NationStates Jolt Archive

-Open Transmission

"The Steel Imperium, always interested in the exchange of ideas, wishes to organize a meeting of both slavers and anti-slavers to attempt to find a peaceful solution to various problems."

"If a nation is interested, please direct all messages to Administrator Kuroi, on Earth..."

TO: Administrator Kuroi
RE: Slavery Summit

MSG: We thank you for your kind offer. The nation of Arx Angelus wishes to send a delegation to this meeting. However, we know niether its location, nor dates of operation. We trust that you will provide us with this information in a timely manner.

The Council of Cardinals
The Arx
Arx Angelus

"We have intended it so."

"We shall provide transportation for all attending the meeting. This is to ensure the safety to the delegates, given the untrustworthiness of some nations..."

TO: Administrator Kuroi

FROM: Ambassador Callahan, Highfather, The Burnsian Desert

Mr. Kuroi,

We would love to attend the said slavery conference on the side of the anti-slavery camp.

Sincerely,
Ryan Callahan
Foriegn Policy Affairs

"Confirmed."

"We will send a transport to you for whomever you choose to send."

"We can ensure full safety for your party, as Mekanta is taking all measures to prevent the conference from turning violent..."

ooc: Will slavers be allowed to being their slaves to the conference?

-OOC-

Yes. But not too many. Mekanta has one set limit on diplomatic parties. Less than 100.

Otherwise, the ones who transport the parties start to get angry. And you don't want them angry, unless you want to be dropped on your ass. ^_^

"Confirmed."

"We will send a transport to you for whomever you choose to send."

"We can ensure full safety for your party, as Mekanta is taking all measures to prevent the conference from turning violent..."

Please land at Highfather International Airport, to pick up Minister Alex Rodriguez and a crack diplomatic team of seven.

We would like to attend, but due to our past dealings with Mekanta, we wish to be allowed to bring armed guards, who will not be allowed into the confrence room itself.

-Transmission to Celdrone
"We understand your caution."

"However, be warned. Your guards will be under constant Mekantan observation. Any act of agression or betrayal such as you exhibited during the Red 9 incident will result in action being taken."


-Sky above Highfather International Airport

A Mekantan transport decended lazily from orbit, its core AI scanning the area closely for any hostiles.

It had been configured to service organics, though it still held a fair number of Akumu-X AIs for security reasons.

Shortly after passing throguh the ionosphere, the transport started picking up speed, reaching the ground a few minutes later.

It waited patiently for the diplomatic team, its hull opening as if it were a fluid.

"Please enter. We are to take you to the meeting place."

we would like to go for the pro-slavery side.

"Transports have been dispatched to all remaining nations that have expressed wishes to come to the conferance."

"Any attempt to shoot down Mekantan transports will be taken as an act of agression. All weapons systems have been authorized for use in such an event."

Dimmimar would like to attend. Being pro and anti-slavery...

"Very well. Shall you send two parties or one?"

"The conferance will take place with each side on opposite sides of a table. Both sides may be trouble."

"Regardless... Transport en route."

The IFR wishes to send a delegation to represent the Slavers of the IFR.

Yerffej would like to send a delegate to said meeting. We are a pro-soveriegnty nation. Please send a telegram before said meeting commences, so that our delegate can make the proper preparations.

Prime Minister Thomas Cayhill, Yerffej Head of Senate

Central Facehuggeria will send a delegate, on the pro-slavery side. He shall be accompanied by two bodyguards, and several slave girls.

You may land at Facehugger city international airport to pick them up at any time.

Lord Garr smirked at reading the Mekantan open transmission. "[The Bloodfoes leave thier groin to attack...]" He said, prompting chuckles from his comrades in the Resistance.

"[Please be explaining, Lord Garr.]" Narlakett, his second and off-and-on lover said, making a slight purring sound as she spoke.

"[Opening a communication to be denied by the Bloodfoes shall call upon them the hate of the Others Unlikeus.]"

"[Speaking truth.]" Theth, his half-brother replied, nodding.

"[So we shall Widespeak to the world. And upon there, we shall reveal the Bloodfoes' sins.]"

"Garr-seth," Narla purred, leaning on his shoulder. "[It is words such as those that gladden me to see you with us.]"

"[Aye, Lord Garr. Your mind leads us well.]"

"[Your words gladden me, but now is the time to move.]"

"Mekanta soro methtarr." The three said together, smiling. It was the common greeting and parting phase said by the resistance, translating to "The Bloodfoe shall fall."

With any luck... This move would put them one step closer...



OPEN TRANSMISSION

The Steel Forest Tribes of Fera shall send a delegate to our Bloodfoes' meeting, to bring to light Mekanta's numerous sins.

To even hold this conference is a mockery, especially should they attempt to take some form of neutrality.

Should our Bloodfoes refuse to transport us, we ask that any nation allow us to ride with them.


Signed,
Garr-seth (Lord Garr)
Narlakett-torr (Lady Narlakett)
Theth-matk (General Theth)

* Silent farspeak * [tachyon commincation]

Ruler of creche "Mekanta"

The Sskiss as a "pack member" [member] of the "greater creche" [ESUS] are curious/watchful of gathering [conference] where matters of "sentients kept in servitude" [slavery] are discussed.

A small creche of 6 "speaker to others" [diplomates] will attend bringing "redfood" [raw meat] for our sustainance. We require/ask from your creche 6 seperate chambers of dormancy.

Issk' Raak - ruler/watcher over the multitudes

-Sky, Central Facehuggeria

The Mekantan transport wasted no time decending over the land of Mekanta's longtime ally, pausing to pay homage to the area that began the two nations' friendship: Achidna.

After dropping flowers at the spot of Neo-Mekanta's initial attack on Earth in thier last war, the transport sped towards Facehugger City, stopping above the airport before decending and opening.

"We have arrived, Friends of the Imperium. We ask that no lewd acts with Slave girls take place on the transport without cleaning your own messes."


-Transmission

"We ask that nations who wish to participate specify locations for the transports to land."

"And we ask that the nation of Fera WALK TO THE DAMN CONFERANCE!!!"

"Unless you wish our transport to be accompanied by three Talons of ground forces!"

The Archduke wishes for the delegation representing Him lands at the nearest large city to the conferences' location.

The Delegate representing the IFR will be Major-General Neville Grant. He will be accompanied by a team of 5 RdK Elite Guard.

-Sky above Rufai

The Mekantan Transport shot down from orbit, still glowing slightly from the heat of entry as it stopped in mid-air above a Rufai city. Taking it's pause to send a transmission of its location and cool down, the transport landed with a thud at the airport, it's black hull glistening...

"We have arrived. We shall wait for your ambassadors.



-Transmission

"We welcome our allies, the Sskiss."

"Chambers at the conferance have been reconfigured to suit your physiology, and if you wish, we can provide food for you. How does Feran sound. After all, they're not worth much except as food..."


"We have decided. We will grant the Ferans transportation to the conferance."


"We ask that any nation whose ambassadors have problems with Zero-G environments give notice to the transports so that artificial gravity can be activated."

Nazi Weaponized Virus is sickened, that in this day and age, we are discussing the morality of slavery. It is clearly wrong to basically imprison someone against thier will, which is what slavery is effectively. However, to improve slaves lives within Slavery countries NWV will send a small delegation to the conference. Consisting of their International Development Minister - Jurgen Strummer and his Junior Minister's within his department, a total of 4 People.

We hope that this conference will improve the lives of Slaves, but we put hope aside that these criminal nations will put aside their ways of infringing civil liberties and human rights.

We will land at Mekanta's Main Airport near to where the conference is taking place.

To The Leader Of Mekanta
My dear brother Jimmy wishes to attend this confrence as our the country of Waylend's Delagate.
He wishes to be acompained by my secretary Jane for govermont matters two armed guards and a truck load of turtle lights our complmetry gift to you for holding this confrence.

OOC: You landed at the City Of Imperial Dominance :p

IC:

Major General Neville Grant and Detachment Sutton from the RdK Elite Guard learned of the arrival of Mekantan transport and were driven quickly to the airport.

On secure landing strip they walked briskly up to the Mekantan personnel, saluted and then introduced themselves.

-Sky above Rufai

The Mekantan Transport shot down from orbit, still glowing slightly from the heat of entry as it stopped in mid-air above a Rufai city. Taking it's pause to send a transmission of its location and cool down, the transport landed with a thud at the airport, it's black hull glistening...

"We have arrived. We shall wait for your ambassadors.



-Transmission

"We welcome our allies, the Sskiss."

"Chambers at the conferance have been reconfigured to suit your physiology, and if you wish, we can provide food for you. How does Feran sound. After all, they're not worth much except as food..."


"We have decided. We will grant the Ferans transportation to the conferance."


"We ask that any nation whose ambassadors have problems with Zero-G environments give notice to the transports so that artificial gravity can be activated."

*silent farspeak* - Aboard the "Plunderer of Flesh" - Destroyer

The Sskiss are pleased/most gratified that your creche [Mekanta] thought of our health/sustainance. "Being of servitude "Feran"" will be adaquate sustanince/food for Sskiss. We require a chamber of eating/devouring in addition to chambers of dormancy.

We will arrive in 6 rotations cycles.

[assumes the posture of "greatest respect"]

"Mekanta's only Terran holding is likely quite far away."

"We shall send a Terminator class Strikeship to intercept your plane to provide more efficient transportation."

"If this is unacceptable, we shall wait for you to land at Mekanta Zero. We have a Terran-style aerocraft facility readied. We have full air patrols running to prevent any attempted strikes by Fera against your plane."


-OOC-
In case it isn't obvious by now, Mekanta is pure Future Tech.

A little OOC info on the conferance:

It'll be taking place on Mekanta's newest toy of mass destruction: The Thanatos. (CF and Sskiss know what that is. Or at least CF does.) It's still under construction, but enough of the ultra-massive space fortress is complete to house the conferance. It's presently about the distance from Mars to the sun away from Pluto... along with the Core Fleet of the Mekantan Grand Armada. Yeah, tight security.

An Official Feran diplomat looks disgusted.

"We do NOT submit to our people being eaten!!"

The Feran gulps, remembering Mekanta's threats of exterminating the Feran Race once and for all.

"But, we... Ah... We will meet your transports at the boarder between Fera and Mekanta Zero..."



-OOC-

Too many posts comming too fast. And I have to swap between Mekanta and my Bitch Nation. Geez, the lengths I go to in order to keep my nations fully In Character.

LoL

OOC: Will I be able to join the confrence even though I'm modern tech?

-OOC-

Of course. ^_^

That's one of the reasons Mekanta is giving rides. So the Modern Techers can participate.


-Open Transmission directed at Fera

"And we do not give a damn what you submit to."


-Sky above Waylend

The transport broke away from the Eradicator class Warship and shot down towards Waylend, and unlike the others had the good sence to activate shielding to keep from superheating its armor.

"We are the transport from Mekanta. We are approaching your capitol city as we transmit. Please take your time in preparing. We have no urgency..."


-Hive Terra 001, Mekanta Zero

The Mekantan transport rested a fair distance from the forests, watched over by no less than two hundred Akumu hovering in the air, watching for any Feran hostilities...


-Rufai

Two Shinigami, one of the two Humanoid yet obviously mechanical AI types, strode out of the transport. Thier arms were at thier lower chest when they bowed, the Mekantan equivalent of a salute.

"Greetings. We are able to leave any time that you are ready. Spacefold can be disorienting at first for Organics, but we trust there will be no problems."

we wish to join this conference, as its such a importent thing the emperor himself will go, he feels that the Mekanta will provide safty by on the safe side evn tho your an ally, he wishes 5 of his personal guard come along. Slaves are important part of any Empire with a decent view of the universe (even tho we dont know the concept of good lol) btw will there be any Ferran for lunch the emperor has heard a grate deal about this "interesting" meal from people who have ever visted Mekanta saying its vary taste

A rather fancy car rolled down the streets of Upper Remshak the new blue paint job giving a glare in the sun. The desert was hot luckily the founder of Waylend had picked a place in the mountains where water flowed. Behind the car a Small U-Haul truck followed it. The armed guards had there rifles WL-12s positioned across the laps Jane (The secretary of the presidente) sat in the back seat Jimmy was driving. They stopped at a lot espacialy desighned to within stand landing from Space ships.

Major General Neville Grant and "Londinium", head of Detachment Sutton, were first a little taken aback with the Shinigami, but then began looking curiously at the figures.

"We trust also there will be no problems. We look forward to the experience. We shall depart within the hour, if this if acceptable to our hosts".

OOC: We're only a humble modern-tech nation :) We might be interested in buying some Shinigami, would they be for sale?

-Sky, Central Facehuggeria

The Mekantan transport wasted no time decending over the land of Mekanta's longtime ally, pausing to pay homage to the area that began the two nations' friendship: Achidna.

After dropping flowers at the spot of Neo-Mekanta's initial attack on Earth in thier last war, the transport sped towards Facehugger City, stopping above the airport before decending and opening.

"We have arrived, Friends of the Imperium. We ask that no lewd acts with Slave girls take place on the transport without cleaning your own messes."

Ambassador Farlan boarded the Mekantan transport quickly and without fuss. Two bodyguards in full powered armor followed him, keeping an eye out for any threats (Feran terrorism, etc.)

Finally, a chain-gang of six ravishing slave girls, carrying various packages, filed onto the ship solemnly. Each one was wearing a customized 'discipline suit' which revealed all important parts of their body, while administering strong electric shocks if they should...misbehave.

Finally, after everyone was aboard, the transport lifted off and made its way to the gigantic Thanatos station

-OOC-

Closest thing to the Shinigami Mekanta sells are refitted old MAI-X designs. I'll have to rebuild that old storefront. ^_^

Don't get me wrong. The MAI-X series was brutally effective when they were in active Mekantan service. They can use any Humanoid-based weapon, have the same efficient and pinpoint accurate targetting computer that made them lethal before, and can take a pounding before they go down.


-IC-
-Responce to Corpsac

"Acknowlaged."

"We shall send a transport for your party, along with a task force of Strikeships to provide defense."

"The entire Command Triumvirate of Mekanta is aboard the Thanatos, one way or another, and will undoubtably be pleased to meet with your emperor. Particularly Prince Axis."

"We wish to know, however, what parts of the Ferans you wish prepared. The head is a particular delicacy in the Nexus."


-Rufai

The Shinigami nodded, allowing the representives inside. "We need only a moment longer for the conferance location to respond. Then we shall be able to go."

"While you wait, do you require anything?"



-Waylend

The transport decended and landed lightly, opening and allowing two Shinigami to step out.

"We have arrived."


-Central Facehuggeria

The transport wasted no time in Spacefolding to the still-incomplete Thanatos.

It was only apparent upon hard looking that the Thanatos wasn't done. But it didn't seem to make much difference in the raw power of the station. This was a weapon that could single-handedly destroy defended worlds, and it looked the part.

"Welcome, friends of the Steel Imperium, to the Thanatos..."

-Boarder

The Feran diplomatic team stalked cautiously out of the forest, looking fearfully at the Akumu staring down at them.

"Enter, Ferans." The transport boomed, its onboard defence guns leveled at the Ferans.

Cautiously, they entered...

And minutes later they had Spacefolded to the location of the Grand Armada's Core Fleet.


"That... That's..."

"The Bloodfoes' reports were correct... That's the Thanatos..."

"Death..."

"I can see that..." Said Jimmy nodding to each of the robots before entering the craft. Jane looked around nevously for a reason to get angry at Jimmy. The guards followed in behind them with their guns slung over their backs.
((ooc I suspect that the door is big enuff for my U-haul truck))
The truck followed in hehind them be driven by a man in his late thirties smoking a ciggarette. A car who was following them turned stopped and a passenger got out and started up the blue car to go back to the Lower Remshak city.
((btw my people all have really bright blue eyes... Like dune!))

OOC: Hmmm might have to buy some if you reopen the store!!

IC: Major General Grant mused for a second before answering. "Have you any bourbon? It is cold here in the northern stretch of the country. After we have received conference location, we are ready to leave".

Debany would like to come pro slavery

-Transmission to Celdrone
"We understand your caution."

"However, be warned. Your guards will be under constant Mekantan observation. Any act of agression or betrayal such as you exhibited during the Red 9 incident will result in action being taken."


-Sky above Highfather International Airport

A Mekantan transport decended lazily from orbit, its core AI scanning the area closely for any hostiles.

It had been configured to service organics, though it still held a fair number of Akumu-X AIs for security reasons.

Shortly after passing throguh the ionosphere, the transport started picking up speed, reaching the ground a few minutes later.

It waited patiently for the diplomatic team, its hull opening as if it were a fluid.

"Please enter. We are to take you to the meeting place."

The crack diplomatic team entered, two men carried M-9s for personal security.

"You may leave when you see fit," announced the head diplomat.

Isss' Kraa' Rruu and the other five "speakers to other" finally boarded the huge warship. They wore nothing, carried nothing, needed nothing. They were alone, as they had hoped to be. . .no other smells except for Sskiss.

The Mekantans had thought of everything. . .area, gravity, atmospheric density, content. . .even smells. . .

The massive doors had shut softly behind them as the entered a huge, rather long passage. The passageway was large enough to accomadate all of them without effecting their territorial instincts. Despite that however, their skin musculature twiched reflexsively. . .instinctively. Among the Sskiss, the territorial instinct was always difficult to control. . .The largest, Isss' Kraa' Rruu went first, followed by each in accordence to it's pack hierarchy and dominance.

They quickly strided the length of the passage, as if eager for what was to come. . .All of a sudden, a figure of a Mekantan appeared along with a Sskiss. All six of the Sskiss delagates instinctively flared their nostrils for a sent. None come, none was detected. . .It was merely a visual.

The Mekantan hologram spoke in flawless Sskiss, but because they lacked the Sskiss morphology, the Sskiss hologram jestured and postured as the Mekantan hologram spoke.

Yes, the Makentan had thought of everything. . .Isss' Kraa' Rruu was impressed.

The holograms had abruptly vanished after what was needed to be said. Which was brief and to the point. After which, a smaller door oppened revealing a huge ellipsoid shaped chamber beyond. Each of the six Sskiss entered the chamber in turn, flaring their nostrils for sents as they did so.

The chamber had various shaped sent stones within. The Sskiss immediately set about the task of scenting the entire chamber by rubbing sent glands at the base of their tails as well as with glands positioned just behind the head on the scent stones provided.

The chamber of "communual territory" was prepared. However, the Sskiss awaited another signal. . .A signal to eat. . .Isss' Kraa' Rruu gaped it's meter long jaws in "anticapation of eating"

Warsmith Malricht of the Iron Warriors shall be in attendance. Accompanying him shall be the entire 1st Company, though they shall remain aboard ship during the conference. The Warsmith's own vessel, the Repulsive class Grand Cruiser Deathbringer, shall be used for transportation to the conference.

OOC: Apologies for being late. Which I think I am, but am not sure of.
Probably. I'm pro-slaver, btw

OOC:My OOC is ditto what Galachorr said, despite being at war, we can afford one merchant vessel to skitterleap out of my system

IC:My nation wishes to send Master Moulder Kesikk, we would be on the Pro-Slave side, we can provide transportation for ourselves, unless you can deliver us in safety, as we believe the hive has mobilized for something BIG, if you can't guarentee our representative's saftey, we can get him to your homesystem(or some other designated point), if preferred, to one of your waiting ships at a marked locatioin......

Official Statement from the Republic of Sevaris.
Given that we have taken a staunch anti-slavery position, we will be sending the Rt. Hon Yuna (Minister of Human Rights and Spirituality) to attend this conference. She will be arriving in a government aircraft (Airbus A340).

-IC-
-Responce to Corpsac

"Acknowlaged."

"We shall send a transport for your party, along with a task force of Strikeships to provide defense."

"The entire Command Triumvirate of Mekanta is aboard the Thanatos, one way or another, and will undoubtably be pleased to meet with your emperor. Particularly Prince Axis."

"We wish to know, however, what parts of the Ferans you wish prepared. The head is a particular delicacy in the Nexus."


the Mekanta Ships exited the Hyperspace jumpgate around the 2nd homeworld (if your wondering why your comeing out of the jumpgate is due to the FTLi i dont know if it stops your FTL but its safer then trying to jump in as the automated defence network would open fire on you with lots and lots and lots of guns, so the safest way is though the jumpgate), as the Transport landed in Lifeless city Spaceport the emperor boarded the ship, with him 4 of the Elite Stigmata Shock troops. as the ship took of he turned to one of his guards "Loran did you send my message to the Mekanta's?" he asked a rather good looking female elf.
"yes they should have got it" she replyed finishing typeing something on her wriste 3d holo deck (a computer to you people but really really advanced).


the emperor has a keen taste to stakes, rumb stake, Sterlon stake and Loin stake, if it can be done he would love to taste that, as well as the head.


OOC: and if anyone asks why i want to eat another being, its simple we have no scence of good (and besides a cow is senteant lol)

Callisdrun would like to attend on the anti-slavery side.

You may pick our delegation up at the included coordinates.
[Coordinates Transmitted]

OOC: That is in the Golba desert, by the way.

-Callisdrun, and Celdrone

Like the other nations, the transport decended and landed, opening and awaiting the diplomats.

(OOC: Sorry it's short. ^_^")


-CorpSac

The Mekantan Transport and its Strikeship guards headed back through the gate, then executed a spacefold to the Thanatos.

Once the transport docked, the Emperor was greeted by no less than four Simulants, who bowed. "Greetings. We shall be your guides. If you are hungry or tired, please inform us so that we may fetch you food or show you to your temporary quarters."


-Transmission to THR and Galachorr

"Remain outside the outermost ring of ships in the Core Fleet. We will send a transport to pick up your representitives."

Katarin Sorvik strode onboard the Mekantan transport.

Transmission recieved and understood. Representatives shall be Malricht and a pair of Iron Warriors.

The hive wished to attend this meeting on the side of pro-slavery of humans and other sub-organisms
We are the hive, we are perfection.

OOC: When will the confrence start?

-OOC-

Soon. As soon as the last group of representitives comes in.


-IC-
-Transmission to Hive Fleet Imodius
"We would be happy to have you attend. We ask, however, that you allow us to transport a reletively small, less than one hundred single organisms, diplomatic team. Recent... events... have put the Grand Armada on full alert."

"You may meet with us at the edge of the Grand Armada's lines, and we will transport your representitives."


-General
The various representitives were taken to the massive Thanatos, where they were assigned temporary quarters for the duration of the conferance. Some, like the ones given to the Central Facehuggerian representitives, were better than others. But all were luxurious by any Terran standards.

"Will all representitives presently here please follow Simulant attendants to the first meeting. Several later-comming diplomats will be comming later."


-OOC-
Go ahead and handle your own travel. The Thanatos is a maze of corridors, all of which have a creepy, almost organic feel to them. Doors open by the wall flowing. All of the walls, the floor, and the celing are a grey-black color, and all the light is somewhat red tinted.

Your attendants, the Simulants Mekanta provided, look perfectly human except for the fact they don't breathe, blink, and thier eyes glow.

could I get a ride?

-OOC-

Cutting it awfully close.


-IC-
"We have a transport in the area. We will be at your capitol in five minutes. Be prepared by then."


True to Mekanta's word, five minutes later the transport swept down, hovering a few feet off the ground in a clear area...

The Parthian noble boarded the strange craft and prepared for flight.

Carl Portland, Minister of Law, and three of his guards follwed the creepy attendent. Things that look like people should act like them, if you asked Carl. But he followed the attendent anyway, despite his misgivings. Nor was he too happy to be aboard a Mekanta...well what ever the hell they called this techno-organic monstricity.
"Attendent, how much futher," Minister Portland asked after twelve minutes of walking.
"Point eight nine kilometers. Estimated arrival time, based on current walking speed, nine minutes," the attendent's head had whirled around when it spoke and when it finished it's eyes flashed.
"I hate these things," Portland thought to himself. They arrived exactly when the attendent had said they would. Minister Portland entered the room after ordering his guards to stand outside and not to cause trouble.

-The Thanatos
"So we have our first arrival."

The chamber was pitch black, the only thing recognizable were two glowing red eyes, and the faint outline of a humanoid.

"My appologies. I failed to recall that Humans don't see well in the dark."

Instantly, the lights flared to life, revealing the round chamber to be a white-gold color. A sharp contrast to the black hallways. Banners hung on the walls, most of them with writing in Mekantan running down them.

"You are Carl Portland, a Minister from Celdrone, correct?"

The room was dominated by a long table resembling a drawn out oval with the ends cut off. Every side but the one nearest the enterance was lined with chairs, one chair occupying the far end.

And occupying the chair was a young-looking man with short brown hair, and red eye streaks running down each cheek. He sat casually, wearing what seemed to be a Mekantan military dress uniform.

"I take it you were one of those informed about the Red 9 incident. Mistakes were made on both sides. Neither of us have anything to appologize for."

He smiled, the expression warm and sincere, but somewhat troubled.

"Please, have a seat." The man said, gesturing to one side of the table. One side of the room changed, or rather the lighting did, to become bluer in tint. "Blue side is Anti-Slaver. Red side is Slaver."


-Parthia (right?)
The transport yanked into the sky, not worrying too much about rattling its passenger, and folded.

It emerged at the Grand Armada shortly afterwards, and the representitive was handled like all the others.

The Parthian delegate spoke to the pilot of the transport, "Where are we going, I've never been into space before and cant recognize much of this."

"We should stick to the matter at hand and steer clear of that mess. We have a rather..unique postion regarding slavery. In some cases we favor it and in others strongly oppose it. Is there a neutral place I may be seated?"

-Parthian Diplomat Transport

The ship's core AI spoke up, seeming amused.

"We are to rendevous with the Mekantan Grand Armada, currently a fair distance from Pluto."

The ship defolds, the hull becomming transparent in many places to allow a view of the massive fleet. And the even more massive Thanatos.


-Meeting room
As if on cue, the room began distorting, the table, floor, and walls flowing to widen the end of the table closest to the door. Several chairs rose from the floor, taking on the shape and properties of the others.

The man smirked, gesturing.

Cherokee Tribe Representative in the Cullenus area.
Running-Bear

Raising his hand in thanks, Running-Bear stepped out of the strange metallic beast at the Mekanta conferance located far away in the heavans above.

"Running-Bear apologizes for his late arrival. I was not able to communicate with Mekanta giving the fact that none of our runners were able to climb high enough to reach into the heavans..."

"I had to offer my daughter, Squatting-Pig, to one of the neighboring nations leaders so they would transport me to Mekanta far away in the heavans."

Running-Bear adjusted his pelts and waited standing tall and proud.

"That space fleet is impressive, what is to stop you from overtaking Earth with that wonderful piece of technology?" Asked Bijan Savhadkohi, the Parthian diplomat.

-The Thanatos

Maerr, Feran Representitive, growled, whimpering slightly, as she limped out of the Mekantan "examination chamber" with her outer jacket barely tightened.

They had insisted the Ferans be carefully checked for weapons, prompting the most humiliating and one of the most uncomfortable time of her life.

She adjusted her clothing, ignoring the dull ache permiating her body as she followed the Simulant to the chamber...

Bravo Uniform Mike Papa

-The Thanatos

A Simulant bowed to Running-Bear, its eyes glowing. "Welcome. If you would like, I can take you to the conferance chamber now and show you to temporary quarters later..."

It snarled, however, and turned as the Feran representative passed.

"Pay no heed to the sub-sentient creature with cat ears, however. It's probably just here to complain about lunch. Shall we be off."


As the Feran entered, the young man's eyes widened.

"Axis!!" She yelled, issuing a feral hiss.

"The one and only." The Mekantan responded, nodding. "Save introductions for when everyone is here."


-Transport

The transport docked with a thud, a Simulant entering and bowing.

"Quite simple. It's against Mekantan policy to interfere too greatly with the apes on that rock, no offense. Shall I escort you to the conference room now?"

"Goyohi, please take me to the conference. I will take my quarters afterwards."

Cherokee Tribe Representative from the Cullenus area.
Running-Bear

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The signal to eat had finally come. . .The wall at the far end of the communal territory chamber had seemed to "flow" apart like a river. Isss' Rraa' Kroo and the other five that made the Sskiss delegate immediatly lurched from there resting positions to investigate.

The first thing that they had noticed, was the smells. The myrid smells of homeworld. Of "Ancient Creche". Old smells, timeless smells. As they entered, they saw native vegatation, a land scape. There was even a sky. Even their G9V sun seemed the right hue - a soft orange-yellow. The Mekantans did not even forget the second Sskiss homeworld, it too could be seen - a half circle at least four times larger than the apparent size of their primary. It too was the right colours and hues. . .green, blue and white in the sky. Rationally they all knew the sky, the sun and the planet was not real. And yet. . .

Hot air wafted over them. . .bringing another smell. . .an alien smell. . .Abruptly the Sskiss came out of there collective sense of awe and "contentment of suroundings". . .to locate the sourse of the smell. All new and unknown smells interested the Sskiss. . .

Their nostils once again flared instinctively as eons of evolution had damanded of them, without thinking. Isss' Rraa' Kroo once again signaled to the rest and took the "first hunter" position.

She smelled something, something close. Then she heard it, a rapid shallow breathing. . .it come from that large clumb of foilage ahead of her to her right.

Then she saw it. . .In an instant in time, there eyes met, Isss' Rraa' Kroo knew that look, "prey's eyes", and the creature reeked of prey, reeked of "terror/fear". . . it did not even try to run. . .

Her head moved forward and down with an astonishing speed despite her great bulk. In an instant her great flat triangular head seemed to split in half, revealing her enormous cavernous jaws lined and studded with an unbroken row of 12cm recurved, serrated teeth. The creature was dead the moment her jaws had closed shut. There was a brief alien scream, followed by a crunch of bone and the wet tearing sound of flesh being torn apart.

All this happened in an instant, the other five Sskiss saw there leader with the dead thing in it's jaws. Isss' Rraa' Kroo dropped the mangled body from her jaws.

Isss' Rraa' Kroo saw the glazed look of the other delegates eyes. Their nostils constanly flared smelling the blood. She new this look all to well, for she knew she had it as well. She saw little intelligence left in the other Sskiss delegates. Their eyes were devoid of expression, and showed only one thing - HUNGER. . .

The entire area reeked with a smoldering, mounting frenzy. . .a madness. She acted fast with the remainding logic she had left. . .

"You are hungry". . ."seek/hunt/kill/eat". . ."Sustaining of self" She had managed to say. She felt herself rapidly entering the "first state". The Sskiss had also called it many other things. . ."the blissful state", "hunters way", "the ancient state", "old way of being". . .A state of pure instinct. . .

In the distance Iss' Rraa' Kroo heard the screams of the aliens and the sounds of Sskiss as they close in for the kill. She paid no real heed to them and continued with her meal. She would require many more of these creatures to fully fill her enormous appetite. . .

(OOC: Mekanta, hope you do not mind the long post)

Aust would like to attend being pro Slavery. We shall send one slave with every delegate, how many are we allowed to send?

You may land in Aust International Airport.

I started one of these a while back, so Ill come.

EDIT: Anti-slavery BTW

After walking around in circles for several minutes with his bodyguards, ambassador Farlan finally found the confrence chamber. Turning to the two bodyguards, he said "You may return to the guard's quarters now."

Turning to the Mekantan leaders present he said "I thank my gracious Mekantan hosts for holding this confrence. Hopefully, some good will come of it."

Of course, by 'good', Farlan meant "We get more slaves, especially from some of these weak modern nations." But he obviously never explicitly said that...

Farlan took a seat on the chair marked "Central Facehuggeria" which the Mekantan had so graciously provided.

The Warsmith strode through the maze of corridors, flanked by a pair of Iron Warriors. After some time, they found the door of the conference room, and entered.
The room was huge. It had to be, for there were hundreds of diplomats, slaves and guards.

"Sir?" asked a voice. The Warsmith turned toward it, revealing a small Mekantan holding a data-slate, "I assume you three are the Galachorr delegates?"

The Warsmith nodded.

"If you'll follow me, sir"

OOC: Being shown to your seat is pretty boring, so I'll leave it at that. Anyway. I'm here now.

As the transport landed, Major General Grant and the head of RdK Elite Guard descended down the landing ramp and stood in the hangar, looking around in curiosity. The Shinigami strode down and joined them, motioning to the direction of the exit doors. Grant nodded and gestured to his entourage to follow the Shinigami, and in silence they strode from the room.

As the General walked, he took off his overcoat and handed it to Londinium, who took off his own overcoat and gave it to another member (who promptly threw it at a waiting orderly). The gleaming medals of the IFR were exposed, and the terrifying insignia of the RdK sparkled. The jackboots of the General and his following sounded down the corridors, and then they reached the destination.

The Shinigami came forward and bowed to the arrived delegates. "Introducing Major General Neville Grant and his entourage."

The General saluted and promptly walked to the red side of the table, greeting fellow pro-slavers with nods and then staring aggressively at the anti-slavers. The RdK Elite Guard positioned themselves around the room, covering any points of entry, eyes always watching...Londinium himself was at the General's right hand side.

Emperor Erik the 1st sends his greetings. He wishes to send a group of 12 to the conference. 2 delegates and a squad of ITDGF soldiers to guard them. It is understandable if the soldiers cannot enter the conference room. Please send pickup to Demo Zeto Airforce Base, our delegates will be there to board the transport. We will attend as opponents of slavery, but defenders of the rights of the state to make their own decision on such matters.



[ooc: we are slightly more than a modern tech society, so we have limited technology in space transport.]

To: Mekanta Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Slavery conference

We would like to send a small observational team along with a small contigent of bodyguards. As well, if you would be so kind to send us transportation we would be most appreciative.

A single black ship moved to the edge of mekanta space - the hive's warhost was forming elsewhere and so no guard fleet could be spared - the small ship however did not require a guard - it was a new pattern of royal guard with a diamond prism mounted in its maw - unlike the older royal guard this new one refracted plasma light to such extreams that it would be possible to disrupt the stability of a star - it was the perfect transport for an avatar and the hive was looking into creating more of them.

The 100 meter long vessel stopped at the edge of the mekanta territory and awaited its escourt to the slaver conference - inside 13 zealots accompanied the first male avatar for the hive.

The Democratic Socialists of Tublanda wish to send delegates to this confrence, they will be supporting anti-slavery.

The Transport-
It would be excellent if you escorted me to the confrence room. I would be rather interested in seeing the other delegates and any ground rules for the confrence.

-Running-Bear- Cherokee representative in Cullenus area.

"The Cherokee tribes of Cullenus are currently in debate over the slavery issue. I have traveled this great distance in the heavans above earth to get the views of the many other tribes from all over this existance. I wish to remain nuetral on this issue until being convinced one way or the other by any of the many other tribes."

Running-Bear adjusted his hide shoulder pack and tried to put on his best appearance making sure that the feathers hanging from his right ear weren't ruffled.

"How many nations will be attending?"

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OOC: When is this thing starting?

-OOC-

As soon as the dull ache in my head subsides to the point that I can make a coherent post...

Ow... Stupid @$#%ing cabinets...


For the sake of simplicity and time, you're all magically inside the Thanatos ready to walk to the conferance if you aren't already there. Or you're already inside.

Now I need Tylenol...

OOC: I always laugh when I hear or read the word Tylenol. I have a friend who's screen name on everything is Tylenol_csd. It started when I made a character on, the N64 game, Perfect Dark called Viagra. MY motto was I'm always up for a game.

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Trevor Tryui looked about the room and at the other delegates. His advisor, a short, somewhat rumpled man carried a briefcase full of notes and other relevant documents that dealt with Vrakian policy regarding slavery. It even included the long ago Stubby incident which that nation accused a FKC state of child slavery.

Two of the King's Own, Vrakian special ops, frowned. Trevor sighed and wondered when the conference would actually begin.

To Administrator Kuroi:

The Protectorate of Atsuma will be sending a delegation to your conference as opposition to slavery. Attending will be Directorate Saul, Head Consul of Human Rights. We thank you kindly for your invitation, and hope we can find some resolution to this issue.

Sincerley,
Directorate Hollings, Head Consul of International Relations

The Kingdom of Farflung would like to send a team to your conference.
It will consist of Prince Mitchell(heir to the throne) and 5 high ranking nobles from
the Farflung foriegn service as well as 12 Elite royal guardsmen,no offense to your own security of course.
We wiil be on the Anti-slavery side.

-OOC-

Go ahead and either RP your arrivals in the same IC fashion, or just automatially assume you're at the conferance.

Sorry about the delay. Things came up. Internet stayed down.


-IC-

"Well now... Is this everyone...?" The Mekantan man said, smirking.

OOC: i must warn you i think the emperor is going to be rather drunk lol (i've always wanted to RP my emperor drunk wonder what he will let slip lol)

Delegate: "Jeffery Kandel, Minister of International Relations, Itinerate Tree Dweller Empire. His Majesty, Emperor Erik the 1st sends his greetings. We offer our thanks for such a lovely trip."

Parthian Delegate: " I am Bijan Savhadkohi, Lord of Ctesiphon. The Shah Khosru I, most blessed in the eyes of Ahura Mazda sends his blessings and hopes that this confrence will bear fruit.

"Major General Neville Grant of the Imperial Fatherlands Of Rufai Army", Grant saluted and bowed to the pro-slavery delegates before returning to staring with his souless eyes at the anti-slavery delegates.

"Warsmith Malricht of the Iron Warriors, ruler of the Galachorr system. I hope that this discussion can come to a sensible conclusion..."

The "hunting killing/eating" was finished. Isss' Rraa' Kroo, as well as the other five Sskiss under her dominance felt "joy/pleasure of eating" and all were clearly in a better mood.

Having finished, they had once again reestablished creche/pack bonds - they rubbed snouts and necks together, smelled each other, chased each other and administered mock "death bites" to restablish their heirarchy. . .

A tiny hovering Mekantan drone had appeared silently. It was small, not much larger then a Sskiss egg, black and vaguely egg shaped. P' Kraak, ever watchful, noticed it first and let out a soft "Kee' Ruup" alerting the others. Isss' Rraa' Kroo approached the drone and attempted to detect sent, detected nothing, waited for it to communicate with her.

"Requiring of presence at "area of discusion of issues of greatest importance/weight"" the drone said in modifiers of "greatest respect" and further modifiers of "urgency of presence". The drone also added "Wisdom/deepness of thought needed/required".

Isss' Rraa' Kkroo merely signed "receiving/acceptance of communication" and dismissed the drone. A thought had occured to her that the Mekantans may have been watching her and her group this whole time. . . studying them. . .Like a hunter watches prey. . .

She put it out of her mind. Before she could continue this line of thought, a passage appeared as before. . .the wall seemed to flow apart revealing an opening. The Sskiss strided out one by one and formed a "V" shaped formation with her in the lead.

Their heavy three toed taloned feet clicked and echoed as all five strided down the wide passage toward the diplomacy chamber. . .

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