NationStates Jolt Archive

Fortress ship, Dauntless, Bay of New Birchester
The small helicopter’s blades whined as it finally powered down, it stood on the deck of the simply massive ship, a retinue of naval personnel stood to attention, their white uniforms seeming to shine in the beautiful sun.
The old man gently got out of the helicopter, what remained of his hair flew in the breeze as his aide helped him from the chopper and onto the deck proper.
‘Mr Smith, welcome to the Dauntless.’ Admiral Barker extended his hand, which the old man took.
‘Ah, Barker, yes, you’re in charge of this beauty now eh?’ Murmured the old man.
‘Yes sir. I feel honoured that a treaty of such significance should be signed here.
The man nodded and smiled.
‘Well, if you’ll escort me to the main room, we can await for our prospective allies there.
The Admiral, nodded, and led the frail man into one of the doors on the ship, which were barely specks against her sheer size.

At the centre of the ship there are two rooms, one is the bridge, the one that many mistake is merely an observation deck, the other is a large ornate boardroom, normally used as the Admiral’s ready room, today however, it was hopefully going to be a room of great significance.
Lowering himself into the large chair at the head of the table, the man sighed.
‘Well, I suppose we merely wait for our friends to show up.’ Smiled David Smith.
‘Tea sir?’ asked the Admiral.
‘That’d be quite nice, thank you.’ he replied.

OOC: ok, it's a day early, I had some time on my hands at school :-P

"Dauntless Control, this is New Haven One coming in on final approach," dropship pilot Commander Pierce radioed down to the Dauntless as it came down through the atmosphere. "Permission to drop off the President of New Haven for the treaty signing?"

'This is Dauntless control, clear to enter and land, welcome aboard the pride of our fleet' Captain De Lore grinned at his radio operator.
'Way with showing off huh?'
'Yessir' his radio man grinned.
'I'll ring down to the Admiral now.' De Lore sighed and picked up the speaker horn.
'Admiral? the first USR delegate is arriving.' De Lore's voice crackled slightly through the speaker on the wall.
'Righto De Lore, I'll be up on deck in two seconds.' he replied, he then turned to Mr Smith. 'If you could excuse me sir, I have to meet and greet our guests'
He turned and walked from the large room, heading rather rapidly to the deck, his feet echoing a little off of the heavy metal corridors.

The Maurader Mk.II dropship slowly descended to the deck of the Dauntless, touched down long enough for a man in a heavily decorated military uniform to get off, and then flew back off into the clouds.

"Hail, I am President James Newman of the New Haven Socialist Republic," the man said as he approached the Admiral. His uniform had various medals, many pre-communist medals and various communist-era medals. He wore six red-bannered gold stars for his insignia, denoting he was Commander-in-Chief of New Haven Military Forces. His ceremonial sword was a gold-plated "Pompeii" gladius, a broadsword that was used for Islander warfare during the pre-occupation era. Six stars with the Hammer and Sickle had been etched along the length and widest part of the blade, again signifying his rank. On the other side of his belt was a holster, which held a pearl-handled 45-caliber semi-automatic pistol (again, ceremonial, but still functional). The President extended his hand for a handshake...

The Admirial took it and shook firmly
'It's my honour to welcome you to Fortress Ship one Dauntless Sir. I am Admiral Barker, I'm here to escourt you and any retuine to the meeting room.'

His own dress code showed 3 gold plated doves upon where the left breast pocket would be, a couple of medals for his actions on the river Dove during the civil war sat proudly on his right.

'It is but a short walk to the meeting room, I hope we can get the talking underway soon.'

To: Midlonian Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: upcoming talks

We will be sending our closest representative as soon as he returns from a previous engagement. However, we would like to be furnished a memberlist of the USR.

Member list of USR nations:

Edolia
Hattia
New Haven Socialist Republic (formerly known as The Island States)
Hallad
Jondera
Lethislavani
The Island of Rose (status unknown at time of post)

“This is the Scarlet Hornet, requesting permission to land on the Dauntless.” As the sleek supersonic jet zoomed over the bow of the Midlonian ship, the sun reflected off the scarlet painted metal of the plane, casting light across the floating fortress. As permission was granted, the small transport craft turned and lined itself up. Massive jets swiveled as the jet slowed down, finally coming to a dead stop in mid-air, above the massive vessel. The jets were pointed down directly at this point, and the VTOL craft began to lower itself down onto the ship.

Anyone familiar with Edolian diplomatic procedure would understand that this particular plane was rarely sent unless the mission was of utmost importance to the Scarlet Empire and there was no doubt that some leader of importance was riding inside. There had been rumors that the Impërator had decided to come himself, but those had mostly been discredited due to the failing health of the Edolian sovereign. As the side doors of Scarlet Hornet slid up and open, four figured stepped calmly out. The first two were standard Rabid Gerbil bodyguards, dressed in Edolian light combat armor and carrying rifles across their backs. The second two were older men who had seen many years. One was short, stocky and bald. Scars across his face suggested that he had seen combat in the past and a hardened face suggested the outcome of the fights. The second was tall and lanky. Age spots covered the parts of his forehead not covered by long gray hair. Both men were dressed sharply in toga-like business attire. The tall man addressed the welcoming committee.

“Good afternoon. My name is Matthew von Pickett, the Foreign Minister of the Impërium Socialistum Edoliä and this is my counterpart in the Ministry of War, Thomas von Leifric.” The other man nodded. “I hope that we can get down to business and begin to draft a treaty that it beneficial to both sides. We have been instructed by our sovereign, His Majesty Erik von Blätterschplitt, that an alliance between the Union of Socialist Republics and the Federated Klatchian Coast is strongly in the Scarlet Empire’s interests.”

'Good afternoon Minister, it is good to see you here safe and sound, I'll be here to escourt you to the boardroom, and these two gentlemen.' he motioned to the two soldiers next to him.'Are to escourt your retuine to the mess hall.'

With a firm hand shake and a quick nod, the Lieutenant motioned to the door near them.





ooc: Just for note: Dauntless: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Ships/Fortress1.png

Ambassador Olik Ratyuig, newly appointed to Ilek-Vaad and having just returned from a potentially explosive diplomatic summit, rested. He sighed as he received his orders and made ready to depart for the Dauntless.

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One hour later, the Diplomatic Corp jet was angling towards the massive ship. Much smaller than the long-range hypersonic transports it was still adequately comfortable enough for a walrus. Soon, the VTOL jet touched down on the deck of the Midlonian ship and the doors popped open and a ramp extended. Two King’s Own stepped out and scanned the area. Satisfied, they escorted a huge walrus who was also accompanied by a seven-foot tall bodyguard. This time, he was not dressed in a tux but still looked uncomfortable in his dark business suit.

The walrus bowed and calmly introduced himself.