now found herself in.
“We will of course refrain from using our implants. We can deactivate them ourselves thank you. If I might be so bold, why are we being detained?”

All across mainland Nova Hope the general populace, prior to this point ignorant, becomes aware of the full circumstances regarding the small insurrection in the colonies. TV personalities appeared in full force as seemingly live ‘transmissions’ come from the 5CA showing the Vastivian relief effort. Pictures of the devastation and even earlier recordings of the plague in full swing now interrupt the programming of most of the Noviet stations. The glory of the free press, completely unfettered by content regulation, was now in full swing. The media began to hypothesize and worse still some began to incite.

The majority of Noviets however tuned into NWN. Proven to be more reliable over the long term NWN now offered something that the other stations did not seem to; and exclusive interview with General Fenton, a.k.a. The Imperator. The entire country seemed to grind to a halt as citizens from all walks of life tuned into the airwaves.

The rain still battered the 5CA. Steady, unrelenting, and surprisingly comfortable. The storm was winding down now with a smaller storm front trailing up behind. This meant that the hurricane force winds which made the area look like a war zone were all but subsided. The cool rain was a nice change to the balmy heat of the day, it seemed like Mother Nature offered a natural coolant to heated situation or at least the day.

The cities were recovering quickly. The militia put to immediate use anything the Vastivians gave them. The rubble and debris was cleared into piles and needed only an active garbage service. One thing that the city sported new was the new roof patio furniture for any building two to four stories high. Consisting of a heavily sandbagged position, a mortar emplacement, and a quad gun the scene was eerie. Aid workers would walk by these buildings and be waved to by the men garrisoning them, keeping a well armed vigil on the streets.

Unnoticed by the militia patrols however was the Vastivian team of special forces moving from alley way to alley way. The process was slow with spurts of speed. Ordering his team to halt in the alley again Daffidar Ryan Atkins watched as his lead man slipped the mirror to the corner to observe the sandbagged position down the street. The second there was an opening the lead signaled the group forward. The dash across the street and into the warehouse was expedient to say the least.

Inside laid a good variety of crates and covered vehicles. Curious as to what it was that the militia might decide not to have in operation, as Atkins had seen some really beaten in vehicles on the roads. Pulling a sheet back his eyes went wide. Underneath was a fully loaded Noviet hummer, though with no NAF markings. It was at about this time another team member popped open a crate of surface to air missiles. Moving down the line of shelves Atkins took in what looked to be a veritable armory of Noviet technologies, with no markings beyond their unique designs. Picking up an assault rifle he made to copy down the serial number, but found none. More surprising was the fact that it was not filed off. It’s as if the gun was molded with not serial number at all. Tapping the M-TCOD to send out a ping, and paint this position for the ships in the straight, Atkins heard a series of clicks that were not expected, the clicks of safeties.
“Please lower your weapons.” The voice was in a whisper at best and continued.
“I ride with the Hell Riders, as do my dozen friends here.” Stepping out of the shadows a man in a militia uniform approached Atkins, gun lowered.
“L’Diable is looking into you problem here. If you and your men are going to interfere this badly our price may rise.” At about this time voices could be heard further off.
“Quick someone’s coming, leave before you give me away and get yourself caught.”

(OOC: A quad gun has the operator in the centre of four fifty caliber cannons. Completely mechanical and with a belt feed in the rear the quad gun looks almost like a helicopter cockpit frame sans electronics. Four cannons are arranged in a square with the centre sitting in front of the operator. The cannons are inclined based on foot controls in the cockpit. This determines at what range the bullets converge.)

Skills honed by years of... service... Daffidar Ryan Atkins nearly vanished from plain sight, as did a good part of his team.

Those not quite as skilled did a good job - not quite as good a job, but a good job nonetheless. They left behind nothing to show their presence, down to crates resecured and coverings in place.

Photos would be processed, names known - but not right now. Atkins was reasonably sure this cache would vanish before the week was out.

The troops found a reasonable alley, and emerged as IRCO caregivers, complete with NBC hoods in "urban casual" tans. Two carried bulky medical kits, just like every other IRCO team, while a third had a sample case. The team would stop, take samples, and return to what would seem to any as a normal pattern.

Given the pattern of samplers, it was unlikely anyone save someone who mapped out every team would note something wrong - and even then, their position was far enough from "Checkpoint Ahmed" to allay suspicion. They even returned to the IRCO MASH camp to drop off their findings, just to reassure anyone following them back.

Their HSI minders, however, would have another piece in what was quickly becoming a much larger puzzle then they had thought.

Meanwhile Akiko nodded gravely, understanding the delicacy of the situation she now found herself in.
“We will of course refrain from using our implants. We can deactivate them ourselves thank you. If I might be so bold, why are we being detained?”



It was many hours - and several hundred "Many apologies, Emissary, but that is not known to this one" later - when a green sashed servant arrived, bearing a disk.

"Apologies for the wait, Emissary. If you will please view?"

She slipped the disc into a reader - instantly the screen popped to life, and out began the "exclusive interview with General Fenton, a.k.a. The Imperator".

Afifa - "Neat Lady" - gave a head-nod at the end. "To explain, we do not accuse you of anything, nor are you under anything more then a slight house detention. Our people are still jumpy following two attempts on various candidates for the Harem, and as such... to be sure, we do not wish any incidents, either on your personages, or from them. We find this lessens the chance for misunderstandings and mishaps.

"It is hoped this is not seen as a breech of our hospitality, Emissary. Should this be nothing, it is only time spent in luxury." She smiled. "Should it be more, Vastiva will see to it you and yours are safely returned to your nation.

"I believe our Grand Vizier or his deputy will arrive later, if it would be convenient, to discuss matters further with you. For now - do you play chess?"

Akiko looked about her accommodations and smiled.
“I can of course appreciate your decision to keep me here, especially after that little incident on television. As for chess, yes I do indeed play and if that is an offer I would be inclined to accept.”

Two men sat outside the office of the President. They sat uncomfortably that they were about to enter the office of the commander and chief and lie to his face. Not uncomfortable enough to not do it but the prospect was unnerving to say the least. These men were loyal servants of the Dominion but until sides were fettered out they needed to be tight lipped about their own actions. This idea was horrendous as the President was the one elected position with enough security to be responsible for the black ops but now it seemed like nothing was sacred. These men looked at each other and silently wondered how much they could do behind the President’s back and still have it be the system they fought for?
“Think cutting the server link was too obvious?”
“Had to be done, we couldn’t have another cruise missile fired without provocation. We also can’t have the General doing his banking and politicking either.”
“You know that a lot of damage has already been done right?”
“Yep.”
“You know we have to tell the President about the reserves being emptied right?”
“… I know…”
“Well, on the bright side that account in Roycelendra wasn’t being used anyway.”
“Maybe not but the couple trillion he drained from it make for nice weapons purchases.”
“I know…”
The two men sat in silence after that thinking about how they’d broach this with the President.

President Lincoln looked up at the two men who came into his office. The President hadn’t slept in longer than was healthy and it was starting to show. This is my last meeting and then I should be able to grab most of a night’s sleep. Maybe a full eight hours. I’m already considered legally insane from sleep deprivation so I need to call it in before I accidentally nuke a country or something silly. Clearing his throat, which felt like the stubble was in it as well as on it, the President bid the men to sit.
“Well what can you tell me?” The men looked at each other nervously. They knew what was going on and they knew what the company’s position was. More to the point they were ordered not to report to this man, a direct violation of the chain of command. The man on the President’s right cleared his throat in a copycat gesture. Adjusting his turban in one last uncomfortable gesture the small Arab looked the President in the eyes and began his spiel. He’s a good man and looking him in the eyes is the least I can do.
“Thank you Mr. President. I have here for you reports on the server connection to the NAF server. It would seem that it was an oversight and the NAF merely had not closed the connection. The staff of the server building in question have asked me to pass along their apologies. There are not a lot of safeguards to lock out our own people.” The President nodded at that, an acceptance of sorts, though one borne of true acceptance or exhaustion who can say. Speaking slowly the President looked at the man fidget with his turban in front of him.
“So… It was an oversight?” The man nodded again pleased that the President was accepting this.
“Yessir. We physically cut the connection so there should not be another problem.”

The meeting from that point on was brief the President seemed to eat up every lie that was fed to him and the two men left in good spirits, of sorts. The Arab, Faruq Mukhtar, was conflicted about his joviality. He was happy in succeeding, but he had almost hoped that the President would’ve somehow known that they were lying. Shaking his head to stop the thoughts he waved to his friend as he went through the security check. Heading to the bathroom just inside the security check Faruq straddled the urinal to relieve himself. As he splashed the porcelain back of the fixture he thought to himself in dismay. They might look back to this as the first chip in Noviet government. I believe in the system. The President has championed Polis rights and independent operating procedures, and his trust has enabled me to hurt him. Turning towards the sink he zipped up and began to lather his hands. At first he stared at the bubbles forming on his brown skin, the pink turned white was an interesting contrast. His mind regarded the flecks in the counter, an interesting design. As his eyes drifted up onto his own image in the large mirror he winced.
The NNAO is right though. We don’t know if the President, or someone in his office, is the leak. Fenton is getting through and we don’t know how. Until we do know everyone is suspect. The company is even subdivided against itself, its afraid to put in agents for fear of diverging loyalty. Moving over to the hand dryer he pressed the button cursing under his breath as the energy saving low flow came on.
And the Vastivians. Poor bastards, we can’t even release the General’s full file for fear of getting the company dirty. With a sigh he exited the bathroom, his face even more tired than when he went in.

The security checkout was brief; he after all went through here on an almost daily basis. Walking out of the building he looked about. The courtyard was surprisingly empty today, probably cleared out recently by the police. The protests were getting to be a legitimate concern. Strolling through the courtyard, one of the few left in the city. He looked at the historical statues. One particular caught his eye today. Perhaps it was because his mind was nagging him, his subconscious working overtime. Whatever the reason he stopped and took a moment to observe a statue dedicated to a national hero. The hero was of Japanese decent, a WWII refugee in fact, a defector from the Imperial army. Nova Hope had stayed of WWII but only by the skin of its teeth. This man, this hero, had fled Japan an officer. Well educated and social the man was quickly scaling the political ladder in Nova Hope when the Japanese landed a small scouting party on Nova Hope. The country would’ve been ripe for the picking but the man marched up to the Japanese patrol and explained who he was. He then asked to be taken off this island of ‘savage natives and bare land’. The Japanese patrol took him away, away from his family, from his adopted home, and from his affluent lifestyle.
Sometimes the right thing to do offers no reward, no thanks, and plenty of disincentives.

**************************************************

An email filtered into a ‘secure’ HSI server later that day from a public Noviet server that became defunct moments after sending it. (Pipe bombs do that to servers.) The HSI server itself was public knowledge, merely the email box specifically that was theoretically confidential. Faruq knew that there was nothing of any real importance on said box but knowledge of its existence should give Faruq some credibility with the Vastivians. The email sported a simple phrase in the body “because despite company policy you deserve to know.”, an encrypted attachment was the only other data in the email.

Encrypted with the code that the Noviets had given the Vastivians in the S. African theatre it would not be easy to open without that key, and since it was given to the Vastivians Faruq hoped that an enthusiastic code monkey might run a full spectrum of known keys and get lucky.

The attachment, once unencrypted, was the equivalent of a .pdf file, but better compressed. When opened it displayed the following.
“

Confidential NNAO document
You are committing a crime if you have not been cleared to read this document. Under the authority of the Foreign security and intelligence act you may be put to death for this transgression.


File# 3147 1689 4524
Date: (OOC: The date coincides with the federal blockade of the 5CA)
Subject: ex NNAO agent, ex. NNAO Commander, ex. Brigadier General, ex. Fleet trainer, aka The Imperator, Thomas Jameson Fenton

Education
Grades k1-11 Federal Orphan’s Home #154; Raleigh, Weston, Nova Hope
Cegep; Barry, Weston, Nova Hope
Bachelor’s of Arts in Military history NHCU; Nova Hope City, Nova Hope City, Nova Hope
Master’s of Military Sciences in Tactics and Logistics NNAO Training Centre #7; Austen, New Houston, Nova Hope

Notes – Early Life Fenton was one of the pilot kids in the Noviet training programs for political allegiance. Or for those not familiar with the program, state sanctioned brain washing. Nothing intrusive Fenton was merely exposed from pro-Noviet imagery from a very young age. The program was stopped and discontinued when he was fourteen. Living as an orphan Fenton adopted the institutions of Nova Hope as a father figure and even when the imagery was no longer supplied his loyalty to the system that provided for him was fierce.

Notes – College life Cegep saw the comraderie Fenton lacked in the Orphan’s Home. An avid sports enthusiast Fenton joined many teams and throw himself into the team spirit. Many of the players on, what quickly became, ‘his’ teams followed Fenton into the military as he adopted a mentor relationship with them. With a real ability to inspire people Fenton’s skills were best served in a local militia where he personally is accredited with their 132% performance rating increase. An increase that is still maintained today through methods he brought to the unit.
[note:] Fenton entered Cegep a year early, making him one of the youngest amateur players in the league. (OOC: Cegep is normally for 17-19 year olds.)

Notes – University Time served in the Militia gave Fenton an enthusiasm for all things military. With this passion he enrolled in the Military History program and began to study full time. His research paper’s at this time attracted the NNAO and they offered him an undergrad research position in a local think tank.

At about this time his marks leveled off to average levels, while his work with the NNAO took precedence. Working with the NNAO was a point of pride for Fenton and he used his federally issued ID as a badge of honour.

Notes – NNAO Career Originally admitted as a paper pusher Fenton very quickly became unhappy with being thrice removed from the action. Acing the physicals and the field testing Fenton quickly entered the field as a commop, (communications operative). His duties as a commop saw a mission in Colombia where his unit was separated in the field. While the details are still in the ether Fenton was accommodated for his performance when he took control and single handedly extradited his team from the danger zone.

With honourable mention inside the organization higher level agents began to take notice of Fenton. More specifically his Commander, the man who trained him, secured an opportunity as an assistant trainer. (Deputy Commander). After a few years in this position a company review was done and it was discovered that those trained under Fenton had better performance records, statistically speaking. To provide for this greater performance Fenton was granted his own training centre.

During his eight years as the head of the training centre Fenton has trained 96,000 NNAO agents, 20,000 NNAO Commanders, and 18,000 NAF officer corp. The training regime involved personalized contact with Fenton, who refused to have his centre expanded. Demanding resources but not extra responsibilities Fenton’s centre became the model for NNAO training centres all over the world. Fenton himself was directly involved in revamping nineteen centres to prescribe to his philosophy/methodology and was consulted on the creation of an additional thirty five.

Contextual Information Relevant to the 5CA incident

Fenton was assigned to the NAF as an officer. His time in the NAF was mostly for show and commanding the loyalty of so many officer gave him a clout that did not require as much groundwork. The operation was granted permission by the Eôsphoros himself. Unquestioning of the word of the federal government, or its right hand the NNAO, Fenton took on the assignment with zeal. In his various postings Fenton developed himself quite the name with the troops. Having only three casualties in years of services Fenton became something of a legend in the NAF.

It was about this time that his existence was classified from the company as a whole and he began deep cover work. With his cover firmly in place Fenton began taking orders to stockpile weaponry for the Polis he was stationed in. Transfers took place from the NAF to local militias so large that they were both uncommon and illegal.

The company was unawares of this as it was about this time that Fenton’s handler’s mysteriously disappeared. With Fenton’s status classified and his handler gone the man became a company ghost. It was not until local authorities asked for an investigation that he was ‘rediscovered’

Related Conclusion

It has become apparent that there are at least two parties at work in the NNAO, possibly more. The company has become unable to police itself and due to inter agency cooperation the contamination cannot be limited or traced.

Fenton’s defection may in fact be due to outstanding orders from an untraceable source. Without the proper contact protocols Fenton is a loose cannon. Well trained and with an innate knowledge of the agency, and with so much of it having loyalty to him, no concerted effort can be made against him; for not only the former reason but because there is no guarantee that these other parties will not use the opportunity to deliver their own instructions to Fenton.

It is also no recommended that the NAF be sent in. It seems highly coincidental that the majority of the fleet blockading the 5CA is being commanded by officers who were trained under Fenton.

Recommendations

Since the Vastivians have a colony in such proximity exposing this incident as a rebellion, which it is for all intents and purposes, and asking for their help is the best bet. The Vastivians have an understanding of subtly that is not afforded by our other allies. Beyond that they will not have to rely on our infrastructure to supply their operation. While any of our allies could do this the explanation for why we won’t let them integrate would cause problems.

Our other allies would of course use this opportunity to slip agents into the NNAO. While this is not an immediate worry there is both pride and prudence to consider. Vastiva has shown itself to be an honourable sort and a reliable interest. Our other allies seem to bicker amongst themselves as much with our enemies.

Furthermore it should be noted that relations with Vastiva would be the least damaged should a ‘worst case scenario’ come to pass.

Vastiva will of course discover that certain things are not as it seems. A follow up report needs to be created from this one. This will allow us to explain the internal problems the NNAO is having without showing the magnitude at which Fenton figures in them. It is a sad thing to say but Vastivian attention will grant us an even greater incentive to expunge these other interest from the company.

((((Attached are a series of charts and images showing which ships in the fleet have possible loyalty to Fenton. It also gives a timetable for exchanging the leadership of these ships, the best estimates are months. Also included is a contingency plan for contacting Fenton, but it seems to be scrapped and unfinished. Attached to the unfinished contact plan are recovered standing orders to institute a ‘scorched earth’ policy should his cover story be blown))))

*tap, considering*

*another gentle bump... will have to get with you about this one...*

Penetration continued through the 5CF area - Vastivan MASH doctors treated and vaccinated, the few 'outbreaks' were traced to influenza or relatively tame bacterium, and the Vastivan medics became something of a daily occurance all over the place.

Which was much was Vastiva wanted. Subtly, it had created the very "scare-outbreaks" it treated; tracing them back would be near impossible, as there was no one vector - stamps, envelopes, water, fruit, all sorts of vectors had been used to cause the various poisonings and infections, including several "Typhoid Mary's" who walked about spreading a weak form of eccohilibactri through several neighborhoods. That each received a week off in quarantine afterwards was not particularly notable - the suppressives they received might have been remarked on had they been known outside the Mary's themselves.

In this manner, Vastiva played for time; 5CF positions were subtly mined and marked; roof positions had blocks of ceramenex placed in the roofing underneath, set with code detonators - or in the sandbags themselves. Turncoats and traitors were easily found among the friendly populace - with each handled as a separate entity, no leaks were allowed for Fenton to see through.

In short, Vastiva played "stupid and helpful", a game she was very, very good at. In return for bribes, subtle and overt, and for allowing many of her people to be "taken advantage of" by the locals, Vastiva gained a working knowledge of the 5CF area, the defenses, the people, the supplies - most all of it. Fenton's defensive network was slowly compromised from the inside out; most of his militia would be in little position to fight, and those that were would be sitting on minefields and artillery zones.

The largest question - could Fenton be turned yet again, to serve other interests?

He could... and was. As Nova Hope collapsed, Vastivan armies were the de facto rulers of the Noviet colony - with large portions of the militia doing their part to solidify that claim.

OOC: If either of you guys happen to see this... I wish I had stayed with this. I'm surprised you guys went with this for this long! It's me, Hammerite Sanctur. But unfortunatley it went away... anyways to let you know... I'm back :-)