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New-Zion, Abu-Dhabi Khrishtatata, Haven

The monument was simple - a series of black obsidian steps leading higher and higher, towards a pedestal made of black marble. On the pedestal were simple words -- This monument is dedicated to the hundreds of millions of Khristian, those who were massacred or fell to hellish experimentation by the forces of New York and New Jersey, Sentient Peoples, Menelmacar and the Ctan during the Relocation Wars. Always remember. Never forgive. On that slab stood a black marble torchlike structure. Under the pedestal itself, was an underground museum - holding testimonies, photographs, drawings and videos of the horror it memorialized.

On the steps stood Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky - the former Allanean President and Chief Advisor to the Emperor of Greater Prussia. Today, he was here in no official capacity. Just a private individual expressing his grief over this tragedy. He knew Allanea has suffered a lot. His people have been subjugated and defeated before - but they knew nothing even remotely similar to the lot of the Khristians. He grit his teeth together and walked up to the ‘torch’. There, at the steps, a microphone was already prepared for him. He spoke:

Ladies, gentlemen!

Many years ago, my own people were subjugated by an enemy. We suffered. We lost millions. Eventually, we became free again. But as that happened, many of us began to inquire as to other places where this has happened. The Khristians have suffered - more than us. More than anybody. I believe it is our duty - the duty of every sentient being to remember what exactly of New York and New Jersey, Sentient Peoples, Menelmacar and the Ctan have done. The atrocities. The genocide. The experimentation. Anything and everything. And I believe it is our duty to ensure this never happens again. To prevent another Khristian Holocaust - or any other such event - from ever happening again.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Fire is the symbol of life. It is the symbol of defiance. It is the symbol of freedom. Today, as Abu-Dhabi Khrishtatata becomes independent again, I lights this torch. Let the Khristians live again. Let them be brave and proud. Let them be free.

And he lit the torch.

Somewhere far away, the cannons on the Allanean army base near New-Zion fired in salute.

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Passed onto the desk of Lord Indigo Blue himself, he read an intelligence extract on the formation of Earth Based, Abu-Dhabi Khrishtatata. He frowned, at having learned that the Allaneans were becoming rather inconspiciously involved in the formation of those territories. Unfortunate too, that the Khristians would be so blindly misled by the Allanean 'generosity', even if you could call it that. If there had ever been something Indigo had learned out of history, it was that the Allaneans were not to be trusted; especially that Kazansky fellow the books on Allanea write about the most. Always, always, they held some kind of secret intent up their sleeve, and what it was this time - Indigo could only speculate. One was money, another was power, yet another was to convince Haven of their 'truthful kindness'... there were many of which the Allaneans would have on their agenda. And reading further through the short report, he was angered by one section in particular - the monument which had been established in the name and memorium of the dead Khristians.

"... and on the plaque, one can read a small memorium extract which includes the last line, reading; 'Always remember. Never forgive.'."

Such worthless swine! It was almost groing to be obvious, at how much they were influencing the Khristians. And given their dangerous history, it was like igniting the fuel with the fire. And the Allaneans were the matches. Furthermore, Indigo could only spit in disgust at the plague. Never forgive, it had read. He shook his head in dismay, for to never forgive is to not only hold onto the past memories of which a Memorial was designed to, but it was designed to never hold onto the bitter feelings, the hurt, the pain of which it had caused them. Sick, Allanea, really Sick... So sick in fact, he couldnt resist but to comment - still with respect of course, as was the man's true character.

{Open Transmission}
{TRANSMISSION TYPE: Open Broadcast - Recievable By All}
{FROM: Lord Indigo Blue, the Absolutionist State of Austar Union}
{TO: Representatives of Both - Allanea, and the ADK}
{SUBJECT: Memorial Designed to Remember the Khristians}

With respect to the dead of course, and with respect to the Memorial Building, I am rather concerned at one feature in particular which simply astonishes me. The last line in the plaque, reads Always Remember, Never Forgive, and I can only say that I am shocked to find this on such a sacred building. To hold onto the memories, for as such the building was designed is truthful, honest. But to hold onto the bitter memories of past history, to hold onto the bitter feelings of regret, sadness, sufferage, revenge; is but unsacred madness! Friends, I emplore you to change the plague, since it only causes more grief to the Khristian populous that peaceful rememberance. I only say this in the best interests of you both, and for the humanity of this world.

Yours in Excellence,

Lord Indigo Blue
The Absolutionist State of Austar Union
{Close Transmission}

Reading his handwritings afterward, Indigo could only pause and frown. True, the plague had been designed to be far more than a memorial to the dead. And true, it was probably continuing the sufferage of the Khristian race by holding onto the grudges that surely existed. To never forgive, was indeed insanity, and only gave the idea that one day, they ought to take their bitter punishment to those who inflicted it upon them. 'Those who inflicted it upon them'. Unable to exactly comment on the situation himself, he wasnt sure what to think of the Khristian race, or the genocide which the Allaneans had spoken of. Not having studied the situation and explore its deeper history meant that he was unfortunately, lesser to comment on the truth of the past - within these means of course. Although, one can easily suspect that the Allaneans had once again twisted the truth to their own personal gain. They had the knack for doing that - so much experience. No, the letter would stay. It wouldnt leave the desk of Lord Indigo Blue today, nor tommorow. It would not be broadcasted, nor known to anyone outside of this office. He would hold his tongue, if not for respect for the Khristians. Others didnt seem to, but unlike them, Indigo appeared to hold a silent respect for everyone. For them, although he may not have liked them, he would hold his tongue.

It was a site of mourning, but are not all memorials? Dozens of Khristians huddled around and inside the memorial mourning for their loved ones and for those that had died sixty years ago... During that time there hadn't been time to mourn. Information to Mars about the fall of ADK had been hushed up and was slim. And then the Martian Confederacy fell, dispersing the elements of Khristian civilization there. Then came the migrtions and wars and rebellions... Then when peace seemed ahead the Tyranid Invasion began...

Ironically, to the Khristians there was peace in Haven... They felt safe and at ease around most of the other nations in the region. While there was a divide between the GPE nations and most of the native Havenites, it was something the Khristians were used to hearing about, it happened everywhere....

There wasn't much the Khristians could say, it was overwhelming that they found someone who cared, or seemed to care.... Some doubted these gifts of friendship, but it was more out of paranoia than logical reasoning.

Xatiharatene La~e was in his office, his position in the rejistanian government is "lentine mje'he", which is nothing but a euphemism. First of all: He shares this position with four other people so the term 'first' is highly misleading. Also the term Lentine is not really appropriate: In the dark ages, it meant a ruler of an alliance. Using it for a democraticly elected national representative is at best oldfashioned. Unfortunately, Rejistanian only redefined the term and but introduced something better, like president. His secretary, Xijan'he, came in. She is 23 and people always guess he employed her because of her looks. Of course that is highly untrue, he employed her because she demanded a job to remain quiet about his meetings with very young and cheap foreign females. "Su?" he asked, looking up from a horribly boring paper about the problems of education in certain nanti lik~hati villages.

"Here is... interesting news, Allanea'i" she said and handed him a sheet of paper.

"Allanea'tes!" he corrected her. Slani! he thought, this slut still does not know proper rejistanian, no wonder everyone thinks I employed because of her tits and her ass! "I'll look at it. Please make another coffee for me!" he replied and then got back to his reading.

He saw the sheet later when he finished writing a reply (which consisted of two words: "Jilih'aru nanti'tes" "This is nanti-level") and skimmed it. Rejistanian politics are rather concentrated of the allies and the region of FIFA, so he did not value it high. After skimming it, he re-rated it. This might have... advantages. He conference-called Hank~hila Sede, Sikime Kansu, Ja~ovil Hikaril and Lyku Menk~ha, who share the position of first Lentine. The idea to have a rejistanian lentine mje'he attend this ceremony has advantages: It is always a good thing to profile oneself against war and for peace, especially since the elections in his nanti are nearing. After a while, it was decided that the rejistanian government would send a representative and that this representative is him since his kalesa is one of the first to be decided.

A few weeks later, he was on the way to the region of Haven.

The Great Ineffable Bob had regarded the invitation with disdain. He had a particular dislike for the nation of Abu-Dhabi Khristatata, a nation which the Ineffable Empire had been in conflict with before.
However, the Allanean government had insisted they'd changed, and so he felt he ought to go.
But he didn't want to. Instead, he sent Bob Minor.

Bob Minor didn't particularly like going on expeditions such as this. Still, he obeyed The Great Ineffable Bob. Everyone obeyed The Great Ineffable Bob, government members especially. Government members had to set an example for the populace...or they were made an example to the government.

Still, The Great Ineffable Bob had provided Bob with His Imperial Majesty's Private Jet, since he wasn't going to be needing it. All in all, Bob thought, this made it almost worth it.
The private jet was an impressive piece of manufacturing. It was long and low, large delta-winged affair. It was black, of course, but a deceptive black; stare at it and you would swear the colour shifted in its depths like smoke.
From outside no windows, or even doors were visible. When Bob entered, the door slid open and closed noiselessly, and sealed equally as invisibly.
The interior was plush, but that was not what Bob was interested in. Moving to the wall, which was identically black to the exterior, Bob traced a square on the window with his finger.
He had heard rumours about the technologies developed in the Seven Systems, and this one, it seemed, was borne out to be true.
The area of wall contained within his finger-traced square suddenly became clear, allowing him a view across the runway.
With a small gasp of delight, he drew a much larger circle and sat himself in the nearest chair.
"Pilots, take us up."

Marvellous as the wall was, that was but a party trick. The take-off system was far more impressive. Upon the underside of the wing were thin, high-resistance, high heat-tolerance metal wires. Through these now pulsed an impressively-high current. And they began to glow.
It began as a dull, red glow, but it gradually grew brighter and far more intense. The air beneath the wings was slowly ionised under the intense radiation, and following the age-old law of "hot air rises" the forming plasma bore the craft upwards to the skies.

OOC: Tag.

Jissai was the chosen Jordaxian representative to the memorial. He had a speech, given to him from the religious caste, and he was clad in deep black robes, with a silver lining. They hung over him thickly, with a controlled flow. He had been dispatched on request of the Allaneans to participate in proceedings, which is why the religious caste had composed his small speech. It wasn't much, but it was considered sufficient.


When his time came, he took the platform, small bulge of the personal gravity generator at his side, and spoke.

The Eternal Empire has seen much come and go, over the years. Wars, relations, peoples, all pass in time. And sometimes, atrocities that cause others to pale. This is a memorial to such an atrocity. Supposedly advanced and civilised nations picking apart a smaller one, stripping it of its dignity, sovereignty, and humiliating - causing un-necessary suffering on its people. This memorial reminds us that we allowed this to happen once before. We should learn its lessons before we repeat them. Such is the inevitability of history that even the adage "those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it" has become timeworn. I need not say anything concerning our duty in the times to come, as Mr Kazansky has already done so. Repetition of old promises means nothing, in the end - it is no comfort to the dead, no solace to the living. That is all.

With that, Jissai left the podium.

President Calis of Assington stood silently as speeches were made regarding the current topic. Whilst Assington had no direct involvement in the affair, friends were concerned and he figured it was necessary to make himself present at such international events. Assington had been quiet far too long and Calis intended to make his presence known.

Several nation leaders spoke of the atrocities of war and the sorrow it creates for people, as one would expect at such events. It was hard to comprehend such actions as Assington had never gone through such things and only being through one minor war. Either way, he didn't like it.

Finally it was Calis' turn to speak and so he purposefully strode up to the podium, looking out at the gathered crowd and the various cameras already setup. This ceremony would be broadcast worldwide.

"Whilst Assington cannot claim direct involvement in past events, we agree not to idly stand by and watch the innocent die. The actions of those responsible were wrong and unjustified. We all realise this and yet it was not prevented. We must take action to assure such things never occur again and I for one shall not shy away. And so Assington shall donate one hundred million dollars to the effort of rebuilding and repairing. In a world filled with those that would commit such atrocities, one must always be ready and so we have made a contribution to that preperation. Thankyou."

Without another word the President moved away from the podium and took his seat with all the other speakers.

Princess Layla was a lonely bystander, although she had a seat in the box for national representatives. She would not be making a speech, as her nation had never been involved, but it would be nice to make an appearance and get attention from some other world powers. To make that happen, she chose a very flashy outfit. All red with a touch of yellow. She listened very carefully...

President Peter Ikatori was very grateful that so many national leaders had come to the Memorial. It was good to see that people cared about what had happened, but it was also a good time to meet other national leader and talk diplomacy.

After President Calis' speech, President Ikatori moved towards him to personally thank him for giving him the money, and to further ask him about establishing an embassy.

He held out his hand "President Peter Ikatori, I'd like to thank you for giving my nation some money."

Calis rose as he took the man's hand, shaking it firmly.

"It's no problem Mr Ikatori. I hope our nations can develop a strong relationship in the future and prevent such things from ever happening here again."

Obviously the first step to becoming more known within the international community was to make some friends, even if they had been through some tough times. Calis figured Abu-Dhabi Khristatata was a nation worth counting as a friend.

"I also hope for such things, Mr. Calis. I was wondering if Assington would like to build an embassy here in New Zion?"

If the President accepted his offer then the re-established nation of ADK could also expand it's range of friendly nations outside of HAven and outside of Allanean allies... Diversity was needed.

Calis didn't need much time to consider the offer. An foreign embassy is just what Assington needed to help establish sound foundation for good foreign relations.

"That sounds ideal to me. Of course a counterpart embassy is welcome to constructed within Amethyst City, back in Assington."

"Thank you again Mr. Calis, I'm looking foreward to seeing that embassy here in New Zion."

With that he smiled and walked off to attend to other matters of diplomacy and state as Presidents do.

Calis nodded and gave the President a brief smile.

"Indeed."

With that piece of diplomacy out of the way, Calis took his seat again and fell into the depth of his own thoughts.

August 22, 2519

New Zion, A.D.K. — Haven
A black stretch limousine rolled up tp the nearest vacant space and parked, the chauffeur stepped out and opened the back left passenger door and waited, within seconds a long slender leg complete with black high heels, and nylons stepped out followed by the other and then the rest of the slim and gorgeous form. Within minutes another woman had exitted the same side of the vehicle behind the first, the chauffeur then allowed the two to step away from the vehicle before closing the door and going back to the drivers seat in the limousine.

As they were walking across the street to the steps of the memorial the second female looked over "So, how are you feeling? you look pretty tense." Sandra looked back over to her "Sorry Lindsey, I just hate dressing like I am going to a funeral or something." As the two walked up the steps a flock of reporters ran to them, one of the reporters shoved a microphone into Sandra's face "So, does this mean that California has taken a diplomatic interest in Abu Dhabi Khristatata? What about the state of political chaos that is going on in Los Angeles, will there be an end to it? What is California's stance on what has happened to the Khristians?" Sandra waved some of the mricophones away from her "I'll answer your questions. The first and third of your questions will be answered here. Yes, California taken an interest in the Khristians, our interests are purely diplomatic with Abu Dhabi Khristatata and they know this, as for our stance on what has happened with the Khristians, I would not wish even a tenth of what has been inflicted upon them on my worst enemies. It is strange to mention though that of the four nations that took part in doing this to A.D.K., the Californian Sovereign Democratic Socialist Federation only has bad relations with three of them, those being the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar, the Federal Republic of New York and Jersey, and the Ctan. As far as what those four have done to the Khristians I see that three of them committed brazen acts of genocide... the lives they have ended and the war crimes they have committed remind me of a similar situation that happened 580 years ago during World War II, During the Relocation Wars around 2 billion Khristian lives were lost caused by the genocidal urges of Menelmacar, the Ctan and New York and Jersey, my comparison of the Relocation Wars to the Holocaust is not without note that during the Holocaust six million Jews were killed, this is a far cry from two billion. What these three nations have done would have made Adolf Hitler, Chancellor/Fuhrer of Germany from 1933 to 1945 look like a choirboy." The reporter taking her comment stepped back and answered "Those are some powerful words." Sandra looked at her "I agree, but I have been around for around for a little more than five hundred years and have been witness to several atrocities throught that time and have since yet to see anyone work out their differences diplomatically and like these three they'd rather kill everyone first than think of resolving the matter diplomatically.

As far as the political chaos in California's capital? A demonstration has been going on there for days and the people are calling for a change, and with the way the things in California's domestic affairs have been going lately I agree with the populace... a change is needed. Unfortunately for my former lover and very good friend Sharon, this calls for her resignation and although I hate to have to see her resign I believe the change would allow a fresh start not only for the people but also foreign and domestic affairs. Anyways, I have to get to the podium so if you'll excuse me."

Walking the remainder of the stairs with Lindsey DeWinter. Sandra stepped to the podium and positioned the microphone "Ladies and gentlemen, I address you today not as the former President of California but as a citizen of Earth, During this last half millennia I have seen things that would make the bravest of men and women break down and cry and some of the greatest atrocities that would make even the most proud and defiant shudder. Among these atrocities was the Relocation Wars brought on by New York and Jersey, Menelmacar and The Ctan, And while this display of mass genocide was being carried out I regret to say that California was powerless to do anything but watch and see what happened next. But now that the Khristians have been re-established as a nation we will pledge our assistance to ADK, it is here today that the Californian Sovereign Democratic Socialist Federation donates 200 million Californian Sovereigns to the cause of rebuilding Abu Dhabi Khristatata. We will no longer permit nations like the three who committed this brazen disregard for human life to do this again and if any nation with ambitions like these come to attack ADK again they will be met not only by the proud and defiant Khristians, but Californians also. Let this be a warning to all who have intentions of hostility towards the Khristian nation: We will be watching, We will come to their defense, and we will not back down." Sandra looked around at the crowd and gave a pause to let her words sink in before finishing with "Thank You."

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A small Otagian transport touched down at the Khristian spaceport. It's single occupant stepped out, glimmering in the sun. The Otagian people had not chosen a representative. Indeed, they did not have to. Otagia would represent herself. The QUETZAL Avatar was perfectly constructed, its platinum skin inscribed with beautiful runes. Stepping down from the craft, it hurried to the memorial.

Stepping up to the podium, the Avatar began to speak.
"People of Abu-Dhabi Khristatata, I am QUETZAL, the AI Regent of Otagia. I come here before you today to express my nations deepest regret that we have done nothing to assist your nation in its time of greatest need. We realize that anything we do now can in no way make up for this fact. Still, we feel obligated to contribute here today, to speak against the actions of New York and New Jersey, of the C'tan, of Menelmacar, of Sentient Peoples. Their actions of genocide rival those of Hitler, of the Khmer Rouge, of Horus the Traitor. The Gods may forgive their actions, but we never shall. Otagia and her allies on the Galactic Corporate Council will never forget this tragedy, and will forever mourn that we stood by and did nothing, knowing all the while that this tragedy was occuring. We have resolved to preserve the memory of this tragedy, and to help ensure that such a tragedy never befalls the Khristian people again. To this end, we present you with two gifts. The first is this memory module, which holds within it messages from every Otagian citizen, man, woman, and child. Messages of regret, messages of grief, messages of solidarity. In all, there are more than a billion of these spoken messages. We hope that these will have a place within the museum beneath our feet. But still, we recognize that words alone will not prevent another Relocation War. Knowing this, we also present to you a gift from Pale Rider Arms. We present you with the gift of ten legions of Glitter Boy power armor. We pray that these hundred thousand shining suits of armor will provide a defense from threats to your nation that simple words cannot. We know that we cannot change the past, but it is our hope that we can craft a better future."

With that, the Avatar bowed, and stepped from the podium, silently handing the memory module to the Khristian president, and strode back to its transport.

Previously

A single plane landed at the nearest airport, carrying only three passengers, a pilot, and a copilot. The ID signature proclaimed it to be an X-33 superjet belonging to the government, but nothing more than that. When it touched down, the three passengers, all dressed in black cloaks, with their hoods up to cover their face, exited the craft and walked to the memorial. It was a long walk, but it was necessary.

Eventually, they reached the memorial and headed over to the place reserved for national leaders, and sat down. The cloaked figures did not speak at the podium, nor did they speak to any of the passerbys.

The energy flowing from this memorial, the leader of the three thought to himself. Is immense. The tragedy can still be felt.

OOC: Just to clarify...

IC
Back in Allanea

"What?! I hate this prick! Who does he think he is?" - screamed President Demarque, looking at the direct broadcast.

"The founder of Allanea, Sir?" - offered the intern.

"Do you not see, Frida?" - screamed the President - "He is ruining us! He is ruining every diplomatic motion of ours! Do you know we just established free trade with Imnsvale? Damn him to hell! Get to typing!"

Official Announcement of the United States Dept. of State and Presidential Office

We would like to note that in no way does the United States Government bear responsibility for the actions of former President Kazansky. We are not connected to it in any way and in fact are engaged in a free trade agreement with Menelmacar. While the events of the Relocation Wars are a terrible thing, we beleive it is time to reach out and forgive - and to build strong, lasting, peace in Haven.

Location: Imperial Palace; Facehuggeria Majoris; Earth; A small amount of time before the opening ceremony for the ADK relocation memorial.

Star-General Marcus strained his neck downward as he gazed upon the Emperor. Indeed, he was a giant compared to the thin, emaciated, and almost corpselike ruler. But then, Marcus was a giant compared to most men, at least in his present body he was. He, like all of the Emperor’s inner circle were timeless, their minds transferred into a cold and hard machine-brain that could be placed into any fresh body when the current one grew old or damaged. But oddly enough, while the Emperor’s mind resided in that fashion, he chose to, instead of claiming a new body, artificially support his own

“Marcus. I understand that a group of refugees from the nation of Abu-Dhabi Khristatata will be holding a memorial for their near total genocide at the hands of Elf-Scum. I want you to go there and represent the Empire. Offer them some of our older colony ships as a gift, for I recognize that they still need help relocating their scattered people to their new homeland. Tell them that they have our support if they are attacked by the foul elves or their lackeys.” The Emperor’s voice was thin and weak, but it belied a malevolent intelligence of incredible wisdom. He had been the leader of the Empire for eons unto the very mists of time.

“Yes, my Lord. I shall go there immediately. Am I to bring any weapons or bodyguards?” Marcus asked tentatively. He never liked going anywhere without his battle-armor and many weapons, several which any virtuous society (which the Empire surely isn’t) would ban as ‘torture devices.’

”No. Any weapons are to remain in your ship, save for your ceremonials.” The Emperor responded, laughing for a moment before being interrupted by a hacking cough.

“Y…Yes, My lord.” Marcus said rather dejectedly as he filed out of the humid throne-room.

He strode through the palace halls with a purpose, wearing a scowl that would have had a seasoned pirate worried. He did not have time for idle chit-chat. He had to get to that ceremony on time. If that meant that he would be spared a distracting conversation? All the better.

The palace hangar was stocked to the brim with ships. Shuttles of dignitaries, diplomats, and sycophants were all coming and going like a great wagon train. Fortunately, Marcus’ ship, the fast corvette “Talon” had priority clearance. All other ships save perhaps the Emperor’s shuttle itself would yield.

The Talon rose and roared upwards faster and faster, breaking every speed limit in the book to get to the ceremony on time. The minutes ticked down, and it looked like it would be a very close shave. Still, the Talon flew on as fast as her engines would carry there. Apparently, that was fast enough. Marcus reached New-Zion with but twelve minutes to spare.

As soon as the ship landed, he was already running towards the ceremony. His black cloak and ceremonial saber clinked off his armored legs as he ran. He wore not the heavy powered armor that he would normally don for such a ceremony, for the Emperor had forbidden it. But, Marcus took a little leeway with his instructions. He might not be able to wear a Battlemaster suit with its many integral weapons, but he could at least wear the stylish blue-black armor of the rank and file Imperial Clone Trooper. In a way, it was more fitting, since more elaborate garb could mistakenly convey arrogance.

Finally, he found a seat a little bit away from the podium, in the section earmarked for ‘national leaders’ naturally, and sat down quickly, hoping that nobody noticed that he was late. As he sat down, the Otagian delegate, a strange mechanical (?) avatar of their AI leader Quetzal began speaking.

Marcus grinned slightly at the speech. Here was a being and a nation well versed in the principles of doublethink. Finally, it seemed that it was his turn to speak. Marcus was no politician. He did not relish speaking, especially to a crowd such as this. Why, a single slip of the tongue could spell disaster.

But still, he had a job to do and he intended to do it. Despite his trepidations, he ascended to the podium, intending to say his piece. “We are all saddened at the wanton slaughter of the Khristian people. But what disgusts me even more is the acute lack of honor displayed by the Menelmacari, the ‘Sentient Peoples’, the C’Tan, and the people of New York and New Jersey. Killing military forces and striking strategic military targets is one thing. But casually annihilating civilian populations, and using the survivors as human guinea pigs is something completely different…” Marcus paused for a breath before continuing. He was getting riled up.

“Are not the Menelmacari and their… allies supposedly ‘peacemakers’ and ‘diplomats’ first? I find it hard to believe that the slaughter of hundreds of millions of innocent Khristians was unavoidable. But this… this honorless filth apparently reveled in it.” Marcus’ voice rose to a fever pitch, as it always did when he was discussing dishonor. And the dishonor shown by the actions against the Khristians was some of the worst of all, in his mind.

“My government understands the plight of the Khristians and we sympathize. I believe that a strong Khristian nation is in everyone’s best interests, save for the monsters that brought Abu Dhabi Khristatata to its present state. To that end, I have been authorized to provide the new Khristian nation with several of our older colony ships so that they may transfer their remaining population to their new homeland. Further, we will be providing a sum of one billion standard United States Dollars (USD) for reconstruction. And while we regret that we cannot provide military aid, let it be known that if the new Khristian nation is attacked, there will be consequences for the aggressor. Thank you for your time. May the honorless dogs who perpetrated this foul deed be punished in the fiery pits of hell.” Marcus said as he regained his calm before sitting back down with the rest of the national leaders.