NationStates Jolt Archive

Somewhere in Vrak...

Translated from Vrakian

-Enter.
-Intelligence Director.
-High Trade Director, welcome.
-Good evening. How are things?
-Well, you know. Always busy. How are the arrangements coming?
-Smoothly. Our major companies expressed a high degree of interest in the upcoming trade and technical talks. That is, if Scolopendra agrees.
-They have been most solicious and generous. After all, they did lend us some...ah...advanced scanning equipment. This is after their help with the World Court.
-True. But what could we possibly offer in return?
-That's for you to find out.

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To: Diplomatic Officer Magnus Hesche
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: State visit/Technical talks

We would be honoured if the nation of Scolopendra would be able to visit our humble nation if your schedule permits. We understand that some interest was expressed in our Royal Library. Feel free to bring along major industrial concerns for technical/trade talks.

Diplomatic Officer Magnus Hesche, Advisor Pro Tempore of the International Relations Section, kicks back in Speaker-to-Animals' oversized chair, resting his boots on top of his desk. Looking at the feed from Vrak, he smirks. All right--something official to do. Leaning himself forward, he puts a call through. "Hello, sir, I'm patching this communique from Vrak to you. Methinks the visit idea they've been kicking around is ready to roll."

Back in his office, PseudoEmperor Hertzfeldt nods. "Excellent, Hesche. I went through Spoilsport and it looks like Mr. Al-Thynniyan is interested. Advisor Rijil is also interested on the technical side, but you're still in charge."

"Understood, sir. Anything else?"

"Yeah; you're going. Normally, this'd be a case for Speaker, but he's on leave... and as you're the next on the list, you're up."

Hesche grins. "Acting, sir. I'll send a comm along Vrak way, let them know we're coming, and tell our guests to meet up at the shuttle. Should I pull an S-3 from the pool?"

"We aren't going to divert the SDS to carry you, that's for sure," Hertzfeldt chuckles, "so an insystem shuttle will do."

"Oh, and the Royal Library was mentioned. I guess we'd want some cultural anthropologists to check it out too?"

"Ooof--" Hertzfeldt gets partially displaced on the screen by the local Scolopendran S.H.O.D.A.N. avatar. "Library?"

"'Tis what I said, ma'am." Oh no. Please, please, please not a Shodey babysitting assignment.

The avatar looks towards Jon. "May I join your group as a liason?"

Hertzfeldt taps his fingers on the desk. "It's Hesche's team, it's up to him."

Damn. On the spot. Hesche whaffles a bit as S.H.O.D.A.N. stares at him through the screen. "Well... they are interested in industry, and Zero-One is a major industrial center... so sure." Pushover.

***

Diplomatic Officer Magnus Hesche, Science Advisor Al Rijil, Mister Ayman Al-Thynniyan of ScoloMart Incorporated, and one of ten thousand local S.H.O.D.A.N. avatars looked quietly at each other aboard the QACF/CC Queendom's Glory. Once Shodey got involved, there was no debating it; at least the interplanetary space would have to crossed in a style befitting a head of state.

"I hear Vrak is a nation of sentient walruses," Ayman says suddenly into the silence.

Hesche nods. "They run the show, but they've got a large human population as well."

"Well, how do they control instrumentality without opposable thumbs?" Rijil questions. "Do they have some sort of robotic waldoes, or do they keep humans around for that purpose?"

Hesche shrugs. "We'll find out, I guess. Although we've worked with them before, very rarely has it been in close proximity."

A bit of mild bantering and an orbital insertion later, the four shuffle into a beetle-like shuttle.

***

"Vrak aerospace control, this is Scolopendran Diplomatic Corps shuttle Delta-Charlie-Sierra Zero-Four-Nine, carrying the Scolopendran diplomatic party requested by the Vrak Diplomatic Corps. Request landing clearance and approach vectors."

"Vrak aerospace control, this is Scolopendran Diplomatic Corps shuttle Delta-Charlie-Sierra Zero-Four-Nine, carrying the Scolopendran diplomatic party requested by the Vrak Diplomatic Corps. Request landing clearance and approach vectors."

"You are cleared Scolopendra Shuttle. Please follow vertor 2301 path Alpha Alpha. Welcome to Vrak."

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At the military airforce base, Kir Opru looked sagely upwards towards the heavens. Too bad Ipshi couldn't be here to greet these folk. Not that I mind at all, especially how helpful they have been toward us. It's just that he had more contact with them. Kir's body shuddered involuntarily as he remembered the incident Ipshi had with the Kalessin delegate. No wonder Ipshi was so calm - the Scolopendrians had him covered!

Nearby, the armoured limousines waited with a guard detail - decked out in Royal Dress. The conductor of the small military band was urging the musicians to practice "one more time to make sure we don't screw up".

"Glad to be here."

The coleopteran shuttle easily settles onto the tarmac, its drives slowly humming down to an inaudible shiver that tingles the hairs on the back of one's neck. The portside hatch opens to reveal D.O. Hesche, maybe 190.5 centimeters (about 6' 5") tall, with the rugged looks most commonly associated with 1930s serial heros--dusky blonde hair that seems to fall into place, well toned muscles with an active tan, and a chin that could crush diamonds--set over his immaculate but simple Diplomatic Corps uniform. Following close behind is Advisor Rijil, 175 centimeters (5' 9") and Middle Eastern descent, wearing a uniform in the same style except with a longish lab-coat look in a matte white and S.H.O.D.A.N., who looks as she always does: grey-skinned, odd circuitry-patterns, and simple purple short-cape. The last one out the door is Mister Al-Thynniyan, a very dark man with a broad smile and textured face, looking to be from southern Egypt.

Hesche waves. "Hi, everybody!"

The military band struck up the tune “Ode to Tusks” while the Vrakian marines snapped to attention and then raised their swords – an honour salute to the Scolopendrian delegation.

Kir Opru waddled forward gesticulating with his flippers and bobbing his great head as he spoke, his huge frame (1800 kg) dwarfing his nearby human aides.

“Greetings! Welcome to Vrak! We are most honoured that you came. We apologize in advance that you could not use our regular airports but we…ah…are still not used to spacecraft flying about at low altitudes. The Angelian ships threw a scare in our citizens, although I’m sure they didn’t mean too.”

To S.H.O.D.A.N. Kir said, “Ah… Ambassador Jur Ratyuig did mention extending the invitation. He also mentioned your unique…characteristics. That is, “Kir quickly stammered in order not to offend, “…he mentioned your ability to be in various places at once. Fascinating. As Jur mentioned, you might even get a chance to see the King in the Library, although with his advanced age he seldom ventures out.”

Kir turned to the entire group again.

“Shall we go to your hotel? I can answer any questions that you may have about our country, history, and so on but I’m sure you probably studied a fair bit about us before you even stepped off your shuttle. Ipshi remarked that you are a most efficient people.”

A well-dressed man, with a head mic barely visible, standing at each limousine smoothly opened the doors as the delegation approached. The Vrakian Captain let out a brief bark and the Royal Dress marines, with flawless precision, marched away. The band also departed – following the marines. Behind the limos was an escort group of humvees with marines manning the machine guns. These marines, clad in their normal gear, were professional but some gawking could be seen – mostly directed at S.H.O.D.A.N.

"We're most honored to be invited," Hesche grins, blindingly white teeth flashing in the sun as he thinks Aw, hell, which one is this one? They all look the same... form of address... gah... "sir. As long as the airstrip is friendly, it matters not where it is."

S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles warmly--albeit with a hint of mischief--at Kir's stammering. "It is a fascinating ability, isn't it? I enjoy it a great deal. I would very much like to peruse the Library... learning is one of my weaknesses, you see."

Rijil mostly quietly checks to see how the Vrak carry things, how they've adapted to technology and such. Opposable thumbs or waldoes?

Al-Thynniyan eyes the machine guns warily. Damn, I hate guns.

"We'd be glad to see our lodgings," Hesche continues cordially, "although one thing certainly has interested us--how did your nation come into being?"

S.H.O.D.A.N. merely grins impishly at the gawking troopers, waving as she steps her lithe form into the limousene. "Heh. Fans everywhere I go."

OOC: Hmmm, did a quick read on waldoes. To be quite honest I didn’t think that far ahead in developing the walrus people, but perhaps I can incorporate it without it sounding godmoddish. If waldoes are indeed in place would that place me as a future tech nation or pushing the boundries of modern tech?

IC:

The two limousines soon pull away from the shuttle which was soon being carried away into a nearby hanger for protection against the elements. The first one has Kir, S.H.O.D.A.N. and Hesche while Rijil and Al-Thynniyan occupied the second car. A video-conferencing system was brought online allowing all to communicate.

“Ah…I hope that’s okay,” said Kir indicating the Scolopendrian shuttle being whisked away, “Just precautionary. Such a craft could invite unwanted attention and we thought it wise to keep it under wraps…so to speak. Perhaps I should explain more. With the arrival of the Angelian and your own spacecraft – yes, ordinary stargazers were watching with interest your own craft (OOC: Seems realistic, no?) there has been a surge in some outlandish “space” cults. Officially our nation is athiest and we tend to crack down hard on religious movements. This may seem shocking but let me indulge you on our history.”

“You see,” as Kir regarded Hesche, “our nation had a long and bloody history with the Evil Polar Bears Kingdom and the Vile Orca Dominion. Both sought to enslave us and in the beginning they were successful. One of the tricks was to send in shamans preaching their religion that promised relief from the present world. Wasn’t all that hard, really, especially for the more guillable ones. Our existence has always been harsh as you can tell by our climate (OOC: Vrak itself is located in the northern reaches of the Klatch, with the extreme north resembling the Artic. Vrak Prime itself is, say, like Edmonton. But it’s a year-round port). Relief was welcomed but little did we know their evil plans. Much bloodshed was fought break our chains, as it were. Then as we began the great migration we encountered Man. They initially hunted us as well but some of the more intelligent ones realized that we too could talk and soon a friendship was born. That is, they realized our superiority in knowledge and soon acknowledged us as masters.

But we are careful not to go down the path of our enslavers and yet we had to take measures to remain strong against outsiders. In recent years we’ve been opening up our Kingdom to the outside world. Perhaps we will be able to restore more rights to the people but…not now.

It seems somewhat bleak, I know. But we’ve found that our human partners share many similarities with us. An affinity for the sea is one.”

The limousines relentlessly cruised through the bustling streets.

OOC: Hmmm, did a quick read on waldoes. To be quite honest I didn’t think that far ahead in developing the walrus people, but perhaps I can incorporate it without it sounding godmoddish. If waldoes are indeed in place would that place me as a future tech nation or pushing the boundries of modern tech?

Why not just have the whole hand fold together, Walrus flippers are the same as seals, the flipper as a whole is what we would think of as a hand, and the shoulder joint is the equivalent to our wrist, which gives the "finger" bones being long things, so just tweak the physiology to fold the flipper in half longitudially, clumsy, like a human in mittens only able to fold the fingers flat against the palm, but enough to use tools like sticks and spears, which would allow them to conquer spear using primitive humans due to their size advantage, and from there the humans can produce the technological progress under walrusians watching.

OOC: I see what you mean Calarca, and if it's okay I'll incorporate that idea. But it still wouldn't explain fine motor movements - such as Jur being able to handle a campange glass with ease. As well, going by pictures of walruses, it doesn't appear that a walrus flipper can reach the mouth - even if the head is bent down. Besides, having some kind of robotic do-hickey sounds neat. I think, though, that I can use your explanation, Calarca, to explain the early eons of the walrus and human co-operative efforts.

As well, don't forget them tusks!

http://www.absc.usgs.gov/research/walrus/images_animations/photos/sickgirl.jpg

A lone female in search of her man.

"Where is Seamus O'Hack?"

OOC:

I can certainly see why Robotic doohicleys can be usefull... But face it, if a walrus can be intelligent, whats so hard about admitting they have longer arm/flippers than the RL ones. but yep, having humans make arms for them would be interesting, I'd like to see what a Leonardo Da Vincei of Vrak would have invented. Clockwork Witchblades? (Ever see that movie?)

OOC:

I can certainly see why Robotic doohicleys can be usefull... But face it, if a walrus can be intelligent, whats so hard about admitting they have longer arm/flippers than the RL ones. but yep, having humans make arms for them would be interesting, I'd like to see what a Leonardo Da Vincei of Vrak would have invented. Clockwork Witchblades? (Ever see that movie?)

OOC: I haven't seen the movie but I'll do a search. As well, I don't want the flippers to be long like humans else they look less like a walrus and more like...well I don't know, some monstrosity from a D&D Monster Guide. I just prefer to have them look like real-life walruses but highly intelligent. Maybe a bit larger than the real thing too.

Anyhow, feel free to telegram me.

(OOC: Walrus waldoes would be pushing the boundaries of modern tech. There is a bit of successful fiddling right now with direct man-machine interfaces, simple waldoes hacked directly to the peripheral nervous system. Given a lot of interest, it could be made commercially viable in, oh, maybe ten years or so.)

IC:

"Hmm." Hesche nods, shivering slightly from the cold. Shoulda' brought gloves. "We don't really agree with either theocratic or atheistic official policies, but I understand why you've no love lost on religion."

S.H.O.D.A.N. arches one fiber-optic eyebrow. "You mentioned the Polar Bears Kingdom and the Orca Dominion before you encountered humanity. Were these polar bears and orcas sentient as well?"

OOC: Okay, I'll keep that in mind. I don't think it would be too far-fetched to say that some lab somewhere is experimenting with walrus-equivalent waldoes.

IC:

Kir looked at S.H.O.D.A.N. and Hesche."Ah, I can see that perhaps our history and current policies may have disturbed you. But it is who we are and a part of our make-up. And yes...the Orcas and Polar Bears were sentient as well. After the last Great Blood War we don't know what happened to them. Later, if you would like, I can take you on a brief tour of the Dome of Justice. Its outer walls are of an ancient fortress and I believe you can still see some of the scratchings of our old foes as they tried to scale the heights. If i remember correctly, the outer wall is about 30 meters high or so. Ah...here we are."

The limousines halted at the hotel. It was about 40 stories high and of simple, yet elegant design. The limo drivers quickly got out and opened the doors. Kir followed his guests out and the guided them into the lobby. The Vrakian marines flanked the entourage and soon they were in a large elevator going up...

"Disturbed?" Hesche shakes his head with a slight smile. "I don't know about my electronic friend here, but I'm just cold. As you say, it is your past and part of who you are; as far as I can see, you've turned out rather decently."

S.H.O.D.A.N. nods. "I was merely curious about the sentient Arctic life. It merely confirms that there can be sentience without instrumentality. Personally, I find it amazing that you found a group of humans who deferred to superior knowledge. It has been my historical experience that such things are rarely the case."

Reunited in the elevator and surrounded by Marines, Al-Thynniyan stops discussing quality procedures with Rijil and starts looking nervous about the guns again. S.H.O.D.A.N. casually ignores the meat-shielding except to tease them slightly whenever they look oddly at her, and Hesche stands about, looking diplomatic.

Rijil addresses Kir. "This is an odd question... how do you think that being a semi-aquatic species with limited natural instrumentality has affected the progress of your culture, as compared with a completely land-based species, like humans?"

Rijil addresses Kir. "This is an odd question... how do you think that being a semi-aquatic species with limited natural instrumentality has affected the progress of your culture, as compared with a completely land-based species, like humans?"

Kir answered, "Well, I suppose it certainly limited our exploration efforts and consequently knowledge base of land-based resources. But yet, since we are fairly good swimmers we are more able to explore the oceans and aquire knowledge there. It would seem that humans and walruses make a good match. Perhaps it would be the same as forming a relationship with a natural underground dwelling species and a tree swinging one. The two might never meet but in the odd chance that they do, and if they are able to overcome their fears, think of the rewards! Sadly, our contact with the Skaven was lost, even though we were ready to offer them some territory so that they could expand."

The elevator doors opened and Kir ushered them to their rooms. The marines posted themselves outside the door.

Kir said,"After you've freshened up a bit, we can meet for dinner and then discuss our agenda. Some major industrial heads would like to meet with you Advisor Rijil and Mister Al-Thynniyan. Ambassador Jur Ratyuig himself would like to take you on a tour of the Royal Library S.H.O.D.A.N. It would seem Officer Hesche that the King himself is ill-disposed to meet you presently.


OOC: I think The Skaven either ceased to exist or was deleted. Too bad since I thought he was a decent roleplayer. Any more ideas for an agenda?

(OOC: Probably ceased to be. As for agenda, I think this is primarily a chance for you to flesh out your country (i.e. thumbs or waldoes?) with some trade thrown in. Culture posts are good.)

Rijil nods. "Thank you."

Upon reaching their rooms, Hesche bows shortly. "Thank you; you are quite gracious hosts. I suppose I could wander about and see some more of your nation while my comrades here fulfill their particular obligations."

"Umm, I've a question." Al-Thynniyan looks around a bit. "Why the heavy security? I do not mean to sound rude, but is this customary?"

Kir looked at Al-Thynniyan and said, “Why yes. We take the protection of our guests very seriously. After all, there is always a chance that some fringe religious cult might detect your presence and kidnap you. However, if you wish we can have the marines draw back and still keep you covered with our special ops. We don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

OOC: Okay, give me a bit to think about it here. I suppose Hesche can just wander about the city himself if he so wishes and check out the markets, etc… and interact a bit with the locals. He would, at the very least, need a translator though.

Kir then regarded the visitors. "I'll leave you now and give you some time to get ready for our lunch. I also need to do some final arrangments."

He nodded at S.H.O.D.A.N. and said, "Jur will try to be here for the lunch and, " he swiveled his head, "Some trade and technology heads will certainly be there as well. I'm quite certain that Hyperion and Power Corp will be sending representatives. Will you be up for a brief presentation Messrs. Al-Thynniyan and Rijil?"

He then looked at Hesche and exclaimed, "I'll arrange for a translator/tour guide for your convenience."

With that, Kir bowed and waddled out.

Al-Thynniyan nods, obviously ill-at-ease after all the talk of kidnappings and cultists. "Yes... I'd enjoy giving a presentation." Bloody get my mind off of all the heaters around.

Hesche bows shortly. "Thank you, sir."

After the walrus leaves, everyone looks at each other slightly oddly for a few minutes before S.H.O.D.A.N. leaps onto a couch and spreads out luxuriously. "First impressions?"

Rijil grins. "Highly interesting."

"Nice guys," Hesche shrugs, "I guess."

"Well, the walrus seemed nice," Al-Thynniyan says--If it weren't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college--"but I'm a bit put out by all the weaponry."

"Well, not much for me to do but wait." S.H.O.D.A.N. puts her hands behind her head and closes her eyes.

Everyone one else simply gets situated and waits for lunch.

There was a sharp rap at the door of the Scolopendarian delegation. In rolled Kir Opru along with… Jur Ratyuig. Jur spotted S.H.O.D.A.N. and began to speak as one would with a dear friend, “SHODAN, it’s so nice to see you again. You look as beautiful as ever since we last met at the wedding.” Turning to the others Jur then exclaimed, “I welcome you all to our glorious Kingdom. I’m Ambassador Jur Ratyuig. Lunch will be a small, intimate affair. If you are ready, then shall we go?

The two walruses rolled their great heads in lazy, side to side motions. Although the room was quite large, the walruses’ bulk did present a presence.

Outside (OOC: if anyone glimpsed out) there appeared to be no marines but two well-dressed smiling men wearing dark suits and one statuesque woman in a plain, gray business suit. Her raven hair was shoulder length and too was smiling pleasantly.

Al-Thynniyan left the curtains and doesn't seem very much calmer. Great, styled suits. I wonder what kind of machine pistols they're packing... I hear the Israelis used to do that.

S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles broadly at Jur's greeting. "Ambassador Ratyuig, the pleasure is mine. Ever since we spoke of your nation, I've wished to visit; this is as suitable an excuse as any. I hope life finds you well?"

Hesche looks to Rijil, then nods to Ratyuig. "Ambassador, I am Diplomatic Officer Magnus Hesche, this is Advisor Al Rijil, and this is Mister Ayman Al-Thynniyan. I see you've already met S.H.O.D.A.N...

"We are ready to go whenever you are ready to take us." He smiles diplomatically, broad chin seeming to grow with the expression. "Lead the way."

Jur smiled even more. “Ah SHODAN. Life treats me well, yes. I can still swim even at my age of 250. Shall we?

The group exited and proceeded down the very wide hallways, with Jur and SHODAN our front. Just behind them was one of the smiling dark-suited men.

The 5’10” tall lady caught Hesche’s eye and coyly walked in step with him, her long legs easily keeping up while her hair bobbed in a girlish manner.

“I am your guide and translator Diplomatic Officer Magnus Hesche. I’m Kathrinika Oio. You may call me Miss Oio for short,” she purred, “I look forward to showing you our wonderful city and its many delights.”

Kir meanwhile was chatting with Al-Thynniyan and Al Rijil , “…and I apologize for putting you on the spot for the presentation. I did hope that our diplomatic corps communicated that with your government. Ah…sometimes people need a swift tusk stab. Anyhow, as well with Hyperion Corp and Power Corp sending representatives, I’ve just received confirmation that our High Trade Director and Duke Grag Montazuma, CEO of Gargantua Manufacturing will also be in attendance. I’ll just let you know in advance that Grag is a very informal, boisterous walrus and is a flirt with the ladies – although I’m sure Jur will keep him in line. Gargantual Manufacturing is, from what I gather, is one of our major arms manufacturers. Actually, what kind of business does ScoloMart Incorporated concern itself with?”

Kir sighed. Behind them was the last smiling man speaking into his barely visible head mic.

OOC: I love Al-Thynniyan's unease! :D What else can I fill his paranoid head with? Hmmmm.

(OOC: I started it just to show that not everyone in Scolopendra is some sort of militaristic gun-nut... but now I'm coming up with actual reasons. I've noticed my characters evolve whether I intend for them to or not.)

S.H.O.D.A.N. bows shortly with a smile. "We shall."

Hesche nods with a marginally raised eyebrow and a slight smirk (which may never actually leave his face... he seems to be at least slightly smug perpetually) to the female, grinning slightly and speaking cordially. "Well, I'm sure I've seen at least one so far, Miss Oio."

Advisor Al Rijil shrugs. "We figured a presentation would be required; we're just running some final ideas through our heads. Trust me," he chuckles, "no one need be shivved in the ribs over this."

"Hum? ScoloMart?" Al-Thynniyan is pulled away from keeping a constant eye on the suits. "Umm... we started as a retail chain but have since expanded into a conglomerate that covers several different services. Much like KarmaCorp TechSystems is a large presence in the Titan manufacturing sector, we're sort of its opposite number in the service and supply side." Amazing we got so far despite Scolopendran anti-business policies... thank Allah that our little projects have been successful as of late, and SIS is none the wiser.

The party entered a room packed with walruses and humans. The room is quite large, resembling a huge ballroom with massive chandeliers hanging overhead. The stone walls themselves are inlaid with wood and ivory and decorated with various pieces of artwork. As well, set in alcoves some sculptures are also visible. In the center of the room is a large swimming pool of which a few of the walruses are seen cavorting about or laying on the island rocks found in the pool.

Jur nodded to the nearby attendant (OOC: can’t find the right Medieval occupation at the moment) who announced in a loud voice,

“Noble Vrakians! In the name of Our Wise King Vrak the First it pleases the Kingdom to introduce the esteemed company representing the nation of Scolopendra.

I present to you our honourable guests:

Diplomatic Officer Magnus Hesche, Advisor Pro Tempore of the International Relations Section,

Science Advisor Al Rijil,

Mister Ayman Al-Thynniyan of ScoloMart Incorporated

and,

S.H.O.D.A.N

are here to enjoy and experience our hospitality and are under the protection of the Kingdom. So commands the King of Vrak!”

Jur motioned the delegation to halt while the walruses and humans formed a line in which to greet each member formally. In a section of the room, some richly dressed bards struck up a pleasant sounding tune.

S.H.O.D.A.N. grins at her rather anticlimactic introduction. Oh well... 'Queen Sentient HyperOptimized Data Access Network, Master Control Program of Zero-One, Duchess of the Cetagandan Duchy of Marilac' would've been a bit much, and my ego needs no stroking today.

Hesche smiles broadly. A greeting line. Let's see if I remember the regulations... seeing how I theoretically am the lowest-ranking... To each Vrakian, Magnus introduces first himself and then Advisor Rijil, who then introduces Mister Al-Thynniyan, who then introduces (half-heartedly), S.H.O.D.A.N.. All standard recieving-line faire.

"So, what is this music?" Hesche asks conversationally. "Traditional, I presume, as is this place?"

"Truly," adds S.H.O.D.A.N., "tell us the history of this room. I am quite interested."

OOC: Forcing me to flesh out the Vrakians eh? Argh…

IC:

Kathrinika explained to Hesche as she gently led him down the introduction line,

“Ah…the music. I believe it’s a traditional greeting song sung by the walruses. The Vrakian language is harsh, as you may have surmised by now, but if properly set to music then it does become rather melodious. I think this particular song is a fisherman welcoming a wandering guest into his cave. It’s rather difficult to translate, but the song involves describing ones family and copious amounts of alcohol.”

Kathrinika turned to SHODAN and, as women seem to often do, sized her up and began making mental comparisons in regards to appearance, grace, etc…

“I’m sorry SHODAN but this is the first time I’ve been in this particular room. Usually in our culture, the artwork sets the general tone for the purpose of the location. So here,” as she gestured towards a painting, “we can tell that the artist is conveying a sense of greeting and feasting.”

“True true,” chipped in Jur, “this room is often used for welcoming visitors to our Kingdom..”

Jur then said to Kathrinika in Vrakian
-Is this your first assignment at this level?
-Yes Ambassador. I’ve recently been promoted to Level 1 Translator and Cultural Attaché. Kir Opru is my supervisor.
-Very well. But conduct yourself in the manner that your station demands.
-Yes Ambassador.

At this, Kathrinika bowed, with a slight flush of embarrassment.

Then, a rather enormous walrus waddled towards the group.

“Hik-a-rak Duke Opru. Hik-a-rak Duke Ratyuig. Glory to the Kingdom! Welcome to our humble land people of Scolopendra. I’m Grag Montazuma, CEO of Gargantua Manufacturing…”, and then he stopped and looked again at SHODAN, “Pleased to meet you fair lady.”

Jur rumbled, “Hik-a-rak Duke Montazuma,” then turned and winked at SHODAN, “This be the scoundrel I warned you about.”

“By the King’s tusks, I’m not so bad,” pleaded Grag. If a walrus could look hurt, Grag did a remarkable imitation.

"Ah," Hesche chuckles inbetween introductions, "family, fish, and alcohol. If the alcohol is wine, it suits my family well. The universality of some concepts never ceases to amaze."

S.H.O.D.A.N. merely smiles at Kathrinika's scanning. Don't worry, I'm not a threat to the continuation of your genes. Besides,--she makes sure to idly tap the gold band around her right ring finger--I'm already taken. "Appropriate, to say the least. I am sure I can learn more at a more opportune time."

At Grag's salutation, she smiles and bows with a flourish, flexing her fingers just right for the light to flash off the ring. "Pleased to meet you in turn, Chief Executive Officer. Sentient HyperOptimized Data Access Network, Master Control Program of the Queendom of Zero-One." Standing back upright, she grins at Jur. "I'm sure I can handle whatever happens, be he scoundrel or no."

OOC: Sorry Scolopendra. I usually take the weekends off so I apologize for the delay.

Grag noticed S.H.O.D.A.N.’s flashing of the ring and chuckled,

“Despite what some may think,” winking at Jur, “I really am not so bad and respect one’s fidelity. However, if we could converse during lunch then that would be grand. I’ve always…”

A loud gong sounded. Jur said, “That signals lunch so please follow me.”

The group moved to a semi circular table located nearest the swimming pool. Finely dressed waiters came out pushing large trolleys laden with food, mostly fish and other oceanic delights. The Scolopendarians were arranged at the middle of the table with appropriate silver wear and chalices. On S.H.O.D.A.N.’s right was Grag, firmly planting himself while on her left sat Hesche and Kathrinika. Next to Grag was Jur while from Kathrinika’s left sat; Advisor Rijil, Mister Al-Thynniyan, and Kir Opru. Various other walruses and humans could be seen. All of the walruses were out of the pool and soon were feasting away in the bowls of food set before them while the humans used the appropriate cutlery. However, if a haunch of meat or piece of fish proved too daunting, hands were used which was perfectly acceptable.

Waiters milled about filling up chalices and beer steins while bringing in more food when plates were getting low. The bards were now playing music to add gaiety to the atmosphere and soon some tumblers and jesters began their unique performances at various tables – to the delight of everyone. Loud laughter and conversation could be heard.

Kathrinika grabbed a leg of meat and began to devour it hungrily. She looked at Hesche and said, “If you would like, we could visit the Open Square first and then it would be up to you if you want to see the Gallery of the Vrakian Parliament. Or you can look at this brochure and decide for yourself. Really, it’s up to you.” While saying this she was carefully noting his reaction to her unladylike (OOC: perhaps to him but acceptable by Vrakian standards) behaviour.

Grag, while eating lunch with relish, said to S.H.O.D.A.N, “So you are like a computer?”

Jur piped in, “Yes, Grag. She is an avatar of the computer. That is, there are other S.H.O.D.A.N.s like herself interacting with other beings even at the same time.”

Grag looked again, “But then, I can’t understand the ring. Are you married to a similar type of avatar being? Very interesting but…strange.”

Kir, meanwhile was busy doing his best fielding questions from Rijil and Al-Thynniyan.

(OOC: Not a problem, and thus no need for apologies.)

The party from Saturn look around and just flow with the situation. Adaptability is a virtue in social situations, and if utensils were optional, so be it. Absorbing the culture--by watching the jesters and the interaction between others--has always been a Scolopendran fascination, and it shows.

Kathrinika grabbed a leg of meat and began to devour it hungrily. She looked at Hesche and said, “If you would like, we could visit the Open Square first and then it would be up to you if you want to see the Gallery of the Vrakian Parliament. Or you can look at this brochure and decide for yourself. Really, it’s up to you.”Hesche grins, taking up some random bunch of roasted musculature and laying into it. Restraint? Why show it if it's unappreciated? "You know the lay of the land better than I do, Miss. I'll follow your lead, but the more to see," he somehow manages to grin wider, "the better."

Grag, while eating lunch with relish, said to S.H.O.D.A.N, “So you are like a computer?”

Jur piped in, “Yes, Grag. She is an avatar of the computer. That is, there are other S.H.O.D.A.N.s like herself interacting with other beings even at the same time.”

Grag looked again, “But then, I can’t understand the ring. Are you married to a similar type of avatar being? Very interesting but…strange.”S.H.O.D.A.N. chuckles softly at the word 'computer,' like a kindly professor with several doctorates being referred to as 'Missus.' "Well, I'm slightly more than a glorified adding machine... but Ambassador Ratyuig is essentially correct. As to your question, Mister Montazuma," she smiles mischievously, "it is stranger than you might think. I am actually married to an organic, First Minister Bari of the SLAGLands." She takes a draught from her goblet. "It's a surprisingly simple story and as strange as it is simple. I would say it turned out well, though." She twists the ring on her finger with a soft smile.

Kir, meanwhile was busy doing his best fielding questions from Rijil and Al-Thynniyan.Rijil, noting the difference in etiquette between 'standard' human societies and Vrakian societies, coughs delicately. "Has the interaction between humans and walruses, and its resulting customs, made relations with more common human nations more difficult? What is the status of Vrak's relations with other nations?"

Al-Thynniyan is more pragmatic in his questioning, still carefully eating his food with only his right hand. "What products are the Vrakian populace interested in? What can we provide, and what can we expect in return?"

Kathrinika responded,

“Ah…well the Open Square is a major marketplace of Vrak Prime. It is also near the Vrakian Parliament and, seeing how you are a diplomatic officer, I thought you might be interested in a glimpse of how our government operates.”

Kathrinika chewed away and smiled when she saw Hesche do the same.

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Grag, sensing that his observation may have somehow slighted S.H.O.D.A.N. quickly said,

“Forgive me, I mean no offense but it is fairly hard for me to understand the entire concept. That is, I can’t fathom what it would be like if there were duplicates of myself. How do you define your individuality. Does each avatar have its own “individuality”? It is very…odd. How can you possibly be married as a single avatar when you can interact with others…well…all the time?

Jur remarked, “If there were avatars of yourself, Grag, the world would not be the same nor would the women be safe. But I think I speak for both of us in that we are interested in your story S.H.O.D.A.N.”

====

Replying to Rijil, Kir began,

“Well, there have been complaints from other countries as to how our tourists interact with the locals. As you can see, “sweeping with his flipper, “we are a loud people. But it is an interesting question that you posed regarding interaction. Us walruskind are loud but then the humans that warmed to us were certainly explorative in nature, wouldn’t you agree? That is, they adopted some of our habits and we of them. Perhaps it has made us harder to deal with since Vrak itself is coming out of its shell. However, in most cases, walrus and humankind live peaceably together. Generally though, we are not warlike but we are fierce. Just ask the Polar Bears or Orcas – if there are any left.

With other nations, well, I would say that we are mostly cordial. The World Court served as a good gauge as to whom is friendly or not. At least out of that we managed to secure embassies from Tanah Burung and Dangerous Thoughts. I must say that the nation of Angelus was indeed quite scary at first but they seem to be rather generous. Regarding the Klatch, I think we get along swimmingly. We are even a member of the UTP which is very beneficial and is seen by our government as a very progressive step.”

Turning to Al-Thynniyan,

“Well, Vrakians are, by nature, a practical people. Anything I suppose that is efficient in nature is welcome although our local industries have much of that covered. Perhaps cultural products and perhaps different foodstuffs I suppose. I should add that there are some cultural import restrictions in place. I’ll introduce you shortly to our High Trade Director who can answer those kind of questions better than I."

OOC: And buys me a bit of time!

“Ah…well the Open Square is a major marketplace of Vrak Prime. It is also near the Vrakian Parliament and, seeing how you are a diplomatic officer, I thought you might be interested in a glimpse of how our government operates.”Hesche nodded. "Quite interested." He chews a bit on a tough portion of meat, then swallows. "How you balance the interests of creatures as dissimilar as humans and walruses is quite fascinating, coming from a heterogeneous society myself. Humans and K'zin and extrasolars, oh my." He grins. "Marketplaces are also good places to just watch people interact. Great way to learn about cultures."

“Forgive me, I mean no offense but it is fairly hard for me to understand the entire concept. That is, I can’t fathom what it would be like if there were duplicates of myself. How do you define your individuality. Does each avatar have its own “individuality”? It is very…odd. How can you possibly be married as a single avatar when you can interact with others…well…all the time?

Jur remarked, “If there were avatars of yourself, Grag, the world would not be the same nor would the women be safe. But I think I speak for both of us in that we are interested in your story S.H.O.D.A.N.” S.H.O.D.A.N. looks idly at the bright gold band. "Well, the mistake is to assume that only this avatar is married. My husband is married to the true me, the gestalt. If you look, all of my avatars have something similar to this as an indicator, whether they be humaniform like this one, a simple local area node, or a starship." She looks at the walruses with a soft smile and a slightly raised eyebrow, looking particularly bemused. "All avatars can be considered individuals, in that they can act independently if they need to. Each one has a copy of my personality, constantly updated, and would make the same decisions that I would in any given situation.

"Of course... if they are identical copies, are they actually individuals?" She grins. "Quite a philosophical question there? As active entities... no. Because there is more behind these green eyes than a few thousand mere copies." She points to her slitted-pupils, eyes glowing a soft green. "We are all linked as one. I, the avatar, am merely an extension of the whole, of the gestalt. We act as the twenty thousand hands, the twenty thousand eyes, the twenty thousand ears, the million brains of S.H.O.D.A.N.. I am as much 'truly' S.H.O.D.A.N. as your flipper is Grag Montazuma, and yet more so. We are the instrumentality of the whole, and also a portion of the whole's consciousness. A million streams of consciousness, all running together and combining to a better perception of relations. It is"--she waves a hand idly, with a smile--"difficult to explain to the single-minded."

She takes another draught from her goblet. "Yet, it never hurts to try. Hm, what is this? Tastes delightful."

“Well, there have been complaints from other countries as to how our tourists interact with the locals... With other nations, well, I would say that we are mostly cordial...We are even a member of the UTP which is very beneficial and is seen by our government as a very progressive step.”
Rijil nods. "The sharing of culture meets expectations; we've done the same with our human and nonhuman populaces." He grins. "It's been rather fun to watch and live, especially considering the Triumvirate and its allies as a whole. The Angelans are rather... unique to work with, but that is due to their dual nature as individuals and the subunits of a collective. If one gets to know them, as you've learned, they are decent folk." He frowns slightly. "Some people just never wish to get to know them."

“Well, Vrakians are, by nature, a practical people. Anything I suppose that is efficient in nature is welcome although our local industries have much of that covered. Perhaps cultural products and perhaps different foodstuffs I suppose. I should add that there are some cultural import restrictions in place. I’ll introduce you shortly to our High Trade Director who can answer those kind of questions better than I."
Al-Thynniyan nods and looks around for a napkin to wipe his hand on.

She takes another draught from her goblet. "Yet, it never hurts to try. Hm, what is this? Tastes delightful."

Grag, with both flippers, hoists the beer stein-bowl and slurps. After setting it down he remarked,

“A whole – the gestalt – and yet many avatars all interacting and yet contributing to the whole. How can your husband possibly keep up? That is, with all these different experiences flooding in. It would seem odd to me being with someone and yet someone knowing that the same someone is interacting somewhere else. As well, how can you create your own unique memories without someone else stumbling across them? I suppose that different avatars have uh…certain countermeasures to prevent…ah…unauthorized access. I suppose it is hard for me to address you as an individual while realizing that you have thousands of avatars all running about.

As well, I think what you are having is some imported wine from Oglethorpia. I’m more of a beer walrus myself. Try the chocolate beer – it’s a specialty of a joint venture between us and Oglethorpia.”

OOC: Yes, in RL I’ve had chocolate beer before. Familiar with Widmer beers at all?

Rijil nods. "The sharing of culture meets expectations; we've done the same with our human and nonhuman populaces." He grins. "It's been rather fun to watch and live, especially considering the Triumvirate and its allies as a whole. The Angelans are rather... unique to work with, but that is due to their dual nature as individuals and the subunits of a collective. If one gets to know them, as you've learned, they are decent folk." He frowns slightly. "Some people just never wish to get to know them."

Kir nodded, “Indeed. We’ve encountered some apprehension due to the fact that we are walruses. This is why we are presently recruiting more human officers into our diplomatic ranks. Seems to make things easier.”

Meanwhile, the jesters and tumblers kept up the show. The gong sounded once more and the diners halted, there attention directed to the announcer who began in a booming voice,

“Noble Scolopendrians! Noble Vrakians! The High Trade Director will now speak!

An old, distinguished looking walrus approached the table – opposite of the ones where the Scolopendrians are seated and, edging to the mic, began in a thick voice,

“Greetings people of Scolopendra! We are honoured that you agreed to visit our humble nation. As always, we are seeking to extend the flipper of friendship to all those who are willing to take it. We hope that you enjoy your visit here and I am at your disposal.”

With that, he bowed.

Lunch appeared to be drawing to a close, as evident by the mounds of bones and empty steins. Some of the walruses and humans burped loudly and farted noisily – to the delight of some and the embarrassment of others.

Al-Thynniyan nods and looks around for a napkin to wipe his hand on.

Kir, noticing Al-Thynniyan's slight discomfort said,

"Ah, those little bowls are for dipping your hands in for cleaning purposes. You are familiar with finger bowls, yes? And the cloth next to it can be used for drying. Luckily you didn't drink out of those bowls but no matter, I would have warned you. As is customary, us walruses briefly clean ourselves and go for a brisk swim after a meal."

Which some walruses could be seen doing now, being careful not to make loud splashes.

(OOC: More of a wine person myself.)

The Scolopendran delegation nods and smiles at the announcement with a very slight embarrassment. Pomp and circumstance never was really big in Scolopendra, but they do their best to manage. S.H.O.D.A.N. merely pauses the conversation for a moment, keeping her regal and slightly detached bearing.

“A whole – the gestalt – and yet many avatars all interacting and yet contributing to the whole. How can your husband possibly keep up? That is, with all these different experiences flooding in. It would seem odd to me being with someone and yet someone knowing that the same someone is interacting somewhere else. As well, how can you create your own unique memories without someone else stumbling across them? I suppose that different avatars have uh…certain countermeasures to prevent…ah…unauthorized access. I suppose it is hard for me to address you as an individual while realizing that you have thousands of avatars all running about.

As well, I think what you are having is some imported wine from Oglethorpia. I’m more of a beer walrus myself. Try the chocolate beer – it’s a specialty of a joint venture between us and Oglethorpia.”
"Memories are shared across the gestalt. I learn from all my experiences from all my various forms of instrumentality. Really, you mustn't think of this"--she indicates her body with a momentary downward look--"as an individual. It is merely a means for me to express myself to the world in a form easily understood. Once you add everything up, there is only one S.H.O.D.A.N., expressed a million ways.

"As for Barry, he manages rather well... he married the entire gestalt, not just an expression of it. Part of the reason I like him so." She chuckles. "Yes, I think I shall try the chocolate beer--try everything once, of course."

"Ah, those little bowls are for dipping your hands in for cleaning purposes. You are familiar with finger bowls, yes? And the cloth next to it can be used for drying. Luckily you didn't drink out of those bowls but no matter, I would have warned you. As is customary, us walruses briefly clean ourselves and go for a brisk swim after a meal."
"Ah. Thank you." Al-Thynniyan cleans his hands, taking unusual care about it with an almost catlike concern and intensity. "I look forward to working with that trade minister you mentioned."

Some walruses and humans were filing out, probably to attend important meetings or back to their other official duties while others still lounged about. The High Trade Director edged his way to the Scolopendrian table and briefly conversed with Kir. Then he turned and bowed to the group.

“I hope you enjoyed your lunch. Please take your time and enjoy our Kingdom.”

Kathrinika purred.

Turning his head to Al-Thynniyan he said, “Ah, pleased to meet you Mister Ayman Al-Thynniyan of ScoloMart Incorporated Science Advisor Al Rijil. I look forward to your presentation. I see you’ve already met Duke Montazuma. Gargantua Manufacturing is, as the name implies, into the manufacture of finished goods. It’s also one of our major arms companies specializing in artillery and ship-based weaponry. But every major group here has sent at least a representative vying to get a piece of you, I’m sure. It’s not every day that an outside nation of your stature visits our country.

As for the technical side, some of the head R&D chiefs are here as well. As you know, all of the major companies maintain state-of-the-art research facilities. Recently the Oil Block research center made a breakthrough in TDP technology that you might find interesting.”

[OOC: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=72651 ]

As the director was droning on, Kathrinika looked at Hesche and saucily said, “Now’s our chance to get away. Let’s go.”

Hesche raises an eyebrow. "I would just be in the way during the presentation... lead on."

Rijil nodded. "Yes, I'd heard of that. Such effective recycling techniques are quite the step forward, although they don't do much to prevent reliance on fossil fuels, merely extend it for a time. When would you like us to make our presentation?"

"Hrm." Al-Thynniyan stands, thinking about what needs he can fulfill for the highest price.

The High Trade Director chuckled and said, “If you wouldn’t mind, I think now would be a good time Advisor Rijil. We are all interested in what you have to say,” as he gestured to the remaining walruses and humans, “but of course you may need some time to prepare. Is there anything you need from your rooms. That is, we can go fetch any presentation material that you may need. Our conference room is close by and has, at least by our standards, the latest technology. But feel free to make your required adjustments.”

The High Trade Director turned and motioned everyone to follow. Outside the hallway another door opened. It was the conference room set up more like a mini theater and could hold up to 50 Vrakians (mixed or same). At one end was a lecturn with some buttons controlling the various computer projection screens, sound system, curtains, etc.. Some aides could be seen fiddling with some equipment and doing final checks. One came over to Rijil and asked, “Sir, how can I be of service?”

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Kathrinika and Hesche, after saying their pleasantries to the High Trade Director, slipped out. Two smiling men were in two.

“Don’t worry about them,” whispered Kathrinika, “They are just our protection, as you probably guessed. I’m sure a man like yourself knows most everything though.” And she lightly stroked his arm.

“We should change first into streetclothes though to avoid attention. The Open Square is not far from here. Would you like to walk there?”

Some aides could be seen fiddling with some equipment and doing final checks. One came over to Rijil and asked, “Sir, how can I be of service?”
Rijil looks down and hrms. "You wouldn't happen to have an adapter for a standard 255-qpoint optical relay?" He flourishes a little card with a wire and a small port hanging off it. "I left my omniadaptor back on the shuttle, careless me."

(OOC: Buy time! Buy it!)

“Don’t worry about them,” whispered Kathrinika, “They are just our protection, as you probably guessed. I’m sure a man like yourself knows most everything though.” And she lightly stroked his arm.

“We should change first into streetclothes though to avoid attention. The Open Square is not far from here. Would you like to walk there?”
Magnus Hesche, on permanent loan from the Office of Psionic Operations, flashes another broad blindingly-white grin. "No, not nearly most everything, but maybe a lot more than I'll admit to." He winks.

"Streetclothes--good idea." He looks down at his uniform, which, while far less ornate than most diplomatic uniforms (as it was patterned on the military Class A's), is still readily identifiable as such. "And walking is fine. Preferable, acutally. Nothing wrong with a little exercise."

Rijil looks down and hrms. "You wouldn't happen to have an adapter for a standard 255-qpoint optical relay?" He flourishes a little card with a wire and a small port hanging off it. "I left my omniadaptor back on the shuttle, careless me."

The aide gave Rijil a quizzical look. “Uhhh…we can arrange for you to get whatever you need at your shuttle.” What on earth is a qpoint optical relay?

[OOC: to speed things up we can say that someone fetched the stuff if you want. Up to you.]

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After a change of clothes, the duo exited the hotel. The smiling men, also appropriately dressed, disappeared into the crowd but stayed close without being seen. (OOC: I’m sure Hesche could spot ‘em if he looked hard enough since he probably has extensive military training. But I’ll leave that up to you. Kathrinika is a stunner. Yeah - Jo Farrow from the BBC. :) )

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The streets were bustling with traffic and various types of automobiles could be seen. Off in the distance, music could be heard along with a generally large racket associated with open markets. Giggling, Kathrinika seemed to be in her element as they hit street level. Her hair, gloriously bounced with her confident stride.

“By Bok’s maw, how I hate to be at stuffy luncheons! I much rather to be out on the street since this is where the action is.”

She pointed to a large dome in the distance.

“That’s the King’s Palace where the parliament is. Just a couple blocks from here is the edge of the Open Square. It’s quite large, about four kilometers square. It’s fairly busy at this time of day and some of the streets are hard to navigate so stay close. Let me deflect any questions first since…well…you do stand out because of your height. Not everyone in Vrak is tall like you. Here’s the hotel card and some basic phrases you can show someone in case we become separated and our escort loses track of you. Vrakian is a very difficult language to pronounce for the uninitiated.”

She grinned.

“Uhhh…we can arrange for you to get whatever you need at your shuttle.”

[OOC: to speed things up we can say that someone fetched the stuff if you want. Up to you.]
(OOC: Sure.)

Advisor Rijil snaps the omniadaptor to the end of his little card, and waits a moment as it changes shape to fit neatly into the port of the Vrakian systems. "All right then... we're ready to begin." Playing with the room controls, the lights dim and the projectors activate, showing a still-frame of Saturn. It looks just like it always has, oblated yellow sphere surrounded by orange, yellow, and white rings; but now in the background behind it is a thin dotted band of light. Rijil looks up at the screen and grins. "Well, just in case you didn't know. Greetings from Saturn.

"Mister Al-Thynniyan and I figured that I should give the basic relations briefing along with our resources and what-not. He'll cover the businesses." Although why Advisor Spoilsport didn't come along is beyond me. He is the bloody InterTrade advisor, after all. "Anyway, I am Science Advisor Al Rijil, equivalent to say, a science and education minister, and I will brief you today on Scolopendran relations and resources."

He taps a key and the terraformed Titan appears, Saturn edging in the background. It has a nice, thick blue atmosphere, broad blue oceans, and several green island-continents. Its one major 'continent' appears to be the top of a large mountain chain consisting of two major rounded peaks; it is mostly yellow-green--grass covered. "Titan was colonized... well, twenty-three years ago, by my age, but several centuries, considering progress... and is now the center of both Scolopendra and its federal entity, the Triumvirate of Yut, a federation of various nations of various technological and social backgrounds. This is our most obvious alliance base, but we also make an effort--like now--to maintain friendly relations with relatively enlightened nations whenever we can."

Tapping the key again, the screen changes to a top-down view of the Saturnian system labeled 'Titan Defense Force.' "One of the other major Triumvirate nations, Berserker, works with us and Karmabaijan to organize the defense of the Saturnian system, using Yari-class space denial platforms"--the screen becomes speckled with icons--"and Castle-class defense stations"--the icons multiply--"making the Saturnian system arguably the best-defended space territory currently known. This makes us a relatively safe partner for extended trade--we've invested far too much effort into this to just disappear overnight." He grins.

Tapping the key again, he brings up another screen labeled 'Local Area, 300 LY.' "This is a map of the local area near Sol, up to three hundred light years distant, as you can see. The Triumvirate's Galaxy Exploration Command has studied about twenty systems so far and we've begun mining operations on several mineral rich worlds we've found. Colonization ships are also being constructed to reach a world in the... ah... BESS-7 system, I believe, approximately two-hundred-fifty light years out. This long term project will take up most of the extraSolar materials we plan on extracting, so we're still in need of raw materials from insystem. Also, the energy costs of shipping materials insystem are exponentially less... so that's better for us as well.

"Technologically, we can draw from the rest of a Triumvirate. We primarily specialize in terraforming and gravitics; while gravitics are classified as a secure technology, we are willing to spread our terraforming techniques. Given the Earth's generally poor condition, added to the number of nations still dependent on fossil-fuels, spreading that technology can only help." He coughs. "On the subject of secure technologies, it has always been a Scolopendran policy not to sell weaponry or warships of any type. We are willing to refer any interested parties to the Karmabaijani, but nationally it conflicts with our ideals. As for spaceframes, we do trade in those on a case-by-case basis. I'm sure Vrak would be authorized to have any fusion-powered spaceframe it desired.

"Hrm..." He thinks for a moment. "Mister Al-Thynniyan will be giving you the selling pitch, so I'll just wrap up my bit. We are closely related to the production centers of Zero-One and Karmabaijan; ours and Berserker's aren't too shoddy either. We are well-connected with Angelus, a major member of the UTP, and Menelmacar, a major member of the WBO. We are planning to join the UTP soon, and are looking forward to more trade from other nations." Allah, I feel like a sell-out. Where'd all these pro-business policies come from? And what is a bloody merchant doing in a diplomatic function?

He grins. "Are there any questions before I turn the floor to Mister Al-Thynniyan?"

***
(OOC: I’m sure Hesche could spot ‘em if he looked hard enough since he probably has extensive military training. But I’ll leave that up to you. Kathrinika is a stunner. Yeah - Jo Farrow from the BBC. :) )

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(OOC: Okay, insert obligatory 'rowr' here. Anyhoo, it's worse than that. Magnus Hesche, OPO agent, worked with the Gurlanai and 'fixed' Dragonisia. He's a psionic... who's been in the DiploCorps for years as cover. Turns out he's second-in-command in the InterRelate Section now... I never saw that one coming. Silly characters, evolving and not telling me what's up. Still, this is my -only- ubermensch character.)

The streets were bustling with traffic and various types of automobiles could be seen. Off in the distance, music could be heard along with a generally large racket associated with open markets. Giggling, Kathrinika seemed to be in her element as they hit street level. Her hair, gloriously bounced with her confident stride.

“By Bok’s maw, how I hate to be at stuffy luncheons! I much rather to be out on the street since this is where the action is.”
"Agreed." Hesche had discarded his uniform for a comfortable solid dark blue T-shirt that suitably shows off his physique and some simple slacks. The short sleeves revealed a most intricate silver tattoo winding up and down his left arm, obviously made out of some sort of wire embedded in the skin with absolutely no signs of grafting, almost as if it was supposed to be there. The patterns are nearly chaotic, but sections remind one of cabbalistic symbols, icons from various religions, odd crosses and pentagrams and hexagrams that aren't actually any of the above, only similar. "This is how someone really learns about culture, by observing people."

She pointed to a large dome in the distance.

“That’s the King’s Palace where the parliament is... <some stuff> ...Vrakian is a very difficult language to pronounce for the uninitiated.”

She grinned.
Hesche looks at the card and blinks. "Apparently so. I'd better get to practicing soon." I could just steal the bits I need out of someone's head... naw, poor taste. Very very very poor taste. Besides, this makes it more of an adventure. "Thanks for taking me out to see all this--I'm sure the Advisor is doing just fine back wherever he is without me."

He grins. "Are there any questions before I turn the floor to Mister Al-Thynniyan?"

Several of the walruses and humans began murmuring. Finally, one walrus cleared his throat and with a deep voice began,

"Forgive me Advisor Rijil, but your nation is clearly far more advanced than ours and has a much greater resource base. What could we possibly offer you in trade or, for that matter, in technical matters?"


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OOC: Vrakian is difficult not only because of the unfamiliar tongue positions but because special breathing exercises are needed for non-walrus kind. Unless, I guess you have the lungs and vocal chords of a walrus. :)

IC:

"Thanks for taking me out to see all this--I'm sure the Advisor is doing just fine back wherever he is without me."

"I'm sure he is," replied Kathrinika huskily.She stole a glance at Hesche's tattoo without appearing too obvious. A metallic tattoo? How odd. I've never seen anything like that. She was about to ask the story behind it but thought discretion is better than curiousity at this time.

Strolling along the street they came to the edge of the Open Square - clearly set off by two massive pillars supporting an arch. On each pillar there was the Vrakian language written on stone tablets set into the pillars themselves. This type of entrance way could be seen every 100 meters, marking the perimeter of the Open Square.

Needless to say, this vast marketplace was full of activity. Merchants can be seen hawking various types of goods while scantily-clad women danced outside some shops. Some cars and trucks loaded with produce and other goods tried to navigate through the busy streets but were mostly blocked by the foot traffic. Much honking and exchange of pleasantries could be heard. Humans could be seen everywhere but a few walrus kind are amongst the crowd - mostly riding about on motorized litters. Loudspeakers blared various kinds of music, resulting in a cacophony of noise. Groups of stern-looking policemen patrolled the streets - on the watch for thieves and other enemies of the Kingdom. Nearby, a street vendor selling some kind of pancake was trying to get Hesche's attention.

"Forgive me Advisor Rijil, but your nation is clearly far more advanced than ours and has a much greater resource base. What could we possibly offer you in trade or, for that matter, in technical matters?"
"Well," Rijil looks at his regulation boots before addressing the speaker directly, "it's a matter of cost-benefit analysis. Yes, we do have extrasolar resource-extraction operations running, but they are only in their initial phases. Output is relatively low, and the cost in energy of transporting the millions of metric tons of material we need is extreme. It's a lot less expensive to support our short-term needs by trading with other countries for raw material and, to an extent, finished goods.

"There's also an intangible benefit in trading with other cultures, and that is the sharing of said culture." He smiles broadly, folding his hands behind his back. "If nothing else, you have a unique view of the world that we'd like to see as well. And even if our technology is advanced, you'll still have things to share. We can't do everything, you know."

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OOC: Vrakian is difficult not only because of the unfamiliar tongue positions but because special breathing exercises are needed for non-walrus kind. Unless, I guess you have the lungs and vocal chords of a walrus. :)
(OOC: Even Hesche isn't that uber. At that point he'd start resembling some other 'lookit-me-I'm-a-God-on-legs' characters that I've seen and I'd have to commit seppuku to maintain my honor.)

Strolling along the street they came to the edge of the Open Square - clearly set off by two massive pillars supporting an arch. On each pillar there was the Vrakian language written on stone tablets set into the pillars themselves. This type of entrance way could be seen every 100 meters, marking the perimeter of the Open Square.
"What is the significance of the tablets in those pillars?" Hesche points them out. "Must mean something to be so prominently displayed. Laws, perchance?"

Magnus, in general, enjoys the ambience. Reminds me of Calcutta, almost. Noticing the previously mentioned vendor, Hesche is more curious than actually considering to buy anything. Getting Kathrinika's attention, he indicates the vendor. "What's he selling?"

More murmuring could be heard but then the High Trade Director cut in gracefully and said, “Please continue Advisor Rijil. I’m sure more questions will be forthcoming.”

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“How perceptive of you Magnus! Yes, those are the ancient market laws. Let’s see…oh…they mostly deal with how a trader should behave, you know, using honest scales, that kind of thing. And it also mentions how a customer should act towards the merchant. And this tablet, “ she points to the second pillar, “indicates the various punishments if either side fails to honour each other. Thieves are dealt with pretty harshly. In ancient times, if a thief was caught all the merchants would bind the individual and stone him. Don’t see much of that now. The police pretty much take care of any disputes but some of the old-fashioned thinking merchants still take those laws to heart.”

She spun her head around,

“Oh…he’s selling hotuk, a kind of sweet pancake with nuts. They are quite delicious. Yes…his stall looks pretty clean so it should be okay. Would you like to try one?”

OOC: “Hotuk” is an actual street food I’ve had in South Korea and they are just the way I described them. About the size of your hand and usually sold in paper bags.

More murmuring could be heard but then the High Trade Director cut in gracefully and said, “Please continue Advisor Rijil. I’m sure more questions will be forthcoming.”
"That's all I've got... Mister Ayman Al-Thynniyan, chairman and chief quality officer of ScoloMart Enterprises, will be giving you a briefing on the major industrial concerns of Scolopendra and Titan as a whole." I'm still leery about just letting this guy pitch. Smiling with just a bare tightness around the eyes, he presents Al-Thynniyan.

Dressed in a comfortable and expensive-looking dark-gray suit, Ayman looks over the crowd. "On behalf of ScoloMart Enterprises and all the businesses of Titan, I'd like to greet you with open arms.

"ScoloMart started as a chain of discount stores on Titan and quickly expanded into a conglomerate of retail chains. By Scolopendran law, we are not permitted to expand to production... something about 'vertical monopolies.' Nevertheless, we are the largest supply-side retailer on Titan, with extensive contracts with manufacturers such as KarmaCorp TechSystems and Zero-One Monocorporation. We've also got exclusive contracts from Myriapod Publishers, who publish some of the best Scolopendran writers known in everything ranging from philosophy to pulp fiction."

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“Oh…he’s selling hotuk, a kind of sweet pancake with nuts. They are quite delicious. Yes…his stall looks pretty clean so it should be okay. Would you like to try one?”

OOC: “Hotuk” is an actual street food I’ve had in South Korea and they are just the way I described them. About the size of your hand and usually sold in paper bags.
(OOC: Note to self--if I ever get shipped out to South Korea, try the hotuks. And whatever else I can get my hands on.)

Magnus shrugs with a grin. "Why not? 'Try everything once' 'tis a bad Scolopendran habit. Go somewhere new, try something new, meet someone new." He looks about ready to wink but decides against it. "It all works out in the end."

"ScoloMart started as a chain of discount stores on Titan and quickly expanded into a conglomerate of retail chains. By Scolopendran law, we are not permitted to expand to production... something about 'vertical monopolies.' Nevertheless, we are the largest supply-side retailer on Titan, with extensive contracts with manufacturers such as KarmaCorp TechSystems and Zero-One Monocorporation. We've also got exclusive contracts from Myriapod Publishers, who publish some of the best Scolopendran writers known in everything ranging from philosophy to pulp fiction."

The audience listened in rapt attention. “Do you have an example of some of your products sir?” asked someone.

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Magnus shrugs with a grin. "Why not? 'Try everything once' 'tis a bad Scolopendran habit. Go somewhere new, try something new, meet someone new." He looks about ready to wink but decides against it. "It all works out in the end."

Hesche and Kathrinika chowed down on the hotuks. The vendor looked at Hesche and began babbling in Vrakian and began taking off his shirt. Kathrinika answered with a few words and the vendor smiled and wrapped a couple more hotuks in a plain, brown bag.

“Mmmm, that was good,” exclaimed Kathrinika, licking her lips. “Our vendor friend was just wondering about your tattoo and was about to show you his but I talked him out of it. His tattoo covers most of his back and probably would have drawn some unwanted attention. The extra hotuks are…how does that idiom go – ‘for the road’. Shall we?”

The audience listened in rapt attention. “Do you have an example of some of your products sir?” asked someone.
"Actually, yes." Al-Thynniyan removes Rijil's little card from the computer. "The omniadaptor is one such product. Because we work with so many different systems with such different ports, we came up with this little thing. Basically, it's a series of conductors suspended in a malleable plastic mesh controlled by a small number of nanites that can rearrange it to fit most any port needed. Saves a lot of trouble by serving as a universal adaptor."

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Hesche and Kathrinika chowed down on the hotuks. The vendor looked at Hesche and began babbling in Vrakian and began taking off his shirt. Kathrinika answered with a few words and the vendor smiled and wrapped a couple more hotuks in a plain, brown bag.

“Mmmm, that was good,” exclaimed Kathrinika, licking her lips. “Our vendor friend was just wondering about your tattoo and was about to show you his but I talked him out of it. His tattoo covers most of his back and probably would have drawn some unwanted attention. The extra hotuks are…how does that idiom go – ‘for the road’. Shall we?”
"Of course... although I would've liked to see the tattoo. People are quite proud of their body art, I've found." He runs the fingers of his right hand down his left arm. "I suppose this does stand out, doesn't it? It did when I first got it--started wearing long sleeve shirts a lot--but then such things caught on and metallic tattoos are moderately common now. Just the next step in ritual scarification, I guess." He chuckles.

"Where to now?"

"Actually, yes." Al-Thynniyan removes Rijil's little card from the computer. "The omniadaptor is one such product. Because we work with so many different systems with such different ports, we came up with this little thing. Basically, it's a series of conductors suspended in a malleable plastic mesh controlled by a small number of nanites that can rearrange it to fit most any port needed. Saves a lot of trouble by serving as a universal adaptor."

“Very interesting Mister Al-Thynniyan. I represent Icarus Computers and Electronics and I sure would like to see more of your products.”

Laughter rippled across the room and someone else, a walrus, said, “We all would like to see more and make profits! Please continue sir.”

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"Where to now?"

Kathrinika frowned slightly, “Well, body art is allowed in the Kingdom but it has been associated with some of the less desirable elements among some people. Don’t worry though, most people don’t really care – although yours is unique since it doesn’t use ink, right? Anyhow, we should go this way…”

Suddenly a commotion could be heard. A walrus on his motorized litter was bellowing at a street vendor. The poor fellow was nervously picking up some fruit that he spilled and was cowering, trying to shield himself from the walrus’s rage. The walrus barked to one of his attendants and the eyes of the vendor grew wide. He fell down, making pleading gestures while the attendant withdrew a whip…

“Very interesting Mister Al-Thynniyan. I represent Icarus Computers and Electronics and I sure would like to see more of your products.”

Laughter rippled across the room and someone else, a walrus, said, “We all would like to see more and make profits! Please continue sir.”
"Well, we have converted mostly to optical computers and energy distribution systems... Rijil said it was for better hardening reasons. While that's a bit too advanced to actually be useful to you... um..." Al-Thynniyan thinks for a moment, then snaps his fingers. "Our optical router technology would be most useful for fiber-optic networks. Usually you need inefficient mirrors or even more inefficient conversion to copper-wire routers. Our advanced routers would remove those inefficiencies."

The dark-skinned man gets on a roll. "More-efficient engines that burn fuel cleaner with less heat waste. Techniques that would enhance your current TDP technology. Ecological restoration technologies. Computer models for traffic systems. Advanced chaotic weather analysis models, accurate for up to a month. Computing equipment, programming techniques. Manufacturing and resource processing technologies. We have a great deal to offer." He grins broadly. And profit from.

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Suddenly a commotion could be heard. A walrus on his motorized litter was bellowing at a street vendor. The poor fellow was nervously picking up some fruit that he spilled and was cowering, trying to shield himself from the walrus’s rage. The walrus barked to one of his attendants and the eyes of the vendor grew wide. He fell down, making pleading gestures while the attendant withdrew a whip…
Aww, bloody smegging hell. Don't blow it, Magnus, you're here to make and maintain friendly relations, not play police officer. Dammit, my idealism is showing. Hesche raises his left hand, as if he were about to throw something in his empty right--much like an American football player aiming for a shot--and grits his teeth. "Very quickly, Miss, tell me if the impending violence is acceptable. A simple yes or no will suffice, leave explanation for later."

He grins broadly. And profit from.

“Hmmm, perhaps we should save the questions for Mister Al-Thynniyan later? Then some of our company reps could give a brief spiel,” said the High Trade Director, addressing the audience. A murmur or agreement could be heard.

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Miss, tell me if the impending violence is acceptable. A simple yes or no will suffice, leave explanation for later."

Kathrinika, sensing Hesche’s tightening muscles, lightly restrained him and gave a sudden, cold glare, “Do not interfere. Let the police handle it. Don’t worry, that pakrah,” she said with disgust, “is trying to enforce the ancient market laws. Look, here come the police now.” Behind Hesche, two of their escort suddenly appeared and interposed themselves between the duo and the commotion.

The attendant did manage to get off one lash and then was roughly seized by two policemen. A scuffle broke out and the walrus on the litter got off and began to throw his weight around. Luckily, this patrol was accompanied by a massive walrus who, after a couple minutes, pinned the other walrus down – his tusks mere centimeters away and about to strike. Some bellowing could be heard and soon a police van could be seen trying to get through the mass of humanity, sirens blaring. Shopkeepers could be seen picking up strewn goods as a result of the little punch-up. The poor vendor at the center of the episode appeared to be only slightly hurt.

Kathrinika edged Hesche away from the gathering crowd and said,

“I’m sure you are well-trained and strong, but I don’t know how well you would fair against 1500 kg of enraged walrus. Let’s go.”

(OOC: Hmm... interesting, mettalic tattos, making as if to throw a non existant ball, and asking if violence is allowable... are the tattos implanted versions of the metallic electroshock/taser glove things the baddies have in "Stargate SG-1"?)

(OOC: Hmm... interesting, mettalic tattos, making as if to throw a non existant ball, and asking if violence is allowable... are the tattos implanted versions of the metallic electroshock/taser glove things the baddies have in "Stargate SG-1"?)

OOC: That sounds rather interesting. Hmmmm. I guess the only way to find out is if Hesche zaps someone...

"I'd greatly enjoy hearing what your industries have to offer." Al-Thynniyan positively beams.

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(OOC: Well, no, not really... although I am a avid SG-1 fan and never made that connection. How odd.

And besides, how diplomatic would it be to shoot energy all over the place? I was actually thinking of being a little more discrete. :wink: )

Hesche smirks slightly as he sticks his hands in his pockets, almost instantly relaxing. Someone watching wouldn't have known how tense he was thirty seconds ago. "Efficient police system you have here. Hopefully this isn't too common an occurance. Just as an aside, what offense correlates to whipping as a punishment in the ancient laws, and is that still an offense today?"

"I'd greatly enjoy hearing what your industries have to offer." Al-Thynniyan positively beams.

The High Director replied,

“Well, after you are done Mr. Al-Thynniyan I will give my presentation. But briefly, the various conglomerates offer a variety of services and products. Our manufacturing concerns such as Gargantua Manufacturing, Power Industries, and Valkyrie Manufacturing make a variety of consumer goods. The representative from Icarus said that they are into computers. I believe their latest computer, the civilian model Icky 4000 is now on the market?”

The Icarus rep nodded.

“Much of our industry is also geared towards arms manufacturing since, well, the world is a dangerous place. But we have offered our expertise overseas and have participated in ventures with other nations, such as Olgethorpia, Knootoss, Gradenk, and Derieties. A recently formed consortium among the major shipping and engineering firms offer modular shipbuilding ports for developing nations. That hasn’t been as successful as we would like though.

“We also do have limited tourism and Apollo group recently unveiled Apollo cruises. At the moment, the cruises are limited to just Vrak, but we hope to extend the cruiselines to other parts of the Klatch and perhaps even other overseas nations.

“I think it comes down to both of us finding a common ground on what we can offer. You mentioned our TDP technology – I’m sure gleaned from our general press release. We’ve offered full licenses to fellow Klatch members and limited licenses to other interested parties, namely those nations within the UTP. I’m sure we can come to an agreement in this area. It’s just that the technology gap is so great that again we wonder where we can find your needs.”

OOC: Just a shameless plug: The FKC website in all its glory! It might help you Scolopendra to know more what you’re dealing with here. I have to start making my own site for Vrak sooner or later.

http://www.freewebs.com/klatchia/index.htm

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Hesche smirks slightly as he sticks his hands in his pockets, almost instantly relaxing. Someone watching wouldn't have known how tense he was thirty seconds ago. "Efficient police system you have here. Hopefully this isn't too common an occurance. Just as an aside, what offense correlates to whipping as a punishment in the ancient laws, and is that still an offense today?"


Kathrinika replied,

“Hmm, basically from what I gathered is that the walrus on the litter, probably some grandson of a prince, felt insulted that the vendor dropped the basket of fruit. That isn’t a punishment in of itself but if disrespect is shown to one of higher station, then three lashes could be given out. Disrespect is punishable, but not by the lash. The police now have to find out if offense was truly given. The laws that govern the interaction between the various classes are complex, but I should mention that even the King cannot wantonly punish a peasant. There are built-in protections even if they are not clearly evident. Our wise King Vrak the First is trying to change some of the ancient customs though. He realizes, and I agree, that some of these customs have been holding Vrak back from joining the rest of the Klatch and the world. One of the ones that the King is trying to change is the law that makes it a criminal offense to make insulting remarks about the King's weight. Really, our King is quite jovial and able to laugh off almost anything. Because of this, he is loved by all Vrakians.

(OOC: I'm updating the old Saturnian System maps... then again, I should probably add a bit more Solar System aspect to it due to the nature of the Triumvirate.)

Rijil calls in from the side, leaning comfortably on a side table. "Well, there's always raw material resources and culture. My best guess would be that, given your aquatic nature," he nods to the walruses, "you'd have better watercraft than we would simply because you know what works from intuitive nature."

Al-Thynniyan nods his agreement. "Yes. We have a bit of a water-sport industry, as Titan's shallow oceans have turned out to be excellent for coral reefs. Ecological impact is always a concern, but I'm sure we can come to some middle-point on that.

"As for my presentation, it's intentionally rather brief. It's just an overview. I am ready to answer any questions you may have."

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Magnus nods with a shrug. "Doesn't look to me like insult was intended; poor guy was scrambling for his wares. Probably tripped on something."

Scanning the area, he grins. "Well, crisis averted. Now where to?"

"As for my presentation, it's intentionally rather brief. It's just an overview. I am ready to answer any questions you may have."



A representative from Hydra Mining spoke up,

“What kind of material resources and in what quantity are you looking for?”

Another Icarus rep also stated, “Well, we do have various television programming of which some may be suitable for your tastes. I’m sure my Valkyrie Entertainment colleague also has some products that you might be interested in.”

The Valkyrie rep nodded and said, “And of much better quality I should add.”

General laughter could be heard.

A Gargantua Shipping rep said, “We do make a variety of small watercraft that might be suitable for your needs.”

The previous Icarus Computer rep asked, “I would like to hear more about your router technology.”

The High Director chuckled, “Please everyone, we have to begin the tour of our research center soon so let’s keep this brief shall we?”

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Scanning the area, he grins. "Well, crisis averted. Now where to?"



Kathrinika gently steered Hesche along and grinned, “Well, we have a bit of a walk ahead of us.”

The two gamely weaved their way through the bustling crowd. In addition to the usual sights, there can also be seen a light armoured transport vehicle stationed on random corners of the marketplace. These vehicles have police markings and, for the most part, the crew manning them look bored. Sometimes a police patrol could be seen returning to a vehicle.

Soon, the perimeter of the Open Square is seen – marked clearly with the towering pillars. Beyond, one can see a row of smallish dome-like apartments and office buildings and – looming over all, a huge dome (OOC: Say around 200 meters in height. Think Toronto Skydome but much larger in volume).

http://www.skydome.com/aboutskydome/funfacts/

A representative from Hydra Mining spoke up,

“What kind of material resources and in what quantity are you looking for?”
Rijil speaks up, not moving from his careful balancing against the table, arms crossed. "Minerals, especially transition metals rarer in the asteroid belt, such as titanium, aluminum, molybdenum. Biomass, different breeds of common domestic animals and plants. Genetics are tricky to regulate on a moon. Quantity is most likely 'as much as you'd like to sell.'"

Another Icarus rep also stated, “Well, we do have various television programming of which some may be suitable for your tastes. I’m sure my Valkyrie Entertainment colleague also has some products that you might be interested in.”

The Valkyrie rep nodded and said, “And of much better quality I should add.”
"Hum, culture." Al-Thynniyan grins. "Scolopendrans tend to like foreign expression, including television programming... our heterogeneous society causes us to enjoy novelty. Those should sell well.

A Gargantua Shipping rep said, “We do make a variety of small watercraft that might be suitable for your needs.”
"Outstanding. We tend to work with production licensing contracts, as it's more profitable in the long run for both nations... transportation costs can become excessive."

The previous Icarus Computer rep asked, “I would like to hear more about your router technology.”
Rijil interjects again. "Rather than worry with complex mechanical arrays of mirrors, we use optronics... think integrated circuits for light. Bending light around turns does cause a small amount of signal loss, but integrated repeaters alleviate most of it."

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Kathrinika gently steered Hesche along and grinned, “Well, we have a bit of a walk ahead of us.”
Hesche grins. "Excercise is good, especially to relieve a little tension. Sorry about that earlier... but our culture has something against standing still when the helpless need help. Has to do with the Capricorn Group's policies and other such ancient history."

Soon, the perimeter of the Open Square is seen – marked clearly with the towering pillars. Beyond, one can see a row of smallish dome-like apartments and office buildings and – looming over all, a huge dome.
Looking up with a low whistle, the Scolopendran grins. "Impressive. Looks maybe sixty, seventy levels tall. I want to say 'Dome of Justice,' but who knows, I could be wrong."

The High Director answered,

“Ah, those metals are, for the most part, tied quite heavily to our military industrial complex. But I’m sure we could probably negotiate something here. Regarding optronics, well, our scientists have only theorized such capabilities while you use it in everyday uses it seems. But perhaps by optimizing our fiber optic networks would be a positive step.”

The Hydra Mining rep speaks up again, “Well, I should add that there are some parts of Vrak that are still unexplored but we are presently undertaking surveys to rectify that. ”

The Icarus reps are still shaking their heads in amazement about the omniadaptor and router technology. Both the Valkyrie and Icarus entertainment reps busily consult their respective networks regarding programs suitable for export. Meanwhile, the Gargantua rep is searching through his briefcase for promotional watercraft brochures.

Meanwhile, other reps from major retail concerns were trying to get their voices heard.

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“That is the King’s palace and there you will find the Royal Library along with the Vrakian Parliament,” Kathrinika said with pride. We can’t see the outer wall from here…oh wait…can you see that? Those are the uppermost battlements.”

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OOC: We completely forgot about S.H.O.D.A.N. and Jur.

Jur turned to S.H.O.D.A.N. as Al Rijil and Al-Thynniyan exited with the various humans and walruses and politely asked, “Would you care to see the Royal Library now?”

The Hydra Mining rep speaks up again, “Well, I should add that there are some parts of Vrak that are still unexplored but we are presently undertaking surveys to rectify that.”
Advisor Rijil raises an eyebrow and grins at that statement. "Exploration, eh? Can we get in on that?"

The Icarus reps are still shaking their heads in amazement about the omniadaptor and router technology. Both the Valkyrie and Icarus entertainment reps busily consult their respective networks regarding programs suitable for export. Meanwhile, the Gargantua rep is searching through his briefcase for promotional watercraft brochures.

Meanwhile, other reps from major retail concerns were trying to get their voices heard.
Al-Thynniyan merely grins at his sudden popularity.

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“That is the King’s palace and there you will find the Royal Library along with the Vrakian Parliament,” Kathrinika said with pride. We can’t see the outer wall from here…oh wait…can you see that? Those are the uppermost battlements.”
Magnus looks where directed and nods. "Quaint. We don't have any fortresses--well, never did on Titan, but we had a few back in the Meditarranean before it disappeared--so that's something new to me." He looks somewhat relieved that whatever he was doing (or about to do) back in the market hadn't offended his guide.

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OOC: We completely forgot about S.H.O.D.A.N. and Jur.

Jur turned to S.H.O.D.A.N. as Al Rijil and Al-Thynniyan exited with the various humans and walruses and politely asked, “Would you care to see the Royal Library now?”
(OOC: Nah, they just had an extended lunch filled with cordial small-talk and other friendly pleasantries.)

"But of course," S.H.O.D.A.N. grins, eyes shifting to a sort of greenish-turquoise in color. "It is the primary reason I came, after all... that and to catch up with a few acquaintances." She smiles warmly.

Advisor Rijil raises an eyebrow and grins at that statement. "Exploration, eh? Can we get in on that?"

The Hydra rep replied, “Tell you what I can do. If we can meet later then we can discuss the details. Here’s my card and contact numbers. By the King’s tusks, you guys are going to be exhausted, eh?”

After a few more minutes of questions and answers coupled with brochures, CDs, and various other promotional pharaphanelia being pressed on both Advisor Rijil and Al-Thynniyan, the High Trade Director said,

“Noble Vrakians. It is now time for the research facility tour. All those who are cleared may now exit to the waiting limousines. Shall we?”

Some of the lower level reps exited first and went back to their respective company headquarters, after politely but firmly making sure that the Scolopendrans had their business cards.

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Magnus looks where directed and nods. "Quaint. We don't have any fortresses--well, never did on Titan, but we had a few back in the Meditarranean before it disappeared--so that's something new to me." He looks somewhat relieved that whatever he was doing (or about to do) back in the market hadn't offended his guide.

Hesche and Kathrinika drew closer to the King’s Palace, making their way through the apartments and dwellings. The general hubbub of the Open Square could still be heard but a serene quietness became more apparent. The Outer walls were easily 30 meters in height and ringed with various weaponry – mostly anti-aircraft to Hesche’s trained eye. The small gate that they proceeded to was guarded by four armed marines in Royal Dress. Kathrinika spoke to one of the guards and flashed her ID card. After a couple minutes the guard came back and waved them in.

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"But of course," S.H.O.D.A.N. grins, eyes shifting to a sort of greenish-turquoise in color. "It is the primary reason I came, after all... that and to catch up with a few acquaintances." She smiles warmly.

S.H.O.D.A.N. and Jur made their way to the waiting limousine. Jur, feeling happy and slightly giddy at being in the company of his charming and attractive guest, remarked,

“You know something S.H.O.D.A.N., you are one of the very few outsiders even allowed in the Royal Library. The Library itself is huge and most of it is open to the general public but some volumes have restricted access. The ones dealing with our long history falls into the latter category and there you will be able to view the original, ancient manuscripts and artwork relating to the Polar Bear and Orca race.”

Jur then slightly frowned as he continued,

“It troubles me to ask this of you, and I’m only guessing at your capabilites, but would you be so kind as to…ah…not record and store the information found within the restricted areas of the Library? Our history is dear to us and, at the present time, not available for release except for our scholars. However, I can refer you to some of our most noteworthy scholarly work in this area should you wish to take some information back to your land. Secondary source information I know, but that's the Library's policy.”

“Noble Vrakians. It is now time for the research facility tour. All those who are cleared may now exit to the waiting limousines. Shall we?”

Some of the lower level reps exited first and went back to their respective company headquarters, after politely but firmly making sure that the Scolopendrans had their business cards.
Al Rijil stuffs the wad of business cards into one of his pockets. Great. Now I can tile my bathroom.

The Scolopendrans follow along, letting their hosts and curiosity lead the way.

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The Outer walls were easily 30 meters in height and ringed with various weaponry – mostly anti-aircraft to Hesche’s trained eye. The small gate that they proceeded to was guarded by four armed marines in Royal Dress. Kathrinika spoke to one of the guards and flashed her ID card. After a couple minutes the guard came back and waved them in.
"I've just been noticing... APCs on the street, armed guards, ack-ack on the rooftops. I suppose security is a major concern?" Hesche follows along, speaking softly to not disturb the mood of the environment.

====

"It troubles me to ask this of you, and I’m only guessing at your capabilites, but would you be so kind as to…ah…not record and store the information found within the restricted areas of the Library?”
S.H.O.D.A.N. chuckles softly. "I'm sorry... I've an eidetic memory. You are basically asking me to not remember anything I experience." She smiles. "Trust me... anything I see stays here." She taps the side of her forehead with long index finger. "I understand the honor I'm being granted and I will not abuse its privledges."

The Scolopendrans follow along, letting their hosts and curiosity lead the way.


The entire delegation exited the luxury hotel into several waiting limousines, with smiling men and women professionally opening the doors. The odd Vodnik hummer could be seen amongst the limousines providing extra protection for this VIP party. Soon, they were on their way.

The High Trade director, occupying the entire seat opposite Advisor Rijil and Al-Thynniyan said,

“Quite busy in there, no? I apologize if some were, shall we say, forward but the opportunity to open up trade channels with such an advanced nations as yours is a rare opportunity. Ah well, perhaps the tour of our pilot TDP plant will be more relaxing. After that, you are basically free although an escort will be provided. I’m sure some company representatives would like to treat you to dinner and perhaps hold some informal talks? Anything official can be done within the next few days. Please keep in mind that we don’t expect some earth-shattering deals to be inked since we’ve just met. After all, we want you to feel comfortable and not rushed. So let us know how you wish to proceed.”

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"I've just been noticing... APCs on the street, armed guards, ack-ack on the rooftops. I suppose security is a major concern?" Hesche follows along, speaking softly to not disturb the mood of the environment.

Kathrinika replied,

“Yes, well, our nation did host the World Court which had everyone on edge. As well, the bombing of Dyelli Beybi by Der Angst is also quite troubling. Besides, there is always the odd lunatic cult that tries to kidnap people or create unrest. Most dissident groups are found in the remote areas of Vrak. Vrak is a large country and order is a top priority.

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S.H.O.D.A.N. chuckles softly. "I'm sorry... I've an eidetic memory. You are basically asking me to not remember anything I experience." She smiles. "Trust me... anything I see stays here." She taps the side of her forehead with long index finger. "I understand the honor I'm being granted and I will not abuse its privledges."

Jur nodded. “Well, I have to ask the Royal Librarian and see what can be arranged.”

Soon they drew near an immense wall, easily 30 meters high and made of stout stones. Behind that, a huge dome measuring 200 meters squatted in place, measuring other buildings against its own bulk. They approached a gate and were stopped by a contingent of Royal Dress Vrakian marines. A brief exchange and the limousine eased through the gates and turned left. A smaller dome could be seen attached to the much larger one.

“That is the Royal Library. Unimpressive from the outside, as most Vrakian buildings are, but I think you might be satisfied once we go inside,” said Ambassador Ratyuig.

After all, we want you to feel comfortable and not rushed. So let us know how you wish to proceed.”
"We're playing this one by ear." Rijil grins. "It's sorta a vacation for me. Let's see how we're feeling after the tours."

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“Yes, well, our nation did host the World Court which had everyone on edge. As well, the bombing of Dyelli Beybi by Der Angst is also quite troubling. Besides, there is always the odd lunatic cult that tries to kidnap people or create unrest. Most dissident groups are found in the remote areas of Vrak. Vrak is a large country and order is a top priority.
"Ah, I'd read the Three-Teef's report of their aerospace cover operations during the World Court. Not much except getting to escort some Kalessin ponce over the border into a field. Got some real pretty gun camera footage. They've got beautiful dragons, have to give them that much... the hedonistic bastards."

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“That is the Royal Library. Unimpressive from the outside, as most Vrakian buildings are, but I think you might be satisfied once we go inside,” said Ambassador Ratyuig.
"Oh, I expect to be." S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles broadly.

"We're playing this one by ear." Rijil grins. "It's sorta a vacation for me. Let's see how we're feeling after the tours."

The limousines pulled up to a facility that, on the outside, resembled that of an oil refinery. The High Trade Director said to the Scolopendrans, “Welcome to our pilot TDP plant. This is our latest breakthrough in environmental technology. If this is successful, we can begin building more facilities throughout the Kingdom and control our waste concerns better. We already signed a deal with Oglethorpia allowing them a limited license and joint collaboration in this particular field.”

A man dressed in a factory uniform wearing a white hard hat came up. After exchanging pleasantries and identifying himself as the plant manager he began to lead the group on the tour.

“Just let me know if you have any questions,” he replied jovially.

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"Ah, I'd read the Three-Teef's report of their aerospace cover operations during the World Court. Not much except getting to escort some Kalessin ponce over the border into a field. Got some real pretty gun camera footage. They've got beautiful dragons, have to give them that much... the hedonistic bastards."

Kathrinika led Magnus into the King’s Palace and, after winding their way through several passages and up stairs reached the gallery. Below, a large room lined with benches and populated with walruses and humans could be seen. At one end there was a richly dressed walrus sitting on a dais, seemingly asleep. Courtiers and various other aides could be seen rushing about. The area below was shielded with thick, bulletproof glass but the voices below could be heard through speakers. That is, the glass formed a partition to protect the politicians below

“From here we can observe the Vrakian National Parliament,” she remarked ,”and actually listen in. When I first started out I was an intern in the Parliament so that’s why I know my way around here. At least the important areas like the cafeteria.”

The speaker crackled and hissed then a deep voice could be heard…

“Ambassador Hagwonak. Give us your fact-finding report on your visit to Iesus Christi and the conference on the Elf problem.”

Another voice, although not as deep as the first one, replied,

“Fellow Vrakians. I felt privileged to attend the nation of Iesus Christi to inquire as to exactly what constitutes this “elf menace.” To the best of our knowledge, there are no elf people found within Vrak. So why go to this conference? The answer is simple really. In order for Vrak to make itself more well-known outside Klatchia we have to become more familiar with international matters. The….”

[OOC: more can be found here: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=67527 ]

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"Oh, I expect to be." S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles broadly.

S.H.O.D.A.N. and Jur, after passing through a checkpoint, entered the hallway that formed a demarcation between the outside world and the library proper. The hallway itself was a vaulted ceiling like structure that, if one looked to the left or right, curved around soon disappeared out of sight. The hallway itself was about 5 meters wide and various pieces of art could be seen and some people (including walruses) could be seen pausing and admiring the artwork.

[OOC: That is, if you look at it from the top, you will see two circles, a slightly smaller one inside a bigger one. The gap is the hallway.]

A tall man wearing traditional garb came out and, after bowing to S.H.O.D.A.N., said,

“Welcome to the Royal Library. I shall be your guide for today. You may call me Ike. Right now we are inside Artwork Hall. Would you like to see the Great Hall first and then after that, whatever tickles your fancy?”

“Just let me know if you have any questions,” he replied jovially.
"Will do." Rijil grins.

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“Fellow Vrakians. I felt privileged to attend the nation of Iesus Christi to inquire as to exactly what constitutes this “elf menace.” To the best of our knowledge, there are no elf people found within Vrak. So why go to this conference? The answer is simple really. In order for Vrak to make itself more well-known outside Klatchia we have to become more familiar with international matters. The….”
Magnus smirks darkly at the mention of Iesus Christi. "I don't trust that nation any further than I could throw it... and I'm no good at tossing landmasses. Military dictatorships of any sort irk me, but theocratic oppressive ones... those really take the cake."

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A tall man wearing traditional garb came out and, after bowing to S.H.O.D.A.N., said,

“Welcome to the Royal Library. I shall be your guide for today. You may call me Ike. Right now we are inside Artwork Hall. Would you like to see the Great Hall first and then after that, whatever tickles your fancy?”
S.H.O.D.A.N. bows shortly with a grin. "Thank you, kind Ike. That sounds like a most delightful plan; having no knowledge of this place, I look forward to your guidance."

Through the maze of pipes, grinders, reactors, and tanks the plant manager explained the TDP process in detail while fielding questions from the delegation.

“…and here is where the slurry enters the flash vessel, liberating some of the water that returns upstream to preheat the flow in the first stage reactor. So any excess is used again, thus making the entire process more efficient. By the way, did you know that if a 175 pound man fell into here,” waving to the grinder, “that he would come out the other end as 38 pounds of oil, 7 pounds of gas, 7 pounds of minerals, and 123 pounds of sterilized water? Pretty neat, eh? Ha ha! But we aren’t going to start throwing people in there.”

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Kathrinika rested her hand on Hesche’s forearm and politely asked,

“Well, some outsiders have referred to us as a military dictatorship. What do you think of our nation so far Magnus Hesche?”

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Ike bowed again and, catching a full view of S.H.O.D.A.N. stammered, “Ah…um…yes. Please follow me.”

They passed through an open doorway that had sturdy, oaken doors braced with metal bands. Inside, the horseshoe-shaped room had a huge vaulted ceiling, much larger that the hallway. Rows of tables could be seen with people reading and studying various tomes while the edges had large cases crammed with books. Looking up, on could see level and levels ringed with iron railings. That is, if you cut in half a typical building, you would see the exposed insides. Smaller desks could be seen near the railings and beyond that, more bookcases. At the far end, open elevators could be seen shuttling people up and down. Some sculptures could be seen in nearby alcoves. Uniformed guides in dress similar to Ike’s walked about purposefully. A nearby guide bowed to the small group.

"The Great Hall," said Ike proudly, with a sweep of his arms.

"But we aren’t going to start throwing people in there.”
"Ya gotta tell 'em," Rijil grins to himself under his breath, "ya gotta tell 'em! Soylent fuel is made of people!"

"Shh," Al-Thynniyan hisses, "pay attention."

Rijil rolls his eyes and continues watching.

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“Well, some outsiders have referred to us as a military dictatorship. What do you think of our nation so far Magnus Hesche?”
"At least yours seems to work without oppressing the people so much. Being a nation of idealists, we prefer democracies, but being realists as well, we can't complain about other nations if their governments work. I just it odd that an admittedly atheist nation would have anything to do with those theocratic facists."

Hesche shrugs. "Then again, our admittedly pseudosocialist nation is having more and more to do with big business. Go figure."

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Ike bowed again and, catching a full view of S.H.O.D.A.N. stammered, “Ah…um…yes. Please follow me.”
S.H.O.D.A.N. chuckles softly to herself. I've made more of an impression here than I have in a long time, and the avatars aren't even constructed with beauty in mind. It's somewhat flattering, even if it is both coincidental and unsubstantial.

"The Great Hall," said Ike proudly, with a sweep of his arms.
She smiles, looking about the room hungrily, eyes flickering over the promise of information. "Outstanding. Simply outstanding." She looks almost... awed?

Rijil rolls his eyes and continues watching.

The delegation winds its way through more tanks and it appears that the tour is drawing to an end.

“…and so we can make slight adjustments as to what kind of products we want that come out. Generally though, what goes in will determine what comes out but we always get water and usually oil. Basically, if it’s carbon-based, well, we can deal with it. Are there any questions?” asked the plant manager.

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Hesche shrugs. "Then again, our admittedly pseudosocialist nation is having more and more to do with big business. Go figure."

“Hmmmm,” purred Kathrinika as other voices poured out from the speaker.

“You know, it is possible to request transcripts of some of the proceedings if it’s low level enough, “ said Kathrinika, “What else would you like to see? The Royal Library is within this complex as is the Royal Museum.”

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She smiles, looking about the room hungrily, eyes flickering over the promise of information. "Outstanding. Simply outstanding." She looks almost... awed?

Ike began walking down the main path dividing the rows of benches and said, “We also have various computer kiosks for users to access information.”

Some people did a second take when they saw S.H.O.D.A.N. but most paid her no heed since they were buried deep in their books – perhaps studying?

"Are there any questions?”
Rijil grins. "If I remember correctly, you used a series of pressure cookers, filters, and enzymatic baths to break down the constituents. What enzymes have you experimented with?"

Al-Thynniyan is far more... practical. "How cost-effective is it?"

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“You know, it is possible to request transcripts of some of the proceedings if it’s low level enough, “ said Kathrinika, “What else would you like to see? The Royal Library is within this complex as is the Royal Museum.”
"Transcripts would probably be useful... we really should get to establishing a mission. I'll get on it when I return.

"Isn't Shodey supposed to be visiting the library? I'm not going to come between the Queen of the Mechanoids and anything even remotely resembling information." He chuckles. "What's in the museum? Sounds interesting."

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Ike began walking down the main path dividing the rows of benches and said, “We also have various computer kiosks for users to access information.”

Some people did a second take when they saw S.H.O.D.A.N. but most paid her no heed since they were buried deep in their books – perhaps studying?
S.H.O.D.A.N. concentrates more on the volumes that surround her than the people. Although mildly curious as to their purpose, she is more concerned with getting a chance to read and learn. "Computer kiosks, you say? What information is stored on them--electronic versions of library contents?"

Rijil grins. "If I remember correctly, you used a series of pressure cookers, filters, and enzymatic baths to break down the constituents. What enzymes have you experimented with?"

Al-Thynniyan is far more... practical. "How cost-effective is it?"

[OOC: May 2003 “Anything into Oil” http://www.discover.com/recent_issue/index.html

The plant manager replied,

“Well, the cost effectiveness is still being worked on by the bean counters. After all, if it more expensive to use the plastic gained from the TDP process then it won’t work I suppose. Mind you, our nation is undertaking this project in the interests of self-sufficiency so the question may be rendered moot.

Regarding enzymes, well, the cooking process itself breaks things down at the molecular level and, depending on the feedstock, cooking, and coking time we can tweak the process to get other, more specialty chemicals that may be even more profitable than oil. Basically, we’ve made water a friend in this process by not driving it out, unlike in earlier attempts.”

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"Isn't Shodey supposed to be visiting the library? I'm not going to come between the Queen of the Mechanoids and anything even remotely resembling information." He chuckles. "What's in the museum? Sounds interesting."

Kathrinika grinned and said,

“Well Magnus, it’s just a typical museum but filled with Vrakian artifacts that our Cultural division has managed to acquire. There are local museums, of course, but this one is one of the most well-funded. But it’s more of a general purpose museum and in some ways acts as a storage place for our nation’s progress. There are also eclectic items as well, such as the wrestling headgear from a famous walrus-fu wrestler.“

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S.H.O.D.A.N. concentrates more on the volumes that surround her than the people. Although mildly curious as to their purpose, she is more concerned with getting a chance to read and learn. "Computer kiosks, you say? What information is stored on them--electronic versions of library contents?"


Ike replied,

“Well, there is an ongoing project to transfer older volumes onto a digital format while most newer ones already are on CD. That is, the publishers now sell their literature both on paper and CD. Besides, there is nothing like holding onto a real book I’d say. But to answer your question, the information that can be accessed is basically whatever you see before you in book form - so yes, most of the library contents. What's nifty, and one feature that I enjoy, is you can even customize a CD with whatever information you require, for a fee of course. I should add that not all of the volumes, especially some of the ancient manuscripts, have been stored onto an electronic medium.”

Ike lead them to a typical kiosk station, which consists of a keyboard, mouse, and flat screen nestled within a cubicle.

“Or you can have a more private room if you wish,” added Ike, “the ones that our scholars use.”

Regarding enzymes, well, the cooking process itself breaks things down at the molecular level and, depending on the feedstock, cooking, and coking time we can tweak the process to get other, more specialty chemicals that may be even more profitable than oil. Basically, we’ve made water a friend in this process by not driving it out, unlike in earlier attempts.”
Rijil nods. "Particular enzymes will probably help the process along, but they'd have to be designed to work at the temperatures of the cookers."

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“Well Magnus, it’s just a typical museum but filled with Vrakian artifacts that our Cultural division has managed to acquire. There are local museums, of course, but this one is one of the most well-funded. But it’s more of a general purpose museum and in some ways acts as a storage place for our nation’s progress. There are also eclectic items as well, such as the wrestling headgear from a famous walrus-fu wrestler.“
"Walrus-fu?" Magnus raises one eyebrow. "Okay, you got me curious. Shall we hence?"

====

Ike lead them to a typical kiosk station, which consists of a keyboard, mouse, and flat screen nestled within a cubicle.

“Or you can have a more private room if you wish,” added Ike, “the ones that our scholars use.”
"Hmm." S.H.O.D.A.N. rubs her chin. So quaint... it'd take me positively hours to use standard I/O equipment just to get data I could download. "Don't you have something a bit more... direct? A dataport of some kind would be better for me. Privacy, on the other hand, is not wholly necessary."

Rijil nods. "Particular enzymes will probably help the process along, but they'd have to be designed to work at the temperatures of the cookers."

The factory manager nods back at Rijil and says, “Yes, well, you are right certainly and again, that is another project that we are working on in conjunction with this TDP plant. Perhaps sir, you have more thoughts on this subject you would like to elaborate on?

OOC: Ah, I’m not a science major. Have mercy!

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"Walrus-fu?" Magnus raises one eyebrow. "Okay, you got me curious. Shall we hence?"

“Oh yes,” said Kathrinika excitedly as she clapped her hands together, “The walrus-fu matches are very entertaining.” She blushes. “Actually, I’m a big fan. Perhaps during your stay we can see a match? Anyhow, the museum is this way.”

They exited the gallery, leaving behind the sonorous tones of the politicians and weaved their way again through the hallways while passing several checkpoints and guards. Soon, they entered a particular passage and at the end Hesche could see a large sign in Vrakian.

“That is the Royal Museum. The King’s palace, the Royal library and the Royal museum are all interconnected. Needless to say, our path is not taken by the public at large. By the way, are you getting a little hungry?”

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"Hmm." S.H.O.D.A.N. rubs her chin. So quaint... it'd take me positively hours to use standard I/O equipment just to get data I could download. "Don't you have something a bit more... direct? A dataport of some kind would be better for me. Privacy, on the other hand, is not wholly necessary."

“Ah…I’m afraid we cannot accommodate you. We don’t have that level of technology,” replied Ike apologetically - his tone indicating that he felt personally responsible for letting down S.H.O.D.A.N.

OOC: I’m assuming that the style of dataport you’re looking for is way beyond a modern tech nation.

The factory manager nods back at Rijil and says, “Yes, well, you are right certainly and again, that is another project that we are working on in conjunction with this TDP plant. Perhaps sir, you have more thoughts on this subject you would like to elaborate on?
(OOC: Aerospace engineering (so specialization in thermodynamics, soon to be fluid dynamics, and physics; subsets in electrical, chemical, and mechanical sciences) major with an interest in everything else. Sorry.)

"All sciences are related in ways that traditional thinking fails to see. The concept is 'nexialism' or 'consilience.' What you might want to do is work with biologists to see what naturally occuring enzymes work the best, and then work with biomedical engineers to come up with ways to adapt their knowledge to the system. Once biologists say that enzyme Y works, the BMEs can construct enzymatic screens or dialysis-style equipment to maintain enzymes and extract useful materials. They in turn will have to talk to civil engineers and fluid dynamicists for the knowledge to turn their relatively small personal-scale equipment into something that'd work for the plants.

"Also, seeing how enzymes are no more than protein, which is no more than CHON, the plant can feed itself for the raw materials necessary to make the enzymes. Geneticists could design a tissue to produce them, and that tissue could be kept on a sort of polymer scaffold inside the machines the BMEs make."

Looking at Al-Thynniyan, the paler-skinned Arab grins. "Another advantage to that is it would have great savings in maintenance costs in the long run, because the machine would be self-maintaining."

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“That is the Royal Museum. The King’s palace, the Royal library and the Royal museum are all interconnected. Needless to say, our path is not taken by the public at large. By the way, are you getting a little hungry?”
"Hmm. I once heard that the Capitol Hill complexes in old Washington D.C. were linked in a similar fashion." (OOC: Been down there IRL. Pretty cool.) Holding a hand to his stomach, Magnus pauses for a moment. "Hm... I would've thought those cakes would've held me over to dinner, but I guess the metabolism is just running a little hot." He grins to his guide. "I'm not going to keel over if we don't eat immediately, so I'll follow you."

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“Ah…I’m afraid we cannot accommodate you. We don’t have that level of technology,” replied Ike apologetically - his tone indicating that he felt personally responsible for letting down S.H.O.D.A.N.

OOC: I’m assuming that the style of dataport you’re looking for is way beyond a modern tech nation.
S.H.O.D.A.N. raises an eyebrow. "Hmm... maybe we misunderstand each other. Any sort of electronic input/output port will do; you must have phone lines, at least, assuming these terminals to be tied to a central mainframe."

(OOC: One compound word: Omniadaptor. Same way Rijil got the Ü83|21337 memcard to work with a Vrakian computer-controlled projector. Serial port, USB, Firewire, cable, phone line... I'm sure Shodey can deal with any compatibility issues. Simple matter of restricting bandwidth.)

Looking at Al-Thynniyan, the paler-skinned Arab grins. "Another advantage to that is it would have great savings in maintenance costs in the long run, because the machine would be self-maintaining."

“Hmmm,” replied the factory manager, “Well, we do have some built in features already. As I mentioned before, the flash vessel does liberate some of the water which returns back to preheat the flow into the first stage reactor. But of course your thoughts, sir, are being examined already by our scientists.”

The High Trade Director then cut in and said, “I believe this does end the tour of this particular facility,” who gets an agreeing nod from the factory manager, “So perhaps further discussion can be done back in the company lounge? Then we will go back to the hotel.”

OOC: First off, don’t apologize. I have great respect for those in the sciences and have an interest in science in general. But I’m an artsy fartsy I guess (B.A. in History but all my books are in Canada.). Looks like I have to hunt for more articles relating to this subject.

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"Hmm. I once heard that the Capitol Hill complexes in old Washington D.C. were linked in a similar fashion." (OOC: Been down there IRL. Pretty cool.) Holding a hand to his stomach, Magnus pauses for a moment. "Hm... I would've thought those cakes would've held me over to dinner, but I guess the metabolism is just running a little hot." He grins to his guide. "I'm not going to keel over if we don't eat immediately, so I'll follow you."

“Kathrinika responded, “I don’t know of this ‘Capital Hill’ you speak of, but it does sound fascinating. Well, I’m hungry. Would you like a coffee?”

They passed through the entranceway and Hesche could feel that they were on the uppermost floors of the complex. She motioned to a small coffee shop nestled nearby which gave a panoramic view of the lower-level exhibits. Other food court stores could be seen with various customers and museum staff bustling about.

OOC: Never been to that part of the States myself.

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.H.O.D.A.N. raises an eyebrow. "Hmm... maybe we misunderstand each other. Any sort of electronic input/output port will do; you must have phone lines, at least, assuming these terminals to be tied to a central mainframe."

(OOC: One compound word: Omniadaptor. Same way Rijil got the Ü83|21337 memcard to work with a Vrakian computer-controlled projector. Serial port, USB, Firewire, cable, phone line... I'm sure Shodey can deal with any compatibility issues. Simple matter of restricting bandwidth.)

Ike stammered, “Ah, well, yes. All of our terminals do connect to a mainframe. Are there any ports on this kiosk that you can…uh…use to access?”

OOC: SHODAN will find that the Royal Library computer is not connected to any other network except into the governmental Cultural Division. Probing about restricted areas will most likely set off alarms and shut down the kiosk. SHODAN is highly advanced so she could probably snoop I guess. Not saying that you will though. And yes, the kiosks do have limited bandwidth but still pretty speedy. After all, folks use it all the time to download stuff onto the CDs. I suppose they are akin to, say, a T1 connection?

The High Trade Director then cut in and said, “I believe this does end the tour of this particular facility,” who gets an agreeing nod from the factory manager, “So perhaps further discussion can be done back in the company lounge? Then we will go back to the hotel.”
(OOC: Did I mention I'm interested in history too? :wink: )
"Works for us." Al-Thynniyan announces, apparently getting a little tired of the technical discussion himself.

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They passed through the entranceway and Hesche could feel that they were on the uppermost floors of the complex. She motioned to a small coffee shop nestled nearby which gave a panoramic view of the lower-level exhibits. Other food court stores could be seen with various customers and museum staff bustling about.
"Coffee sounds good, given that it's around teatime anyway and the company is pleasant." Hesche grins. "Yeah, we Scolopendrans take our mid-afternoon tea sorta seriously... it's like a Spanish siesta for us, to take a little breather."

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Ike stammered, “Ah, well, yes. All of our terminals do connect to a mainframe. Are there any ports on this kiosk that you can…uh…use to access?”
(OOC: Shodey's promised to be on her best behavior. T1 is 1.544 megabytes a second, so that's... hm... a KJV bible is about that size... so a bible a second... nice.)

"It should." Kneeling down and looking behind the terminal, she locates the CAT-5 cable that connects it to the wall socket. "Ah, this'll do." She unplugs it from the back of the terminal and, holding the plug in her right hand, holds her left hand out in front of her, palm up as if holding something, exposing the inside of the wrist. A translucent turquoise-colored patch on her wrist writhes slightly as she puts the plug to it, and she closes her eyes momentarily as the integral omniadaptor accepts the plug.

She doesn't have to close her eyes, of course, but she does have a mild sense of theatrics. It's for effect.

As her mind draws information through the cable, she opens her eyes again and smiles warmly. "Thank you. This will do quite well."

(OOC: Did I mention I'm interested in history too? )
"Works for us." Al-Thynniyan announces, apparently getting a little tired of the technical discussion himself.

The delegation, headed by the factory manager, winded their way out of the main factory floor and back to the TDP offices. There they were led to a spacious lounge and soon various types of food and drink were brought out. Some members of the tour apologized to the Scolopendrans but they had to leave due to other work commitments – but not before leaving their business cards and promises of “let’s do lunch.”

Only a few high ranking company officials along with Kir and the High Trade Director remained.

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"Coffee sounds good, given that it's around teatime anyway and the company is pleasant." Hesche grins. "Yeah, we Scolopendrans take our mid-afternoon tea sorta seriously... it's like a Spanish siesta for us, to take a little breather."

A waiter came and took their order. Kathrinika asked, “Tell me a little about yourself and your land, Magnus. It sounds all so fascinating. One day, I would like to get an overseas post.”

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As her mind draws information through the cable, she opens her eyes again and smiles warmly. "Thank you. This will do quite well."

Ike’s eyes grew wide as he saw S.H.O.D.A.N. connect to the computer and begin to download information.

“Some form of advanced computer?” he whispered to Jur.
“Much more than that, Librarian Ike,” replied Jur, “Far more than you or I can imagine.”

Only a few high ranking company officials along with Kir and the High Trade Director remained.
Al-Thynniyan predictably hob-nobs with the company officials, trading whatever canned jokes executives have and engaging in pleasant banter.

Rijil stays near the window, quietly looking out, seeming to think.

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A waiter came and took their order. Kathrinika asked, “Tell me a little about yourself and your land, Magnus. It sounds all so fascinating. One day, I would like to get an overseas post.”
Magnus chuckles. "Well, the sea 'my' land is over is rather large and not watery. Scolopendra takes up most of the northwestern edge of Primary Continent and the Western Islands, but is actually much larger than that. The seas are quite shallow, so we have large underwater cities... as well as a burrowing tunnel network in the crust. Titan has no vulcanographic activity, so we can hollow out as much as we need to. We've built entire cities underground, complete with lighting and parks and whatnot. It's rather comfortable. The air on the surface is a little thin, but one gets used to it after a while."

He pauses, waiting for questions, comments, and the like.

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“Some form of advanced computer?” he whispered to Jur.
“Much more than that, Librarian Ike,” replied Jur, “Far more than you or I can imagine.”
"Sentient HyperOptimized Data Access Network, actually." S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles softly. "Used to simply be my title and definition, and has become a name over the years. And thank you for the compliments, both of you." She grins.

Rijil stays near the window, quietly looking out, seeming to think.

Kir slide over to Advisor Rijil and asked, “Well, Advisor Al Rijil, a kronor for your thoughts or do you wish some peace?”

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He pauses, waiting for questions, comments, and the like.

Kathrinika’s eyes widened as she realized Hesche was describing his land on another planet.

“By the King’s Tusks! You come from…space,” she exclaimed while pointing upwards with her hand, “What wonders you must have seen! Was your nation originally from Earth? Why did you move to Titan? Who can visit your land?”

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"Sentient HyperOptimized Data Access Network, actually." S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles softly. "Used to simply be my title and definition, and has become a name over the years. And thank you for the compliments, both of you." She grins.

Jur and Ike seemed embarrassed at being overheard.

“Ah…perhaps you wish to be left alone S.H.O.D.A.N.?” asked Jur politely, “That is, Ike will be nearby to lend you any assistance and I have to see if access can be granted to view the ancient manuscripts.”

“Well, Advisor Al Rijil, a kronor for your thoughts or do you wish some peace?”
"Ah, nothing too important," Rijil says wryly, "just thinking of internal concerns."

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“By the King’s Tusks! You come from…space,” she exclaimed while pointing upwards with her hand, “What wonders you must have seen! Was your nation originally from Earth? Why did you move to Titan? Who can visit your land?”
"Yep. Spaceman Hesche at your service." He grins and raises his cup of coffee in salute. "Scolopendra was originally a collection of states along the Mediterranean seaboard; the Titan colonization effort was a last-ditch chance to escape pressure from much larger but less technologically advanced enemies. The colony ships left and, poof," he snaps his fingers, "Mediterranean Scolopendra disappeared and we found ourselves in the multiverse."

He takes a sip of his coffee, apparently closing any and all discussion on the 'multiverse.' "It's a generally free society, so anyone not from a hostile country is welcome to visit, given standard customs procedures."

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“Ah…perhaps you wish to be left alone S.H.O.D.A.N.?” asked Jur politely, “That is, Ike will be nearby to lend you any assistance and I have to see if access can be granted to view the ancient manuscripts.”
"Alone, accompanied, I'm relatively happy and easy when kept well fed." She taps the cable plugged into her arm as she sits down in the terminal's chair. "If you wish to be alone, or find me slightly... disconcerting," she smiles impishly, "then I'm not offended if you leave me to my own devices."

"Ah, nothing too important," Rijil says wryly, "just thinking of internal concerns."

“Very well,” replied the High Trade Director, “I shall inform you when we are about to leave for your hotel.”

====

He takes a sip of his coffee, apparently closing any and all discussion on the 'multiverse.' "It's a generally free society, so anyone not from a hostile country is welcome to visit, given standard customs procedures."

“It sounds so amazing,” Kathrinika said breathlessly, “I would love to see your country. I suppose it all depends on what happens at the end of your visit.”

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"Alone, accompanied, I'm relatively happy and easy when kept well fed." She taps the cable plugged into her arm as she sits down in the terminal's chair. "If you wish to be alone, or find me slightly... disconcerting," she smiles impishly, "then I'm not offended if you leave me to my own devices."

Jur grinned back and said, “Okay S.H.O.D.A.N. Ike will check up on you now and then. Is there anything he needs to know while you are…ah…downloading? That is, do you wish not to be disturbed? If you want, Ike can arrange a guard or deliver refreshments. I must go now and meet with the Head Librarian but I should return shortly.”

With that, he turned and waddled off.

“Very well,” replied the High Trade Director, “I shall inform you when we are about to leave for your hotel.”
Rijil nods. "Thank you, sir."

====

“It sounds so amazing,” Kathrinika said breathlessly, “I would love to see your country. I suppose it all depends on what happens at the end of your visit.”
"How things are probably going, we'll normalize relations, which'll open the door for ambassadorial exchanges and whatnot. Hopefully you'll get the post, if you want it."

Magnus sets his cup of coffee down. "What about you and yours? Just as I'm a stranger from a strange land, you're a stranger in a strange land to me." He grins. "Nice stranger in a nicely strange land, yes, but still unknown."

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Jur grinned back and said, “Okay S.H.O.D.A.N. Ike will check up on you now and then. Is there anything he needs to know while you are…ah…downloading? That is, do you wish not to be disturbed? If you want, Ike can arrange a guard or deliver refreshments. I must go now and meet with the Head Librarian but I should return shortly.”
"Have fun, Ambassador Ratyuig. As for guards, I can take care of myself; refreshments are not needed currently. If Ike has any questions," she looks at the librarian and smiles, "then he is certainly free to ask. It's only fair, what with this hyperadvanced quantum electronic intelligence downloading his libraries contents."

Magnus sets his cup of coffee down. "What about you and yours? Just as I'm a stranger from a strange land, you're a stranger in a strange land to me." He grins. "Nice stranger in a nicely strange land, yes, but still unknown."

“Oh, well, there isn’t much to tell about me,” giggled Kathrinika, “My mother and father are both career diplomats and my two younger brothers are in the navy. I think both of them serve on destroyers. Anyhow, I’ve always been interested in different cultures and languages even though Vrak is, well, isolated. We do keep up good relations with other countries in Klatchia and that keeps our cultural division very busy. I mean, the Klatch is not populated by all humans. There are the Dukratians to our immediate south and pixies in Nac Mac. There were some orcs in the Northern Territories but they seem to be gone now. I can’t begin to get into the wildlife.

When that big World Court event was going on, I was serving in the background. Kir Opru is my supervisor and his protégé, Ipshi Hagwonak – probably one of the finest ambassadors we have – communicated with Kalessin and also recently came back from Iesus Christi. I think you folks were there when Kalessin sent a dragon over our borders, right?

Anyhow, I really want to travel. I would love to see your land. Terraforming a moon! That only exists in our sci-fi novels.”

Magnus listens interestedly, for it is not everyday that someone gets to learn about a country from a native. "Good to see that humans and nonhumans are relating relatively well for once. It's always some crazy campaign after another, little brushfire wars we run to put out or save people when we can.

"Yeah, I remember Kalessin's little incursion. That baron got himself a nice six-Peregrin escort. Beautiful gun camera footage too. Could count the threads in his coat... if you ever get the chance to see that documentary we did on Kalessin, those really good dragon-in-flight clips? Yeah. Gun camera footage." Hesche shrugs. "A bit of trivia very few people know."

Grinning, he takes another sip of coffee. "I'll put in a good word for you when I get back. If you do get selected, I'd suggest getting used to rarefied air. There are mountains in Vrak, no? Get acclimated to the higher altitudes."

Grinning, he takes another sip of coffee. "I'll put in a good word for you when I get back. If you do get selected, I'd suggest getting used to rarefied air. There are mountains in Vrak, no? Get acclimated to the higher altitudes."

“Would you really put in a good word for me? That would be so kind of you Magnus. And yes, there are some big mountains in Vrak. The King’s range is a few hundred kilometers to the east of our capital and most of those mountains are about 3500 to 4000 meters in height. I guess I should buy some study hiking boots!”

She laughed happily and then said, “Would you like to tour the museum now? I sure hope your friends don’t mind me stealing you away.”

She laughed happily and then said, “Would you like to tour the museum now? I sure hope your friends don’t mind me stealing you away.”
"Oh, they'll be fine without me." Magnus chuckles. "I only hope they're getting along. Lead the way, Miss." Magnus sweeps a hand expansively towards the rest of the museum.

"Oh, they'll be fine without me." Magnus chuckles. "I only hope they're getting along. Lead the way, Miss." Magnus sweeps a hand expansively towards the rest of the museum.

Kathrinika led the way, holding onto Magnus’ arm in a playful, flirtatious manner. They descended down the nearest staircase and were greeted with exhibits of ancient pottery, primitive-looking weaponry and various other tools. There were also mannequins depicting various “life scenes” – such as a family gathering around the fire, a walrus telling some human children a story, or hunters bringing home food. Kathrinika went over to a kiosk and, after a small fee to the attendant, took a remote control looking device.

“All you have to do,” she explained, “is insert the earpiece and when you approach the exhibit, just point the remote at that exhibit’s infrared port and a you will hear a message about that exhibit. Or if you can’t get a good aim, just punch in the number since all the exhibits are numbered. Try it.”

OOC: Argh. I can’t remember how the current museum system works but I know you can put on earphones…

(OOC: Generally it's a 'guided-tour' sorta thing, if I remember correctly. Tape plays, follow tape.)

Hesche nods ands pulls up a description on the current display, the one with the walrus telling human children a story. "Honestly, this is kinda..."--he chuckles--"weird. It makes sense in an odd sort of way, but still, if I didn't know a little about Vrak I'd think this was a gag. A parody of some sort. Tickles the sense of the absurd a bit... which is what makes it so interesting."

OOC: Scolopendra, may I speed things along with Rijil and Ayman Al-Thynniyan? I can edit if you so wish.

The High Director waddles up to Al Rijil and informs him that they are ready to go back to the hotel. Ayman Al-Thynniyan is already waiting and soon the limousines cruise back to the Tusk. The High Director excuses himself as they reach their destination saying, “I have some other matters to attend to. We shall meet tomorrow.” And he is off.

Kir accompanies them to the Hotel and solicitously asks them if there is anything they need. Two smiling men can be seen providing an escort. (OOC: up to their rooms I’m afraid.)

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Hesche nods ands pulls up a description on the current display, the one with the walrus telling human children a story. "Honestly, this is kinda..."--he chuckles--"weird. It makes sense in an odd sort of way, but still, if I didn't know a little about Vrak I'd think this was a gag. A parody of some sort. Tickles the sense of the absurd a bit... which is what makes it so interesting."

Kathrinika nods. “I’m sure we do appear odd to outsiders but no different than any other nation that has multiple species in its composition.”

She leads him past more exhibits that show some old scrolls detailing – as the remote indicates – the writings of old philosophers and the beginnings of the Great Blood Wars.

“Is your nation composed of one species?” asked Kathrinika.

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Ike lightly tapped S.H.O.D.A.N.’s shoulder (OOC: That is, I don’t know if Shodan can do multiple things while downloading. Probably so. :) ) and said, “Ambassador Jur is back and, if you’re ready, can take you to see the Ancient Great Blood War Scrolls.”

OOC: Scolopendra, may I speed things along with Rijil and Ayman Al-Thynniyan? I can edit if you so wish.

Kir accompanies them to the Hotel and solicitously asks them if there is anything they need. Two smiling men can be seen providing an escort. (OOC: up to their rooms I’m afraid.)
(OOC: Works for me.)

A little bit of PT for Rijil, some bedtime prayer for Al-Thynniyan, and the two get some sleep in their respective rooms.

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Kathrinika nods. “I’m sure we do appear odd to outsiders but no different than any other nation that has multiple species in its composition.”

She leads him past more exhibits that show some old scrolls detailing – as the remote indicates – the writings of old philosophers and the beginnings of the Great Blood Wars.

“Is your nation composed of one species?” asked Kathrinika.
Hesche thinks about the K'zin teaching their lore in schools. "No, not anymore. Just before The Break, it was all humans. Humans were the only sentient species on Earth... or so we thought. We discovered the K'zin in the Tibetan Highlands when they called for help... and we absorbed them because they needed us. Mutual adaptation.

"Then the multiverse showed up, and we were extracting elves, lycanthropes, metahumans, neko... whoever needed us. It was odd, to be sure. We'd thought we'd gotten over prejudice, with all different kinds of humans living together more-or-less harmoniously... and then we get stuff we only saw in comics, sci-fi... odd. Really, really odd. But we adapted."

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“Ambassador Jur is back and, if you’re ready, can take you to see the Ancient Great Blood War Scrolls.”
S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles softly, looking up at the librarian as she disconnects the jack from her wrist. "Thanks... let me just put this back where I found it." Crawling back behind the terminal, she returns it to full functionality.

Turning around, she rises to her full 185.5 centimeter (6' 1") height, beaming with an almost glowing demeanor. "Lead the way..."

"Then the multiverse showed up, and we were extracting elves, lycanthropes, metahumans, neko... whoever needed us. It was odd, to be sure. We'd thought we'd gotten over prejudice, with all different kinds of humans living together more-or-less harmoniously... and then we get stuff we only saw in comics, sci-fi... odd. Really, really odd. But we adapted."

They passed along more exhibits while Kathrinika listened intently.

“Hmmmm. Well, “Vrak” actually is an ancient walrus-kind word for “The People”. Briefly, the walruses met up with us humans after their brief skirmishes with the Polar Bears and Orcas. My human ancestors initially thought of the walruses as gods. I mean, a talking walrus – right?”

She tilts her head.

“But the walrus-kind, feeling the effects of deception by the other two species I mentioned, vowed not to follow that path. They told us that they were not gods but sentient, like us. So we managed to work together and depend on eachother. Life in this cold land can be quite harsh. Better to have as many friends as possible but yet we Vrakians are suspicious of outsiders. A paradox, no?

====

Turning around, she rises to her full 185.5 centimeter (6' 1") height, beaming with an almost glowing demeanor. "Lead the way..."

Ike led her to the back of the library. A human female librarian in similar garb as Ike greeted them while a guard eyed S.H.O.D.A.N. suspiciously. The four of them turned down a hallway and entered an elevator. Soon, the elevator descended. Ike, being helpful, said, “The shaft is about a kilometer down and in the event of an attack, should be able to withstand most bombs”

They exited the elevator and were greeted with drab, grey concrete walls. Flourencent lights shone brightly as they made their way to the end of the tunnel. Along the way, S.H.O.D.A.N. noticed steel doors with keypad lock.

The second librarian smiled and swiped her identity card. The thick steel door grinded open and behind waited a jovial Jur.

“Ah S.H.O.D.A.N., we take the preservation of our most prized manuscripts very seriously. And luckily the Head Librarian and I were able to work out a compromise.”

At this, he nodded to the female librarian that guided them who then said tonelessly,

“You will only be able to view one Ancient Scroll for no more than 15 minutes. The scroll has already been determined by me. You will be accompanied by myself, Ambassador Jur, and one guard. After that, you will leave the Ancient Manuscript facility. Ambassador Jur has informed me of your capabilities and, quite frankly, I am none to pleased at your recording ability. But, in the interests of goodwill, I have…softened my position. If you do not accept these terms then I will have to ask you to leave now. Do you agree to the terms that I’ve set forth?”

"Better to have as many friends as possible but yet we Vrakians are suspicious of outsiders. A paradox, no?
"Blind faith isn't any good either... a little bit of suspicion is better than simply following." Hesche shrugs. "Although we do our best to be idealistic, reality is a factor. Ever since the Sketchian attack, we've been a lot more suspicious than previous... and if the Triumvirate has a street cred, it's for being rather paranoid about things just popping up in its space. We did go to Saturn for the express reason of escape, after all, and we've never quite gotten around the 'hunted' mentality, especially with the Melkorian Cold War."

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“Do you agree to the terms that I’ve set forth?”
S.H.O.D.A.N. actually seems to be slightly calmed by the sight of the suspicious guard--being much more used to suspicion from others than awe--and makes polite responses and greetings where appropriate. After the Conditions of Service briefing, she nods. "As I told Ambassador Jur, I respect your privacy. Anything I see doesn't leave this mind." She taps her temple again. "I am simply honored to have any chance with such highly-held information."

Kathrinika studied Hesche’s features as he was talking and then suddenly exclaimed, “In my own opinion Magnus, I see great things for our nation and yours. But then again, it certainly isn’t up to me to say how things will turn out. I mean, there is always a chance that our country will do something that will offend you.”

They continued walking, oblivious it seemed, of the waning day.

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The Head Librarian simply nodded and turned. She led the group to another door with a keypad in which she entered the combination. The steel door smoothly opened to reveal a large room with a huge metal table in the center. Four other librarians could be seen standing in a “ready” position. On one wall, there were rows of box-like openings, giving the appearance of safety deposit boxes at a bank or that of a mortuary. Each box had a temperature readout and control panel. The room lighting was dimmer than the hallway and there was no external sounds filtering in – taking on an almost sepulchral quality.

With a quick hand motion from the Head Librarian, the four went to one of the boxes and opened it. Then, carefully, they slide the tray out and gently picked up the scroll. Gingerly, they set the scroll at one end of the table and began to unroll it. The scroll itself was about 1 meter wide and, when finally finished, was 15 meters in length.

The stern librarian motioned to S.H.O.D.A.N. for a better view while the four assistants parted and stood at the opposite end of the table.

The scroll itself was old, very old. Strange writings could be seen framing the gruesome scenes. Walruses and humans could be seen fighting orcas and bears, bears maniacally offering up humans and walruses for sacrifices on their iron altars, orcas being crushed by ancient walrus war machines, huge fortresses being constructed by humans and walruses and subsequently repelling orca and bear attacks.

Blood, death, destruction, and madness rose up and was all that could be discerned from the ancient manuscript.

“The First Great Blood War,” said the Head Librarian softly.

"I mean, there is always a chance that our country will do something that will offend you.”
"Oh, we're pretty hard to offend. I'm sure my nation and yours will get along perfectly well." Magnus chuckles. "Hey, what can I say, I'm idealistic."

====

Blood, death, destruction, and madness rose up and was all that could be discerned from the ancient manuscript.

“The First Great Blood War,” said the Head Librarian softly.
S.H.O.D.A.N. nods quietly, arms folded behind her back, eyes quickly scanning. She walks with a very slow, deliberate pace, like an officer inspecting her troopers, her eyes never taken from the scroll, a look of intense concentration on her face.

Fifteen meters and fifteen minutes later, she turns to the head librarian and nods. "Thank you."

"Oh, we're pretty hard to offend. I'm sure my nation and yours will get along perfectly well." Magnus chuckles. "Hey, what can I say, I'm idealistic."

“Oops,” said Kathrinika while glancing at her watch, “Look at the time. I was…um…supposed to bring you back to your hotel about a half hour ago and I’m late.”

Suddenly she clasped Hesche’s hands and said, “Failure is frowned upon Magnus in my country. Please help me.”

====

Fifteen meters and fifteen minutes later, she turns to the head librarian and nods. "Thank you."

The Head Librarian nodded again and the four of them (S.H.O.D.A.N., Jur, Ike and the Head) exited the room and went back to the elevator without a word. At the elevator itself, the Head Librarian made a short bow to S.H.O.D.A.N. and said emphatically, “You are the first outsider ever to see the First Scroll of the Great Blood Wars. Good-bye.”

The doors closed and Jur chuckled softly while he looked over at S.H.O.D.A.N.

“Ah, she is efficient our Head Librarian but a little cold. Ah well, perhaps she needs some more sun. Please don’t think too badly of her my friend. It took an awful lot of convincing just to let you in the facility itself. She thought that you would memorize how to get in and…well…steal our manuscripts. The only thing that finally convinced her was this…”

Jur held up a small scroll that he managed to whisk out of his vest pocket.

“Our King sees things differently however.”

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Suddenly she clasped Hesche’s hands and said, “Failure is frowned upon, Magnus, in my country. Please help me.”
"Hrrmm." Hesche rubs his chin in thought, looking at his shoes momentarily. "How about this--I was so engrossed in the exhibits that I simply insisted that you allow me to keep learning about your country--which is true enough--and thus am willing to take any blame for showing up late. Besides, there's witnesses," he motions to the late-evening museum crowds, "and so we've an alibi if it comes to that."

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“Our King sees things differently however.”
S.H.O.D.A.N. whistles appreciatively. "Went all the way to the top? I'm quite honored... thank you, friend." Smiling warmly, she dips her head in thought for a moment. "I'll have to find some way to thank him for the opportunity."

"Hrrmm." Hesche rubs his chin in thought, looking at his shoes momentarily. "How about this--I was so engrossed in the exhibits that I simply insisted that you allow me to keep learning about your country--which is true enough--and thus am willing to take any blame for showing up late. Besides, there's witnesses," he motions to the late-evening museum crowds, "and so we've an alibi if it comes to that."

The duo made their way out of the museum complex and a worried Kathrinika made a call. Soon, a limousine pulled up and they both got in. The limo pulled away and headed towards the Tusk Hotel.

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S.H.O.D.A.N. whistles appreciatively. "Went all the way to the top? I'm quite honored... thank you, friend." Smiling warmly, she dips her head in thought for a moment. "I'll have to find some way to thank him for the opportunity."

Jur smiled, “Our wise King is more understanding than some people give him credit for. Some say he’s…well…too liberal.”

They exited from the underground facility of the Royal Library and Ike escorted them out. A limousine was waiting for S.H.O.D.A.N. and Jur to go back to the hotel.

“Farewell S.H.O.D.A.N.,” said Ike fondly, “I shall never forget your uniqueness.”

The duo made their way out of the museum complex and a worried Kathrinika made a call. Soon, a limousine pulled up and they both got in. The limo pulled away and headed towards the Tusk Hotel.
Magnus leans over slightly. "I hope you don't catch any flak for this. If anyone bothers you, send them my way. I won't see you get in trouble for doing your job... wouldn't be right."

====

“Farewell S.H.O.D.A.N.,” said Ike fondly, “I shall never forget your uniqueness.”
"Goodbye, Ike. Thanks for everything you've done, and all your help." Needless to say, you'll never be forgotten either. Eidetic memory and all...

At the Tusk Hotel

Magnus and Kathrinika’s limo pulls up to the hotel. A smiling man opens the door and motions for the pair to step out. They do and in the lobby is Kir. He does not appear to be happy.

About three minutes behind, another limousine arrives and S.H.O.D.A.N. gracefully slips out, followed by a lumbering Jur.

edit: weekend off. Will respond as soon as I can. 8)

They do and in the lobby is Kir. He does not appear to be happy.
Magnus waves. "Hello! I had an excellent time today... why so glum?" His face approximates concern admirably well.

About three minutes behind, another limousine arrives and S.H.O.D.A.N. gracefully slips out, followed by a lumbering Jur.
"Oh, hello, S.H.O.D.A.N.. How was your day?"

The avatar smiles serenely. "Enlightening."

Kathrinika disengaged herself from Magnus and approached Kir respectfully, head bowed and avoiding eye contact.

*Translated from Vrakian

-You are late, Kathrinika Oio.
-Yes Supervisor Opru.
-Explain.
-We lost track of time at the museum.
-“We?” It is your job to keep track of time, not to become enamoured with our guests.
-I am sorry Supervisor.
-This will figure in my report. Very well, carry out your duties.

[Insert any comments from Magnus here. He may not understand exactly what is being said but probably could discern from the body language or at least from Kathrinika’s mind if he was scanning. I don’t know if S.H.O.D.A.N. downloaded any language tapes but if she did, she could probably understand what transpired – although speaking the language is difficult.]

Kir turned and waddled away.

Jur looked at his colleague and merely signed as he left. He then turned to S.H.O.D.A.N.

“Well, I shall bid you good night and join you for an early breakfast tomorrow. Say 8 am in this hotel’s lobby? Good night Magnus Hesche.”

Then he climbed back into the limousine and sped away.

Kathrinika stood in the lobby, seemingly unsure what to do and possibly ready to cry.

Kathrinika disengaged herself from Magnus and approached Kir respectfully, head bowed and avoiding eye contact.

*conversation*
Magnus, considering it rude to mindread without permission and--not being cybered and thus not slotting Vrakian--not knowing the language, he works on body language. Hrm... she's being raked over the coals, but I can't particularly answer without knowing what was said. He looks over at S.H.O.D.A.N. curiously, who smirks with a worried face.

Yeah, definitely raked over the coals. "Hrm... don't be too hard on Miss Oio, sir."

"Quite." S.H.O.D.A.N. steps up and puts a hand on Magnus' shoulder, responding in Vrakian. "Our senior Diplomatic Officer here has a tendency to demand extra time... and he does love museums."

Hesche leans over and whispers in Shodey's ear. "Please tell me that was helpful."

"It was, hopefully."

Jur looked at his colleague and merely signed as he left. He then turned to S.H.O.D.A.N.

“Well, I shall bid you good night and join you for an early breakfast tomorrow. Say 8 am in this hotel’s lobby? Good night Magnus Hesche.”
"That would be outstanding, friend." S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles at Jur. "Sleep well."

"G'night, Ambassador." Magnus waves relatively weakly, somewhat confused on how to proceed with everything going on.

Kathrinika stood in the lobby, seemingly unsure what to do and possibly ready to cry.
Hesche turns to Oio and thinks. Oooookay, what do you do now? "I wouldn't feel to bad about it, Miss Oio." He manages a little grin. "It was my fault anyway... Will you be alright?"

S.H.O.D.A.N. decides to leave the two alone, going up to her room and lounging on a couch to think the night away.

The Tusk Hotel

Hesche leans over and whispers in Shodey's ear. "Please tell me that was helpful."

"It was, hopefully."

Kir turned and looked at the Scolopendrans. He was initially shocked at S.H.O.D.A.N.’s Vrakian but smiled inwardly at the mangling of the language.

“Your concerns have been noted.”

With that, he waddled off.

Hesche turns to Oio and thinks. Oooookay, what do you do now? "I wouldn't feel to bad about it, Miss Oio." He manages a little grin. "It was my fault anyway... Will you be alright?"

“I...I…I’ll be fine,” replied a flustered Kathrinika, “I have to go to my office and compose my report. I will see you tomorrow Diplomatic Office Magnus Heshce.”

She used his full title, vainly trying to create a barrier in order to keep her mind on her job but yet…she couldn’t stop thinking of the possibilities. She called for a cab and, with a wave, bid Magnus and S.H.O.D.A.N. goodnight.

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Somewhere in Vrak…

*Translated from Vrakian

-Enter
-Good evening Intelligence Director
-High Trade Director. Welcome. Report. What say you of these Scolopendrans?
-They are obviously highly advanced, possibly on par with the Angelans in that they both use avatars. These atavars are most unique constructs and is representative of their technology.
-Indeed.
-They also use “optronics” in their systems, ah…” integrated circuits for light” which our scientists have only theorized about.
-Yes, I do have their full presentation here. It indicates that they would settle for cultural exports and raw minerals. What do you make of that?

(a soft chuckle)

-Well, they obviously are curious about us. I’m sure we can restrict such exports though. We do have a wide variety of shows to offer. I’m sure our major entertainment companies can tailor some of our shows to their tastes.
-Hmmm. I don’t think that now is the appropriate time to import any of their cultural products.
-Agreed Intelligence Director.
-What about this fascination of minerals?
-Well, our mineral wealth is perhaps one of the richest in the Klatch. They are interested in minerals that feed our military-industrial complex. Certainly we have to maintain our own levels first.
-Yes, but in exchange they offered what? Consumer goods, optronics, nanotechnology in the form of the omniadaptor, and the possibility of a…fusion-powered spaceframe? I suppose to make the exchange of goods easier. It seems that this “Triumvirate” of which they seem to be a member has the final say. Perhaps the Triumvirate” has control over each nation’s foreign policy and commerce.
-Well, they did say that the sale of weaponry conflicts with their ideals and that they specialize in terraforming and gravitics. But gravitics is a secure technology and may be hard to acquire.
-Hmmm. This terraforming sounds interesting but we don’t know all the benefits of it. Something about fossil fuels but I fail to see the connection. Inquire more in this area High Trade Director. As well, try to see if it would be possible to secure more gravitic scanners. The ones we have, well, we don’t know exactly the range on them. We don’t want to leave our nation vulnerable.
-I should add, Intelligence Director, that several of our companies are eager to open up further technical talks with the business entity ScoloMart.
-Of course. Any outside nations will have to go through our usual approval process, especially in regards to the granting of the Royal Charter.
-Some companies may not like that. I mean, they would probably want to speed the process up.
-Bah. We decide what they like or do not like. A flood of goods from a highly advanced nation could be potentially worrisome. After all, how would our own companies be able to compete? And if their products are designed for their optronic network, how would it even work in Vrak? Certainly more of an obstacle that a 110 volt plug with a 220 volt wall outlet.
-I would assume, Intelligence Director, that products from ScoloMart could be adapted for our requirements. Or perhaps even new varieties of existing products with Scolopendran/Vrakian design. After all, I doubt that all of their technology prowess would be availiable in, say, a dishwasher.
-You are being blasé High Trade Director. Need I remind you of the ramifications of dealing with a highly advanced nation? Other may think of it as wonderful but I have to consider everything.
-Yes Intelligence Director.
-Very well. To sum up, this is what I want you to do:
1) Compose a report of our current mineral wealth and decide how much can be safely exported.
2) Get in touch with Icarus and Valkyrie and find out what cultural exports they currently have – as long as they follow our guidelines. No news reports of any kind at all.
3) Find out more of their technologies. The optronics sounds especially promising and might be able to breath new life into our fledging robotics industry. Also inquire into the benefits of this terraforming. I’m not keen on seeing our wonderful nation changed into something else. Our TDP technology is currently not up for grabs but might be in the future if we can secure more from them. Use your wisdom in this.
4) Allow our companies to sign details with ScoloMart but make the Scolopendrans aware of the Royal Charter process. Monitor which companies are willing to export which products. Recreational watercraft, I should think, would be fine.

-As you command Intelligence Director.

With that, the High Trade Director waddled out, leaving the Intelligence Director to his thoughts. A click, and then a report from Kathrinika Oio - Level 1 Translator and Cultural Attaché, filtered in. Also Kir's and Jur’s reports were next to be read.

With a sign, the Intelligence Director began to read.

OOC: Damned server hangups from hell! :)

but smiled inwardly at the mangling of the language.
(OOC: You just keep telling yourself that. :D )

“I...I…I’ll be fine,” replied a flustered Kathrinika, “I have to go to my office and compose my report. I will see you tomorrow Diplomatic Office Magnus Heshce.”

She called for a cab and, with a wave, bid Magnus and S.H.O.D.A.N. goodnight.
"Be well, Miss Oio." Magnus waves, mildly dejected due to how such a nice day ended. Turning around, he sighs. "So, Shodey, what do you think I..."

Looking around, he realizes he's alone.

"...never mind then." He slouches up the stairs to his room and goes to bed, hoping tomorrow will be just as good but at least end on a high note.

OOC: Why, S.H.O.D.A.N. isn't super perfect. :) And I spelt Hesche's name wrong in the last post. :oops:

Let me know by telegram if you have any more thoughts here. I mean, all I have at the moment is perhaps after breakfast they might either a) meet with some company execs or b) all four go on a little tour somewhere. I don't really know where at the moment. Could always split them up again I suppose.

edit: the Klatch does have some weird wildlife so it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to have some of the species at the Royal Zoo.

A knock on the Scolopendran delegation door bright and early at 7:45 am.

“Ready for breakfast?” asked Kathrinika.

Al-Thynniyan mumbles something in Arabic and rolls over, putting his pillow over his head. Rijil responds with something short and probably not too polite (but not vulgar) in the same language to Ayman, then completes his last sit-up. "Give me a minute to deal with the businessman, ma'am," he calls.

Hesche pulls down the cuffs of his service uniform, brushing a little bit of dust off of the yellow time-in-service bands. "Heh, foorish civvies. How's he ever survive the monthly CDC training?"

"Ugh, I did my time." Al-Thynniyan sits up in bed, looking quite a bit the worse for wear. "Damned time zone changes." Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he gets to dressing.

Hrm. Bloody minimum-timer. Hesche smirks quietly to himself, and looks to Rijil, who nods with a similar look as he changes out of his threadbare Science Section PTs and into his white labcoat-ish uniform. Just more evidence that the Scolopendran government is a uniformed service, and it does have manditory physical training requirements.

About ten minutes later, Hesche and Rijil manage to get Al-Thynniyan decently clothed and in condition to pass inspection if no one looks too closely. "Urrr... ana abgha gahwah."

"Wahad da ghee ga, Ayman," Hesche grumbles, "maf hoom? We'll get you your coffee later."

Earlier, S.H.O.D.A.N. rolls herself off the couch as Rijil falls on his face for his morning pushups. Following his movements, she grins, doing one-handed fingertip pushups in time with Rijil's own diamond style. "Sabah al kair, Rijil."

"Sabah al kair, Shodey. You're such a showoff."

"Yah... I've just never performed morning PT before and would like to give you some company."

"Well..." Rijil starts grunting softly as the pushups start getting harder, shifting his hands into the more traditional shoulder-width apart, "...you have an unnatural advatage... ummff... no need to stress musculature, trick it to grow... urgh... no risk of atrophy... gah." Rijil rests a moment, arms extended, gasping gently. "And no... damned lactic acid. Must be great to avoid... the downsides of... aerobic respiration and anerobic fermentation."

S.H.O.D.A.N. pauses, then shifts to a sitting position. "Quite." After leaving Rijil to his morning routine, she putters about. When Kathrinika knocks, she opens the door with a smile, and does her best to entertain the diplomat for the ten minutes it takes for Ayman to get ready.

Kathrinika chatted politely with S.H.O.D.A.N. while trying to catch a glimpse of Hesche, but not being too obvious about it. Soon, the Scolopendran delegates are ready and Kathrinika leads them to the nearest elevator.

“I hope you all are having a wonderful time in our country,” said Kathrinika gaily, her hair bobbing freely as she entered the elevator last.

“After breakfast, some government and company heads will be there looking to sign letters of agreement and probably be asking some questions. Ambassador Jur, Cultural Chief Kir Opru, and the High Trade Director will be there. Afterwards, if you are up for it, we can take a quick tour of the Royal Zoo. The chickaroach is a most unusual beast. I don’t think we have a homosexual monkey specimen though. They are reputed to be quite fierce.”

Al-Thynniyan is less than responsive, obviously never a morning person. Rijil tries to make up for it. "What kinds of letters of agreement... trade, reciprocal cultural exchange?"

Hesche figures that Rijil has the business end covered and grins. "Zoos are always interesting... odd, though... one would think that 'homosexual monkeys' wouldn't breed too well..."

S.H.O.D.A.N. leans back onto the elevator wall and just seems to think quietly to herself, small smile on her lips.

“Oh Diplomatic Officer Magnus Hesche, I believe that the homosexual monkeys are the result of some mad experiments performed by the nations of Evilpsychoticguy and Diocletion. Sadly, Diocletion is no more and that area is considered “Unclaimed Territory”. I think the homosexual monkeys were created to be super-soldiers but they got out. They roam the jungles and are quite dangerous and strong. Our border units, however, have been able to repel any that stray too close.

“Ah…Science Advisor Al Rijil, I think most companies are looking to establish trade agreements. Our government is most likely to want to establish some form of diplomatic office in your nation, perhaps even the appointment of a Superior Ambassador. Usually our offices have some form of cultural division attached to it. After all, that is what embassies and consuls do, right?”

She laughed cheerily, while stealing glances at Hesche. Leading them out of the elevator they were met with four smiling men who promptly arranged themselves for escort; two out front while two followed behind. They turned down a hallway away from the lobby and soon reached a door. One of the smiling men spoke briefly into an intercom and the door opened into a room much smaller than the previous day’s lunch room, but no less ornate.

At the nearest semi-circular table, The High Trade Director could be seen in conversation with Grag Montazuma and Jur Ratyuig. Kir Opru was swimming in the small pool. As the delegation drew closer, The Director turned his head and said, “Welcome friends. Please take a seat. I’m afraid this will have to be a working breakfast. Afterwards, we can sit down and work out some details.”

An array of food was set before them but this time no alcoholic beverages were served. Instead, various fruit punches were ready to be served from silver pitchers carried by the waiters and waitresses.

Other walruses and humans bowed and paid their respects to the arriving Scolopendrans.

Kir Opru bumped his head as he clambered out of the pool.

(OOC: Sorry, vacation... IC post forthcoming)

Their queries aboard the elevator suitably answered, the inquisitors nod their acceptance. As they enter the room, they greet the Vrakians cordially, nodding and bowing shortly as needed.

"Ow." Hesche grimaces as Kir bumps his head. "Are you okay?"

The Scolopendrans take their seats, with Al-Thynniyan keeping a close watch on the four smiling men. The others--with the exception of Hesche, who is diplomatically concerned with Kir's minor accident--make themselves comfortable, Rijil settling in his chair and S.H.O.D.A.N. lounging comfortably. "So, what are we having this morning?"

OOC: That’s it. You’ve been reported to the TofY for a long absence from roleplay. You’re out buster. :D

IC:

“Ah…I’m okay Magnus Hesche. Thank you for asking,” replied a slightly stunned Kir. The humans nearby, not wishing to be squished, gave Kir a wide berth while another walrus came up to Kir and assisted him to the table.

Kathrinika replied to S.H.O.D.A.N.

“Well, as you know, we are fond of seafood and that is what we usually have. But we won’t eat it in the traditional manner. That is, usually breakfast – consisting of clams, crabs, snails, etc… is scattered in yonder pool and then everyone dives in. Various tools are provided for humans to assist in the opening of said breakfast. But, we shall dine just by using plates. As well, since the human and walrus folk have some different dietary preferences, that too is taken into consideration. The buffet is over there, with an assortment of eggs, pancakes, bacon, ham and so on. Some walruses like that but many don’t. Shall we go and get breakfast?”

Jur, sensing Al-Thynniyan’s discomfort barked at the smiling men, who made themselves less obvious.

Less obvious guards simply means the same number of guns less readily apparent... which makes Al-Thynniyan more nervous. He pays more attention to the gentle banter, trying very hard not to show his discomfort as he reaches for a prawn.

"Oooh, bacon sounds good." Hesche grins, maneuvering quickly towards the buffet. "Lead the way, good Miss Oio."

"I think I'll just sit here away from the pork," Rijil shrugs with a wry smile, "but while you're up there, can you grab me some eggs, Magnus?"

"Sure thing, boss."

S.H.O.D.A.N. looks over the piles of seafood. "Hmm, I've been eating quite a bit as of late and thus have sufficient reserves of most everything I need... I think I'll pass."

Kathrinika is only too happy to oblige as she gestures to the buffet table. She grabs a plate and begins to pile the food, which seems incongruous for her size. A nearby waiter is somewhat taken aback at Kathrinika's rather large serving.

The other Vrakians begin to dig in and the High Trade Director, in between mouthfuls, manages to pepper Rijil and Al-Thynniyan with some questions.

“I must say that I was very impressed gentlement with your presentation yesterday. Very impressed. Needless to say, both of you had our company and scientific heads astounded. But I am curious about a few things. How exactly would your optronics system be integrated into our own networks? You did mention that it could optimize our own fiber optic networks? How much efficiency do you roughly estimate could result?

“Also, are products such as the omniadaptor dependent upon optronics or is that nanotechnology? Basically, we have a small robotics industry that would definitely benefit from such a breakthrough.

“As well, I must admit that I don’t understand what terraforming could do. That is, I understand it as being able to alter a hostile alien environment to better support earth-based life. Can you actually alter the rock composition itself to produce more minerals? It does sound rather energy intensive. Relating to that, you mentioned that you are part of this rather large organization called the “Triumvirate of Yut” - a "federation of various nations of various technological and social backgrounds" if I recall correctly. How do they feel about yourselves interacting with, let’s be honest, a much less advanced nation?

“I should mention that my department is busy calculating our mineral wealth and trying to juggle how much can be exported. I think Hydra mining wants to survey the southern portion more – especially in the Vrakian corridor.”

Jur looked at his buddy S.H.O.D.A.N. and said, “Not hungry? Ah well.”

Then, dropping his voice to scarcely a whisper he asked, “If I may, what did you think of the Scroll? I’m insanely curious to hear your thoughts about it, since you are not a Vrakian.”


TDP Tech Inc. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1902608#1902608)
If a 175-pound man fell into one end, he would come out the other end as 38 pounds of oil, 7 pounds of gas, 7 pounds of minerals and 123 pounds of sterilized water!
Now 10% more efficient!

Rijil nods. "Replacing all your fiber optic cabling with more efficient models would probably be cost-inefficient. I was personally thinking more along the lines of just switching out routers, which are usually in easy-to-access places and need occasional replacement anyway. Efficiency rise would be at least doubled, probably much more... no more having to convert light signals into electricity, push them through complex circuits, and then converting them back to light-pulse signals.

"The omniadaptor is an application of nanotechnology. We can make them either with optical or electromagnetic connections; it doesn't really matter which."

Rijil takes a sip of water. "Terraforming isn't so useful on Terra, except for the lessons learned. Pollution cleanup, recycling, future planning, those sort of things. As for making places 'produce more minerals,' that would simply be clarketech.

"As for the Trium... they don't seem to have a problem with it." Rijil smiles.

S.H.O.D.A.N. replies to Jur's first statement, covering for him. "This avatar runs on a one-hundred-percent conversion engine... and so I don't actually have to eat overmuch. It's primarily for repair reserves and energy."

She then switches to ultrasonics, basically using a directed signal to vibrate Jur's tympanum directly. It sounds like a whisper, and it's in her voice. Her lips don't move, however. "Don't worry, I'm using ultrasonics. You're the only one who can hear me... I found them fascinating, if slightly saddening. Cultures that simply can't seem to get along appear far too often in my history. Nevertheless, it's always gratifying to learn about the past. It helps me to keep in mind there's more to everything than just me."

The High Director grinned as he gulped down another clam.

“I’m sure we can bundle some kind of agreement involving our cultural products and minerals in exchange for the optronic routers, nanotechnology (especially the omniadaptor), and terraforming. That is, the applications of said technologies in the most beneficial areas. What about your gravitic scanners? Would it be possible to actually buy some?

====

Jur, a little taken aback by the “ultrasonic” experience quickly recovered and whispered back,

“Hmmm. Interesting about your history as well. Is life truly peaceful now on Titan than on Earth?”

Kathrinika was busy devouring her food, unsure of what to say to Hesche.

"Gravitics in general is a protected technology, so no can do there. If you're concerned, we can continue our government defensive lending program, but we do need techs to ensure security. We'll also arrange the deal so we only hand off the technologies and methods you need... no need to swamp you with all sorts of ubertech." Rijil grins and munches on a pancake.

S.H.O.D.A.N. nods. "I live on Rhea, personally, but the Saturnian System in general is very peaceful compared to Earth. The paranoia of the inhabitants probably help with that. But otherwise, crime is low, there's no border conflicts in the Saturnian System, and people are generally free to live as they please."

Hesche seems happy enough with simply being. Enjoying the moment, as it were.

The sounds of slurping, munching, and burping reverberated through the room along with small talk among the various humans and walruses. A few of the Vrakians that were present at yesterday’s presentation waved and nodded to the Scolopendrans.

The High Director nodded to Rijil.

“I understand and your offer of continuing the defensive lending program is most generous. It seems that we are fairly close to a deal, no? How do you feel about all this Mister Ayman Al-Thynniyan? Are there any other concerns that you have?”


Jut smiled and said, “You never cease to amaze me my friend. Living in the Saturnian system! Why, when I gaze at the stars tonight I shall never look at them the same way again.”

Kathrinika finished her plate and went back for another helping.

Al-Thynniyan shakes his head. "No, no problems. I'm just glad we can do business, and everything is going so smoothly."

S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles warmly to her walrus friend. "I'm glad I can broaden your horizons... and thank you for expanding mine."

Hesche seems sated and quietly watches the discussion with Rijil, Al-Thynniyan, and the Trade Director.

“Excellent,” replied the High Trade Director. Soon, breakfast drew to a close and plates and utensils were cleared away. Drinks were refilled and some cakes and biscuits were brought out along with trays of fruit. Kathrinika helped herself to a banana and began eating.

“Ah ha! Before we begin the negotiations, some entertainment!” roared Jur. He clapped his flippers and soon the whole room took up the beat. Thoom! Thoom! Thoom!

Suddenly, a man tumbled out, performing flips and landed in front of the main table. He had the costume and manner of a jester and he bowed to the Scolopendrans and Vrakians.

“Noble Scolopendrans! Noble Vrakians! Indulge me the pleasure of performing for you and to show you some animal tricks!”

“Yes! Show us the animals!” answered some Vrakians approvingly.

With that, the jester bounded away. Suddenly, a voice rang out.

“Herman and his combustible hamsters!”

Immediately, a large man wearing a fedora came out. On his shoulders sat two large, squeaking hamster-like creatures. Some assistants busily set up a long beam 2 meters off the ground and place a small barrel at one end. At the man’s command, the hamsters climbed up the ladder at one end of the beam and jumped onto the barrel. They quickly rolled the barrel to the other side, much like a logger balancing on a log in water, and, careful not to fall off the beam, made their way to the other side. Then they scurried down the opposite ladder and zoomed up the man to perch themselves on his shoulders. The man turned and bowed.

[Insert reaction]

The man left and the voice rang out,

“The Huj family and the winged monkeys!”

From the far corner of the room a mustached man strode out. On his arm, perched like a bird, sat a small, brown monkey complete with wings. Behind the main table a pretty woman came out and smiled at the man.

“Hyah!” cried the man and immediately the monkey took flight over to the woman. The flight wasn’t particularly graceful, having come dangerously close to crashing into Kir, but managed to regain altitude and reach its destination. The monkey, woman, and man bowed.

[insert reaction]

They left and suddenly the room became dark.

“Ohh,” said Kathrinika to Hesche, “I hope you like this one.”

The props for the hamsters were torn down and in place, a huge mounted ring could be discerned. A massive, steel cage at one end open up and the smiling men behind the table moved into a position much closer to the delegates. A loud roar could be heard.

“The fearsome Benj cat!”

An enormous beast, similar to that of a tiger or lion but standing five feet at the shoulder with visible canines approached. Its handler, a large man carrying a whip but, for the moment, merely directed the animal with the chain attached to its collar.

Carefully the man undid the chain and, with one crack of the whip, the big feline jumped through the hoop and bounded back to the trainer. At the trainer’s barely visible hand motion, an assistant lit the ring on fire. The cat growled and the trainer cracked his whip again. Obediently, the Benj cat jumped through the flaming hoop and came back to the man. With a hand motion, the cat laid down and looked at the trainer expectantly. The man smiled and a two nearby assistants brought out a huge haunch of meat.

The cat growled again and tried to claw for the food but the trainer suddenly said, “Max! Wait!”

The cat waited. The large man first reattached the chain and then tossed the haunch to the hungry cat. Slurp slurp! The man bowed.

[insert reaction]

The Vrakians went wild and finally, the huge cat was led away.

The Scolopendrans clapped politely at the combustible hamster act, but throughout seemed to watch the crowd and its reactions more than the show.

S.H.O.D.A.N. seemed to analyze the flying monkey as it swerved about, looking as if calculating aerodynamic potentials. The rest simply seemed concerned about others getting hurt.

Finally, everyone seemed to admire the Benj cat more than what it was doing. "Graceful animal," Rijil could be heard to mutter. Out of the entire group, S.H.O.D.A.N. and Rijil seemed the most interested throughout--mostly by the biology--Al-Thynniyan paid a polite attention and Hesche kept stealing glances to see how Kathrinika was doing.

Jur leaned over to Al Rijil and Ayman Al-Thynniyan exclaiming, “Damn I love those winged monkeys! And the Benj cat is wonderful, no? The Royal zoo is quite a treat and perhaps you can get a chance to see it. Ah well, shall we get down to business?”

Kathrinika Oio was impressed by the show, especially the Benj cat jumping through the fiery hoop. She caught Hesche glancing at her and gave a coy smile.

"But of course," Al-Thynniyan responds with a grin, his mind distracted from his mild paranoia concerning armed plain-clothed guards, "business is what we're here for, no?"

"I'd mildly dispute that," Al Rijil mutters under his breath.

Hesche smiles back, wholly unsure of exactly what he's doing. Still, no need to not be polite.

The High Trade Director chuckled and said, “I like your style Mister Ayman Al-Thynniyan.

“Well, it seems that these are the matters before us. We can offer you a partnership with Hydra Group regarding exploration of the more remote regions. As well, we estimate that we can meet your mineral demands for perhaps five years. Joint ventures in consumer goods incorporating our respective technologies would also be great. Perhaps we can even sell these goods to others? Here I have in mind the recreation boats that you want on Titan. Here’s a smaller luxury model that members of our elite use:

http://www.photovault.com/Link/Technology/Ships/CraftSmall/TSCVolume06/TSCV06P02_06.jpg

We even offer jet skis but us walruses don’t like them. The humans certainly do though.

http://www.photovault.com/Link/Sports/Water/JetSkis/SWJVolume01/SWJV01P02_15.jpg

Regarding the heavy lifting of minerals from Vrak, well, we don’t have any type of spacecraft up for the job. You mentioned earlier of a “spaceframe.” If such a pad for spacecraft is required then it would have to be located far from any population centers. That is, our populace is not used to flying spacecraft. Mind you, that doesn’t seem so bad really since if exploration results are promising, it would make sense to locate distribution points as close as possible. Rail freight can be handled by Valkryie Transport Systems here in Vrak to offload to a spacepad.

Our robotics industry would benefit from your nanotech and the omniadaptor would be the most obvious choice of applications here. Your optronic routers judiciously placed in our fiber optic networks should be able to increase efficiency. As well, the gravitic scanner lending program we would like to continue for the present time. We can pay rent for them using cash.

Our major entertainment companies can offer various cultural show, mostly in the form of documentaries I’m afraid. At the moment, we cannot allow the importation of your cultural products.

Some type of trade office set up in both our nations should be done in order to facilitate trade and minimize any disputes.

What do you think?”

"Works for me." Al-Thynniyan grins.

Rijil raises an eyebrow. "Well, thanks for the cultural material, but are you sure you're not interested in any of ours? No literature, media, art? Even crafts?"

Hesche blinks. "That is a little unusual, but not a great concern. I'm sure all we have to do is give it time, Advisor."

Rijil nods and leans back. "Fair enough."

Kir leaned forward and asked, “Well, perhaps some private cultural products can be imported?” He looked at the High Trade Director who eyed him back.

The High Trade Director said to the Scolopendrans, “My friends, this is only for now. Perhaps at a future date we can allow the mass consumption of your culture by our people. But there are some of us who are indeed interested in your lands. Mayhap some private arrangements be made?”

"Sure." Rijil lightens up a little. "Anything you'd like."

Hesche nods. "You see, we've found that mutual cultural exchange is the best strategy to building lasting friendships. It promotes mutual understanding." He moves his hands as he speaks, illustrating his ideas.

Jur weighed in, “Well, I should think that some of those at the presentation yesterday would be interested. After all, like all elites in the world, ours is mobile. I for one would like to see some of your art.”

The High Trade Director merely nodded.

With a bark, an aide brought over some official looking documents.

"Read this over carefully," said Kir, "After all, this is a draft and we can make some changes before we sign it."

The rest of those gathered began leaving. Kir, Jur, Kathrinika, and the High Trade Director remained, along with some smiling people.

Everyone--Rijil, Hesche, Al-Thynniyan (ignoring the smiling men for now), and S.H.O.D.A.N.--reads the document very carefully for any possible loopholes or subtly exploitive clauses.

The High Trade Director watches the Scolopendrans carefully and interjects,

“Everything okay?”

"One moment." Rijil points out a section and comments in Arabic; Al-Thynniyan shakes his head and responds in the same language. Hesche says a third thing with a grin, and looks at S.H.O.D.A.N.. Shodey nods and says something very similar to what Al-Thynniyan said.

"Yes, all is well." Rijil grins, looking rather relieved.

"We are looking forward to establishing trading relations with your nation," Hesche grins, "and this draft looks good to us."

“Excellent,” replied the High Trade Director, “and though this draft has to be formalized by our governments, I shall now put my seal upon this to signify its authenticity and veracity.”

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An aide brought over an impressive looking stamp to which the director lifted in one flipper and firmly applied to the draft.

“There. And now, let’s celebrate!”

Various alcoholic refreshments were brought in along with an assortment of desserts. Kir grabbed his beer stein and proceeded to become a happy drunk walrus.

Kathrinika lightly tugged at Hesche’s arm and exclaimed, “I’m so excited! I hope great things come out of this.”

Jur leaned towards S.H.O.D.A.N.

“This is the first step in what I hope is a prosperous journey,” he said, with some emotion in his voice.

Rijil takes up a glass of wine--garnering an odd look from Al-Thynniyan, who notably abstains--and raises it in half-salute. "To celebrating better relations."

Al-Thynniyan grumbles something in Arabic, to which Rijil only smirks. "Ah, but apostasy is my job, being Science Advisor and all." He takes a sip of his wine and winks.

Hesche looks down at Miss Oio and nods. "As we all do." He grins. "Are post-signing parties common?"

S.H.O.D.A.N. nods to Jur with a friendly grin. "I think it will be quite prosperous. I cannot wait to learn more about your culture... even though the trade is through Scolopendra, I can still look over their collective shoulders."

Rijil takes up a glass of wine--garnering an odd look from Al-Thynniyan, who notably abstains--and raises it in half-salute. "To celebrating better relations."

Al-Thynniyan grumbles something in Arabic, to which Rijil only smirks. "Ah, but apostasy is my job, being Science Advisor and all." He takes a sip of his wine and winks.

Hesche looks down at Miss Oio and nods. "As we all do." He grins. "Are post-signing parties common?"

S.H.O.D.A.N. nods to Jur with a friendly grin. "I think it will be quite prosperous. I cannot wait to learn more about your culture... even though the trade is through Scolopendra, I can still look over their collective shoulders."

The celebrations begin in earnest. More strange animals are brought to do tricks to the delight of the Vrakians.

Kathrinika, during the party, whispers to Hesche, “Oh yes, it is customary to conclude a major deal with a dinner and party. Basically, it means that the deal meets to the satisfaction of all those participating. For example, our nation had a banquet prepared for the conclusion of the World Court but sadly, nothing came of it. Hence, nothing was resolved. In fact, we took it as a great insult to our honour when one of the main parties failed to show.”

Kir, on the way to sloshdome, said to Rijil, “Aye! Try the chocolate beer!”

And they ate, drank, and made merry.