NationStates Jolt Archive

"When I die, they will put my body in a box and dispose of it in the cold ground. And in all the million ages to come, I will never breathe or laugh or twitch again. So won't you run and play with me here among the teeming mass of humanity? The universe has spared us this moment."
-- Anonymous

And so life was breathed into a new nation of man, arising from a consensis of indigenous peoples to develop an overarching democratic structure which they would use to govern and better organize their lives and affairs. This great and nobel government was a new concept to the indigenous people, who had functioned alone in small patriarchal societies that held close to no wealth, technology, or power. All that kept these tribes independant from larger warmongering nations was the fact that their land was very undesirable. The land they now called their home was the Aztahoth desert, the largest and most remote desert on all of NS Earth, which served no strategic or economic purpose to any larger nation. Oil and precous metals were rumored by the tribes to exist in the middle of the desert, but was considered by corporations worldwide too costly to refine and convoy out. This fact alone kept the tribes free of the wadge slavery and greed that clutched the collective throat of the rest of the world, but it also opened up their minds to a simple fact: this would not be the case forever. Eventually these substances would be at such a premium that it would become very economical to draw it out of their desert, no matter what the cost. The tribes decided on this, among other reasons, to band together to create a nation devoted to defending itself from any incursion.
Having an ancient grasp of international relations born of relations and diplomacy between the various tribes, the Patriarch of the land sent out small parties of envoys in wooden ships to invite leaders from around the world, be they of countries or corporations, to join together and help this new nation be born. The rewards of this were obvious, being that a good investment now could result in lucrative contracts in the fledgling nation's future.

((OOC: As it stands, we have no electricity so electronic telegrams or other signals can not be intercepted. Should an envoy from your nation be sent to ours, we strongly encourage using helicopters or other vertical flight aircraft that do not require runways, as our capital city is centered roughly in the middle of the Aztahoth Desert, which is itself twice as large as the real-life Sahara. Should you choose to use ships, expect them to have to trek over land quite a ways. Also, we exist in the modern/future tech universe, meaning that we'll accept envoys from any time period. We'd like to keep fantasy contacts at a minimum, although fantasy/future (i.e. Melkor) and fantasy/modern contact is still possible. Oh, and we're intentionally keeping details of our culture, religions, patriarch and such sketchy, to add to the story later on.))

(OOC: Welcome to NS! I assume we can just jump in?)

IC:

To: The Government Leaders of the nation of Aztahoth
From: His Royal Highness King Theodore Serene, The Kingdom of Serenity State

The Kingdom extends a hand of welcome to this fledgling nation, much like ourselves. In the possibility of cultural exchange and mutual interest, we would like the oppurtunity to meet for the possibility of diplomatic talks.

To: The Government Leaders of the nation of Aztahoth
From: Caliph Abu Bakar of The Theocracy of Beduin Arabia

Congratulations on your newly established nation. If you need assistance establishing yourselves contact us.

After the boat was sent by Aztahoth. A small convoy carring what would look like a base on wheels appeared a bit off from the city. A jeep aproached the city with a man standing in the back yelling a strange language to his driver and the man with a weapon.

A single vehicle rumbeled towards the nation, crushing trees and rock alike in its path. It was the second Bolo built by the Concordiat, and it was massive. Thirty-eight meters wide, one-hundred-and-twenty meters long, and twenty-five meters tall. The six, three-meter wide treads crunched over the ground, flattening the dirt into packed pseudo-rock. The Bolo stopped outside the capitol city, its mechanically controlled and calm voice booming.

"Combat Unit 002 356 Bolo THM Thomas to Nation; we have recieved your envoy. We extend our help to your flegling nation, and wish to assist you in any way possible. We are a powerful ally, but be warned, we are just as powerful an enemy."

(OOC: Welcome to NS! I assume we can just jump in?)

IC:

To: The Government Leaders of the nation of Aztahoth
From: His Royal Highness King Theodore Serene, The Kingdom of Serenity State

The Kingdom extends a hand of welcome to this fledgling nation, much like ourselves. In the possibility of cultural exchange and mutual interest, we would like the oppurtunity to meet for the possibility of diplomatic talks.
((OOC: Ah yeah, probably should've mentioned something about jumping right in. Go ahead. :)
Also, as any message you send back with us has to cross the sea on our wooden ships, we'll be REALLY conservative with our estimate and assume it takes a week to arrive.))
IC:

From: The Desk of the Patriarch of the Land, Aztath*
To: King Theodore Serene, Esteemed Potentate of the Kingdom of Serenity State

By all means, please join us. Inclosed are the coordinates of the Executive Palace of Aztahoth, transcribed into the universal coordinate system used by the outside world. We welcome you and/or any envoys you'd wish to send with open arms, brother.

~A

*((OOC: FYI, Aztath is the name of our capital, not our Partiarch.))

The jeep halted when they heard the other vehicle and turned towards it and started to move at full speed. The man in the back now yelling in a more understandable language. "Good Day ONI Concordiat, what brings you here?" The man Yelled.

(OOC: We have been researching the land around these parts and not for the metals or other things beneathe its surface.)

The jeep halted when they heard the other vehicle and turned towards it and started to move at full speed. The man in the back now yelling in a more understandable language. "Good Day ONI Concordiat, what brings you here?" The man Yelled.

"Hello, fellow men. The Concordiat-" the Bolo stopped, and the hatch opened. A decorated officer climbed out. "We are here" he said "to assist this small nation in building. We have heard to many stories of fledgling nations overrun by larger, imperialist nations. What brings you here, AeroSpaceCity? We have heard good things of you." The Bolo hummed in agreement.

"We are here to research these peoples. If you have heard we watch other nations peoples, somewhat like mars rovers researching mars," Said the man in the back of the jeep, "Also we are here to help. We will do what we can as your people are going to do."

On the behalf of my company UFTSE, we would like to welcome you to the marvelous world of NationStates.

To help your nation in its pursuit of Industrial Development, Lachenburg's leading Independent Contractor, UFSTE, has happy to present you with this offer:

UFTSE will construct, over the next 5 years, the following objects:

Roads
Airports (For small aircraft)
Factories
Housing
Sanitation

The work force would be 80% native born and would be trained by our contractors in the finer aspects of construction. All basic workers would be paid 7 USD an hour for their services, as well as receiving a discount on UFTSE products. All workers would also be entitled to 2 weeks vacation per year and 10 weeks of maternity leave.

In return we request that UFSTE places one member on the board of directors for every company in your country, as well as giving us the capability to invest within your countries corporations.

I hope you consider this rather generous offer.

Franz Glostermann
Chairman of the Board
UFTSE Inc.

A single vehicle rumbeled towards the nation, crushing trees and rock alike in its path. It was the second Bolo built by the Concordiat, and it was massive. Thirty-eight meters wide, one-hundred-and-twenty meters long, and twenty-five meters tall. The six, three-meter wide treads crunched over the ground, flattening the dirt into packed pseudo-rock. The Bolo stopped outside the capitol city, its mechanically controlled and calm voice booming.

"Combat Unit 002 356 Bolo THM Thomas to Nation; we have recieved your envoy. We extend our help to your flegling nation, and wish to assist you in any way possible. We are a powerful ally, but be warned, we are just as powerful an enemy."
((OOC: Just so ya know, we don't have many trees or rocks, just a few scattered lakes and oasises. We are a desert, after all.))
IC:
The news of this powerful appearance reached the Executive Palace directly, and in a swift motion that one would expect from a nation with more experience in the international affairs feild, a reply was dispatched.

A man approached the Bolo, venturing just outside the borders of his city to do so while all of his fellow people lingered just inside the bounds of their home, so as to achieve a false sense of security while still attaining a good view of the action.
"I am Grans, fourteenth son of the Patriarch and diplomat to the outside world," he spoke, bowing steeply towards the combat robot, "Our city and our nation would be more than glad to recieve you, but we are but a simple nation of man. Our streets and buildings aren't fit to accomidate a creature of your mass. Do you perhaps have a smaller form you could take, for only the purposes of this diplomatic mission?"

((OOC: We also don't really have any distinction between robots and mythological creatures. Which figures.))

http://www.flug-revue.rotor.com/FRTypen/Fotos/bell/BA609FF.JPG

The Bell BA609 cruised into Aztahoth airspace and began descending from it's flight level. Onboard, Royal Emissary Joseph Stevens leant back in the comfort of the Royal Aircraft and looked out the window at the desert below.

The sand was giving way on the skyline to the capital city of the nation. Aztath looked peaceful in the sunlight from this height, although Stevens expected it to become much busier once he arrived.

In a way, this trip held mutual advantages; firstly, the Kingdom extended its so far short hand of International Relations to another corner of the world. Also, the possibilities of gaining foreign business contracts for home industries to build this nation an infrastructure held benefits for both parties.

The man finished his drink and placed it on the sidetable as he began shuffling his diplomatic papers. The Bell began to descend towards the endless sand below as the rotors twisted to bring the aircraft to a VTOL position.

((OOC: Just so ya know, we don't have many trees or rocks, just a few scattered lakes and oasises. We are a desert, after all.))
IC:
The news of this powerful appearance reached the Executive Palace directly, and in a swift motion that one would expect from a nation with more experience in the international affairs feild, a reply was dispatched.

A man approached the Bolo, venturing just outside the borders of his city to do so while all of his fellow people lingered just inside the bounds of their home, so as to achieve a false sense of security while still attaining a good view of the action.
"I am Grans, fourteenth son of the Patriarch and diplomat to the outside world," he spoke, bowing steeply towards the combat robot, "Our city and our nation would be more than glad to recieve you, but we are but a simple nation of man. Our streets and buildings aren't fit to accomidate a creature of your mass. Do you perhaps have a smaller form you could take, for only the purposes of this diplomatic mission?"

((OOC: We also don't really have any distinction between robots and mythological creatures. Which figures.))


You may speak with My Commander, Herr Hauptmann Thomas.
The Haptmann (Captain) climbed down the Bolo's extended ladder. "Hello, Grans. We are here to assist you in every way possible. Are you the highest authority here?"

On the behalf of my company UFTSE, we would like to welcome you to the marvelous world of NationStates.

To help your nation in its pursuit of Industrial Development, Lachenburg's leading Independent Contractor, UFSTE, has happy to present you with this offer:

UFTSE will construct, over the next 5 years, the following objects:

Roads
Airports (For small aircraft)
Factories
Housing
Sanitation

The work force would be 80% native born and would be trained by our contractors in the finer aspects of construction. All basic workers would be paid 7 USD an hour for their services, as well as receiving a discount on UFTSE products. All workers would also be entitled to 2 weeks vacation per year and 10 weeks of maternity leave.

In return we request that UFSTE places one member on the board of directors for every company in your country, as well as giving us the capability to invest within your countries corporations.

I hope you consider this rather generous offer.

Franz Glostermann
Chairman of the Board
UFTSE Inc.

From: The Desk of the Patriarch of the Land, Aztath
To: Chairman Franz Glostermann, UFTSE Inc.

We would accept your most generous offer, but would like to know first if we could include basic utilities (running water, electricity, etc.) in this proposal of yours. In stands to reason that water pipes would be included with sanitation, but what of electricity?

~A

The jeep then turned and the man in back signiled the larger vehicle to move. It began to move and soon 4 following vehicles came into view. The vehicles reached the city and the main one, about the size of the Bolo only a bit smaller, opened side hatches and some men stepped out with devices and machines wich they carried to the base camp being set up near by. "Here," Said the man in the jeep, "We will begin unpacking generators and comms systems to give to this new nation. We will also train people to use and repair these systems. We hope you will accept these as a gift. But only on one condition, you become our allies." The man in the back of the jeep said to the leader of Aztahoth.

You may speak with My Commander, Herr Hauptmann Thomas.
The Haptmann (Captain) climbed down the Bolo's extended ladder. "Hello, Grans. We are here to assist you in every way possible. Are you the highest authority here?"
Grans was a bit confused. He had, after all, indentified himself as but the son of the Patriarch and a diplomat, and now this foreign man was asking him whether he was the highest power in the land. He reminded himself not to judge foreign cultures before he understood them, and realized that maybe within their nation their leader held the title of "Diplomat". In any case, he bowed deeply to the Captain and answered, "No my friend, I am not but a speaker for the Patriarch, who is currently meeting with people in his palace within the city. If it is acceptable to you, we shall wait for a small group of others to be amassed before venturing to the palace for a meeting with his highness."

OOC: Sorry, got to drop out of this all of a sudden due to other engagements. Welcome to NS, though.))

The jeep then turned and the man in back signiled the larger vehicle to move. It began to move and soon 4 following vehicles came into view. The vehicles reached the city and the main one, about the size of the Bolo only a bit smaller, opened side hatches and some men stepped out with devices and machines wich they carried to the base camp being set up near by. "Here," Said the man in the jeep, "We will begin unpacking generators and comms systems to give to this new nation. We will also train people to use and repair these systems. We hope you will accept these as a gift. But only on one condition, you become our allies." The man in the back of the jeep said to the leader of Aztahoth.
"We thank you kindly for these gifts," Grans said with another bow, "But we would like to know what you as a nation stand for before allying ourselves with you. I have received word from the Patriarch that there are others who would gladly bestow the gift of power upon us, and he has asked the same question that I am asking you."

OOC: Sorry, got to drop out of this all of a sudden due to other engagements. Welcome to NS, though.))
((OOC: Ah, it's alright. It's best not to have too much on your plate. ;) ))

Grans was a bit confused. He had, after all, indentified himself as but the son of the Patriarch and a diplomat, and now this foreign man was asking him whether he was the highest power in the land. He reminded himself not to judge foreign cultures before he understood them, and realized that maybe within their nation their leader held the title of "Diplomat". In any case, he bowed deeply to the Captain and answered, "No my friend, I am not but a speaker for the Patriarch, who is currently meeting with people in his palace within the city. If it is acceptable to you, we shall wait for a small group of others to be amassed before venturing to the palace for a meeting with his highness."

"Understood, Grans. May our leader speak directly with yours?" A helicopter landed, and a even more highly-decorated officer stepped out. "I am Provost-General Thoma, of the ONI Concordiat. I will wait here with Thomas and...well...Thomas, although the Bolo will have to stay. Here, you wouldn't me to meet your commander with this." He handed Grans a gauss pistol that had been strapped to his belt. He walked towads the Bolo, patting it as if it was an animal. "Second one...think if we had a fleet..." he mumbled off.

"What does our government see in fucking two bit country with out technology!" Said one of the soldiers. Keeping one hand on the machine gun attached to the jeep and in his other hand a Waylend cigar. He had tooken off his breathing mask and talking to anyone who would listen.

"Some ally of sorts, but soldier keep you eye for any creatures of sorts or any thing that we need to blow the fuck away. Woo-Ha!" Said the captain.

On the helicopter about 150 meters above the jeeps the nervous ambassador was eating some sort of fried chicken.

When they saw the city or any sort of civilization.

"Okay I want 3 guards always protecting the ambassador 5 guard the copter and 2 on the patrol around the copter and a sattlelite images of this country! Do it NOW!" Yelled the captain.

"Understood, Grans. May our leader speak directly with yours?" A helicopter landed, and a even more highly-decorated officer stepped out. "I am Provost-General Thoma, of the ONI Concordiat. I will wait here with Thomas and...well...Thomas, although the Bolo will have to stay. Here, you wouldn't me to meet your commander with this." He handed Grans a gauss pistol that had been strapped to his belt. He walked towads the Bolo, patting it as if it was an animal. "Second one...think if we had a fleet..." he mumbled off.
"I'm certain the Patriarch would be delighted to speak with you," Grans continued, "As you are obviously a force of much power. However, we would like at least a third major force to attend our meetings. From what I have heard, one should be arriving in not too long."

"What does our government see in fucking two bit country with out technology!" Said one of the soldiers. Keeping one hand on the machine gun attached to the jeep and in his other hand a Waylend cigar. He had tooken off his breathing mask and talking to anyone who would listen.

"Some ally of sorts, but soldier keep you eye for any creatures of sorts or any thing that we need to blow the fuck away. Woo-Ha!" Said the captain.

On the helicopter about 150 meters above the jeeps the nervous ambassador was eating some sort of fried chicken.

When they saw the city or any sort of civilization.

"Okay I want 3 guards always protecting the ambassador 5 guard the copter and 2 on the patrol around the copter and a sattlelite images of this country! Do it NOW!" Yelled the captain.
"How do you say... Speak of the devil?" Grans said, "This should be the third force."
He stood patiently, waiting for the helecopter to land.

((OOC: Right-o, I'll just assume the helicopter landed.))
IC:
Grans bowed, greeting the Waylendian diplomat.
"Welcome to our capital city of Aztath, esteemed representative! Allow me to introduce you to your colleagues, Provost-General Thoma of the ONI Concordiat and a diplomat of AeroSpaceCity. Before I take you to our Patriarch, may I ask what country or corporation you represent?"

*kicks the thread's tuccus to the top of the forum*

From: The Desk of the Patriarch of the Land, Aztath
To: Chairman Franz Glostermann, UFTSE Inc.

We would accept your most generous offer, but would like to know first if we could include basic utilities (running water, electricity, etc.) in this proposal of yours. In stands to reason that water pipes would be included with sanitation, but what of electricity?

~A

Yes, of course. UFTSE would be glad to install those objects and set up utility companies to manage them.

We would build 2 natural gas and 4 coal power-plants, along with power lines and transition equipment. We will most likely mine for natural gas and coal, as well as importing our own natural gas and coal deposits to holding areas within your nation. Of course, the Utility companies set-up by UFTSE would contain UFTSE board members and UFTSE would control a certain percentage of these companies stocks.

As for sanitation, a sewer system for your major cities, along with 2 water treatment facilities and several dozen pumping facilities will be set-up.

I can assure you that this project will be very extensive.


Franz Glostermann
Chairman of the Board
UFTSE Inc.

Yes, of course. UFTSE would be glad to install those objects and set up utility companies to manage them.

We would build 2 natural gas and 4 coal power-plants, along with power lines and transition equipment. We will most likely mine for natural gas and coal, as well as importing our own natural gas and coal deposits to holding areas within your nation. Of course, the Utility companies set-up by UFTSE would contain UFTSE board members and UFTSE would control a certain percentage of these companies stocks.

As for sanitation, a sewer system for your major cities, along with 2 water treatment facilities and several dozen pumping facilities will be set-up.

I can assure you that this project will be very extensive.


Franz Glostermann
Chairman of the Board
UFTSE Inc.
Then we would be more than happy to provide you with the opportunity to render these services for us. We will obviously provide you with free land for these procedures, as well as a signifigant seat of power in our government. We can offer you about 20% of limestone mined from quarries about 40 miles north of Aztath as an immeadiate reward for your course of action, as these are the most readily available resources to us that are also fairly high-priced commodities to the outside world. You can also dip into our share of limestone for the purposes of building structures related to work within our country.

~A

"We thank you kindly for these gifts," Grans said with another bow, "But we would like to know what you as a nation stand for before allying ourselves with you. I have received word from the Patriarch that there are others who would gladly bestow the gift of power upon us, and he has asked the same question that I am asking you."

Our nation is a peace maker nation, we do do not kill without reason.We have wars, but they are usually to help another nation. We do have destructive weapons but they defend our prize possesion, a ship with many records and many memories. The ship is the Pheonix Of Ages. But we are here to help you not to tell you about our ship.

(OOC: sorry i wasn't on for a while i had to pack for moving.)

The objects and machines were now out and ready to put together. So the men began constructing generators and the comms station. "So? What do you think? Will you accept the offer? or will I have to order my men to pack up?" Said the man, "Oh and also I forgot to introduce myself, I am Leo the leader of ASC."

We for too long have seen smaller antions overrun by larger imperialist nations. Imperialism only leads to violence, and must be stopped at the root. No fledgling nation that the Concordiat protects has ever fallen to a foreign empire, something that cannot be said for many other nations. Our Bolo here is the most powerful ground weapon in Nationstates, or, at least, it has not encountered anything it could not defeat. But we are here to see your leader, are we not?

We for too long have seen smaller antions overrun by larger imperialist nations. Imperialism only leads to violence, and must be stopped at the root. No fledgling nation that the Concordiat protects has ever fallen to a foreign empire, something that cannot be said for many other nations. Our Bolo here is the most powerful ground weapon in Nationstates, or, at least, it has not encountered anything it could not defeat. But we are here to see your leader, are we not?

(OOC: Its the most powerful ground. But have you seen the most powerful air weapons?)

OOC: No, but I hope to god they are not too strong...I prefer ground combat, and aircraft can knock out tanks if the aircraft are designed well...the Bolo can shoot nearly every aircraft down, and PD Lasers most missiles, but I have not seen the most powerful...

OOC: No, but I hope to god they are not too strong...I prefer ground combat, and aircraft can knock out tanks if the aircraft are designed well...the Bolo can shoot nearly every aircraft down, and PD Lasers most missiles, but I have not seen the most powerful...

OOC:BOOYA! I have some tough air defences. They might not be powerful with weapons but boy they are fast! Not to brag.Heh... Ok so it was a brag but... It is quite true. And I wouldn't attack your Bolo, its cool.

OOC:BOOYA! I have some tough air defences. They might not be powerful with weapons but boy they are fast! Not to brag.Heh... Ok so it was a brag but... It is quite true. And I wouldn't attack your Bolo, its cool.
OOC: haha yea its all good. Most powerful air, eh?

IC: Seems we have inadvertently found the Concordiat a new ally, am I correct, Leo?

Yes you are.

OOC:sorry but i have to go. i'll hopefully be back to continue replys and stuffs. Bye.

OOC: bye

from low orbit the hive had been studying a nation in the making, stuck in the centre of a vast desert the inhabitants of this fledgeling society must - the hive belived - be resiliant and as such perfect specimins to add to the genome database. So a cuttle-fish transport vessel plunged into the earth's atmosphere like a sea creature released into water its tenticles trailing behind it as it swooped down and landed near the other delegates. the 75 meter long bio-ship shimmerd in the blazing sunlight as moucus seeped out of is skein. The tentacles began to part and a large maw appeared from which a huge touge seamed to lull out and roll onto the ground. Hissing mist and vapour steamed out of the great creatures maw cooling the air around the ship. From the dank darkness of the ships maw a clicking and chittering could be heard.

Sudenly 13 large dog sized harvesters jumped out of the vessel forming a V shape around the now open maw - they looked agitatedly at the other deligates. From behind them a "blank" avatar emerged. It had no external features - no eyes no mouth nothing no sign of a gender. It walked with grace its white skein shimmering in the light towards the nearby delegates.

From no where a voice was heard:
"We are the hive, we are perfection. We extend our hands to welcome your nation into the fold."

The white humanoid figure held out its hand in a slow peacful and yet somhow very forceful mannor - it expected its hand to be taken - it expected nothing less and nothing more.

"Inbound spacecraft, unclassified. Appears not to be a warship. Nothing we can't handle, although it may very well be hostile. Awaiting orders."

By the time Thomas had finished, the Provost-General had seen the craft land, and the avatar come out, extending his hand. He didn't know wether to shake it or not. He preferred to talk from a distance.

"Welcome, Hive. We are waiting for Grans to take us to Aztahoth's Patriarch. This is Hauptmann Thomas, this tank is Bolo Thomas, and I am Provost-General Thoma. Coincidence, of course, leads to the similar names.

Leo, intimidated by the look of the creature readied a gun at his side when he noticed it was unarmed. He put the gun away and willingly shook the creature's hand while saying, "I've seen this kind of race before. Could it be the race that was dening my access to other dimensions?"

Then we would be more than happy to provide you with the opportunity to render these services for us. We will obviously provide you with free land for these procedures, as well as a significant seat of power in our government. We can offer you about 20% of limestone mined from quarries about 40 miles north of Aztath as an immediate reward for your course of action, as these are the most readily available resources to us that are also fairly high-priced commodities to the outside world. You can also dip into our share of limestone for the purposes of building structures related to work within our country.

~A

We wish to thank you for your generosity.

Over the next three months, the total amount of equipment need for this massive project will be transported by helicopter or ship, to a equipment depot being constructed outside of your capital city. We hope this process of construction goes as smoothly as possible, so the next 5 years will be pleasant ones.

To peace and prosperity.


Franz Glostermann
Chairman of the Board
UFTSE Inc.

The objects and machines were now out and ready to put together. So the men began constructing generators and the comms station. "So? What do you think? Will you accept the offer? or will I have to order my men to pack up?" Said the man, "Oh and also I forgot to introduce myself, I am Leo the leader of ASC."
"I myself cannot say whether or not we accept your offer," Grans responded, "as I am only a public relations man. However, speak with our Patriarch and I am near certain he will accept your offer."
from low orbit the hive had been studying a nation in the making, stuck in the centre of a vast desert the inhabitants of this fledgeling society must - the hive belived - be resiliant and as such perfect specimins to add to the genome database. So a cuttle-fish transport vessel plunged into the earth's atmosphere like a sea creature released into water its tenticles trailing behind it as it swooped down and landed near the other delegates. the 75 meter long bio-ship shimmerd in the blazing sunlight as moucus seeped out of is skein. The tentacles began to part and a large maw appeared from which a huge touge seamed to lull out and roll onto the ground. Hissing mist and vapour steamed out of the great creatures maw cooling the air around the ship. From the dank darkness of the ships maw a clicking and chittering could be heard.

Sudenly 13 large dog sized harvesters jumped out of the vessel forming a V shape around the now open maw - they looked agitatedly at the other deligates. From behind them a "blank" avatar emerged. It had no external features - no eyes no mouth nothing no sign of a gender. It walked with grace its white skein shimmering in the light towards the nearby delegates.

From no where a voice was heard:
"We are the hive, we are perfection. We extend our hands to welcome your nation into the fold."

The white humanoid figure held out its hand in a slow peacful and yet somhow very forceful mannor - it expected its hand to be taken - it expected nothing less and nothing more.
Grans looked quizically at the hand, as handshakes were not of his culture. Nevertheless, the creature appeared very forceful and very alein, so he felt best to do as it did. He extended his hand and fingers, approaching the alein until their palms were almost touching. ((OOC: This bit I'm assuming.)) The Hive ambassador grabbed Grans' hand and gave it a rough shake. Grans was originally unaware of what was going on, but a few seconds into the gesture he caught on, giving the alein a hearty shake back.
"Whether or not we enter your collective is not my decision to make, friend," Grans said, still clutching the alein's hand, "but I guarantee our noble Patriarch will seriously consider it. It certainly would be considered the trade-off to end all trade-offs, but it is still a distinct possibility for our people."
Grans released the alien's hand, and turned to address the man frim ONI Concordiat.
We for too long have seen smaller antions overrun by larger imperialist nations. Imperialism only leads to violence, and must be stopped at the root. No fledgling nation that the Concordiat protects has ever fallen to a foreign empire, something that cannot be said for many other nations. Our Bolo here is the most powerful ground weapon in Nationstates, or, at least, it has not encountered anything it could not defeat. But we are here to see your leader, are we not?
"Well spoken, and yes you are." Grans said, "So on that note we shall be setting off. I can give you a breif tour of Aztath's important points along the way to the capital, as well as several religious structures that are key to our faith. So come, friends, follow me."
((OOC: I'm assuming all your characters follow Grans. If they don't, correct me.))
Grans turned, his simple robes whipped up in a sudden gust of hot desert wind that swept up sand as well as any lose fabrics on the guests.
"Best be getting inside the city's borders before this wind gets too bad," Grans told the guests, "it could get brutal. The structures within the city are fairly durable, and block out the wind."
And so the collection of men and the alein of the Hive entered the city, following their ragged but noble guide. Once inside the borders, the winds all but stopped and a small cluster of soldiers stepped out from between the outer buildings to accompany the party on their train to the Palace. The soldiers carried Ak-47s, old outdated Kalashnikovs of little use to any but the poorest nations and revolutionary forces. They were emotionless sentinals, their faces wrapped in fabric that hid not only any facial expression but any trace of humanity at all. Walking along beside the party, they seemed more akin to the Imodian than Grans, expressionless, bland, and even eyeless due to a thin strip of opaque fabric that covered their eyes.
Grans assumed the role of tour guide now, something he was apparently very well suited for. He attacked his new role with bravado, pointing out primitive hospitals, police stations, post offices, museaums, libraries, and other essential civic structures. The only ones of any real interest were two religious structures, the first the party just reached now.
"This is The Idol," Grans said, motioning to a immense metalic humanoid form.
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"Our noble Patriarch decended down from the heavens to unite us. The Idol nessled him within itself to keep him from harm. This is the avitar of our God, who sent our Patriarch to unite us and save us from the warmongers of the outside world."
They traveled a short distance to the next site, a large limestone temple with an erie orange glow coming from within. The Executive Palace was within sight, just a short ways off from this religious icon.
"Deep within this temple is a device that holds all of our God's power, an infinate ammount of strength capable of granting its users the ability to manifest their will. I am not holy enough to enter, and peaceful as your missions may be, I am highly doubtful if they would allow any of present company to enter without first serving a lifetime dedicated to learning the virtues of our one God."
Another short distance later and they were at the gates of the palace. This immense limestone structure was equiled in the town only by the temple, with large pillars rising out of the sand to mark the entrance with twin limestone lions standing watch at the front gate. The stone looked fresh-cut, and unweathered by the sandstorms which otherwise plagued the desert.
"This, as you probably would've guessed, is the Executive Palace," Grans said, bowing to his guests, "Once inside, I must ask you to please refrain from talking until you reach our Patriarch's quarters. It is customary for us to do this out of respect for our leader, and the arduous task he faces in bringing our nation to compete and co-exist with the other large nations of today's world. So, if you have any questions, now would be the time to ask them."

((OOC: I'll pause here for now, in case any of you want to ask about anything so far. I don't mean to stall, as I've got this all planned out to a T right now. The Imodians especially should watch what unfolds, as they will probably understand the signifigance of this.))

The avatar impasivly shook hands with the deligates who accepted its offer until grans took its hand, it shook his hand vigorously before scraping a small amount of skin from the back of his hand with its other hand then then placing the material into its mouth <small graze> at this it exploded into colour its bust expansing and hair rushing from its head in a matter of seconds Grans perfect image of a female appeared standing infront of him as if it were a dream.
She smiled at him warmly before speaking in a much softer tone:
"We are the hive, I am now avatar to your race, the hive hopes that we may be of assistance to you as you will be to us. You have already helped us greatly in appreciation of this we would offer you much. We are the hive, we welcome you to us."

*The guards seam unplused by the sudden transformation of the avatar and seam to be more at ease than they where before and so began to move around monitoring the other deligates actions their black carapacing glimmering in the bright sun, they seamed to be getting larger in the heat but this was surly just the sun playing tricks on peoples minds.*

ooc> the gaunts have currently grown by 25% and will keep growing untill they are the size of an average elephant.

OOC Sorry I couldn't of responded sooner.
IC
John had introduced himself to Gran as "John, A ambassador from Waylend". The only person who was slightly afraid of the aliens was John of course he had seen aliens before but it was again only on the tv once or twice in real life but they looks almost exactly like humans except for skin color and height.

He had heard of The Hive before this but it was when one of his co-workers talked about them. He just realized how much the bagel guy knew... He shook his head to get out of the fantasy and remembered why he was here.

"The Glorious nation of Waylend would like to offer it's support to make this nation a technological wonder. We would like to help gather the resources from this land."
This was John's first visit to a different country as an ambassador for Waylend.

ooc> sorry forgot to mention the avatar is currently naked and a very stunning female human <at least i belive gran's is human> and essentially is everything Gran's would look for in a human she has been made perfect in HIS opinion - perhaps he would like to describe her for us. :)

Leo walked over to his jeep and pulled out a suitcase and tossed it to the avatar and said, "I suggest you put some clothes on. It would make you look less attractive to people who want to rape you. Like that little town person over there," He points to a man with a knife and some weapons that is stareing at the avatar.