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IC: The delegate where seated in the great hall, Eporer Palpatine at the head of the table, all where waited upon by slaves that brought them more food and drink. The Emporer stood, his figure barley taller than those who where sitting.

He waited of the Hubbub to die down and then spoke in a clear voice. "Gentlemen, I balive that our first duty is to decide how we should treat our slaves. We should pass a international law upon this to be inposed in our countrys. My first suggestion is tha no slave should be starved, flogged, raped or have any other sexual abuse preformed upon them. They should not be shacked with elteric chains or with any type of chain that causes them excrusiating pain."

"Agreed?"

“This is ludicrous,” muttered Jehvah. “physical coercion is the number one means of training slaves. If you cannot punish them, then how do you expect to make them behave? The threat of excecution? No. I would not support such measures. Condemnation of their excessive use perhaps, but not banning.”

"Beating I balive is fine." The Emporer replyed. "I didn't mention beating or slapping and such. I mentioned Whipping and certain devices that are to painful."

"My first suggestion is tha no slave should be starved, flogged, raped or have any other sexual abuse preformed upon them. They should not be shacked with elteric chains or with any type of chain that causes them excrusiating pain."

"Agreed?"

The Mekantan delegate, a male with long dark blue hair and blue eye streaks, very obviously flips the Aust delegate the bird.

"The Mekantan Empire finds your proposal to be, to use a Human term, bullshit." He stands, flanked by two Akujin. "Mekantan blood sports quite frequently use slaves when there are no criminals. Human slaves make up a fair part of Mekanta's diet, along with Feran slaves. We will not stop."

He smirks.

"But pass whatever laws you wish. Mekanta will not obey this one, and will eradicate anyone who wishes to oppose our treatment of our slaves."

The Mekantan delegate, a male with long dark blue hair and blue eye streaks, very obviously flips the Aust delegate the bird.

"The Mekantan Empire finds your proposal to be, to use a Human term, bullshit." He stands, flanked by two Akujin. "Mekantan blood sports quite frequently use slaves when there are no criminals. Human slaves make up a fair part of Mekanta's diet, along with Feran slaves. We will not stop."

He smirks.

"But pass whatever laws you wish. Mekanta will not obey this one, and will eradicate anyone who wishes to oppose our treatment of our slaves."
"I am suprised that you even bothered to arrive, Mekanta. Though odviusly being cyborgs I do not find it suprising that you disagree, and if you need to eat them then that is your choice. I cannot try to force you to stop eating something can I. As for your blood sports, I would prefere you to use crinimals of course. But if you can't then thats life."

"I don't have the power to force a space tech nation to do that."

"Abdsurd!"

An uptight red-tape type was seated here for Fodmodmadtol. The demeaner she held was on of a sixty year old, whilst her actual age was only that of thirty two.

"If you take the physical connection out of slavery, you nullify the point entirely! What are slaves used for? I doubt one would purchase a slave to have an interesting conversation with them, or play a round of chess with! Be reasonable when de-humanising!"

"Abdsurd!"

An uptight red-tape type was seated here for Fodmodmadtol. The demeaner she held was on of a sixty year old, whilst her actual age was only that of thirty two.

"If you take the physical connection out of slavery, you nullify the point entirely! What are slaves used for? I doubt one would purchase a slave to have an interesting conversation with them, or play a round of chess with! Be reasonable when de-humanising!"
"They are used to work, to cook, to do jobs where it is completly dangerous for a Austian to work in. Such as a nuclear reactor for instance. Sexual things are not the point of Slavery, I cnan understand Mekanta point a view, but your disgusts me." The Boy Emporer sat down.

Arch of the brow, and continues in the most pleasant of ways.

"And I believe you misunderstand me. Physical as in heavy labor, as in farm work, as in gravel factories. They do physcial things, you tame by physical means. Please rinse your mind a few times and retrieve it from the gutter.."

A small chuckle, followed by a polite smile.

Arch of the brow, and continues in the most pleasant of ways.

"And I believe you misunderstand me. Physical as in heavy labor, as in farm work, as in gravel factories. They do physcial things, you tame by physical means. Please rinse your mind a few times and retrieve it from the gutter.."

A small chuckle, followed by a polite smile.
"I see what you mean. However is it really needed to tame them. We find that if you get them young, then they will do what you say. We use shackles but not inhuman means. A good beating is fine, but some nations I know of whip/flogg there slaves until you can see there ribs. Some also use elteric chains to give them a large shock when they make any mistake. These are the things I am against. I balive it is you who misunderstood me, madam. Maybe you should have a IQ test? They say that your IQ points fall with age."

-OOC-
Something seems screwed (pardon the pun) here. Mekanta torturing people to death for the fun of it is okay, but banging a few slaves to keep them in line isn't?

I guess the Sophists of Greece were correct. Might makes right!

-IC-

The Mekantan delegate just laughs.

"We wish to ask what you plan to do to stop them? Slaves are only worth thier use. Why not get as much use out of them as you can?"

Liathan Markus, Military Intelligence Captain walked into the main room of the Conference, looking around. He wore the uniform of a Royal Confederation Military Intelligence Officer. A black pair of cargo pants and black leather assault boots, a black short sleeved shirt and tie. Over the shirt and tie he wore a five pocket tunic belted tunic. Four pockets were on the front, while the fifth was a pen pocket on his upper left sleeve. The tunic belt was black leather, with a silver buckle. For badging his rank was on the epaulet slipons, while on his right sleeve he wore a Military Intelligence flash. Other badges he wore was a namebadge over his right breast pocket, and a set of royal confederation flight wings over his left breast pocket. There was little other accessories to his uniform, since all his metal he wore was done in silver instead of brass and he wore a dark green lainyard around his collar. He carried on his tunic belt somthing important, his handgun holster and ammunition pouches for it. The only other thing he wore was his sword, which was attached to his tunic belt. Behind him were two Military Intelligence Lieutenants and one Second Lieutenant, all of them carrying Laptop bags and also carried swords. There was about seven or eight members of the foreign office and the interior ministry, including the head of the delegation Adam Morrison, who wore a very expensive business suit.

They sat down at their tables, everyone setting up laptops and other gear that the carried. It was simply the other normal things, overhead projectors, routers etc. Soon the presenation began. Liathan was of course listening to everything that was being said and then eventually saw Adam standing up and starting to speak.

"However, Legally, Slaves are not covered under human rights legaslation, at least not in the Royal Confederation, so before we deal with the treatment of slaves, our first issue must be to define what rights a slave has under law, and the Royal Confederation will be very reluctant to sign any document where we give up some of our traditions, rights or principles. So I suggest we change the issue to the legal rights of slaves before discussing treatment as well as the purpose of this meeting."

-OOC-
Something seems screwed (pardon the pun) here. Mekanta torturing people to death for the fun of it is okay, but banging a few slaves to keep them in line isn't?

I guess the Sophists of Greece were correct. Might makes right!

-IC-

The Mekantan delegate just laughs.

"We wish to ask what you plan to do to stop them? Slaves are only worth thier use. Why not get as much use out of them as you can?"
OOC: On a level playing feild (Nation vs NAtion both modern tech) I reacon I'd beat you, but when you have future tech I can't.

IC: "I can try to stop those whom refuseto dot his once the council has agreed on this course there is still much to do to decide on these terms. I however do not balive that someone on another planet should be accounted for by someone on earth."

Liathan Markus, Military Intelligence Captain walked into the main room of the Conference, looking around. He wore the uniform of a Royal Confederation Military Intelligence Officer. A black pair of cargo pants and black leather assault boots, a black short sleeved shirt and tie. Over the shirt and tie he wore a five pocket tunic belted tunic. Four pockets were on the front, while the fifth was a pen pocket on his upper left sleeve. The tunic belt was black leather, with a silver buckle. For badging his rank was on the epaulet slipons, while on his right sleeve he wore a Military Intelligence flash. Other badges he wore was a namebadge over his right breast pocket, and a set of royal confederation flight wings over his left breast pocket. There was little other accessories to his uniform, since all his metal he wore was done in silver instead of brass and he wore a dark green lainyard around his collar. He carried on his tunic belt somthing important, his handgun holster and ammunition pouches for it. The only other thing he wore was his sword, which was attached to his tunic belt. Behind him were two Military Intelligence Lieutenants and one Second Lieutenant, all of them carrying Laptop bags and also carried swords. There was about seven or eight members of the foreign office and the interior ministry, including the head of the delegation Adam Morrison, who wore a very expensive business suit.

They sat down at their tables, everyone setting up laptops and other gear that the carried. It was simply the other normal things, overhead projectors, routers etc. Soon the presenation began. Liathan was of course listening to everything that was being said and then eventually saw Adam standing up and starting to speak.

"However, Legally, Slaves are not covered under human rights legaslation, at least not in the Royal Confederation, so before we deal with the treatment of slaves, our first issue must be to define what rights a slave has under law, and the Royal Confederation will be very reluctant to sign any document where we give up some of our traditions, rights or principles. So I suggest we change the issue to the legal rights of slaves before discussing treatment as well as the purpose of this meeting."
The Emporer nodded, "maybe you are right, we can come to this later, deciing upon slaves rights should come first."

"I feel that in no way we could comply with that. An example must be made of all slaves who even begin to show weakness. We slaughter a slave in front of the others as soon as that slave fails to meet his required workload. This in turn makes the other slaves work harder. Sure forcing them to work for days without food is harsh as is beating them into a pulp, and then slaughtering them for not meeting their workload is harsh. But they are slaves for a reason..." Calmly said the delegate, as he sat in his chair. The silver armor two bodyguards standing next to him, casted a metalic-like shine upon the delegate's face.

"I believe sir, that you just insulted me for my difference of opinion. If I may return the favor, a bit sophomoric."

A small rustle as she retrieved a labtop, and set it on the table. A small click as the power was turned on, and another as the monitor was folded down. Nods to other delagtes respectively as they spoke, perked and attent as they went on with their speaches.

"Rights for something comparable to a battery is a bit ludicrous, but if we must discuss legal rights before treatment, so be it. I am personally at a loss for whatever any of you might want to say on the rights of a slave though."

"Thank you Sir." Adam replied as he looked at the other delegates, smoothing out his suit. "If you will let me, I will move that the state's laws take precidence over the rights of slaves, regardless of treatment. I would like to hear the laws of other nations." Adam paused for a second before continuning. "In the Royal Confederation, slaves have no rights or protections under the law. The only protection is that they are privately owned, not public domain so the owner can press charges under property law."

The Red Tidean delegate stifled a yawn and checked his watch. "We personally couldnt care less about how the nations that have slaves treat them. After all we dont have 'em... we just ship 'em around for other nations... so if you dont mind I will be staying out of this debate and taking a short nap... stupid jet lag. When we get too the next subject please wake me up." He leaned back in his chair and soon was moderatly asleep.

"The rights of a slave in our Nation are non existant. The Government does not entirely support the whole issue on slaves, and only serves to regulate it. The only slave we have are the Dregs of society who refuse to contribute, and only serve to soak up the hard won contributions of the populous. Criminals, tramps, complete wastes and the like. If they wish though, they may plea to the High Courts for a parol of sorts."

A small grin and she glanced over the delegates assembled.

"The thing is though, they are usually deported for sale after classification. They are not permited to reside within the nation after they have been classified as a slave, or whatever you prefer to call them. The only way they are allowed to enter once more is if they are with their owner. Chances of that though, are slim to none."

The representative's voice takes on an eerie resonance. "I agree with the delegate from The God Falltothzu."

"Rights for slaves??.............but they're slaves. The whole point is that they do not have rights." The woman spoke up for the first time. She had spent her time sitting in the back corners since her arrival from Jiggady and took this as her first opportunity to announce her presence.

"I agree that there should be some type of step taken for the somewhat ethical treatment of slaves, but only to keep the international community, which is largely anti slavery, off of our backs.

Even if we do it for show, select the most potent male and female stock and keep them seperate from the rest of the slave class, and put them in camps where the conditions are not so bad, and whenever the international community comes knocking wishing to see slave conditions, they are shown these segmented groups. Selecting the most potent males and females also allows us better breeding of slaves."

"Bah. Because the breeding of slaves like dogs would help pry the world off of our back. Slaves have one right. The right to obey their master."

A derisive huff.

"If any of us believed in ethics, would we be here in the first place, Madame?"

Lord Kharax, director of Slave Management at Terra 001, had a sinister quality to him as he smiled, looking at the other delegates.

"Right? No. It is a need... They obey..."

The air actually seems to grow colder around Kharax as his smile grows broader and more wicked.

"... Or they die..."

"Mekanta enjoys our slaves being rebellious, as it gives us another excuse... But... Perhaps there is a middle ground that will make the weak nation of Aust happy..."

"By raising slave children from the earliest stages of independant human development, it may be possible to subconsciously condition them to obey. Repeated generations of selective breeding and early conditioning will render a caste of slaves that will not disobey orders."

"Is this pleasing?"

By raising slave children from the earliest stages of independant human development, it may be possible to subconsciously condition them to obey. Repeated generations of selective breeding and early conditioning will render a caste of slaves that will not disobey orders.

"Homo Servus?" queried the cowled figure of a humanoid some 10 feet tall as it strode into the chamber, each footstep accompanied by what could only be referred to as a metallic 'impact' upon the floor, reverberating throughout the chamber and making windows tremble.

"Your approach is all wrong, director. Why breed and condition countless generations of the human dregs? Too much time is taken. Too much can go wrong. Bleeding-Heart Freedom-Lovers may get some spark of courage and attempt to free the beleaguered masses.

"No, in order to craft the proper race, one must look at the... basics.

A glistening arm of obsidian... or steel made to look like obsidian, raised from the voluminous cloak of the cowled figure and aimed at a blank spot on the conference room wall. An image formed on the wall of DNA strands and genetic information, along with a small selection of particular genes placed in a box labeled "Suggestivity / Free Will Control"

"Remove their resistance to suggestion, remove their instinct towards self-interest. They will follow your every command, and throw themselves in front of bullets for you. It is understood. I have the information.

"My nation is but a small one, and easily overlooked. However, this does not mean that the spark of genius cannot flourish, and indeed, sometimes the largest of boons can come from the smallest of sources. I am The Twelfth One, Warlord, and 22nd So-Called Harrumphmeister of the Dominion of Godular. If you are interested in this information, seek me out at my Citadel. I can provide all you need... for a price."

The Twelfth One's arm fell back into its robes, whereupon the... thing... spun on its heel with a maddening screech of metal on marble and marched smartly out of the chamber. Of where it previously stood, naught remained but a small black box which looked to be a small communicator... or a tape player.

Lord Jehvah smiled thinly. Atum had had such a project in the works before his death. An effort to replace the religion oriented means of gaining power with simple genetics. However, since his unfortunate demise it had floundered and gone unrecognised by the numerous upstarts and successors to his throne. Perhaps it was time to look into it himself. If he could take the genetic research facility, he would be able to use that information to build a super-soldier capable of destroying the enemy in battle with very little difficulty. A coup like that would be... quite something to behold. With that data he could take the throne of Atum for himself instead of being a simple lackey for this kind of mission.

Concealing his true eagerness, he looked at device left by the iron behemoth, at first considering the possibility that it was a bomb, but rejecting that, his thoughts solely on getting out of here so he could get to this citadel. "Perhaps," he said, "we could have a short adjournment?"

"Genetics? Stark. Raving. Mad. Despite what could potentially go wrong, you will put the test of Nurture verses Nature to the brink. What if it isn't Nature? What if it is how they are raised? While I would love to see either of the suggestions mentioned put to use, I would also love to see how you came to this conclusion. Scientific facts, show me the data. Even then, how expensive will all of this be?

Is it really that much of a burden to take the whip to a slave every now and then?"