Dread Lady Nathicana
27-12-2004, 09:51
ooc: Taking this from here (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=380556&page=2) in the interest of not hijacking. Those involved on Io feel free to continue/join in. Those not - ask elsewhere. We've got a small bit of biz to take care of.
Fabian Mancuso arches a brow slightly, then shrugs before nodding to Gabriel. "As you think best," he says looking somewhat confused. "Your initial missive said you would 'be attempting to lay claim to some land on Io', after all. Seeing you so unwilling to discuss options, all too ready to make demands and resort to outright insults and aggressive statements. If you had hoped for these discussions to go in any direction but down, I would respectfully suggest you have been given every opportunity. Good day, sir. May you have safe travel."
And with that, the Dominion representative bows respectfully, then turns his attentions to the others present. "I would suggest that while we are all gathered that we take the opportunity to discuss some potential guidelines and provisions for dealing with such occasions as this in the future. I would think it to be in our mutual best interests to be prepared, and in agreement as to how to handle such things as newcomers wishing land, or orbital space, or the like - and any other concerns our respective nations and alliances might have. It would, I think, be beneficial to clear the air so to speak, and perhaps set things back on a more agreeable footing."
Althalon and Ezr fly to their feet instantly as Gabriel finishes his tirade, the Warlord instinctively reaching for the blade sheathed at his side. As Fabian interposes himself between them, his grip on the hilt relaxes, and eventually he drops his hand.
He nods as Fabian speaks, sinking back into his chair as Ezr follows suit next to him. "You'll kindly pardon us if we're a bit apprehensive of people who come around saying 'what's to fear of something you know nothing about?' particularly when the answer to that question is...." he pauses. "Quite obvious. I don't think any of us got to where we are today by taking counsel in such idiocy, and I very much doubt that any of us are about to start. Diplomats, by their very definition, should probably have some nominal interest in 'giving a shit' about 'what you think,' since it's sort of... well, your job. I'm a military man by trade, and I daresay I do a better job of it than you."
He pauses to sip from his flask, half lowering it as he finishes. "Now, kindly piss off," he says quietly. "Lest I get myself drunk enough to slay you where you stand," he adds under his breath as he lifts the flask to his lips once more.
Gabriel shakes his head, "I am very willing to discuss alternative options. A person here has yet to propose an idea that would be in Largent's best interests. I apologise for any agressive statement I have made, it was not my place to do so. Although I am departing from this meeting I'm sure my nation shall remain in contact with you all. I shall be very interested to see how the situation turns out. Good day to you all." With that Gabriel departs, partially disappointed at such a good oppourntunity wasted. Sometimes it is best to put the past behind you though.
"Yes," Errekeradh said, agreeing with Mancuso. "Some manner of consensus about how to deal with such things would be ideal - in this case, the Largenti were able to bring us to a conclusion fairly easily, but what shall we do if some more silver-tongued representative comes along?"
Ana, possibly, boggles. A shrug, a roll of shoulders, and a look in Althalon's direction that in quite probably appreciative. A raised hand.
"I did allow myself a sliver, a slim branch of hope, that our visitor, the ambassador, would consider our proposal as a beginning of negotiations; a gateway onto the World of Flame, a World that would welcome his people if they were worthy of it, a Flame that would burn them if they were willing to accept it.
"I seems the hearts of Largent folk will not bring fire to sleeping Jove, their eyes not look on the new sun from the racks, but still. The visitor leaves, but we remain here, and something might yet be done, and I listen, for La Tigra's people are content."
"My thanks, Chosen of La Tigra," Mancuso says, acknowledging Ana before speaking to the group. "As I think we have illustrated, this is not a place for the weak of will. Those nations represented all have a strong interest here, for various reasons. What do you good gentlemen and women think of an outright ban on the introduction of any newcomers if they lack the approval of each and every nation represented on Io? Unanimous concensus or not at all?"
Fabian Mancuso arches a brow slightly, then shrugs before nodding to Gabriel. "As you think best," he says looking somewhat confused. "Your initial missive said you would 'be attempting to lay claim to some land on Io', after all. Seeing you so unwilling to discuss options, all too ready to make demands and resort to outright insults and aggressive statements. If you had hoped for these discussions to go in any direction but down, I would respectfully suggest you have been given every opportunity. Good day, sir. May you have safe travel."
And with that, the Dominion representative bows respectfully, then turns his attentions to the others present. "I would suggest that while we are all gathered that we take the opportunity to discuss some potential guidelines and provisions for dealing with such occasions as this in the future. I would think it to be in our mutual best interests to be prepared, and in agreement as to how to handle such things as newcomers wishing land, or orbital space, or the like - and any other concerns our respective nations and alliances might have. It would, I think, be beneficial to clear the air so to speak, and perhaps set things back on a more agreeable footing."
Althalon and Ezr fly to their feet instantly as Gabriel finishes his tirade, the Warlord instinctively reaching for the blade sheathed at his side. As Fabian interposes himself between them, his grip on the hilt relaxes, and eventually he drops his hand.
He nods as Fabian speaks, sinking back into his chair as Ezr follows suit next to him. "You'll kindly pardon us if we're a bit apprehensive of people who come around saying 'what's to fear of something you know nothing about?' particularly when the answer to that question is...." he pauses. "Quite obvious. I don't think any of us got to where we are today by taking counsel in such idiocy, and I very much doubt that any of us are about to start. Diplomats, by their very definition, should probably have some nominal interest in 'giving a shit' about 'what you think,' since it's sort of... well, your job. I'm a military man by trade, and I daresay I do a better job of it than you."
He pauses to sip from his flask, half lowering it as he finishes. "Now, kindly piss off," he says quietly. "Lest I get myself drunk enough to slay you where you stand," he adds under his breath as he lifts the flask to his lips once more.
Gabriel shakes his head, "I am very willing to discuss alternative options. A person here has yet to propose an idea that would be in Largent's best interests. I apologise for any agressive statement I have made, it was not my place to do so. Although I am departing from this meeting I'm sure my nation shall remain in contact with you all. I shall be very interested to see how the situation turns out. Good day to you all." With that Gabriel departs, partially disappointed at such a good oppourntunity wasted. Sometimes it is best to put the past behind you though.
"Yes," Errekeradh said, agreeing with Mancuso. "Some manner of consensus about how to deal with such things would be ideal - in this case, the Largenti were able to bring us to a conclusion fairly easily, but what shall we do if some more silver-tongued representative comes along?"
Ana, possibly, boggles. A shrug, a roll of shoulders, and a look in Althalon's direction that in quite probably appreciative. A raised hand.
"I did allow myself a sliver, a slim branch of hope, that our visitor, the ambassador, would consider our proposal as a beginning of negotiations; a gateway onto the World of Flame, a World that would welcome his people if they were worthy of it, a Flame that would burn them if they were willing to accept it.
"I seems the hearts of Largent folk will not bring fire to sleeping Jove, their eyes not look on the new sun from the racks, but still. The visitor leaves, but we remain here, and something might yet be done, and I listen, for La Tigra's people are content."
"My thanks, Chosen of La Tigra," Mancuso says, acknowledging Ana before speaking to the group. "As I think we have illustrated, this is not a place for the weak of will. Those nations represented all have a strong interest here, for various reasons. What do you good gentlemen and women think of an outright ban on the introduction of any newcomers if they lack the approval of each and every nation represented on Io? Unanimous concensus or not at all?"