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ooc:Construction Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=343405)... Some of you may know this, but for the ones that didn't:

The n00bish Nation of Sephrioth was annexed by Grenval and given to Generic Empire. GE wished to make a large, Las Vegas-like, nation out of the annexed lands of the Former Nation of Sephrioth. at first, he asked Grenval to build the paradise for him, but many weeks went past with no action by Grenval to initiate construction. I offered 30 of my nation's govt-controlled construction agencies to complete the project, and GE accepted. the construction is now complete, and ready for visitors.

IC:

President Mooty stepped out of his private jet carrying his standard 2 .45 pistols in their holsters and escorted by 36 SpecOps Soldiers. He was going to enjoy this vacation. As he arrived at his personal palace, near both Tarenteor's and GE's palaces, he looked up at the monolithic statue of him in front of it. "They kind of went overboard, eh?" he said, walking up the stairs to the main entrance.

"Mooty, Sir, it's an honor to meet you, sir." said the young boy at the reception desk "Your personal quarters are on the second floor, sir." He said, pointing to the elevator and handing Mooty the key needed to allow access to the second floor.

"Thank you! Also, if two women from CyberUtopia show up, give them a key to the second floor and make sure they are comfortable and happy, okay?" Mooty was unsure if the Commodore and Void Admiral would come to this paradise, though he had invited them both. He sure as hell hoped they would.

"Yes sir! I will personally make sure that they are happy while they are here." He said, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with them.

Mooty arrived at the second floor and began to rest a bit. A 12 hour flight will take the energy out of you. "Men, you are dismissed until further notice, but keep your headsets on, okay?" he told them. They nodded in agreement and dispersed to the various casinos, red light districts, and marinas to have a good time, leaving their equipment in their personal rooms on the second floor.

ooc: This IS an OPEN Char. RP, not invite only...

((OOC: My nation does not currently have a leader, so I will RP with the late Vladimir Kreschnev II, and the rest of his posse.))

General Josef Tayanovich stepped off of his converted 747 at Las Sephrioth International air. He was escorted by two scantily clad women bandishing AKM assault rifles. He had discarded his military uniform for a pair of shorts, a hawaiian print shirt, and a pair of Ray-Bans. His Desert Eagle was clearly visible in his hip holster.

"Finally, a well needed vacation. No more annoying aids, invasions, imperialist expansions, slave traders, genocide, civil war, annoying aids, nuclear holocaust, annoying aids, or haughty emperors," said the General. A man approached Tayanovich.

"Hello sir, welcome to the grand opening of the casino nation of Las Sephrioth. I will be your personal chauffeur for the duration of your visit. You transportation is right over here."

The man led Tayanovich and his escorts to a limousine, double parked outside the airport entrance.

"You will be staying in the Emperor's personal mansion. The rest of your party will be arriving shortly."

The limousine made its way through the comfortably wide streets, at a cool 120 miles per hour. The speed limit signs were conspicuosly absent from the highways in Las Sephrioth. The limousine pulled in front of an enormous concrete wall, complete with a towering wrought iron gate. Inside the compound stood an enormous statue of Emepror Kreschnev II, waving majestically. Next to that stood a slightly smaller, but equally impressive statue of General Tayanovich, a grim look on his face, and his foot on the neck of a communist. The General smiled.

"Just like I pictured it."

A jumble of metal looking sort of like a monster truck with anti-grav pods strapped on burst into the parking lot with a loud rumble and halted abrubtly, almost throwing the back over the cab. The continuous, sickening bouncing of the truck settles slowly, until the abomination is sitting peacefully on the pavement.

"That is the last time you get to drive my car." A woman who was, not coincidentaly, Commodore Elis Daystanovik of the CAEDC.

The driver, also not coincidentaly Master Void Admiral Dëlain Goldfire, beamed in response. "That's what you said last time."

The two women stalked up to the reception desk.

"Um, hi, we were told to meet a mister President Mooty here? Has he arrived yet?" The Admiral asked the boy at the desk.

"Damn." Thought the boy at the desk. Now he would have to care for them.

"Yes Ma'am, he said that I should give you the key to gain access upstairs. President Mooty is upstairs, most likely awaiting your arrival. The boy started to want to take care of these beautiful women. He was getting jealous of Mooty.

The boy hands the Void Admiral the key to the elevator and tells her not to be alarmed if she hears gunshots upstairs. "Mooty has a personal firing range up stairs, along with an armory. We decided to make the entire second floor soundproof because of it."

Meanwhile, on the second floor:

BOOM (heart shot)

Mooty was firing on a target 300 yards away using his favorite gun. It was a M25 Semi-Automatic Sniper Rifle chambered for 7.62x51 mm NATO rounds.

BOOM (head shot)

BOOM (neck Shot)

He set the rifle down and went over to his desk. He might need to mobilize some forces soon against a terrorist faction. They had been causing trouble all over the city.

The Elf grinned broadly at the receptionist. "Don't worry, if I'm not alarmed when broadside of heavy coilguns goes off, I don't think small arms will bother me."

She took the key and the two headed off to the elevator. Elis looked over her shoulder and flashed the boy a smile before they were out of sight.

"Shooting range sounds fun, and relaxing." Elis commented.

Dëlain giggled. "That's to be expected, coming from you."

The duo opened the door to the shooting range and peeked inside.

Foreign Minister Georg Maccek stepped off of his commercial United airlines flight. He had had to fight his way through the rest of the passengers, as some idiot had booked him in coach. He stepped out into the terminal, gasping for air. He moved towards the airport exit. A middle eastern man approached him.

"Mr. Maccek?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Ahmoud. I will be your driver for the duration of your trip."

"Excellent. Finally something's going right."

The chauffeur led him outside. He stopped in front a broken down cab.

"Where's the car?"

"Here is car."

"You jest."

"No, get in."

The cabbie struggled to start the engine.

"You will be staying in the Imperial palace. We go there now."

The cab and its passengers spent an hour in Las Sephrioth traffic. Suddenly the engine stalled. Georg cursed.

"You get out. You push," said the cabbie.

"What are you talking about?!"

"Now!"

Georg pushed the taxi the last mile, before coming to rest in front of the Generian Imperial Palace. He stared in awe at the two statues. There was a third statue to the right, added as an after thought. Georg looked at the roughly carved face, realising it was a bad interpretation of himself. He could almost make out the prominent nose from beneath the graffiti.

"It's going to be a long trip..." he muttered to himself as he carried his luggage through the gate.

Mooty had heard them walking all the way from the elevator to the shooting range door. "Hello Ladies," he said coming up behind them "Come in and relax. this will be your room" He said to the Void Admiral pointing to the room on the left of his,"and this will be your room" he said to the Commodore, pointing to the room on the right of his. "We can practice some shooting, or we can go to some casinos. What would you ladies like to do?" He asked.

General Tayanovich put his luggage down in the spacious suite in the Presidential palace. He opened the mini-bar to find it stocked with vodka. Tayanovich grinned widely. He walked over to the phone. There was a piece of paper pinned under the reciever. He picked it up: 'call Maria- 1-900-366-5355'

"The Emperor knows how to entertain," thought Tayanovich.

He dialed the number.

Both women grinned at each other, noting how conveniently close they were to Mooty's room. He really couldn't have been more transparent if he tried.

"I haven't shot anything in a while." Elis remarked with a smirk.

She took out a long, heavy looking pistol with an ornate etching of a golden Chinese dragon down both sides. As she leveled it at a distant target, the Admiral crept up behind her and covered her friend's eyes with a hand.

"Dëlain..." The Commodore growled.

"Go on, just shoot." She goaded.

A thin white needle shot out of the barrel at hypersonic speeds and buried itself in the far wall.

"Oh...shot and a miss." The Admiral giggled.

Elis grumbled something under her breath as she reloaded blind and focused. Another long needle lept from the pistol and blasted the target's head to shreds, the force taking the torso of the dummy with it.

"Nice..." Dëlain murmured and looked back to Mooty. "I'm not much of a shooter. We can hit the casino, unless you want to teach me some tricks."

Tayanovich held the reciever to his ear, sweating from panic. He waited for someone to pick up.

"This is Vincent," came the voice over the phone.

"Vincent, you gotta help me. She's dead."

"Who is this?"

"Don't play games with me Vinnie. I got real problems."

"Is this Joe?"

"Vinnie you gotta help me."

"Whats the problem?"

"I wake up, I don't know where I am, and there's a dead hooker on the bed."

"Relax. I know a guy who fixes things like this."

"Hurry and tell him to get his as* over here!"

"Relax Joe. Just take it easy. Have some vodka."

"Vodka's what got me into this mess."

"Remember Sun-Tzu, you can never have too much vodka."

ooc: trust me, he wanted to be VERY transparent....

"That's very impressive, Commodore. You have a way with guns. That's a very good trait to have." He said, kissing her hand.

"Hmm, maybe you could try this gun," he said, picking up an AR-15 and two clips "this was the first type of gun that I ever fired. I hit the target the size of a lightbulb three out of five times at three hundred yards. it's a very accurate gun, and this one has a laser sight. Just put the dot where you want to hit, and squeeze the trigger, don't pull it, but squeeze it gently, so as to not jerk the gun before you fire." He fired off a round from the hip, and it hit the target in the right eye.

Elis blushed a little, partly from the compliment, partly from the excitment of nailing a difficult shot.

Dëlain looked a little uncertain. "Alright, laser sights should make it easy."

She put the gun to her shoulder, taking a clearly imperfect stance and centering the wavering red bead on one of the closer dummy's chest. She pressed down on the trigger a little too hard, and the shot blew out the target's upper arm.

"Hrm, could have done better." She muttered.

Mooty walked up behind her, put his arms around her, and showed her the correct stance. "Keep your legs shoulder-width apart, with your weaker side facing the target, put the red dot on the target. breathe in deep, let it out, and when the dot settles on the target, slowly, gently pull the trigger. Be sure to hold the stock of the gun against your shoulder firmly."

He walked back over to Elis "She's never fired a gun before, has she?" he said jokingly. "You should teach her. You're very good."

The Elf blushed deeply. "Erm...thanks."

Elis grinned at Mooty. "She's more accustomed to blowing entire fleets out of orbit than shooting just one person at a time, so yes."

Another shot rang out and a dummy's head exploded into feathery bits of foam. Dëlain beamed at the "dead" target.

"You're welcome Delain! That was a wonderful shot! Would you like to try a true sniper rifle now?"

Mooty whispers to Elis "Yes, but I still believe you should teach her. It wouldn't be very good if she was alone with only a gun and had to fend for herself. You're better than me from what I've seen. I've always admired that in a woman."

The next few shots demolished the remains of the dummy's nekc and torso.

"Yeah, ok. Where's a sniper rifle?" The Admiral asked.

Elis smiled at Mooty. "We compliment each other. She's the one that taught me how to focus like that, a technique actually designed for shiron ki swordfighting, at which she's proficient. You're right though, she should learn." She glanced back at the dust that used to be her dummy and shrugged modestly. "That was just one dummy, though. You've been through the military too, as a sniper no less."

A man steps out of helicopter with DepertmantdfReich which is Stanfordia of Department of State. The man is the Secretary of State, John Standson. He heads to the rep. desk and asks for the best room in hotel.

ooc:Construction Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=343405)... Some of you may know this, but for the ones that didn't:

The n00bish Nation of Sephrioth was annexed by Grenval and given to Generic Empire. GE wished to make a large, Las Vegas-like, nation out of the annexed lands of the Former Nation of Sephrioth. at first, he asked Grenval to build the paradise for him, but many weeks went past with no action by Grenval to initiate construction. I offered 30 of my nation's govt-controlled construction agencies to complete the project, and GE accepted. the construction is now complete, and ready for visitors.

IC:

President Mooty stepped out of his private jet carrying his standard 2 .45 pistols in their holsters and escorted by 36 SpecOps Soldiers. He was going to enjoy this vacation. As he arrived at his personal palace, near both Tarenteor's and GE's palaces, he looked up at the monolithic statue of him in front of it. "They kind of went overboard, eh?" he said, walking up the stairs to the main entrance.

"Mooty, Sir, it's an honor to meet you, sir." said the young boy at the reception desk "Your personal quarters are on the second floor, sir." He said, pointing to the elevator and handing Mooty the key needed to allow access to the second floor.

"Thank you! Also, if two women from CyberUtopia show up, give them a key to the second floor and make sure they are comfortable and happy, okay?" Mooty was unsure if the Commodore and Void Admiral would come to this paradise, though he had invited them both. He sure as hell hoped they would.

"Yes sir! I will personally make sure that they are happy while they are here." He said, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with them.

Mooty arrived at the second floor and began to rest a bit. A 12 hour flight will take the energy out of you. "Men, you are dismissed until further notice, but keep your headsets on, okay?" he told them. They nodded in agreement and dispersed to the various casinos, red light districts, and marinas to have a good time, leaving their equipment in their personal rooms on the second floor.


OOC: So, what happened to MY palace and red light district, ey? And I want my arrogant butter!

ooc: Taren Has his own personal palace to the west of mine. Large statue and everything.

ooc: Taren Has his own personal palace to the west of mine. Large statue and everything.

Don't forget the red light district and the missile silo.

ooc: yeah, that too

OOC: *dances*

"Here you are. This is a PSG-1 Sniper Rifle made by Heckler & Koch. It's very heavy, so you might want to sit down and prop it up on this" he said, pulling a chair behind her and a gun rest around in front of her "don't let the kick knock you off balance, okay?"

"She's getting better, but after you two leave, you might want to teach her a bit more. She can kill targets, but not real people. Not yet." he said to Elis. "You really are good with guns. I really think you're a good bit better than me with handguns."

"Ladies, would you like to go downstairs in a bit? Are you two hungry from the drive over here? I can have room service bring something up for you."

Elis giggled. "Stop it, you're making me blush." Her demeanor became more serious. "She has...reasons for not wanting to shoot people. I'll teach her some, but she's never going to be a master sharpshooter. She doesn't have the instinct, for one thing. You understand, right?"

Dëlain was oblivious to this discussion as she steadied the gun and let out a long breath. The PSG-1 barked and one of the 175m dummies lost it's "heart."

"Ow, that's got some kick." She muttered, rubbing her shoulder.

"Yeah, but that was a nice shot, Delain. You're getting a lot better." he said smiling.

"I can understand that. I've always had the instinct, I guess. I never had problems with regret or depression thinking about his family or anything like that. I just did what I needed to do to stay alive and make them die." He admitted.

"So ladies, would you like to go get something to eat, maybe go to a casino?" He asked them once again.

Dëlain nodded and placed the PSG-1 back in it's rack.

"Yeah, why not? I'm hungry enough."

"Ditto. You'll have to give us a tour, Mooty, I'm sure it's easy to get lost." Elis said, smiling at the man.

IC: Rift walked out of the teleport beam, nervously glancing at his aide. "I do NOT believe you talked me into using the teleporter." He hissed. His aide just shrugged and got the two suitcases they had from the ground where they had dropped too. Rift sighed heavily and made his way towards one of the palaces, surely they would recieve him well there.(the TWK palace to be exact.)

He walked inside, bending through his knees to make sure he didn't bump his head on the doorpost. Rift stretched himself out to his full 9 feet height and walked to the reception desk where he confronted a shocked looking boy. "Sorry to interrupt you young man, but could you be so kind to allert the owner of this wonderfull palace that the Lord of Dumpsterdam, Vespasius Rift has arrived?" The boy nodded and went to pick up a phone to call upstairs.

OC: Rift's a bit of a complicated story realy, he's a future tech char stuck in a modern tech nation, henche the huge size of his body and his obsession with guns and combat. For the rest my nation is all modern tech.

obsession with guns and combat.

((Seems to be the trend here, heh.))

((Seems to be the trend here, heh.))

OC: Well, the guy always has either a boltpistol in his jacket or a stormbolter strapped onto his leg :) Oh and scrap that other part, make that just war hardned, the guy still leads his troops from the frontline. He's been in naval blockades, parachute insertion, mechanised assaults and god knows wat else, he just takes every change he can get to be with his troops. :p

((Yeah, now that's devotion to your men. I like him.))

"What would you ladies like to have?" He said moving towards the phone. Right before his hand touched it, the phone rang. "Great, what now?" He said before picking up the phone and answering ,"Yes?".

"Mooty, sir. There's a man down here claiming to be Vespasius Rift, Lord of Dumpsterdam. He told me to tell you he has arrived." the boy said in a noticably shocked tone.

"Well, tell him his arrival is unexpected, but we shall welcome him with open arms into our palace." Mooty said casually.

The boy did as he was told. "Shall I send him up, sir?" the boy said, still shocked for some unapparent reason.

"But of course! Send him up, and tell him that we're glad he decided to come to the Grand Opening of Las Sephrioth!" Mooty said hanging up the phone.

"Hmm, it seems we have an unexpected visitor from Dumpsterdam, Lord Vespasius Rift, I believe he said. Do either of you know him?" Mooty said, after handing them both a menu to order from.

"Never heard of the place." Elis told him casually before scanning the menu.

"Me neither...I'm going to have their ceasar salad." Dëlain told the President.

"I'll get the charbroiled chicken." Her friend said, placing the menu to one side.

"Hmm, I wonder what he has come here for..." Mooty said curiously. Mooty picked the phone up again and ordered their meals. "Yes, this is President Mooty. I need one caesar salad, an order of char-broiled chicken, and a 10 oz. sirloin steak. Another guest is arriving soon, so expect another order when he gets up here."

"So, how about after we eat, we go and have some fun. There are numerous casinos and amusement parks in this city. What would you ladies like to do?"

A man entered Josef Tayanovich's room. He wore a long black coat and a pair of dark sunglasses. The minister of defense was sweating in a chair int he corner. The blood stained sheets covered the form of the dead hooker. The man walked towards the sheets, and lifted them.

"Pretty girl," said the man. "Shame she's dead."

Tayanovich jumped out of the chair, startled.

"I didn't kill her! I swear it."

"That's what they all say. It's none of my concern if you did or not. I still get paid."

Tayanovich picked up the half empty bottle of vodka on the table and drained it.

"Stop defiling yourself, and help me lift this body," said the man.

The man took the body in the bloody sheets, and carried her towards the door.

"Bring that maid's cart in here."

Tayanovich did so, and the man pulled the dirty sheets out of the cart, replcing them with the bloody sheets and the body. He then replaced the laundry, hiding the body.

"There. You'll get your bill in the mail."

"I didn't kill her, you know," said Tayanovich.

"I'm sure you didn't," replied the man as he walked out into the hall.

"Mmm, amusement parks...that sounds fun. Or we can always take a nice stroll, see a bit of everything." Dëlain suggested. "Is there anything specific you were looking forwards to?"

"No, nothing in particular. I'll ask the waiter when they bring up our food. So, Elis, is there anything you would like to do?" he asked smiling at her.

Rift nodded aprovingly at the message and pushed his aide out infront of him. "Come on Smith, haven't got all day." Smith had no choice as his Lord pushed him into the elevator and then got in himself, pressing the button for the second floor. Smith was still standing there, nervously tapping his feet while he held over four suitcases under his arms, barely able to keep up as Rift left the elevators and nocked on the door he was told to go to, he waited for a second and enterd, making sure his navy blue autoreactive armour was not doing anything stupid at that point.

"Ahh, you must be Lord Vespasius Rift, correct?" Mooty asked, looking up at the man's face.

Rift looked down to the man. "Yes I am Vespasius Rift, you can call me Rift if thats easier." He smiled and pulled a suitcase from underneath his aide's arm, causing him to loose grip on the other ones and letting them fall to the ground. Rift sighed "Smith...." he cut himself on in mid sentance and shoved his aide with suitcases and all out of the door with his foot. After he closed the door he opend the suitcase he had in his hands, Rift got out a perfectly made Steyr Tactical Elite. "This rifle." He started "Is one of my favorite's and I hope that this can repay for your hospitality." He handed the rifle over to Mooty who gladly accepted it.

"Thank you very much, sir. Would you like something to eat? We had just finished ordering when you came in" Mooty said handing him a menu,"Anything you want on the house."

"By the way, these two lovely ladies are Void Admiral Delain Goldfire and Commodore Elis Daystanovik from Cyberutopia. We've known one another for quite a while" Mooty told him. "Your aide may come in if he wishes. His food is also on the house."

Rift kissed both ladies hands, being in a charmy mood as he was right now and introduced himself. "I am Vespasius Rift, the Lord that has ruled Dumpsterdam since its founding time, Void Admiral Delain Goldfire and Commodore Elis Daystanovik it is a pleasure to meet you." Rift took his slight bow as his aide dragged himself back into the room with the suitcases. "Sir could I get something to eat first?" Smith asked as he pulled himself up. "Sure, the spicy chicken with ale for both of us." He said with a slight laugh. "I AM on vacation after all."

Mooty picked up the phone and placed Rift's order.

"Two orders of spicy chicken and ale, please."

"It will be a few minutes, okay?" Mooty asked, making sure that his guest was comfortable.


ooc: Let's wait for CU before we post anymore...

OC: Okay, I'll get my RL lunch now :D

ooc: lol, ok.

Both women give a short bow of their heads and smile at Vespasius.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Vespasius." Dëlain told the formdible looking man.

a claocked liberator nuclear strike space corvette aims at the former sephrioth outpost and fire it's lethal load 400 of demon class 7000 megatone nuclear missiles the sephrioth genrel in charge of the phoenix plan re arms the plan heh they have to disarm the vengance nuclear bombs

Sephrioth, if you can read this then you have been officially ignored.

Thank you and drive home safely.

a claocked liberator nuclear strike space corvette aims at the former sephrioth outpost and fire it's lethal load 400 of demon class 7000 megatone nuclear missiles the sephrioth genrel in charge of the phoenix plan re arms the plan heh they have to disarm the vengance nuclear bombs

Taren mumbles as some kid throws a plastic toy through his open window. Taren walks and flings it back at his head.

Sephrioth, if you can read this then you have been officially ignored.

Thank you and drive home safely.

You are welcome to stay and deal blackjack, however.

bumping so our old friend sephie can see what has become of his nation

Taren strides into the palace, up the stairs, and knocks on the door containing the 5 people. Time to make an entrance.

Mooty opens the door. "Taren, my friend! Welcome!" He greeted cheerfully, shaking Taren's hand.

Taren nods his head at Mooty, "I just coming around to look at your place. It's nice all in all. I'm doing a few renovations myself. Anyway, I was just wondering, why do you have 5 people packed in this one room, when you have hundreds? You have FAR too many guest rooms here."

OOC: I almost felt like typing "So, how the hell did we get out of that base so fast?"

"Well, they all just kinda ended up here." He said grinning.

Rift took a side way glance at both women, To bad I can't ask either of them out He thought to himself and watched Mooty walk in, the man wearing the same uniform that Alexia described. "Hey Mooty, how where my Royal Guard at the uranium mine incident? Any good with there shots?" Rift also decided to ask where his lunch was keeping up. "Uhm, I don't want to sound ungratefull here but I'm STARVING to death."

Both women returned Rift's gaze with a smile as they listened passively to the conversation.

OOC: This is Praetonia unable to log out of a puppet.

IC: The Praetonian Admiral arrived fashionably late. He climbed out of his car flanked on either side by 12 Imperial Marines in full dress uniform. Each was armed with an OICW. They walked into the casino which they could see was still tainted by the land upon which it stood. The sign on the door said "entrense".

BUMP

*coughs*

BUMP

*sneezes*

OOC: Eh, I wanna come, but do I have to read every page of it, or can I just fly in and get a room?

Is this Sephron (His home planet) your talking about? Or on Earth? Because as far as I know, he doesn't have any people on Earth.

His planet. We blew the bageezus out of it :D

And I have a palace! Sweet! You can just go and get a room, it's not that important.

Umm, ok. You do relise that he will most likly try and liberate it.

OOC: Eh I'm m0dern tech, darn, plus I don't know the first thing when it comes to futura tech, double darn,

We won't let him. I have I.G.N.O.R.E. Oddjob Hats. Very useful.

OOC: Eh I'm m0dern tech, darn, plus I don't know the first thing when it comes to futura tech, double darn,


It's Seph's land, so it doesn't matter. It has RPi, or RolePlay Inhibitors in it. We couldn't remove them. So coming here when you shouldn't actually makes MORE sense here!

Yeah, he will most likly ignore you lot aswell... So this RP was really a waste of space and everyones time.

It's Seph's land, so it doesn't matter. It has RPi, or RolePlay Inhibitors in it. We couldn't remove them. So coming here when you shouldn't actually makes MORE sense here!

Eh? Please make sense O-O

Nope. He hasn't bothered us yet. And we're just RPing. It's fun. If he has beef, I can get Mekanta to get Neo-Mekanta to sic Minagaroshi on him. :D

Eh? Please make sense O-O
It's a joke. There are such things call FTLi, which stop FTL travel. Faster Than Light Inhibitors, see? Someone was talking about how the Shivans were using Anti-Roleplay Generators on the forums. See? Anyways, just basically ignore the fact that this is a new planet, because it doesn't matter. Seph, in essence, makes NO SENSE!

Nope. He hasn't bothered us yet. And we're just RPing. It's fun. If he has beef, I can get Mekanta to get Neo-Mekanta to sic Minagaroshi on him. :D

Umm, yes. I've heard of him, never met him. How big is he?

I see... so I can come in an airplane because there is no sense of time and space in Sephiroth?

Or reason. No reason either.

Look, if it bothers you, we can send you a ship to move you.

I'm just trying to figure out:

Plane or ship, hmm...

Yeah, well. You just wait for the backlash...

Cam, shut up. You're ruining it. He already attacked, anyways. I basically ignored him, he went away.

Meh, only voicing my views...

Seeing as it is very local to us, Orange state is visiting. Our Emporer the glorius Magius is visiting with a few guards. I hope you can sort something out for him (or we got the contract to build those few hotels, casinos and cinema) as he is eight foot tall (the joys of being geneboosted eh?)

We have permission to land dont we? And bring a couple of escports into the system?

Anyway.. Asssuming we do.

The fleet stopped outside the system and a transport headed towards the planet, flanked by a pair of heavy fighters. The fighters stopped in orbit of a nearby planet while the transport continued on. It smoothly entered th4e atmosphere and proceeded most competantly to the nearest cleared launchpad.

On landing the craft's doors dropped open becoming a ramp, and out of the harch stepped five heavily armoured warriors, all standing a huge seven feet tall they were obviously human, if a little genetically altered, theirplasma guns were obviously not loaded, but could easily be connected to their builty in ammo supply if needed, they moved carefully, showing respect for the area aroudn them.

They seemd tiny comapired to their chage, Magius, a massive eight foot cyborg his skin a blueis grey with small metal nodes protruding and revealing his bionic enhancements. His face gave away his age however, over 300, his glowing white orbs of eyes gave away nothing.

He picked up a small communications unit and phoned the office of his hosts, and spoke as politely as possible, informing that he was there to partake in some talking, inspect a few establishments and a few of the more humble pleasures of the flesh.