NationStates Jolt Archive

"This is Joseph Mladic of the White Peoples Radio and Television Network... Human Rights, the mere mention of those two words in the same sentence is enough to make a sane man sick with disgust and contempt. The muddled liberal ideals that certain rights extend to all people and transcend race and borders, well the very ideas are sick and contemptuous."

"The idea that borders are meaningless and that the negro in Africa is the brother to the Mississippian in Egypt, Western Sahara, Ohio, Kentucky, or indeed anywhere in our Commonwealth, it is sick and wrong. Thus we deem it necessary to call a conference to discuss human rights issues in the world. The primary concern being the recent wave of anti-KKK persecutions."

"While we will not beat around the push about our stance on the non-white peoples, we do not advocate genocide and persecutions against them. We believe in separate but equal and in deportation of undesirables. Everybody has the right to life, even animals do. And hence if animals are permitted to live, why should negroes not be? Makes sense, yes... Well anyway, the conference will be held in Biloxi. Reserve your spots now. As always, standard security procedures are in affect."


Nations attending:

1) Mississippi (host)
2) Eldanor
3) Voderlund
4) Kahta
5) Sevaris
6) Itinerate Tree Dweller
7) Draganovia

In the intrests of reopening relations with the rest of the world, Voderlund will send a represenitive.

King John II

I will send a representative.

King MacDonald

Concidering the latest reactions from Decisive Action to try and counter these latest actions against racists, we will not be attending. Afterall... how can they be credible if they, up until recently, themselves are going to kill people solely because other nations are killing people they identify with.

Foriegn Minister Mick Lakely, Iuthian Diplomatic Corps

[Iuthian Stance on the Actions Against the KKK (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=7356403&postcount=45)]

Eldanor will send an ambassador to attend this conference.

High Lady
Alasse Órecalo

bump, updated list of attendees.

While I feel slightly more inclined to declare war on you yes why not the United States of Alutia shall send a representetive to said conference.

A giant C-380 airplane, wearing Voderlund diplomatic colors begins to approach mississippi air space. "This is Voderlund embassy approaching for the conference at Biloxi. Please give heading and landing instructions."

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=355220

Link to specs for the C-380 airplane design.

I too shall send a Diplomat.

A giant C-380 airplane, wearing Voderlund diplomatic colors begins to approach mississippi air space. "This is Voderlund embassy approaching for the conference at Biloxi. Please give heading and landing instructions."

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=355220

Link to specs for the C-380 airplane design.



"Standard procedures, land in Tennessee and be searched before being cleared for entry into Mississippi... You all ought to know the drill."


The plane was guided by MiG-41 Good Ole Boys to an airbase in Tennessee, the home of the 3rd Tennessee Commonwealth Parachute Division. The plane was to be surrounded by an infantry brigade and an armored car company and then searched top and bottom by two squads of MSAAS.

We shall also send a representative.

An osprey touches down in the airfield and my diplomat steps out accompnied by a platoon of ODST special forces.

Be fair warned he informes your men that we have B-1 lancers 30 minutes out and fueled should anything go amiss here.

we wish to sewnd a represenitive by the name of Dr. Gordon Freeman. he is an expert on human rights and various other things.

The Free Land of Chelovekia wishes to send a representative to this conference.

Parthia believes humans have no rights and will gladly support this in the confrence.

An osprey touches down in the airfield and my diplomat steps out accompnied by a platoon of ODST special forces.


Ooc- Sorry, either edit that or you're out of this now, if you know anything about my regulations, which you don't, and didn't bother to ask... Your men would be so shot full of holes right now. We don't allow foreigners to bring any firearms, knives, or other weapons implements into our nation... You can't just "land" at the airfield, there is usually the requesting to land, then I RP letting you land... I didn't say, "Hey in the sake of time, let's skip all that", in this RP, we have time, so we can land and have fun. But anyway, you're in Tennessee right now, being checked over left and right, top and bottom. The plane is basically being searched top to bottom before being cleared to proceed. Anyway, you "platoon" of men, would be immediately disarmed, detained, and repatriated to your nation. So that is just what'll happen, you can leave that the same, but here...


Ic-

As the platoon of soldiers stepped off the plane in Tennessee, they noticed an entire brigade of parachute infantry was surrounding their plane and the other few planes that had landed thus far. Two platoons of MSAAS rushed forward and ripped the guns out of the hands of the shocked Alutians. They then proceeded to handcuff each of the soldiers and blindfold them. After that, they radioed the Alutian government, "What the hell are you doing sending combat soldiers into our nation against our regulations, are you mad!"

I too shall send a Diplomat.


Ooc- I haven't heard of you, and your name has the letters "UN" in it, so I'm not sure what to make of this...

Be fair warned he informes your men that we have B-1 lancers 30 minutes out and fueled should anything go amiss here.


Ooc-

Yeah, I'm sorry, but no you don't. 30 minutes away from Biloxi would put you in my airspace. And nothing enters my airspace without getting a greeting from my SAMS, AAA, or fighters/interceptors. And let me ask you this, can your B-1s dodge 30-40,000 SAM sites scattered across Mississippi? Can they dodge 3,000 MiG-41s and 10,000 F-16Ds? Didn't think so...

Be fair warned, people my size, hell people twice my size don't scare me, (Reference the FSI crisis with the Democratic Colonies and his side staring down at basically me, the sole protector of FSI) so why in the heck do you think I'd be scared of a nation so new it isn't on our maps? There is something called humility, I suggest you gain some before I decide to blow you back into the stone age for having the nerve to threaten my nation, people, and national honor.

My armed forces (all branches, counting commonwealth) are about 1/3 the size of your entire nation... That isn't even counting the MPMC, WKMCK, VG, and MLA (proxy armies I have that total about 25 million)

So the lesson here, is know your place, first of all, if you knew anything about my nation, we don't give a flying freak about world opinion, or how many people hate us... We just don't care... And secondly, we're not really afraid of anything.

OOC:
Interesting; I'd send someone, if you don't mind RPing with space-tech, mostly non-hunam nations with the bio-tech to change their own species.

It would be a welcome change from the war RPs that keep croping up on me.

OOC:
Interesting; I'd send someone, if you don't mind RPing with space-tech, mostly non-hunam nations with the bio-tech to change their own species.

It would be a welcome change from the war RPs that keep croping up on me.


Ooc- I only RP with future tech for conferences and occasional character RPs. We're not going to get an alliance, war, or anything serious over this. You cool with that? Just a diplomacy talk RP, cool?

-OOC-
Oh, Mekanta would have a field day with this... Too bad I'm still on a heafty break from RPing with them. But I leave you with this...

"Human Rights. What a joke."
-Mekantan Saying

Also heard sometimes translated into more fluid English with lower Mekantans of the Underpact Corps. "Want to hear a good joke? Human rights."


Eh... I might actually break my break for this one. It seems like it'd be interesting...

We would like to send a representative to this conference, however we have reservations about sending diplomats into your country as our people are of mostly Jewish descent and, well, let's just say your country's policies in the past haven't looked too kindly on the Jewish people.

If you could assure their safety (from ordinary citizens, not Mississippian officials - we trust you operate with the utmost professionalism, but we understand the concept of human rights is a disliked one in your country and, should any incidents occur, Jewish diplomats would be prime targets for mob-mentality violence) we would definately be interested in sending a representative. We are happy to adhere to any regulations you have as reguards to traffic in and out of your airspace.

Ooc- I only RP with future tech for conferences and occasional character RPs. We're not going to get an alliance, war, or anything serious over this. You cool with that? Just a diplomacy talk RP, cool?

OOC:
I was expecting as much; tho if you do something like abduct or kill my guys, I'd have to respond ICly somehow - say, hire a modern-tech merc nation.

Not that I expect you to do such, but I've been in peaceful RPs in the past, where the host decides to shead a little blood, without telling folks ahead of time.

We would like to send a representative to this conference, however we have reservations about sending diplomats into your country as our people are of mostly Jewish descent and, well, let's just say your country's policies in the past haven't looked too kindly on the Jewish people.

If you could assure their safety (from ordinary citizens, not Mississippian officials - we trust you operate with the utmost professionalism, but we understand the concept of human rights is a disliked one in your country and, should any incidents occur, Jewish diplomats would be prime targets for mob-mentality violence) we would definately be interested in sending a representative. We are happy to adhere to any regulations you have as reguards to traffic in and out of your airspace.


"You'd either best send non-jews, or just forget the entire thing. We cannot assure their safety."

Czar Roger Fabus

OOC:
I was expecting as much; tho if you do something like abduct or kill my guys, I'd have to respond ICly somehow - say, hire a modern-tech merc nation.

Not that I expect you to do such, but I've been in peaceful RPs in the past, where the host decides to shead a little blood, without telling folks ahead of time.

Ooc- Just as long as they don't do anything such as pick a fight or spread anti-racism propaganda. If they go there for the conference and remain serious, dignified, and above all, legal, they'll be fine.

Ooc-

Yeah, I'm sorry, but no you don't. 30 minutes away from Biloxi would put you in my airspace. And nothing enters my airspace without getting a greeting from my SAMS, AAA, or fighters/interceptors. And let me ask you this, can your B-1s dodge 30-40,000 SAM sites scattered across Mississippi? Can they dodge 3,000 MiG-41s and 10,000 F-16Ds? Didn't think so...

Be fair warned, people my size, hell people twice my size don't scare me, (Reference the FSI crisis with the Democratic Colonies and his side staring down at basically me, the sole protector of FSI) so why in the heck do you think I'd be scared of a nation so new it isn't on our maps? There is something called humility, I suggest you gain some before I decide to blow you back into the stone age for having the nerve to threaten my nation, people, and national honor.

My armed forces (all branches, counting commonwealth) are about 1/3 the size of your entire nation... That isn't even counting the MPMC, WKMCK, VG, and MLA (proxy armies I have that total about 25 million)

So the lesson here, is know your place, first of all, if you knew anything about my nation, we don't give a flying freak about world opinion, or how many people hate us... We just don't care... And secondly, we're not really afraid of anything.

Well unfortuately for you pal the B-1 lancer is one of the fastest bombers in the world and boasts pretty nice stealth capabilities and f-16 and any sort of MIG are all outdated fighter craft that can be shot down by my Yf-22s before they even know they're there. If you think that I threatened you unprepared think again. I have more than a few friends in this and also I will garuntee that my ODSTs have much better training than your ickle paratrupers after all yours jump out of planes. Mine jump from space :D

I'm sure we can find a few caucasian diplomats to attend (the Governor of Paztrom, Kelonia's capital state, is blond and blue-eyed - though his wife is Jewish; we're not all Kikes, you know) if that's more to your liking - provided those in charge don't mind that the ones they'll be mostly speaking on behalf of will be Jewish as well as white.

In light of this turn of events, however, we would like to point out that, for a human rights conference, it's not off to a very good start if whole races are in mortal danger for even attending.

I'm sure we can find a few caucasian diplomats to attend (the Governor of Paztrom, Kelonia's capital state, is blond and blue-eyed - though his wife is Jewish; we're not all Kikes, you know) if that's more to your liking - provided those in charge don't mind that the ones they'll be mostly speaking on behalf of will be Jewish as well as white.

In light of this turn of events, however, we would like to point out that, for a human rights conference, it's not off to a very good start.

No it wouldn't appear so would it. :D

Well unfortuately for you pal the B-1 lancer is one of the fastest bombers in the world and boasts pretty nice stealth capabilities and f-16 and any sort of MIG are all outdated fighter craft that can be shot down by my Yf-22s before they even know they're there. If you think that I threatened you unprepared think again. I have more than a few friends in this and also I will garuntee that my ODSTs have much better training than your ickle paratrupers after all yours jump out of planes. Mine jump from space :D

You seem to forget that there is this thing called a 'missile', and if you have good ones, along with fire control electronics and RADAR or LiDAR of sufficent quality, you could reliably shoot down F-22s with WW1 Focker Triplanes if you wanted to.

And that's totally discounting the SAM batteries, too.

-OOC-

Mekantan view of Human rights... (And all of this is very public knowlage.)

You have the right to ask that we not put ketchup on you.
HOWEVER... We have the right to tell you to suck it and put ketchup on you anyway. Mekantans like ketchup. Almost as much as they like Human flesh.

You have the right to complain.
HOWEVER... We have the right to torture you and/or remove your vocal cords if you complain too much. Also, see below...

You have the right not to be raped.
HOWEVER... Mekanta has no concept of rape, therefore by Mekantan law, rape doesn't exist and this is a moot point.

You have the right to be food.
And you probably will be.

You have the right to serve Mekanta.
And you will. Either as labor, or as entertainment when they see how long they can make you suffer in unimaginable agony before you finally die.


So... yeah...

I really should have Mekanta offer to attend... Just to see the looks on the faces of the Terrans...

You seem to forget that there is this thing called a 'missile', and if you have good ones, along with fire control electronics and RADAR or LiDAR of sufficent quality, you could reliably shoot down F-22s with WW1 Focker Triplanes if you wanted to.

And that's totally discounting the SAM batteries, too.

It appears I forgot to mention the fact that the F-22 also has one of the best stealth systems in the world. And SAMs tend not to do so well against those. Your attempt to act like you know what your talking about makes me laugh. :D

It appears I forgot to mention the fact that the F-22 also has one of the best stealth systems in the world. And SAMs tend not to do so well against those. Your attempt to act like you know what your talking about makes me laugh. :D

The F-22's stealth system only reduces the range at which it can be detected; it doesn't make it invisible - hence, you would be exposed to reduced SAM fire, but still be shot at.

IIRC, the F-22 can be detected, on average, at ~1/3rd the range that an F-16 can be.

Also, there are other missile guildance methods; laser, IR, offboard radar, etc.

Ooc- Sorry, either edit that or you're out of this now, if you know anything about my regulations, which you don't, and didn't bother to ask... Your men would be so shot full of holes right now. We don't allow foreigners to bring any firearms, knives, or other weapons implements into our nation... You can't just "land" at the airfield, there is usually the requesting to land, then I RP letting you land... I didn't say, "Hey in the sake of time, let's skip all that", in this RP, we have time, so we can land and have fun. But anyway, you're in Tennessee right now, being checked over left and right, top and bottom. The plane is basically being searched top to bottom before being cleared to proceed. Anyway, you "platoon" of men, would be immediately disarmed, detained, and repatriated to your nation. So that is just what'll happen, you can leave that the same, but here...


Ic-

As the platoon of soldiers stepped off the plane in Tennessee, they noticed an entire brigade of parachute infantry was surrounding their plane and the other few planes that had landed thus far. Two platoons of MSAAS rushed forward and ripped the guns out of the hands of the shocked Alutians. They then proceeded to handcuff each of the soldiers and blindfold them. After that, they radioed the Alutian government, "What the hell are you doing sending combat soldiers into our nation against our regulations, are you mad!"

The MTO takes offense at this offensive action against the forces he brought to defend himself. Granted, it was not necessary to defend against you in this peaceful encounter. We require the immediate release of the Alutian USDF special forces unit. If they are not released, offensive action will be taken against the city where they are held, and the release will have to take place by force, if not by peaceful negotiation. The MTO regrets being forced to waste its precious militayry assets to retrieve the troops you seized.

The MTO takes offense at this offensive action against the forces he brought to defend himself. Granted, it was not necessary to defend against you in this peaceful encounter. We require the immediate release of the Alutian USDF special forces unit. If they are not released, offensive action will be taken against the city where they are held, and the release will have to take place by force, if not by peaceful negotiation. The MTO regrets being forced to waste its precious militayry assets to retrieve the troops you seized.


Sorry- you won't be here very much longer, after you flamed me via a TG, you've got a few hours probably before you get the axe. (And I know you're just a puppet of Alutia) because he and his other 4 puppets sent me almost identically worded TGs within about an hour of each other. So flaming and using puppets to flame... Bye bye.

The conference will be hosted by Colonel Miguel "Chemical Junior" Salazar, the eldest son of the late Field Marshal Francisco "Chemical" Salazar".

Ooc- About him:

Colonel Miguel Antonio "Chemical Junior" Salazar (19) The oldest son of the late Field Marshal Francisco Salazar. He is a colonel in command a mechanized infantry regiment of the 3rd RG Armored Division. He earned his nickname by ruthlessly using chemical weapons such as SARIN, SOMAN, VX, and MUSTARD, against black township riots in Western Sahara. He lives in Western Sahara on a massive plantation that nets him a large income. He married a former slave (white slave) of his, Maile Beck of Emanara. 6’4, 192 lbs. Brown hair, blue eyes. IQ 142

The F-22's stealth system only reduces the range at which it can be detected; it doesn't make it invisible - hence, you would be exposed to reduced SAM fire, but still be shot at.

IIRC, the F-22 can be detected, on average, at ~1/3rd the range that an F-16 can be.

Also, there are other missile guildance methods; laser, IR, offboard radar, etc.

As true as this may be that they can be "detected" They show up as a blur instead of a steady blip so the SAM fire wouldn't really have any chance of hiting them. Also all modern aircraft have cooling systems that make them very close to invisible against IR missiles and you really can't stick a laser on a plane thats going around twice the speed of sound.

Sorry- you won't be here very much longer, after you flamed me via a TG, you've got a few hours probably before you get the axe. (And I know you're just a puppet of Alutia) because he and his other 4 puppets sent me almost identically worded TGs within about an hour of each other. So flaming and using puppets to flame... Bye bye.

I am sorry but those telegrams were an act of they're own free will I encouraged them but did not force them to do such they declared war on you because like me they strongly disagree with the racist ways of your fucked up nation and wish to put a stop to it. I warned you and you ignored me. I hope that you've learned enough not to do so again. have a nice day.

We would like to send a repsentive.

Voderlunds Diplomat is Brigader General Alex Morgan. He is a tall thin man, 6' 3" 187lbs, with black hair, very pale skin and violet eyes. He smiles as he invites the troops into his airplane. He says "Boys, theres a locker under the front stairs, I won't object if the contents happen to disappear." (Inside the locker are 6 cases of good voderlund whiskey.)

Brigader General Alex Morgan. Was Kings executive officer when he was in charge of 1rst Gaurds Brigade. Participated in over 60 engagments in 3 months. Was the first to use tactical nukes on villages followed up by KDX gas attacks. Currently In command of 1rst Gaurds Brigade, a close friend of the kings.
6' 3" 187 lbs, Black hair, pale skin, violet eyes.
23 years old, 2nd batch Derivies genie. (Genetically engineered humans)
IQ: 189, masters degrees in Military sience, Political sience.

Leefleslovakiaistan:
You asked me to take a look, and help you if I thought it was justified. My conclusion:
You have no right to take offensive action against Decisive Action according to International Law. It's Alutia's own fault that he didn't check with DA officials about landing rights.
/stump speach

Seriously, back off. He's having an RP, in which his nation is ultra conservative and anti human rights. That is, if you will excuse the pun, his RIGHT.

Leefleslovakiaistan:
You asked me to take a look, and help you if I thought it was justified. My conclusion:
You have no right to take offensive action against Decisive Action according to International Law. It's Alutia's own fault that he didn't check with DA officials about landing rights.
/stump speach

Seriously, back off. He's having an RP, in which his nation is ultra conservative and anti human rights. That is, if you will excuse the pun, his RIGHT.


Ooc- Anyway, Alutia and all his allies were put on ignore after they flamed me via TGs, one of them was deleted for the flames, another got a warning, and all the rest got ignored. I personally think since most of the posting styles of his "allies" are the same, that they might just be the same guy. But oh well...

Ooc- Let's get this conference rolling!

we will be sending our rep over in a converted C-130.

Official Imperial Statement

This particular conference has piqued the interest of the Empire, and so we would be most pleased if an Imperial delegation would be allowed to attend.

Official Imperial Communique

We would be honored if we would be permitted to send a delegate.

Official Imperial Statement

This particular conference has piqued the interest of the Empire, and so we would be most pleased if an Imperial delegation would be allowed to attend.


Certainly.

The Empire has chosen Major Marcus Alexei to represent the Empire throughout the conference.

Maj. Markus Alexei: Only son of Claudius Lucius Alexei, distinguished Imperial ambassador to DA. Marcus spent the past seven years of his life in the Imperial military, entering the Imperial Praetorian Guard at 17 under personal recommendation of General Georg Ivanov. He served mulitple tours of duty in the Imperial province of Alberia, as well as in Moldova and most recently Ukraine. He was honorably discharged after an explosion took his right eye during the battle of Pervonais'k. He has recently entered the Imperial diplomatic corps under recommendation of several distinguished Imperial officers.

Age: 24
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 184 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Race: Caucasion

Gurguvungunit requests permission to attend this conference. Although the Gurguvii government strongly disagrees with the multiple uses of force against persons of colour in your nation, we would be interested in negotiations.
Diplomatic Team:
Teron Frazie
Diplomat
Age:45
Sex: Male
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 165 lbs
Staff
Marine Captain Alynn Voss
Age:34
Sex: Female
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 120 lbs
Assorted Diplomats
Escort:
Unarmed marines, trained esxtensively in hand to hand fighting.

We hope that the escort is acceptable, but if not, they will be removed. Please note that Gurguvungunit is a space tech Nation. The Diplomat and his staff will take about a standard week to arrive at Biloxi.

Teron Frazie:
Little is known about this renowned diplomat before he entered public life, mediating a trade dispute between Gurguvungunit and Yoshian twelve years ago. Since then he has been responsible for the release of hostages in the Teyr's Cluster crisis, negotiation of technologies gathered jointly by Gurguvungunit and Lunatic Retard Robots in the Karos Mission, and ex delegate to the United Nations.
Captain Alynn Voss is a rising star in the Gurguvii Marines. Top of her class in Tactics and Negotiation, Voss has commanded seven rescue missions in the dangerous Xerothol Asteroid Belt, retrieving ill-fated miners from the rocks. She was most recently involved in the Gate crisis, which came to an abrupt end three weeks ago.

Ooc- Okay, let's get the ball rolling, everybody involved with this conference, let's say the people are there and we're about to start. (NO TERRORISM, NO SHOOTINGS, etc... Duels are permitted if both parties agree... But I hope we don't have any such serious arguments)

Captain Alynn Voss winced in the bright Mississippi sunlight. In front of her, the enigmatic Diplomat Frazie, who had spoken not a word on the trip from Karasitha to Earth, seemed unaffected. He was always like that, unconcerned with what was happening around him. He scared her a bit.

Teron Frazie, for his part, smiled inwardly. He could feel the discomfort of the woman behind him, and it amused him a bit. He had imagined naval personnel to be cool, a bit superior, and experts of fine wine. The rather quiet Captain of Marines was not what he had expected at all. He was far more interested in the upcoming negotiations, however, and awaited their DA escort impatiently. The marines fanned out beside him, although he was sure that they were far more concerned with their Captain than with him, the lowly diplomat. Ah.. military personnel. They were all the same.

Duke Elwin Fiela watched his sister's eyes dart back and forth as she observed the scene around them. He wondered how he’d gotten dragged into this so-called “human rights” conference. His sister, Duchess Nari Fiela, insisted that he come along, saying that he might learn something. He doubted it.

Nari finished surveying the area and turned back to Elwin. “There’s not very much to see, at least at the moment,” she told him.

bump

A marine, bored out of his wits, falls over with a resounding
BUMP!

OOC: I see you already let a FT nation in, though I'm probably a little late. You have my word no fighting will break out unless your own men start it. If you say no, I'll leave quietly. The Earth colony doesn't have any ships or anything apart from light arms anyway, so they couldn't cause much trouble if they wanted to. Apart from the fact that they're essentially large, humanoid reptiles, your men might get along with them, actually...

IC:

Omicronis Island, Earth -- Ghargonian Military Command Outpost

It annoyed him greatly that he was still on this rock. The ship that had been promised to him had still not showed itself. And for the past few days, all contact with the homeland was lost completely. He could smell those humans, even though the island was fairly isolated in the largest ocean of this world.

"Still no contact with the homeland?" Captain Grak, colony commander, asked the young lieutenant.

"Negative sir," he shook his head. "No direct contact, not even any escaping transmissions."

"Keep looking, lieutenant," Grak said.

"There is another signal though, from Earth," the lieutenant said.

"There are lots of signals from Earth, lieutenant," Grak snorted. "Their gibberish never seems to end."

"But it's one from those humans the Ghargon said he was interested in," the lieutenant protested. "'Mississippi' I think he called the place."

"Oh, those humans," Grak rubbed his chin. Another chance to secure himself a ship and a ticket out of here?

"Some sort of 'human rights' conference," the lieutenant continued.

"Har har," Grak bellowed. "The term 'human rights' always makes me laugh. They should have the right to a bath, and nothing else, the stinking animals..."

"Nevertheness, the Ghargon did say he found these humans interesting, sir," the lieutenant reminded him.

"Alright alright," he said. He leaned over the console. "Send a message, in their language on their frequencies: Ghargonia's Earth Colony wishes to send a small observation team, participation welcomed but not required."

"OK..." the lieutenant typed out the message, put it through the translator (their computers lacked human alphabetical buttons), and sent it. "It's away, sir."

"OK then," Grak nodded. "What do we know of them, lieutenant?"

"Erm... very xenophobic, even for humans," the lieutenant said, thinking hard. "I'd be surprised if we even got a response. They're ery confident of their superiority over the other humans of this planet -- possibly they think they're superior to all life, period. I believe they claim to be devout followers of one of this world's many religions, officially at any rate."

"Great, superstitious humans," Grak sighed. "Why the Ghargon has interest in them is completely beyond me. Though I suppose he'd kill me for doubting him."

"I would recommend Gerash escorts, as weapons of any kind are confiscated on landing, assuming they don't open fire as soon as they see them," the lieutenant continued. "A team of three Ghargonians along with two Gerash guardians is my recommendation."

"Alright, I'll go with that" Grak nodded. "Take a flier, remove all it's weapons and take out anything advanced enough to attract their interest. The last thing I want is the humans getting hold of our technology. Rig the micro-core to go critical if it detects non-Ghargonian or Gerash tampering."

"I'll get someone on it sir," the lieutenant nodded. "Do you want me to have the flier restored if the humans refuse access, or do not reply?"

"May as well," Grak shrugged. "We don't have many of them as it is. Carry on lieutenant -- and tell me if you hear from the homeworld."

"Yes Captain," the lieutenant nodded. He brought his arm up and slammed it against his chest in a traditional salute. Grak did likewise and strode out of the room, wondering just how much interaction with the mammals he could take before he quit the military and went freelancing.

Bump

Duke Elwin Fiela watched his sister's eyes dart back and forth as she observed the scene around them. He wondered how he’d gotten dragged into this so-called “human rights” conference. His sister, Duchess Nari Fiela, insisted that he come along, saying that he might learn something. He doubted it.

Nari finished surveying the area and turned back to Elwin. “There’s not very much to see, at least at the moment,” she told him.


One of the men, Field Marshal Reginald Smith, walked over to speak with them, "Ah, so what brings you two here, have you about my interesting theories on Human Rights?"


Ooc- He's basically a war criminal...

Another marine joins his buddy on the floor with a
BUMP

I just realized, this is a great way to increase postcount

One of the men, Field Marshal Reginald Smith, walked over to speak with them, "Ah, so what brings you two here, have you about my interesting theories on Human Rights?"


Ooc- He's basically a war criminal...

The Duke simply shrugged. However, the Duchess frowned slightly and informed him, “No, I don’t think I have. Would you mind telling me about them? I’m interested on what the views you have on human rights in this country are.”

Bump

The Duke simply shrugged. However, the Duchess frowned slightly and informed him, “No, I don’t think I have. Would you mind telling me about them? I’m interested on what the views you have on human rights in this country are.”


Smith smiled, "Human rights vary, with the degree of wealth and the race involved... If the people concerned are anything other than noble whites, then they might not have nearly as many human rights as say, indians or other savages..."

The Duchess seemed somewhat taken aback, but recovered quickly. Hiding her slight annoyance, she replied, “I frankly don’t see what color or wealth should matter. Isn’t that being bias? Should not human rights apply to all humans, not just one group?”

Smith nodded, "Yes it is biased, and we're incredibly proud of our biases here... Anyway, rights apply to those who deserve them, sub-human beasts, don't deserve them."

She frowned somewhat. “Deserve them? Humans are humans, not sub-humans, nor beasts, regardless of color or wealth. All humans deserve rights.”

He smiled, "So, how was the flight from China... Comrade..." He paused for a second, "That stuff you were saying, about equality and such, it sounds an awful lot like anti-White, communist hate speech to me... That sort of stuff is banned here."

“Do I look Chinese to you? What I was talking about was not anti-white or communist hate speech, just my views on human rights. I simply believe the all races should be equal.”

Smith smiled, "Good, then when the non-whites can act as people should act, we'll treat them as equals. We simply must stop pretending that blacks are whites with dark skin, they are an entirely different species, a breed apart from us, we civilized men want nothing to do with the savages. We cannot treat them equal because simply put, their behavior doesn't warrant it."

She shook her head. “Savages? A race apart? I don’t understand how you can think such things of other human beings. I’m sorry, sir, but I do not share your beliefs.”

He smiled, "Well, read Mississippi's crime rates before white rule, during white rule with segregation, and then during white rule after the total purification and genocides. We are safer today than ever before. The evidence will back this up."


Ooc- What he is saying is basically true, the nation is safer, and crime is down, even if you count the secret police's atrocities as crime, we're still better off. And if anybody argues otherwise, we have the DIS drag them away. :)

“Your point? I’m sure there are many nations with Negroes that have low crime rates. Has it ever occurred to you that this people may not know any better?”

He smiled, "So, cannibals may not know any better, should they be given carte blanche to eat others... Should the insane be given free reign to terrorize the fit and healthy. Should rapists who are mentally disturbed be allowed to do ravage the public? Shall we allow psychopaths loose simply because they know no better... Crimes must be punished, and if indeed the ni---r, due to his inherent inferiority, is so insistent on his attempts to victimize our race, attempts to do so to our people, we will destroy him.

The Duchess sighed, frustrated. “If you insist that non-whites are inferior to you, so be it. I just can’t see why non-whites cannot be equal to whites.”

Smith smiled, "You'll have to take that up with God, if you ever see Him, He might just damn you to hell for your lack of faith."

“I myself am not a religious person,” she told him. “Anyway, let us get off the subject of equality and back on to that of human rights. How would a white middle class citizen’s rights compare to those of a white noble’s?”

Smith smiled, "The motto on our Peoples Ministry of Justice main building in Jackson City speaks for itself, "Justice Favors The Rich" that about sums it up. Why, are you poor trash?"

She shook her head no. “No, all my family members are nobles, our house is a noble one, and we own several estates, but that does not mean we are above the law in any way. In Eldanor, we, as in nobles, have the same rights as middle class citizens or lower class citizens.”

He frowned, "Pitty then, because nothing is more fun than hunting peasants..." He chuckled heavily, making it obvious he was just kidding, "I'm just kidding, it was a joke, I don't harm those of a lower class, but they must realize they are lower than we of the upper class, don't you agree?"

The Duchess shrugged. “Perhaps. I’m just grateful for what I have. Lower class citizens work just as hard as upper class citizens, or they should, at least.”

He smiled, "We Smiths, we gained our wealth by backing the revolution of 1984, after which we were given numerous previously jewish owned estates as compensation for our assistance... You could say that the wealth was given to those who deserved it and had worked, rather than being allowed to be retained by parasite peoples."

“It was somewhat similar in Eldanor. When Eldanor was founded, the many people that helped were granted noble status for themselves and all their descendants. But the Empress likes to help those who are not as wealthy as others, and a good amount of money goes to helping the impoverished.”

He smiled as he spoke, proud to boost of things that were not only nice, but happened to be totally true, "My Czar, Roger Fabus, donated over one trillion dollars to the people our of Federation and Commonwealth, from age sixteen to his current age... His father, Curtis Fabus, donated over two trillion over the last twenty years... They are very generous men."

She nodded, interested. “That’s good to hear. I’m sure lower class people work very hard, and sometimes a little help from the wealthy is all they need.”

He made it a point to add, "Nobody in our country goes hungry, nobody is homeless, though in the summer of 2004, there were some war refugees who were homeless for a while, but the government will pay for any good white family, that is in need, to move to Mississippi or his territories, and be settled. We have spent billions of dollars to move whites out of unfriendly nations and into our own, and we house them and help them find productive work."

“Very interesting. Just about all Eldanorans have homes and good jobs, even though there are some who do not,” she told him, then checked her watch. “Do you have an idea when this conference will come to order?”

He shook his head, "No idea really, it could start in ten minutes, it could start in ten hours... It all depends when the main speakers get here..."

“Ah, I understand,” she told him, refusing to sigh with impatience. She told herself it would be quite rude to do so when this man did not have any control over it. “So, you have no told me your human rights policies. Care to share? I’m quite interested.”

Major Marcus Alexei stepped out of the car, squinting in the bright sunlight. Ivan, a fellow Praetorian who now served as his aid and bodyguard, followed. The glare reflected sharply off of the stainless steel orb that now held the place of his right eye. A bead of sweat ran down his forhead. He spoke in harsh Generian.

"Jesus, it's hotter here than Port Belgrade in June."

"Aye, I'll attest to that, major."

The men made their way into the building and through the corridors to the conference room.

"It's a bit barren in here, sir. You sure this is the place?"

“Ah, I understand,” she told him, refusing to sigh with impatience. She told herself it would be quite rude to do so when this man did not have any control over it. “So, you have no told me your human rights policies. Care to share? I’m quite interested.”


He nodded his head, "Yes, my policies are that God will sort out most people, and so it doesn't really matter if a few civilians get caught up in war, so long as the soldiers under your command survive, well as many as possible survive..."


He turned to the Generian who just arrived, "Ah, greetings, yes it is hot here, eh? It was 110º when last I checked."

She tilted her head to one side. “So, ah, you believe that it is all right if innocent people die as long as you still have a large army at the end of a war or battle? Is that it?”

Smith nodded his head, "Yes, soldiers are the most important thing... They are what builds empires."

Smith nodded his head, "Yes, soldiers are the most important thing... They are what builds empires."

Alexei grinned as he placed a cigarette between his lips. He spoke reasonable English, though thick with accent.

"The soldiers are the Empire."

“That is true, but I don’t like the concept of civilians dying just because you wish to expand your empire.”

“That is true, but I don’t like the concept of civilians dying just because you wish to expand your empire.”

"Let them die. They are all animals. The weak are created by God to strengthen the hand of the mighty."

The Duchess scowled deeply. “Nonsense. Why should the innocent die simply because they are weak and defenseless? Besides, soldiers do not make a city run or work. Soldiers do as they are told and do not think for themselves.”

He shook his head, "No, you ma'am are foolish, you do not think for yourself, but instead you spout and parrot what the jewish media makes you believe is fashionable."

“Jewish media? Not thinking for myself? You are sadly mistaken. I draw my own conclusions, as do my fellow Eldanorans, and we share the same views. Few in Eldanor are religious, and I do not repeat whatever the media has to say.”

Alexei exhaled a ring of smoke that wreathed his head.

"You speak of what you do not know. You have never served in bloody war."

There was pride in his voice now.

"You have not seen firsthand the disgusting writhing of the weak as they beg for you not to end their miserable existence. It turns the stomach."

"I have not served in war, nor do I ever intend to. Why can you not pity the weak? It is not their fault they are the way they are."

"I have not served in war, nor do I ever intend to. Why can you not pity the weak? It is not their fault they are the way they are."

Smith roared with laughter, "Pity the weak! What do the week contribute to civilizations! Empires are built by the strong! Those unfit to survive become history."

It is not their fault they are the way they are."

"This is true. God has made them so, so that the strong may have what they deserve. The weak do not deserve my pity."

"If that is the way you gentlemen think, so be it. It's simply a bunch of rubbish to me."

Smith smiled, "Good, then get on your plane and fly back to North Korea or the Peoples Republic of China... Comrade..." he made it a point to emphasize, "Comrade".

Her scowl deepened significantly. “Frankly, I’d love to go back to Eldanor instead of attend a so-called “human rights” conference, but I have to stay until this is over. And stop with the sarcasm.”

Smith smiled, "You are guilty of verbal crime, and you're probably a thought criminal as well... I'm sure you desire to kill me and other Mississippians and for that matter, the Generian delegate... You're under arrest..."


As he said that, two RG men present at the conference promptly arrested her, handcuffing her and dragging her off towards a vehicle that would take her to the nearest RGIS HQ (About two miles away)


Ooc- Don't worry, the RG are pretty honorable people, they hate the DISFB.. She might get slapped around, but she'll probably (95% chance) be fine, she'll certainly be fine if she is not found guilty of thought crime.

The Duke, who had been lurking around in the shadows of the room, stepped forward, frowning. "Sir, are you sure arresting my sister is necessary? I don’t think either of us knew she could be arrested for such a thing. My sister is just very outspoken, and she’d never do anyone harm.”

The Duchess, who was extremely angry at being accused of wanting to kill anyone, was glaring at the two RG officers who were dragging her off.

Major Alexei laughed harshly as he pulled on the cigarette.

"Excellent work, Mr. Smith. She deserves punishment for her foolishness."

Smith nodded, "Yes, she needs to be arrested, you can go with her if you wish, to see for yourself that she won't be harmed..."

He continued to frown. "I don't see how she did anything wrong, but I will go with her."

The guards handcuffed him as well and led them both out and into a waiting squad car, putting them in the back of the same car. They started to drive towards the nearby RGIS HQ.

The Duchess glared out the wind as they drove towards the RGIS HQ. Her brother sighed. “This is why I didn’t want to come with you. You get yourself and everyone else in so much trouble. Then again, it might be good that I am here, because knowing you you’d mess up things even more. Why can’t you ever keep your mouth shut?”

“I was simply saying what I thought,” she told him.

“Well, you really need to learn you have to not say what you think all the time. You are far too blunt for your own good.”

One of the RGIS operatives in the front shouted, "Duck!" as a stream of bullets flew against the car, fired from a passing car of DISFB operatives. Fortunately the bullet-proofing done the windows and doors had kept all the rounds out. But they were still startled... One of the men looked into the back, "Are you two okay?"

The woman tried to stop her racing heartbeat, taking deep breaths. Her brother regarded her with a look of worry for a moment, but turned to the officer and said, "Yes, we'll be fine, she's just a little shocked."

The Gurguvii Delegate, thus far silent, chose this moment as the opportune time to put in an appearance.
"Mr... Smith, is it? I am Teron Frazie, and this is my colleague Alynn Voss of the Marines. When might the conference begin?" Frazie's tone was polite, even a bit supercillious, but his words held an ever so slight edge, demonstrating that he was not entirely friendly...

Captain Voss, a Reform Jew, said nothing, but her eyes, if you knew her well, did all the talking necessary. She quietly pushed both her emotions and Star of David necklace down, and stepped forward to shake hands with the man before her, putting on her best diplomatic smile.
"Pleased to meet you."

The operative in the front passenger seat shrugged, "Just DISFB assholes, nothing to worry about, they're just jealous of us..."

"Why so?" the man asked as his sister continued to calm herself.

The man chuckled, "The DISFB, or the Department of Internal Security Foreign intelligence Branch, hates us, the Republican Guard Intelligence Services, because they view us as competitors for the Czar's favor... We being part of the RG, are currently amongst the Czar's favorite intelligence associations... The DISFB can't stand it... Well the DISDB can't either, but at least the DISDB is mature enough about it not to shoot at us everytime they see us."

As he was speaking, they passed a DISDB car, and a glass beer bottle shattered on the RG car's windshield... The man laughed, "See... That is their maturity level..."

Grak stepped into the communications centre, looking around. He sighted the lieutenant whom he had entrusted the message with, and walked over to his console.

"Any news?" Grak asked, leaning his massive frame up against the wall.

"Negative sir," the lieutenant shook his head. "Imperium Command still not making contact."

"Well, that's disappointing," Grak nodded. "But I was referring to the humans."

"What? Oh, yes sir," the lieutenant nodded, typing. "I'll find out now... no, sir. No response to our request to attend. Shall I have the flier refit?"

Grak sighed inwardly. Thank Lord Krak for that. He wanted his own command, but he really didn't want to have to get it by being near humans. He'd much rather destroy his enemies, or discover something important, and earn the Ghargon's favour that way.

"You may as well, lieutenant," Grak nodded. "It doesn't look like we are going anywhere. Focus your efforts back on making contact with our own people."

"Yes sir."

Grak stepped into the communications centre, looking around. He sighted the lieutenant whom he had entrusted the message with, and walked over to his console.

"Any news?" Grak asked, leaning his massive frame up against the wall.

"Negative sir," the lieutenant shook his head. "Imperium Command still not making contact."

"Well, that's disappointing," Grak nodded. "But I was referring to the humans."

"What? Oh, yes sir," the lieutenant nodded, typing. "I'll find out now... no, sir. No response to our request to attend. Shall I have the flier refit?"

Grak sighed inwardly. Thank Lord Krak for that. He wanted his own command, but he really didn't want to have to get it by being near humans. He'd much rather destroy his enemies, or discover something important, and earn the Ghargon's favour that way.

"You may as well, lieutenant," Grak nodded. "It doesn't look like we are going anywhere. Focus your efforts back on making contact with our own people."

"Yes sir."


Ooc- You did say you're a future nation and not even humans, right?

Ooc- You did say you're a future nation and not even humans, right?


OOC: Tis accurate. I wouldn't have intruded normally, only I noticed someone else in a similar situation being considered. If you don't want me involved I have no problem with that, though, just say so amd I'll scarper.

OOC: Tis accurate. I wouldn't have intruded normally, only I noticed someone else in a similar situation being considered. If you don't want me involved I have no problem with that, though, just say so amd I'll scarper.


Ooc- You can participate, just don't do anything crazy (non-diplomacy stuff such as terrorism is not allowed in this thread) sound good?

Ooc- You can participate, just don't do anything crazy (non-diplomacy stuff such as terrorism is not allowed in this thread) sound good?

OOC: Thanks. I had no intention of doing anything aggressive.

IC:

"Captain I've got something," the lieutenant shouted as Grak was about to leave the room. He turned and walked back over. Leaning on the console, he read the message and sagged.

"Great," Grak nodded. "Cancel the refit of the flier, lieutenant. Prep it for lift-off instead."

"Yes sir," the lieutenant nodded, moving his chair to another console and sending out orders.

Grak reached over to the communications system, and pressed the 'send' button.

"Lieutenant Kravis and Commander Pok, dress uniforms on and be ready for departure at flier pad 2," he said. Speakers outside blared the announcement over the whole base. "And bring your human dictionaries. Two Gerash Guardians report to flier pad 2 for unarmed escort duty."



Twenty minutes later, they were ready to leave. A small, red plane-like craft sat on a concrete pad, a ramp at the rear whirring shut. Two large jet thrusters were positioned on the end of the wings, which were raised like those of a bird of prey going in for the kill. A long cylinder, rounded at the front and narrowing to a point at the rear, held the two wings together. Four windows on either side revealed the passenger area, while the large glass window that curved across the front revealed the cockpit. Small holes at either side of the cockpit showed where low-yield air-to-ground weapons turrets would normally have been.

The flier was an atmospheric runabout, its propulsion operating on principles similar to that of a Harrier plane. The large jet thrusters rotated slightly, pointing down, and the flier roared as it raised from the ground. It dropped down slightly as the thrusters turned and pushed it forwards. She came full circle over the military base as she turned to head for Mississippi, accelerating to 600mph and rising into the air.



"Sir, I don't think I can do it," the pilot said to Grak, who leaned over him in the small cockpit. "It's been years since I last tried it."

"You have to do it or we'll be shot down," Grak insisted. "This isn’t a figher with shields, it’s a flimsy flier. You're the pilot, make the frekking request."

The pilot groaned as Grak turned back to the passenger area and left the cockpit. He pointed his head down, snapping his jaws, and cleared his throat.

"Ghargo...Ghargonian flier 2," he growled, struggling with the English. "Requesting permission to... to..." He glanced down at a datapad with various phrases on it, and looked back up again. "Requesting to enter Mississippi airspace and... land?"

"Nice," his co-pilot said when he cut the transmission. "We land and you'll be carted off to school."

"I'm not getting out," the pilot snorted. "Just those guys in the back. We're taking the flier to a safe distance. In case they try and investigate it."

"Oh," the co-pilot nodded. "Good. You bring those wildercat legs?"

"In the freezer," the pilot nodded. He turned the flier in the air, circling a position just outside the borders of Mississippi until he got clearance.

Ooc- It's assumed all those delegate are at the conference already, and have cleared security and been checked, etc. So if you're involved in this, just RP already having them there, so we can press onwards.

The EOL inquires to know if it is too late to send a representative there? ETA would be some 6 hours from acceptance time.

The EOL inquires to know if it is too late to send a representative there? ETA would be some 6 hours from acceptance time.


Ooc- Yeah, sure, send them, just realize it's assumed they've been thoroughly searched and so they have no weaponry or harmful instruments of any sort (well you could jam a pen in a guy's eye, but no knives, etc)

Ooc- Yeah, sure, send them, just realize it's assumed they've been thoroughly searched and so they have no weaponry or harmful instruments of any sort (well you could jam a pen in a guy's eye, but no knives, etc)

Any policy of bodyguards because my diplomats, representatives, ambassadors, etc. always go with, at minimu, two bodyguards. There would only be two or four present for this guy. We are a paranoid nation.

Grak looked around curiously as one of the smaller humans was taken away. Something about thought crime.
He shrugged, leaving them to their curious ways. He found that his 8-foot frame fit surprisingly well into the human seats, even with his bulky metal uniform. It was creaking a little under his weight, but it was comfortable. The Gerash weren't so lucky, but their comfort shouldn't have been on anybody's list. They stood up against the wall behind them instead, snapping at each other once in a while.

"I agree with the human from 'Mississippi'," Grak said finally. His English was fluent, if gruff and snarling. He hoped the humans didn't take it as a menacing tone. "Surprisingly enough. What can the weak contribute if they have allowed themselves to be lowered to such a state of weakness in the first place? If any civilisation is to survive with any sort of power in this universe, it must purge itself of weaklings. It is the very foundation of our culture. If you are unable to emerge successful from any challenge, you deserve your fate. If you are unable to recover and learn from your failure alone, you should die -- save everyone the trouble. An entity should be allowed to accomplish anything he or she is able to accomplish -- there should just be no help along the way. You do not deserve it if you do not earn it."

The man chuckled, "The DISFB, or the Department of Internal Security Foreign intelligence Branch, hates us, the Republican Guard Intelligence Services, because they view us as competitors for the Czar's favor... We being part of the RG, are currently amongst the Czar's favorite intelligence associations... The DISFB can't stand it... Well the DISDB can't either, but at least the DISDB is mature enough about it not to shoot at us everytime they see us."

As he was speaking, they passed a DISDB car, and a glass beer bottle shattered on the RG car's windshield... The man laughed, "See... That is their maturity level..."

The man nodded. "I see, bitter rivalry, am I correct?"

The man nodded. "I see, bitter rivalry, am I correct?"



The man nodded his head as he pulled into the RG HQ parking garage, "Yes, bitter rivalry... They hate us, we hate them... That sort of thing."

"Yes, I believe I would find it very hard to work with the DIS," the Duke told them. "So, is this the place?"

The man smiled as he and the other operative helped the duchess and the duke out of the car, "Yup... This is it, local RGIS HQ... Pretty nice, eh?"

The Duke nodded politely and added, "Yes, quite nice." His sister said nothing and seemed preoccupied with her own thoughts.

The man smiled, "Your sister is possibly guilty of thought crime, we need to determine if this indeed the case... It won't take long, you may watch to see that she is not harmed, if you wish that is."

The man sighed. "Yes, yes, all right, but I doubt she is."

The RG guards led the duchess and the duke into a nearby interrogation room and set the duchess down gently in a chair, placing the brain monitoring equipment over her head and hooking up all the necessary machines. They were readying the "big brother brain intrustion system".

The Duchess was still slightly irritated at being accused of ‘thought crimes’, but she was interested. “Tell me, how does this work? Is it similar to a lie detector?”

The RGIS operative smiled and nodded, "Yes, similar... Just answer to the best of your abilities... I will begin soon..."



After a few minutes of calibrating the machine and readying to read her brain wave activity, he started...


"Please state your name, your date of birth, your current age, your height, your gender, your hair and eye color, and your measurements..." (these are just control questions, if she lies, they'll know it, and be able to make double sure the machine is working)

"Nari Fiela, born on April 18th, 2004, 28 years old, 5’6”, female, brown hair and eyes, 128 pounds, did I miss anything?”

The guard smiled, "You missed the last question, your measurements..."


There was no real need for him to ask her this, he was just being a jackass about it, but they'd been nice enough to her thus far, much nicer than the DISFB would have been. Nobody liked being taken into custody by the DISFB, especially women...

It was common knowledge what the DISFB, mostly diagnosed sadists, did to women... But these men were the RGIS, elite and chivalrous, men with a code of honor... But that didn't stop them from asking people questions they'd rather not answer.

As his sister opened her mouth to say something, the Duke cut in, “Is that really necessary?”

The RG man grinned, "Well, she can either tell me, or I can measure her for myself..." Although he had no intention of touching her like that, they didn't know that, and he enjoyed freaking foreigners out.

The Duke tried to remain a state of calm, but he was truly angry, which he rarely was. He was fairly cool-headed, unlike his sister. "Sir, do not think of touching my sister. Can we just move on, please?"

The man nodded, "Yes, we can move on as soon as she tells me her measurements..."

"I'll tell you this: it's none of your business," the Duchess snarled.

The RGIS operative, not used to being talked to in such a manner, suddenly slapped her across the face with his glove, "You will not show such disrespect!" The duke probably would have lept forward, but he was restrained by handcuffs and one of the other operatives held him back when the other guy slapped her.


The RGIS operative shook his head, "My... My... Such disrespect, we are trying to be nice to you, please just cooperate and we can get out of here quickly and without anybody getting harmed. Okay?"

OOC: Sorry to break into your RP like this, please forgive me. But, Decisive Action could you please check your TGs when you get a chance? Thankyou.

“I’m not answering that question. You won’t intimidate me into telling you information that I consider personal. Stop making such a fuss over this question that I’m sure you don’t need to know and interrogate me. I want to get out of here.”

The RGIS operative nodded his head, and then grinned, "Perhaps we should turn you over to the DISFB, eh?"

He was totally bluffing, he wouldn't wish the DISFB's attentions on his worst enemy, but she had no way of knowing he was bluffing, all she knew is what she heard about the DISFB from her nation's media.

In the last ten years, the DISFB had murdered over 800,000 "domestic enemies" and assassinated over 5,000 "Foreign enemies" of the regime, and that was just known killings. They had also been reported to use rape as a form of interrogation and even rumored to hold "Raping contests" in their different departments.

"Those were the people who shot at you in the car, yes? Tell me, why would you turn me over to your rivals?"

He sighed, totally fed up with her attitude, he then leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "They'd teach you a lesson you'd never forget, and break that smart ass attitude of yours... Hell, they'd break your ass, period..." He grinned, waiting for her reaction.

The man stood there, when she said nothing, he smiled, and whispered, "Well... Do you want to get turned over to the DISFB?"

The Duchess bit her lip, and reluctantly told him her measurements.

The man smiled, writing it all down, he had to write everything down, it was to go into his reports. He had to make detailed reports.


He then asked her the next questions, "So, how many men have you had sex with in the last year? In your entire lifetime... How old were you when you first had sex..."

The Duke opened his mouth as if to say something, but the Duchess spoke (or rather snarled furiously) first. “How dare you ask such questions of me? I won’t hesitate to say no, I’ve never lowered myself so low!”

The man nodded, "So, you've never had sex... Well..." He checked the monitor, "That checks out... Wow, a virgin..." He continued the questions, "Are you plotting to do harm to our nation, our people, or our government? Specifically, our Czar or Czarina? Are you a communist? Are you a jew?"

She shook her head. "No, none of them."

The man checked the monitor, and then removed her handcuffs and her brothers handcuffs, he led them both to the exit, pushing them out, "You may leave... Here, take a taxi, it's on us..."

They were being allowed to return to the conference, no further questions.

Statement from the Parlimentary Spokesperson of Psov

*throws up*

thank you

The Duke flagged down a taxi, which drove them back to where the conference was taking place. On the way, the Duchess ranted about the way the RG had treated the both of them and her brother just sighed and tried to block her out.

They reached the conference a few minutes later and they both stepped out and entered the conference room.

Field Marshal Reginald Smith, had received a copy of the report via his cell phone, a virgin with such looks and measurements, he had to have her... He walked over to her, bowing before her, "Duchess, I trust you were not mistreated by the RGIS?"


Ooc- Smith is considered by most to be the most handsome military figure in Mississippi.

"It would depends on what you would consider 'mistreating'," she said.

Smith shook his head, "Well, some people don't know how to treat a lady of your position properly... Did you know that I myself am not only a Field Marshal, I am a member of the nobility... The duke of Hinds County..."

He then grinned and whispered to her, "Would you like to go visit one of my estates? I'd be honored to have you... With me as a guest at my estate..."

“First you have me arrested and now you want to invite me to your estate? I think not! I’ll just be happy when this conference is over.”

Smith shook his head, and in a calm tone said, "No, no, no, you don't understand, I had no choice but to arrest you, for your own safety... When the DISFB heard that you were in the area, they were plotting to abduct you for whatever insidious purposes they might have... I bet they tried to get you on your way to the RGIS HQ... Please, you'll be much safer and probably have a lot of fun, if you come with me, what do you say?"

He gave her an innocent look and his tone was such that whatever parts of his speech were bs, she couldn't tell at all. Smith is a well-known smooth talker.

“Whatever would the DISFB want with me?” she asked in a heated tone. “Either way, I’m perfectly safe with my brother and I have some pressing duties to attend to at home.”

Smith frowned, whispering to her, "You're a noble, the DISFB hate nobles, they're a largely peasant and middle class organization, they probably wanted to do unspeakable evil against you..."


He smiled at her, "What say you come to my nearby estate with me for a while, you need somewhere to stay tonight anyway... The conference isn't starting really until the Czar arrives, and he is busy with matters of state, he'll be busy most of the rest of today..."

Smith added, "If you wait around, I can get you to meet the Czar, what do you say? Shall we go?"

She sighed. "I'll need to talk to my brother about it."

Smith smiled, "Yes, take your time... But try to hurry, it's best if we get there before it gets too late, the earlier we get there, the more activities there are to do... Shooting, horseback riding, whatever you want to do, it is possible, well probably most things are... If you want to fly a MiG-41, I can arrange it."

The two siblings spoke quietly in a corner. The Duchess didn't want to go, but her brother said they'd probably get stuck staying somewhere incredibly cheap if they didn't. The woman finally agreed after several minutes of arguing, and the Duchess told him, "Yes, all right."

Smith smiled at her, "Good, let's go... You'll probably want to give your brother the number were he can reach you, yes?"

"Yes, yes, what's the number?"

Smith handed her a business card of his and circled one of the numbers, next to the words "Biloxi Estate". He handed it to her, "Here, give that to him... Then we should probably head on out..."

She took the card and handed it to her brother, who stuffed it in his pocket. "Yes, fine, we can leave," she said, waving goodbye to her brother.

Smith gently coaxed her forward, making light conversation as they walked out. He led her to a limousine parked outside the conference center, his driver opened the door for them and he helped her get inside. He got in after she did, the driver shut the door, went to the front, got into the driver's seat, started the limousine, it quietly hummed to life and then started off...

Smith was sitting right next to the dutchess. He looked over at her, "Is there anything that I can get you, a drink perhaps?"

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

As they were pulling off the main road and down the estate property road, she looked around, counting no less than five hundred guards near the front perimeter. There must have been twenty or thirty T-98 tanks, and twice that many ZSU-23-4s and SA-19s and other AAA and SAM weapons. Smith smiled, "You'll be safe here, don't worry about anything, this place is totally sealed..."


After the car stopped in front of the mansion, they both got out, she looked up, it was three stories high and stretched for about four hundred feet in either direction. Massive and with superb architecture. He smiled, "Shall we proceed on inside then?"

She nodded and got out of the car, straightening her hair the slightest bit.

Smith walked her into the mansion, taking her to one of the large living rooms towards the middle of the house, he sat down on the couch, patting the spot right next to him he asked, "Would you sit with me, please?"

She sighed and did so, with some reluctance.

He casually yawned and moved his arms up in the air, one going behind her back, be brought his hand to rest on her shoulder as he moved over towards her and pulled her closer towards him, "This is nice, isn't it?" he said with a smile, "Comfortable, eh..."

She tried not to let her annoyance show on her features, and instead tried as best she could to shake him off and move a bit farther away from him. Lying a bit, she asked, "Is there anything to eat?"

He smiled, "You are hungry? I was hoping that could wait until we were done..." He grinned and then leaned in, gently kissing her on the lips as he softly pulled her close up against his body...

The Duchess was shocked and appalled. She was wondering if she should be more angry at her brother or the man who was kissing her. She pushed the thought aside and pulled away from the man, standing up, growling.

Smith frowned, "Oh my, I'm sorry... I thought you wanted to... I'm sorry, my mistake, no harm done though, eh? Would you like that food now?"

“What ever made you think that I wanted you to kiss me?” she said indignantly.

He shrugged, "Well you did come to my estate, didn't you? I thought that you wanted to... Well you know... I guess I just... Never mind, I'm sorry... What say we go get some dinner then, yes?"

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“I came because you asked me to, and you convinced me you were concerned about my safety. I see I was wrong.”

He shook his head, "No... No, you're wrong, that isn't it at all, what you're implying is wrong... Trust me, you're much safer here than anywhere else..."


He hid a slight grin, "I was just thinking that perhaps as we are both nobles, you might have wanted to relax a little, since from what the RGIS has told me about you being shot at and such, I assumed you'd be very tense... I could help you to relax some if you'd like..."

“Safe from who?” she asked angrily. “I’d probably be safer with my brother right now, and frankly I’d much rather be with him. And I can deal with my own problems, thank you very much.”

He frowned, and shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head at the same time, "The DISFB likely has not finished in their attempts to kill you... I suggest you stay here... But it's up to you really..."

"Attempt to kill me? When, exactly, was this?"

Smith shook his head, "When they fired their weapons at the car you were in..."


Smith sighed, he wanted to sleep with her quite badly, and was certain that he wouldn't get to... Although he was also certain that the DISFB did indeed want to harm her, and for her own safety she should stay at his estate.

He smiled, perhaps with more time and effort, he could manage to get her into bed.

"I was told that was because the DISFB and the RGIS are rivals, isn't that true?"

Smith nodded, "Yes, I'll be honest, that could be the reason, but the DISFB hates most foreign nobles, they hate most all nobles, domestic, foreign it makes no difference. But you as an outsider, a foreigner, will probably be tolerated even less by them..."


He then shook his head, "Well anyway, do you want to get something to eat?"

"Yes, fine, what is there?"

Smith shrugged, "Whatever you might wish to eat, I am sure we have it... Simply tell me what you want, and I'll see you get it."

"I don't know, venison?"

Smith chuckled, "Ah yes, we have wonderful venison here... You'll love it, come, this way, I'll take you to the dining room."


Smith took her to the dining room where the food was already waiting, it had been a five minute walk through his large mansion and in that time, the servants, who had been listening to the room they were in, made sure that her food was brought up to room they were going to eat in.

They had been making venison that day anyway, and so it was just her luck that there was no wait.

The Duchess sat down where her food had been set out on the table and began eating.

As she had gotten about half done with her meal, Smith smiled and in a soft tone asked, "Are you enjoying your meal?"

"Yes, it's quite good."

Smith smiled, "That is good..." He said, as she was nearly finished eating he suggested, "So, what do you want to do next? Swimming?"

She pushed her plate away from her and dabbed her mouth with her napkin, then stood up. “I didn’t intend to go swimming at all on this trip and I neglected to pack a bathing suit. I’ll have to turn down your offer.”

He shrugged, "You could swim without one, I wouldn't object... I mean, I could loan you a suit..."


Smith shook his head, "Oh well, I have some nice horses, perhaps you'd like to go riding?"

She ignored the swimming comment. "Yes, going riding would be nice."

He smiled, "Good, I'm sure you'll like riding... Being riden, I mean riding... I mean, let's just go find the horses, okay?


Ooc-
Smith is quite nervous as he isn't used to being around too many noble women, indeed he's never had sex with a noble woman, his wife isn't a noble she's middle class... But she doesn't mind, indeed she encourages him to have as many lovers/mistresses as he wants, because 1) He wants lots of kids. 2) He's too horny for her to handle...

"Yes, where are they?"

He pointed out towards a nearby stable, she could see it through a clump of trees off to the side of mansion, "There..."


He then sighed and frowned, "I'm sorry about how nervous and jackassish I must seem... I'm just not used to being around such noble women as yourself, especially such beautiful ones as yourself... I guess that might help explain that debate we had back at the conference, I'm actually more of a moderate on matters of human rights."


Ooc- He has moderated over the years, his massacres against POWs were mostly in the late 80s early 90s time frame. Now he is regarded as pretty level-headed by top government officials.

“Yes, I do understand,” she told him, not necessarily because she felt that way at the moment, it was because she was trying to be polite.

Smith nodded, and then led her to the stable, he helped her get onto the best of his horses, "His name is White Lightning... He's usually nastier than a gallon of the stuff... But he let you get up there without a fuss, he must like your smell or something."

(ooc- White lightning is sometimes used as redneck speak for moonshine)

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Wow this progressed fast. Where the hell am I lol? Sorry DA.

She patted the horse on the neck. "He's very pretty."

Smith nodded, "Yes, he was Robert's favorite... Robert was my oldest son... He was... He was..." Smith stopped, not wanting to continue, he seemed to have choked up, he pulled his hat down a little so it covered most of his eyes and he turned to the side, he didn't want to be seen.

The Duchess reached down and placed a comforting hand on the man's shoulder. "I'm sure he was a wonderful man, whatever happened to him. You need not speak of it if it saddens you."

Reginald took a deep breath, and dried his eyes, "He was brutally struck down in a communist ambush in a foreign nation... My boy, my favorite son... I was so proud of him the day he got commissioned as a second lieutenant into the MSAAS, he passed the test for admission into the MSAAS, a test only about 5% of those who start pass, he was strong, full of life... I was elated when he made major after just three years in the service, he got command of the entire 32nd battalion of the MSAAS... He was a great officer, and a gentleman as well."

Reginald shook his head, "I just... It's so hard to... It's unreal that he is gone, just like that. I want to see those responsible be destroyed, so that they can't do this to anybody else, ever."

She nodded sorrowfully. “I understand how you feel, I lost my parents and my two brothers barely two years ago, and I miss them so much.”

Smith nodded, "Yes, it's awful to lose one loved one, you've lost so many... I must ask, if you don't mind answering, how did you handle it all?"

“I really don’t know, I guess I just had to keep telling myself that I needed to keep living and that I couldn’t bring them back. The pain went away over time, and now it’s just a tiny ache. But I still remember them all.”

Reginald nodded, "Shall we continue with the ride then?"

"Yes," she told him.

Reginald smiled at her, "Thanks for talking with me about that stuff... It made me feel better, I guess I can take comfort in the knowledge that I know Robert was a good man and he is a better place now." He chuckled in a show of nationalistic pride, trying to make himself feel even better, "The only place better than Mississippi is heaven itself."

She smiled slightly herself. “Yes, I’m sure he was a good person, and you probably have every reason to be proud of him.”

As the horses were gently carrying them towards a nearby stream, Reginald spoke, "Yes... At one battle in the Western Sahara, Robert's column came under fire, six BMPs were hit, two were knocked out, in one of them, the people were trapped inside, he jumped in and started tossing them out, as he was leaving, it exploded, sending him flying into a nearby ditch with burns all over his body, it took him six months to fully recover from that... He won the Medal of Sacrifice for that, our highest medal. He had over twenty wound bagdes, six assault badges, two Fabus Cross 2nd classes, and a Fabus Cross 1st class... But he was most proud of his Medal of Sacrifice. We all were proud of him, and what he did for his comrades in the Western Sahara."

“A very, very admirable and brave thing to do. I would be proud, too. I’m sure he deserved it, and you must have been happy that he was so highly honored.”

Smith quietly nodded and then said, "Yes, we were all proud of him..."

Suddenly they came upon the stream, it was beautiful, perfectly cleared so there was no bacteria, algae, or anything in it, is was cleaned almost daily when weather permitted. There were colorful flowers and expertly arranged plants and hedges around the approaches to the stream.

He smiled, "Do you like it?"

“Yes, I must agree, it is quite lovely,” she said, looking over the stream and all the flowers positioned by the banks.

Reginald sighed, "Robert loved to come up here alone and sit for hours thinking about his problems..."

He then smiled a bit, "I've kept it just the way he liked it, and as a sort of tribute to him, there is a statue of him behind this clump of hedges."

Smith jumped off his horse and moved off a few feet towards the stream, pushing some hedges out of the way and holding them out of the way so she could see across the stream and to the other side, where there was a large marble statue, the size of a tall man, it was such that he was waving a pistol in one hand, with his other hand urging men onwards, his uniform was sculpted to appear to be wafting in the wind.

The inscription engraved on the base of the statue read, “Major Robert Smith. Mississippian Special Air Assault Squads, 32nd battalion. Battle of Bir Gandus, Western Sahara. September 2004.”

She read the inscription on the base carefully, then looked up. “He seems like a real special guy. One of a kind, I imagine. It’s nice that you would keep this place as a tribute to him.”

Smith nodded his head and smiled, proud of the accomplishments of his son, "Yes, he would have liked it like this... I keep his room in my estate just as it was before he left. Nothing has been touched, he was 16 when he shipped out, first into the Mississippian Foreign Legion, then when he was 17 he got into Republican Guard Officer training, he became and officer in the RG just before turning 18, made the cut for the RG Special Forces, and then he was inducted into the MSAAS after he was offered a chance to compete and he made the grade."

She nodded. "Yes, I remember my parents, they were such good, caring people, and they did a lot to help Eldanor when they were alive. My mother, she helped me with so many things when I was little, I remember when she first taught me how to ride a horse," she smiled fondly at the memory.

Reginald nodded, "Yes, fortunately my parents are still alive, old yet still alive... It's awful though, my boy dying before me, I didn't want to have to bury him, he was supposed to bury me, you know the old saying though, in peace, sons bury their fathers, in war, fathers bury their sons."

"Yes, I know that saying. It's sad, though."

Reginald sighed a bit, "Do you mind if I smoke, it seems to take my mind off all of relatives I've lost to war, assassinations, and such... My son wasn't the only one, most of my uncles, many of my cousins, they have fallen in war or been struck down by assassin's bullets."

She shook her head. "No, no, I don't mind at all, if it makes you feel better. It's hard to think and talk about, but sometimes it helps. I never wanted to talk about my family after their deaths, but once I finally did, I felt better.

I'm sorry that you have had so many relatives die. It must be very hard."

Reginald lit up a cigarillo and started to smoke it, he jumped back on his horse so he was level with her.

He suddenly extended his cigarillo holder towards her, "Would you like one?" he asked.

"No thank you. I don't smoke," she said, shaking her head.

Reginald nodded and tucked the holder away as both of the horses started to move on, carrying them to another area down the banks of the stream... He looked around, the mosquitoes were starting to come out, "Want to head on back, it's getting dark, the bugs out here will eat you alive if you're not careful..."

“All right, let’s go in, I think these flies are already starting to bite me,” she said, swatting a few away with her free hand.

Smith led the way back to the stables and when they got back he fed and watered both of the horses before brushing them each for a few minutes, tasking a servant to finish brushing them.

He then turned to her, "Well, what now, anything in particular you want to do?" he asked as he tossed his cigarillo into an ashtray located nearby.

The Duchess frowned slightly, and then spoke. “No, I don’t believe I do, is there anything in mind you would care to do? I’m willing to do just about anything at the moment.”

Smith shook his head, "No, nothing I really want to do, I'm tired, probably just go to sleep." With that, he started to walk towards the mansion door, a door located on the side. He stopped to make sure she was following, "You going right to sleep then? I'll have a servant show you to the best guest room in the house."

“I think going to sleep a little early would do some good, thank you.”

Smith nodded, "Yeah, that's a good idea." he said as they entered the mansion, he then pointed down the first hall, "Your room is the second door on the left... My office is the fifth door on the right, I'll be in there for a while, then I'll be asleep upstairs. If you need anything in the next hour or so, my office is where to find me, after that I ask that you get a servant to help you unless it's dire..."

That said, he walked off to his office so he could start drinking in peace.

She nodded. "Thank you," she told him, and walked down the hall and went into her room.

A short while later, she was suddenly startled from her sleep by the sound of yelling and a bottle smashing against the wall a few rooms down. Reginald was somewhat drunk and he was yelling at himself, cursing himself for letting his son join the RG and later helping him get into the MSAAS.

The Duchess had been sleeping soundly until she was woken by a noise. She suspected it was a bottle being broken. She listened for a few minutes and heard Smith yelling at himself, and supposed he’d been drinking. “Great,” she groaned. The woman rolled back over and pulled the sheets over her head in hope of blocking out the sound.

Smith broke down and started crying, continuing to drink from another bottle when there were breaks in his crying and cursing of himself.


He then looked up at a portrait of his son above the fireplace... He frowned, whispering, "It's all my fault..."


He slowly walked over to his desk and opened the top center drawer, there was a pistol, an empty magazine, and a box of ammunition in it... He took all three out, setting them on the desk, he looked at them, "Hmmm... A sign perhaps?" he started to slowly slid the ammo box open, looking at each individual round as he wondered if he should do it. He put one round into the magazine, "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Before he started to slide the magazine into the weapon. He finished that and pulled the slide back.


He was still crying somewhat and it could probably be heard for a few rooms in either direction...


He then dropped the pistol, it crashed on the floor and discharged against the wall facing the outside of the house, going through the window. The loud noise interrupted everybody's sleeping, nobody in the entire mansion could have missed it, however none of the guards really cared, if their boss had just shot himself, it was really his business, they knew nobody else was in the house and so there was no cause for alarm.

The Duchess, who had almost drifted back to sleep (she falls asleep easily), awoke with a start and a small gasp. She got out of bed once more and cracked the door. She peered down the hallway towards Smith’s office. “Was that what I think it was?” she murmured to herself. She crept down the hall and knocked on the door. “Are you all right in there?”

Reginald opened the door, pushing it open as he struggled to stand, he looked like a wreck, the most handsome field marshal in all the federation looked like a bum, he'd fallen apart after his son died, hardly a night went by he wasn't drunk.


He sighed, "Yeah, I'm okay, unfortunately... Sorry if I woke you..."

His breath reeked of liquor, expensive liquor but liquor nonetheless.

It only took one quick glance to tell that he indeed was drunk. She could smell something on him, and she didn’t have to guess. She did frown slightly at his words. “’Unfortunately’? What do you mean by that? You look like a walking disaster; I think perhaps you should go lie down.”