NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Like it says, all techs, all are invited. The music is located in the link at the bottom. The RP takes place before, during, and after the concert.

A temporary Shuttle Port was ready, it could begin bringing the attendees to the concert.

Lodgings had been reserved in the area for anyone wishing to stay around for a night.

The Invitations had been sent to all the leaders of all countries.

Cleyra Desert, Planet of Gaia, Gaia System

The Grand Ballroom, a huge building constructed for the sole purpose of Artistic Entertainment, towers above all the buildings in the Cleyra Desert. Constructed of Sandstone, Marble, and several other materials, it displays a perfect view of Pre Siesatia Burmecia. It survived many attacks, almost untouched, and to this day, presents a proud view of tradition by Siesatia.

Today, the hall is mainly in use by the Siesatian National Symphony Orchestra, the Elite Classical Group, that is the only artistic organization supported by the government. The hall requires a staggering 10 million to operate a year, just to show the amount of money put into it.


The Concert. (http://209.158.155.5/siesatian_national_symphony.htm)

His Excellency, Emperor Crossman, would be honored to attend the symphony.

Indeed, we would be honored to recieve him. If there is no availiable transportation to Gaia, our Shuttles are in the Sol System. I must emphasize the no weapons rule. Ceremonial Weapons are allowed. This rule has been announced to all the Invitation recievers.

The Emperor has means of transportation. The Emperor shall arrive from Crossmanus Prime aboard Imperial One, the Emperor's personal starship.

Imperial One
http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/images/prod_sketches/image_08.jpg

The President(Sarah E. Tay) and her entourage would be most honored to attend this event. As our space-centre was smashed beyond repair, we would like a shuttle to land in the Black Tower of Haven, where the presidential office is located, to pick up the president.

We would be bringing 20 of Haven Winged Guards and 2 Oni-Gang Spy Operatives, the Winged Guards will be armed with ceremonial blades and the Oni-Gang will be armed with a single blade.

After recieving the invitation, His Imperial Highness Francis I has accepted the invitation.
He needs transportation. We know the no-weapons policy. There will be 5 guards attending Francis. They will carry ceromonial swords.

Her Majesty Queen Carina of the Bretonian Empire has expressed enthusiasm at the prospect of hearing an alien culture's music played live by a professional orchestra, and has asked if she may attend.

Arthur Lurneham
Personal Advisor to HM Queen Carina I

Vice President Juliet LeFlore of the Democratic Colonies would be honored to attend this sympony. Due to technological constraints, the Democratic Colonies is unable to transport her offworld to Gaia - transportation would be appriciated. Vice President LeFlore will be accompanied by eight agents of the Colonial Security Bureau, who shall be unarmed.

Vice President LeFlore would like to show her appriciation to Siesatia, and present as a symbol of the friendship between our two nations, a small number of rare paintings from the A.I Lifeform Colonial Collection of Art. The paintings in the collection are all one of a kind works that were created by the AIs in service of the Colonial Government. Due to the nature of thier being, the AIs do not paint often, and thier few works are regarded as occasional, surreal glimpses into the digital realms of the artificial mind's creative potential. Vice President LeFlore would be honored to present The Grand Ballroom with these gifts, if you would accept them.

- Secretary Stephanie March, Colonial Department of Foreign Affairs
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/March01.jpg)

New Endenia- Our shuttle will be there shortly. The ETA to the Gaia System, is 2 hours, docking will be 15 minuites, transportation to the Cleyra Desert will be 15 minuites.

Cherry Ridge- Shuttle will arrive in 20 minuites. Our president sends his compliments to Francis, along with a bottle of Red Wine. It should be to his liking.

Bretonia- Your Queen Carina will be most welcome to the Concert. Will she require Transportation?

Democratic Colonies- Vice President LeFlore will be most apreciated, our president sends his compliments. The Earth Shuttle will make a pass over Democratic Colonies in 25 minuites. Your paintings will be most apreciated, they will go under the Earth Section, with their AI callsigns inscribed underneth. You may also be pleased to know that our own AI systems are making leaps and bounds, and have already achieved Semi Sentience.

OOC: I also want to remind you that the music is underneath the pictures on the webpage. If there are any problems, please OOC them here.

Crossman- Your Starship has been cleared for the Gaia System. Welcome.

Bretonia- Your Queen Carina will be most welcome to the Concert. Will she require Transportation?

That's alright, thank you anyway. The HMS Ulysses, the Queen's personal -- and unarmed -- yacht, has just completed shake-down tests of the new advanced cruise drive. She should arrive there before the concert begins. The Ulysses will be escorted by the HMS Victoria, a fully armed battleship. Will it be acceptable for this battleship to enter your space along with the Ulysses, or will she have to stop at your territorial borders?

For identification purposes, images can be supplied:

The HMS Ulysses:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/MattLever/Bretonia/hms_ulysses.jpg

The HMS Victoria:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/MattLever/Bretonia/hms_victoria.jpg

Arthur Lurneham
Personal Advisor to HM Queen Carina I

There is a small border stop, on the edge of the system, we have supplied the coordiates. It will be a 15 second stop. During that process, temporal sensors will scan the ships for any major weapons. It is a small inconvinience, and we appologise for it, but it is for the protection of both your queen, and the rest of the National Leaders attending.

The battleship will be allowed to dock at the orbital station above Gaia, but we must convey our... Disaproval. And our Defence ministry will take drastic measures should there be any buissiness that threatens any national leader.

Shuttles do not have to go through this process.

Thank you. The Victoria will not charge her weapons or load her torpedoes whilst in your territory; nor will she send any personnel planet-side on arrival. I do hope you understand our reluctance at letting our Queen's yacht travel alone through uncharted space; we have no desires of hostility towards anybody.
I will begin preparations for departure at once; I look forward to arriving in your space.

Arthur Lurneham
Personal Advisor to HM Queen Carina I

Transmission to the Siesatian government,
"Francis has had a matter pop up. He will not be able to attend. However, Count James Antonette, the Secratary of Foriegn Affairs. He will be accompanied by 5 Ridgian Army soldiers in dress uniforms and cerimonial swords. Your shuttle has been cleared for landing."

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/ff/Reich.jpg
Count James Antonette.


ooc- just say when the shuttle lands

The Gaia System is far from uncharted, and it is only dangerous if you leave the corridors. They are held open, to allow FTL travel through it. Otherwise, it wouldnt be possible. We however, understand, and it shall be permitted.

Crossman- Your Starship has been cleared for the Gaia System. Welcome.

Very well. Imperial One will be escorted by a squadron of 12 Mk V Viper fighters. They will stand down all weapons upon entering the Gaia system.

Cherry Ridge- We understand Francis' busy, with the attempted assasinations and all. President Crescent expresses his hope that it should pass. Your representative is still welcome. Shuttle should be there momentarily.

The Gaia System is far from uncharted, and it is only dangerous if you leave the corridors. They are held open, to allow FTL travel through it. Otherwise, it wouldnt be possible. We however, understand, and it shall be permitted.

It is uncharted to us, however, your territory wasn't our concern, and hence why we were willing to leave the Victoria at a border station if you requested it. It is unlikely our single battleship could pose a threat to someone with your level of technology anyway. No, we have extensive terrorist and pirate problems in our territory, who would have a field day with an unescorted Royal yacht. And we have not charted many places outside of our own initial territory as of yet; indeed, the Ulysses will be going further out than any Bretonian ship has gone before. A title our adventurous Queen is most eager to attain. And an excellent reason to not allow her to travel without armed escort.

Arthur Lurneham
Personal Advisor to HM Queen Carina I

Very well. Imperial One will be escorted by a squadron of 12 Mk V Viper fighters. They will stand down all weapons upon entering the Gaia system.

Should the fighters need an atiquite landing strip, the Freestar III, our premiere Flagship is in orbit, and will recieve them. It should be more than comfortable.

Bretonia- it is understood. 20,000 lightyears is not far... We inquire, is your nation isolationist? It will be the farthest for many earthbound nations, but what of yourself?

Emperor Crossman shall be accompanied by Lord Admiral Ayumi Hamasaki, the incoming Chief of Naval Operations. Secretary of State Lord Azrael von Dracwald shall also accompany the Emperor. The Emperor's Royal Guard detachment shall only be armed with ceremonial katanas, as will the Emperor, Lord Admiral Hamasaki, and Lord Azrael. (OOC: what can I say, Crossmanians are a warrior people.

Emperor Crossman:
http://www.freewebs.com/nation-of-crossman/EmperorCrossman2.JPG
Lord Admiral Ayumi Hamasaki:
http://www.freewebs.com/nation-of-crossman/Cmdr%201st%20Flt%20-%20LordAdm%20Hamasaki.jpg
Lord Azrael von Dracwald:
http://www.freewebs.com/nation-of-crossman/SoS%20-%20Lord%20Azrael.jpg

Should the fighters need an atiquite landing strip, the Freestar III, our premiere Flagship is in orbit, and will recieve them. It should be more than comfortable.

The Emperor accepts your gracious offer.

Bretonia- it is understood. 20,000 lightyears is not far... We inquire, is your nation isolationist? It will be the farthest for many earthbound nations, but what of yourself?

Our nation is isolationist, but not because we desire it. Our territories are surrounded by a very thick nebula densely filled with gravitational, subspace, temporal anomalies as well as severe kenetic stresses due to turbulence, asteroids and dense chunks of ice. We call it exactly what it is, the Great Barrier. Until quite recently, we were simply unable to leave our own territory. The HMS Victoria was the first ship to successfully pass through it thanks in part to her revolutionary energy sheath, although she took heavy damage and was nearly unable to set up the temporary jump gate on the other side. Even the jump gate had trouble establishing a successful connection through the barrier, probably thanks to the subspace anomalies present there. After extensive modifications we've managed to properly modulate the gate for normal operation through the Barrier and have begun exploratory missions.

Admiral Rochester
Chief of Strategic Operations,
Bretonia Royal Armed Forces

Democratic Colonies- Vice President LeFlore will be most apreciated, our president sends his compliments. The Earth Shuttle will make a pass over Democratic Colonies in 25 minuites. Your paintings will be most apreciated, they will go under the Earth Section, with their AI callsigns inscribed underneth. You may also be pleased to know that our own AI systems are making leaps and bounds, and have already achieved Semi Sentience.



http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/osebe7.jpg

Vice President LeFlore strode confidently down Federation Avenue in the capital of the Democratic Colonies, Viconia City. Accompanied by a much smaller security detachment than usual, LeFlore had only a short distance to walk before reaching her destination, a small security zone that had been established for the landing of the Siesatian shuttle.

The sound of roaring engines pierced the bright blue midday sky as a squadren of F-106 Liberators made an over pass of the landing zone. While the fighters were nothing more than an honorguard, protocol nontheless demanded thier presence. They began to orbit at a low altitude as another, larger shape began to descend. Much larger than the fighters, it was the sleek, spaceworthy form of a Siesatian shuttle. The force of the shuttle's engines bringing the vessel down to Earth sent a small storm of leaves and debris flying, prompting several protective agents to draw and put on wraparound sunglasses to protect thier vision. They waited, standing still like statues caught in a bizzare storm of whirling leaves until the whining of the engines ceased and a door opened. Vice President LeFlore led the way into the shuttle as her security detachment of eight and a pair of her assistants, pushing a cart of ten paintings locked in titanium composite cases and shrouded by a velvet wrap, followed her in.

Our nation is isolationist, but not because we desire it. Our territories are surrounded by a very thick nebula densely filled with gravitational, subspace, temporal anomalies as well as severe kenetic stresses due to turbulence, asteroids and dense chunks of ice. We call it exactly what it is, the Great Barrier. Until quite recently, we were simply unable to leave our own territory. The HMS Victoria was the first ship to successfully pass through it thanks in part to her revolutionary energy sheath, although she took heavy damage and was nearly unable to set up the temporary jump gate on the other side. Even the jump gate had trouble establishing a successful connection through the barrier, probably thanks to the subspace anomalies present there. After extensive modifications we've managed to properly modulate the gate for normal operation through the Barrier and have begun exploratory missions.


Said temporal annomolies could be sealed using a recently invented method. Our scientists would be happy to take a crack at it. They are an especially dangerous part of space travel, and it is in the best interest of all to seal them.

The shuttle set down. It had blown up a bit too much debris. The captain wondered if he should have it brought in for an inspection. Maybe the repulsors were overpowered? The Gangplank settled on the ground, and several of the attendants walked out to show the DC representatives inside. There was a personal cabin for Vice President LeFlore, when they approached the door, the Dragon Knights, who had been stationed onboard, left. It had been guarded since their departure.

"This is the captain. Next Stop, Cherry Ridge. ETA... 3 minuites."

Said temporal annomolies could be sealed using a recently invented method. Our scientists would be happy to take a crack at it. They are an especially dangerous part of space travel, and it is in the best interest of all to seal them.

The offer is appreciated but unnecessary. Now that the jump gate network has adjusted to the unusual conditions of the Barrier, the anomalies no longer pose any sort of problems. To negate our reliance on a single jump gate connection, construction on a second on the opposite side of the Barrier is already under way. The dangerous conditions of the Barrier are somewhat advantageous to us now, in fact; if the Barrier were little more than asteroids and chunks of ice, pirates and terrorists would not hesitate to use the area to establish bases and in doing so become almost impossible to find. As it stands, they dare not enter the Barrier any more than the Armed Forces.
We have been monitoring the phenomenon for the better part of 800 years and have not seen any of their effects leave the confines of the Barrier, and see no reason for this to change. Some believe the Barrier is in fact an artificial construct of ancient, alien origins, though we fail to see any evidence for how that is possible.

Regardless, I can confirm that the Queen's yacht and escort have just entered the jump gate to the Alpha-Epsilon system and should now be on the way.

Admiral Rochester
Chief of Strategic Operations
Bretonian Royal Armed Forces

- Outskirts, Gaia System

http://www.freewebs.com/uic-navy/Imperial%20One.JPG
http://www.freewebs.com/uic-navy/Viper%20Mk%20V.JPG
There were several flashes of light as Imperial One and its escorts completed thier light speed jump to the Gaia system. The 12 Viper fighters surrounded Imperial One. All 13 vessels began to make their way to Gaia.

"Siesatian authorities, this is Imperial One. Request clearance to land."

---

Emperor Crossman was in his cabin with Lord Azrael and Lord Admiral Hamasaki.

The pilot's voice came over the comm system. "Your Excellency, we have reached the Gaia system. We are now on route to the planet."

Crossman hit the comm button. "Excellent. Carry on."

Hamasaki grinned. "You know, My Lord, I don't believe I've ever actually been to a symphony." She let out a small laugh.

The Emperor stared at her blankly. "And you call yourself a Crossmanian? I'll make sure that I arrange some free time for you to visit the Crossmanian Imperial Orchestra when we return to Crossmanus Prime. You don't need to head right back to work."

"As you wish Emperor. Thank you."


(ooc: Crossmanians are very musical people. They love music, hence the Emperor's remark)

Our humble leader respectfully requests to attend this most generous offer of a concert. The compassionate dictator, Rowan Al-Nakaqa Smith, has never seen the planet Gaia nor its galacticly renowned Siesatian National Symphony Orchestra. He simply asks that all transportation responsibilities be followed out by our hosts in the Gaia system. We are a small developing socialist state in the Middle East region and, as such, do not have the infrustructure to provide transport. I hope arrangements can be made for the safe transport of the dictator and his five police-guards.

Sent by the Information Minister of
The Parliament of the Republic of Gatabug

Bretonia- Much the same reason we do not clear the Gaia System of the FTL inhibiting effects.

Crossman- Permission granted. Docking platform 136, in Cleyra City is clear. Coordinates sent. Expect extreme heat until inside a vehicle or building.

Gatabug- Our shuttle will be diverted to your area. Your guards are welcome.

Crossman- Permission granted. Docking platform 136, in Cleyra City is clear. Coordinates sent. Expect extreme heat until inside a vehicle or building.

Very well. Viper squadron prepared to dock with your flagship. Imperial One on course for landing zone.

(ooc: well guys, I'm off for tonight. going out tonight... a rarity)

Statement from the Office of the Executor

"Hmmm... This concert of yours is most intriguing. I would like to attend, along with Praetor Conrad Davidson of TCENTCOM, General Ayumi Hamasaki of TSOCOM, and Director Valerie Fenton of the Dept. of Foreign Affairs.

Our small group of ten or so will arrive in a Pioneer-class light transport shuttle."

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Executor Xavier Davidson
Executor of the Imperium

Statement from the Office of the Executor

"Hmmm... This concert of yours is most intriguing. I would like to attend, along with Praetor Conrad Davidson of TCENTCOM, General Ayumi Hamasaki of TSOCOM, and Director Valerie Fenton of the Dept. of Foreign Affairs.

Our small group of ten or so will arrive in a Pioneer-class light transport shuttle."

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Executor Xavier Davidson
Executor of the Imperium

You will be most welcome.

OOC: ^^^Cloud? Because I'm sure you will enjoy the music!

OOC: ^^^Cloud? Because I'm sure you will enjoy the music!

OOC: Yup. I like FF character portraits because they're small and fit in nicely for the posting here.

As the Siesatian ship landed, Count Antonette walked up to it, waiting for the gangplank to open. His 5 member army detail stood behind him. They stood at attention, their crimson uniforms crisp, not a wrinkle or spot on them.

uniforms-
http://www.britishmilitaria.com/10_uniforms_f/u3.jpg

The ship set down on the landing platform in Cherry Ridge. The gangplank opened, and Siesatian attendants helped them get to their appropriate compartments. Much like DC's, the compartment had been guarded by Dragon Knights.

Count Antonette settled into his seat. He ordered his guards to do so as well. This would be his first time in space. Hanging from his side was his own sword. He took it off, and placed it gently next to his seat. He leaned back, and relaxed in his seat, waiting for the shuttle to take off.

The repulsors engaged, lifting the great shuttle up into the air.
"This is the captain, next stop, Gatabug... ETA 4 Minuites."

Mobile faster-than-light systems. A wonder of the universe. Bretonian ships had previously had nowhere to go beyond their measly six solar systems, so most work was put into more cost-effective static FTL systems. The ships were capable of near-light speeds, but they relied on a network of jump gates and trade lanes to break the barrier.

Now that exploration was possible, the Bretonians found themselves with no actual means to exploit that possibility. It was mere months of research that led them to refitting some ships with 'advanced cruise engines'. These systems were still highly classified and used solely by the few military vessels assigned to exploratory missions, but they were becoming more common. They followed a similar path as trade lanes; an energy field would envelop the ship and allow it to phase slightly out of normal space. Using standard sublight cruise engines, the ship could then achieve speeds far in excess of light.

Still, it was a new technology, and nowhere near as fast as the FTL systems used by other, more established civilisations. So, then, it was after a very long journey that the HMS Ulysses finally zoomed towards a Siesatian border station. Her hull seemed to glow a faint green-blue as she slowed almost instantly to standard thruster speeds. Another, much larger ship, swooped in to stop beside the Ulysses. Bristling with large gun turrets, and punctuated with small torpedo holes, the HMS Victoria was probably advanced where she came from.



"This is Ulysses Control, flying out of Bretonia," a voice called across the void. Conventional radio. These ships were undoubtedly long-since out of contact with their homeland. "Requesting permission to enter Siesatian territory. Royal party onboard, due for the concert."

Count Antonette opened the door. He found a Siesatian and asked,
"Who do I ask for a cup of coffee?"

Electronic Communication to Bretonia
"Permission granted, BV U 001. Welcome to the Gaia System."

Count Antonette opened the door. He found a Siesatian and asked,
"Who do I ask for a cup of coffee?"

"Coffee or Tea is availiable from the ships computer. Ask it, and it should be replicated in the cabin, Via the recess in the wall. Please be specific, or it will randomize the choosings." The Officer told him.

"Thanks" he said to him.

He walked into his compartment, shut the door, and wlaked over to the "wall".

He said,
"Computer, request a French Vanilla cofee, milk, nothing else."
It appeared before him. He though for a minute, sipping his coffee.
"Computer, cancel request."

He walked over to his recliner. He leaned back, after placing his coffee on the table.
"Wake me when we get there" he said as he dozed off.

The Bretonian ships' computers transmitted some sort of transponder code to the station. An automatic system used to activate jump gates in their homelands, the code would also be useful for tracking their movements. The two vessels held their positions in space for nearly quarter of an hour, before their engines finally started pushing them forwards, beyond the border station.



Finally in orbit of the planet, a large hangar door in the underbelly of the Ulysses opened up. A small shuttle dropped from the ship, and turned to accelerate towards the planet. At the same time, two fighters launched from the nearby battleship and escorted the shuttle as it went.
As the shuttle glowed with the heat of re-entry, the fighters honoured the Siesatian terms regarding weapons and pulled away, heading back to the battleship.

The shuttle burst through the atmosphere and headed for the designated landing co-ordinates. Slowly to a crawl, it turned around and set down on the pad gently. There was a hum and a clunk, and the shuttle's engines finally cut off.

The rear hatched whirred and slammed down to the ground, and two uniformed men stepped out and looked around. They had black, plastic-like holsters on their belts, but they were empty. As unnerved by this as the naval officers were, they went about their duty of scanning for threats.

Bretonian Ceremonial Naval Uniform:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/MattLever/Bretonia/bretonian_uniform.jpg

After performing visual and sensor surveys of the immediate region, they looked into the shuttle and nodded. A woman stepped out, followed by two additional naval officers, also unarmed.
The woman wore a red and white dress, tight and reaching right down to the floor. Apart from the collar which reached half-way up her head, this seemed to be fairly informal attire for a monarch. She wore little in the way of jewellery, beyond a broach on her chest, and she kept her jet-black hair neat and short, reaching down to her shoulders.

Another man in an Earth-like, red and white suit stepped out of the shuttle and busily beckoned the navy officers to get out of the way. He stepped, dusting himself off.

"Presenting, Her Great Majesty Queen Carina the..."

"I can speak for myself thank you," the woman interrupted, pushing him from her view. "My name is Carina, I'm pleased to meet you. This is my advisor, Mr. Lurneham, who I think you've already spoken to. I hope he wasn't this infuriating with you too. I'm very pleased to be on an actual alien world... are there any foods that you would suggest I try? And what sights do you think I could take in before the concert starts? And... oh, I'm sorry... I get ahead of myself. Are there any procedures you require us to observe while here? Strange laws? I do not wish to disrespect you after your show of hospitality."

The High Chancellor sighed quietly. He would'dearly loved to go and listen to the Siesatian Grand Symphony, however, he was engaged with several hundred problems here at Tyraelia.

He decided to send an ansible message to Siesatia: My most heartfelt apologies, as I am otherly occupied at the moment, and will not be able to come. However, if a recording is made, or it is broadcast onto space transmission, could we please have a recording/transmission to be sent to the Tyraelian Governing Council?"

He then turned back to the many urgent problems on his desk, wishing his bi-annual holiday had come at this time.

President Crescent smiled at the lady. He had personally gone to meet her.
"Well, It is a pleasure to meet you. Food? Well, Cactaur Salad, its very nice this year. There is a very nice catch of fish, specially made for this event. And then there are some various International courses from earth, and some other planets." He paused, "As to laws, I don't think you will find anything unusual. And I think the Art sections are open, there are some very fine pieces there, some over 3000 years old."

Information on the Three races that inhabit Siesatia: http://209.158.155.5


Tyraelia-

You have our assurances that a recording will be sent. Good luck with any of the problems that prevented your attendance.

The Culexian Emperor will be pleased to attend this great event in history.

"Cacataur salad..." Carina said slowly, trying to pronounce the word. "Is that made from plants from this planet? This is a very nice planet by the way, nothing like polluted old New London or Leeds. Although coincidentally, we do have a planet called Gaia, and it's covered in plants and stuff... but no-one’s allowed to go there."

"Majesty, with all respect; remember what the Admiral recommended..." Lurneham said quietly.

"Yes, yes," she sighed. "Art sounds good, but... are there any... outdoor sights I could see first? I've been cooped up on a ship for ages. I always find it funny that space is so infinite, yet so claustrophobic..."

"Hmm... Well, one of the more interesting things here, is the desert, and the Eternal Rains of the rest of the planet. It hasn't stopped raining in Bermecia City in all recorded time, which covers over 7000 years. And It hasn't stopped raining in the surrounding continents in over 2000. The desert is the spot on the planet, where it rains very little. If you were to go outside, not that I'd reccomend it, since it is over 140 degrees at the moment, being noon and all. However, there is the Chocobo forest on the other side of the continent. I don't think you would make it back in time for the concert, maybe after, but there you would find Gaia's version of the Horse. And finally, there is the Ilifa tree. But that is also on the other side of the planet. Maybe tomorrow if you stay the night."

Culex- We would be honored. Do you require transportation to the Gaia System?

My bump for tonight. Good night all!

Count Antonette woke up. Still not there, He thought.

"Hmm... Well, one of the more interesting things here, is the desert, and the Eternal Rains of the rest of the planet. It hasn't stopped raining in Bermecia City in all recorded time, which covers over 7000 years. And It hasn't stopped raining in the surrounding continents in over 2000. The desert is the spot on the planet, where it rains very little. If you were to go outside, not that I'd reccomend it, since it is over 140 degrees at the moment, being noon and all. However, there is the Chocobo forest on the other side of the continent. I don't think you would make it back in time for the concert, maybe after, but there you would find Gaia's version of the Horse. And finally, there is the Ilifa tree. But that is also on the other side of the planet. Maybe tomorrow if you stay the night."

"Hmmm..." she pondered, putting her hand on her chin thoughtfully. "I think I'll wait until afterwards. It'd be a jolly big shame if I travelled all this way to see this concert and then missed it. I will try some of that... cacacatara salad, though, if you don't mind."

OOC: So that's what I forgot...

The ship carrying both Antoinette, and VP LeFlonne, came out of hyperspace. A bit bumpyer than expected, because a large battlecruiser was sitting in their exit point, and they had to redirect in order to miss it. Other than that, their landing was uneventful. When they landed, Siesatian authorities escorted Francis and LeFlonne out of the shuttle, and into the building. They hurried, as the temperature outside was still 140 degrees.

"Hmmm..." she pondered, putting her hand on her chin thoughtfully. "I think I'll wait until afterwards. It'd be a jolly big shame if I travelled all this way to see this concert and then missed it. I will try some of that... cacacatara salad, though, if you don't mind."

"Indeed it would be... Now, I can show you to a table, and I am sure a waiter will be there in a moment. I have just been informed that the Cherry Ridge, and Democratic Colonies Representatives have arrived. They were on the same shuttle, and I am worried they were...less than kind to one another." He laughed before walking away.

"Thank you for your help," Carina smiled, then frowned at Lurneham as he pulled the chair out for her. "If you want to do something useful, Mr. Lurneham, order my food please. I can't pronounce it very well..."

"Yes indeed, Your Majesty," Lurneham nodded. "I... I mean, yes, I will order your food."

Message from Balrogga Empire relayed through their Siesatian Embassy:

Greetings to our Friend and Ally,

I have received your invitation and I have decided to attend the concert in person. I will be arriving in my flagship, The Serendipity.

We would like to offer a performance of The Balroggian Imperial Philharmonic Orchestra. If you would like them to participate please let me know so I may bring them along. They have the greatest and most talented musicians in the Empire.

We would also like to offer support in a military fashion in accordance with the Triad Alliance. If you need them, the Imperial Escort Fleet, which will stay at your borders, can offer assistance if needed.


His Imperial Majesty
Lord Nhur-Galladu

*A transmission arrives - sealed with the Seal of the Emperor itself, it appears to be a personal transmission from the emperor Anithraldur himself.*

Greetings to you, old friend. If you will excuse my tardiness, I would like to attend the next performance. I will arrive in the A.N.S.S. Elenya, with guns capped, though I hope you will excuse us if we leave defensive systems online. Also, I would like to make a donation of 1.5 Million gold weasels to your orchestra to make use of as they wish. Thank you, and I shall arrive as quickly as possible.
Regards,
Anithraldur, Servant of God, Emperor of Arizona Nova and Lord Protector of Nominor

Balrogga-
Of course Ally, you will be most welcome. As is your fleet. The Triad Alliance stands strong. President (Master Dragoon) Crescent is currently entertaining some of the other guests, and was unable to respond personally. He has been notified of your coming. Your own muscisians will be most welcome. I am sure they can come up with some interesting music. Your ship has been cleared at the border.
~AI Answering Machine #01293 Model 626.


Arizona Nova-
Greetings Emporer Anithraldur, your ship has been cleared at the borders. I am not qualified to accept or deny any transaction. This has been noted, and will be forwarded to President Crescent when he next syncs his CW.
~AI Answering Machine #01293 Model 626.

"ANSS Elenya, you are cleared for the gate."
Captain Heinz was simultaneously excited and stressed this day. It was not every day that a frigate captain and his ship were chosen as the personal transport of the Emperor himself. Even though the full extent of the run was merely the orbit of Arizona Prime to the Orbital Stargate, he was quite obsessed with making sure everything was working exactly right, at maximum efficiency. The Emperor mentioned a need for haste as well, adding to his anxiety.
"Iris code... accepted. Gate activated."
Luckily for Heinz, he wouldn't have to worry about maneuvering a cumbersome vessel through the gate. The Elenya was a frigate, far under a kilometer in length. The engines powered up in the far rear of the craft and pushed it in. Within an instant, the Siesetian homeworld of Gaia was visible on the view screen.
"The shuttle is away, captain. We are to hold orbit until the Emperor returns."
"Acknowledged," said Heinz. "Continue running the diagnostics on the engines and subsystems - I want everything in working condition."
"Yes sir," said the lieutenant.

Anithraldur boarded the shuttle, with some new bodyguards - Grey Ops troops, recently returned from a training camp that was actually based at the planet he was descending to now. From what he had heard, it had been a good investment.
"So, Karth, I expect this will be a homecoming of sorts for you?"
"Yes sir, though our destination is markedly different than my last."
"Indeed. This shall be most interesting - I have rarely heard of such a grand event being hosted anywhere before."
The shuttle set down at it's appointed dock, and Anithraldur and his attendents stepped off, and headed for the concert hall.

The emporor's shuttle was not the only important visitor headed to the concert. It was nearing 1:00 PM, and a Skimmer was headed towards the building from the desert. It was still hot outside, and when a figure stepped out, the redness of it's clothes, made it look like a mirage.
The door opened and Crescent looked over to see another person in red. She was headed over his way.
His daughter, Jessica, had been able to make it after all.
"How are you, I haven't seen you in ages." He said, he was never comfortable in the desert, but seeing her again, after almost two years, helped. She hugged him.
"I take it tonight is going well?" She asked.

"Very well, everything is perfect, better than I thought it would be." He said, and he saw the great door open again. "Many visitors from all over the Universe, and I have to go greet them. You go ahead and wander around, we will have to get caught up later."

He headed over to the main doors to greet the newest arrival, who happened to be Anithraldur, and a couple of the Gray Ops they had trained. They were, much to his dismay, not dressed in the Dragoon Dress the code they were tought, but then he remembered, they were not Siesatian Troops.



OOC: Wanna see the pic I have of the new Human Dragoon Program?
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v347/UthRptr2/Nationstates/HumanDragoonFinal.jpg

Message from The Imperial Palace relayed through the Siesatian Embassy:

Great friend and ally,

I am proud to attend your celebration. We will be leaving immediately. I will leave the Escort Fleet within T-Space when we get there. They will remain there until you either assign them patrol duties or something happens. I would like to broadcast the entertainment to my crew so they can enjoy your music also.

I will be bringing a small group of musicians to participate. The following message will give you the reasoning for the change in plans.


Emperor Nhur-Galladu
Balrogga Empire




Message from the Balrogga Imperial Department of Cultural Advancements:

The full orchestra cannot attend but we have a very special group to send. It consists of four cellists who are the most skilled in history. They have combined their musical shills with their mastery in Empathic Projection. The audience can literally feel the music as it is being played by the musicians on the stage. They also have extraordinary range with their projections. They can fill an entire coliseum with whatever emotion they wish to portray with their music.

A broadcast system is already in place. And is already sending signals to all the corners of the Siesatian territories, and to earth. The Signal should be recievable as long as your fleet is within 2,000 lightyears of our space.

Your message has been relayed to the President, and he has agreed, your muscisions, many or few, have been allotted a time.

~Electronic Communication to Siesatia~
Due to circumstances beyond my control, I am unable to attend or send anyone to attend. Please excuse me on this.
-Dictator Enigma
~End Communication~

OOC: I'll explain in TG if you want to know.

DLE-
A sad day indeed, we understand. A full copy of the preformance shall be sent. And we hope your problems are solved quickely.

OOC- If you want to.

Bump

One of Vice President LeFlore's protective detail let out a low whistle as the group of eleven made thier way through the ancient corridors of The Grand Ballroom.

"Sure puts the Viconia Operahouse to shame, dosen't it?" remarked one of LeFlore's assistants, walking beside her.

"This building is older than the Democratic Colonies itself. That's hardly suprising." said LeFlore, herself very much impressed by the mammoth structure. "Infact, this is probably - " she was interupted by the clanging of a titanium carry case against the floor. She whirled around to see that one of the paintings from the A.I Lifeform Colonial Collection of Art had fallen off of the trolley that her other assistant was pushing.

"Bloody hell." cursed the man who was pushing the trolley. He quickly moved to pick up the metallic painting case.

"Stop." said LeFlore. "I'll open it up - might have been damaged in the fall." she said. "I'll just open the case and we'll have a little look to make sure it's alright."

Leaning down, LeFlore pressed her thumb onto a small digital pad that took her fingerprint before opening the painting's carrying case. With a spring, the case popped open, revealing the painting inside.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/AI%20Art/4bb94cc8.jpg

"Looks fine." said LeFlore, running her hands accross the cloth of the painting. "This is 'Nightmares of Failure' by the AI of the CNS Valley Forge, a Pax Magellanic Class Carrier with the Navy." continued LeFlore, almost talking to herself.

"I think that paticular AI goes by Vallory for short." LeFlore explained, as she continuned to check the painting for damage. "Was painted shortly after the Female Slavery Inc crisis, when Admiral Rachel Garrett established a blockade of the slavers but later..."

LeFlore, satisfied that the painting was fine, snapped the case back shut and stood up, handing the case to her assistant.

"We need to get going, the orchastra's going to begin soon." she said. She turned to the assistant pushing the trolley. "Try to be more careful." she said to him in a neutral tone. The assistant swallowed audibly before nodding. LeFlore turned around and began walking fowards again. "We need to find somewhere to stick these before we present them to the Siesatians after thier performance." she said, again, seeminly just thinking outloud. Her high heels clicked loudly on the floors of The Grand Ballroom.

The clock hit precisely 2:00. It was time for the Concert to begin. A voice chimed throughout the entire building.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and any asexual representatives, please follow attendants to the Main chamber, for the Siesatian National Orchestra's rendition of... 'Won't be Alone' Composed over 1500 years ago for the Regent of Lindblum, Cid Fabool 14th."
Attendants began to send the various representatives to their seats.

Carina and her aides and guards followed the attendants into the main chamber. Carina let out a low impressed whistle as she looked around the large room, before taking her seat and waiting patiently. Her guards milled around somewhat, probably looking for bombs, and once they were satisfied they too sat down in seats surrounding her.

Nhur-Galladu walked along with his aids into the huge structure. The group followed the attendent to their reserved section. He sat down and waited for the music to begin.

Above the planet, the Serendipity waited, the crew listening to the concert through the intercom system.

The music began to play as all the lights dimmed. The name of the song was, 'Won't be alone'. Crescent sat with his daughter, and the representatives from Arizona Nova, Balrogga, and Cherry Ridge.

OOC: I now direct you to my website. HERE (http://209.158.155.5) Click on the Siesatian National Symphony Orchestra link on the sidebar. And then click 'Wont be alone' at the bottom of the page. This RP includes real music my friends.

ooc- got my forum problem fixed

ic-
Count Antonette sat down in his seat. He leaned over to Crescent and whispered,
"They are great. May I talk with you afterward about relations between our two nations?"

"Dinner is after the concert. I am sure there will be time then." he whispered back.

Count Antonette then leaned back in his seat and relaxed as he watched the performance.

As the lights dimmed and the music began to play, Anithraldur was still admiring the grand, lofty architecture of the place, and the expert craftsmanship and detail put into it, he sighed. "They really don't make them like this anymore," he thought. He looked over at Karth, who was staring out one of the windows to the desert beyond, and leaned over slightly and said, "Karth, what are you looking at?" he asked.
"Nothing really, sir. I just wonder how close we are to the old boot camp - I don't ever remember seeing this place from there."
"Well, you were quite busy at the time, as I understand it."
The first notes of the symphony began to float over the crowd, which immediately silenced.

OOC: OMFG!!1 RP with teh sound effects!1 :D

IC:

"That was... wonderful," Carina smiled, clapping as the music ended. "Not quite as energetic as our own, but I like it all the same. Bravo! Bra..."
One of her guards tapped her on the shoulder and whispered something in her ear, and her spirits seemed to drop down considerably.

"I must go to the shuttle to speak with Captain Williamson of the Victoria," Carina said to her hosts apologetically. "I have received some most... distressing news..."

Two of her guards remained, whilst the other two followed her discretely out of the chamber.

The Emperor sits enjoying the performance. He is waiting to see the effect his contribution to the entertainment will have...

OOC: Balrogga, Im working on the formatting, Im almost certain I can get your song up before the final count. We've got a few songs to go.

IC:
Crescent looked on as the Ruler of Bretonia left the area. His security director saw it also, tapping his wrist computer, he repeated the following phrase, inaudiably.
"Bird's out of the Nest, keep a hawk on the target, make sure safe delviery, both transit routes, out."
Crescent stood up and aplauded, as the final notes washed over the crowd. Then Three humans walked out onto the stage, and began to preform, 'Grace'.

Antonette appaulded the performance and sat back and watched the performance of Grace.

OOC:

I know. Just concentrate upon making a great show.


IC:

Nhr-Galladu applauded the last performance and asked for a fresh drink. One of his Aids went to get one.

Anithraldur caught the movement of Queen Carina out of the corner of his eye, and followed the group as they moved out. "Hmmm... wonder whats going on there?" He thought. His attention was soon back on the performance however, as the performers began "Grace." Suddenly, he felt a sneeze coming on, and lightning fast he muffled it. "Grah... blasted allergies. I guess there are some things nanites can't fix..."

OOC: Arizona? You make it sound like he's alergic to the music. Now that would be funny.

IC
Crescent applauded at the end of 'Grace'. He was not paticularly partial to Earth songs, but the operatic style was not too bad. It was 3:04. And the muscisions sat to rest, and to allow the guests to get refreshments. The lights came up, and people began to file out for the next few minuites. Walking over to the Arizona Nova group, he asked how it was going. His daughter was already talking to Karth.

Carina approached one of the Siesatian personnel slowly.

"Please inform your superiors that the HMS Victoria will be leaving on urgent business," she said quietly, apparently not in a good mood anymore. "Another ship, the HMS Illustrious, is on the way, and I would be most appreciative if she could be permitted access. The Victoria should be long gone by the time she arrives. Also, compliment your people on a superb performance."

She nodded in respect, and moved back to Lurneham and the other guards and began talking with them quietly in a corner.

"Your ships have been cleared." he said, after relaying the message to the CCA. "And I shall send a note to the President's secretary."

Nhur-Galladu sat waiting for his Aide to return with his dring when he recieved a telepathinc communication from The Serendipity.

"Lord, It seems one of the guests are prepairing to leave. We shall monitor the situation and keep you informed."

The Emperor sent his approval and went back to the preformance.

The Aide returned with his drink.

Antonette stood up. He began to walk out. He wondered what kind of food this strange nation would provide for dinner.

Crescent picked up one of the cheese blocks on toothpics (Is there a name for those?) and looked from it, to the leader of Arizona Nova. "Don't say a word."

Anithraldur gave a quizzical look at President Crescent.
"I wasn't going to say anything," he said. Karth snickered.
"What?" Karth said, faking confusion.
The lights dimmed once again. It was 2:55 - time for the next performance: "The Rose of April." Anithraldur finished his snack.

Apprentice to the Dark Lord Tralkin, Lord Deshoonde arives onboard the Terminator, escorted by the ISD Turmoil

http://insd.swcombine.com/insd/Ship_files/SOVER.JPG

The Dark Lord's apprentice relises he's late, due to new construction efforts for huntaer's next ESD command ship: the Eclipse 2

<Sorry for the late timing>Deshoonde comunicates through the Force.

Deshoonde quickly and quietly walks through the halls, using the force to make himself stealthfull, alowing himself to enter un-noticed, not disturbing the concert. There has always been something about classical music that sooth's the Dark Lord's soul. <what exactly is "Blue Cheese?">He asks the nearest president, which happened to be President Crescent.

OOC: I think you would have to know what the Burmecians look like to find it funny, otherwise the joke was just plain confusing.

I direct you to http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v347/UthRptr2/Freya1.bmp

IC:
"Blue Cheese? Interesting, I've never heard of it."

A telepathic message arrived for the Emperor.

"Sir, a ship just..."

"Yes, I noticed the Sith Lord's approach before he landed. Keep an eye on them. We want a peaceful concert here."

"Yes Your Eminence."

Nhur-Galladu went back to enjoying The Rose of April.

In Orbit - A.N.S.S. Elenya

"Uh, sir?"
"Yes lieutenant?"
"We've got something on the scope... jeez it's huge... it looks to be bigger than a Hyperion?"
"On screen," ordered Captain Heinz. "Would you look at that... relay a quick message to the Emperor, just in case... and with the High Admirality."
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The Concert Hall

Karth was listening to "The Rose of April," when suddenly his sixth sense began buzzing. Something, nearby, was terribly wrong. He looked around, and saw nothing. He tried to keep concentrating on the concert, but he couldn't shake the feeling. Suddenly, Anithraldur picked up his link to the Elenya - what would they be calling for? Anithraldur's countenance paled somewhat, but quickly was replaced with concern. He put the link down.
"We have a visitor in the hall, Karth," he said, looking around.
"Do we? Who?"
"From the looks of it, a Sith Lord of some sort - must've come in by stealth, though the ship he came on is not exactly stealthy itself - big enough to turn this planet into so much debris, at least. Admirality has been informed, just in case."
"I take it you don't trust the Sith, sir?"
"Not really, no. But I don't want a ruckus either. Just continue to enjoy the concert is all we can and should do at this interval."

/ooc/ Sorry if the response seems hostile, but ICly my people have little trust for the Sith - and they like being prepared. In any case, enjoy the show!

The HMS Illustrious arrived in orbit, having been cleared by Siesation authorities. She was a much older, much smaller vessel than the Victoria, a Warwick-class, but she was still more heavily armed than the Queen's yacht, which wasn't armed at all.



Carina down from the latest piece of music being performed when her communicator bleeped loudly. She picked it up and held it close to her head.

"Your Majesty, this is the Illustrious, I am just letting you know we are in orbit now," a man's voice said politely.

"Thank you Captain," Carina whispered.

"I also thought you would like to know that the Captain of the Victoria has signalled us," the man continued. "They engaged and disabled the HMS Norfolk an hour ago."

"Oh dear," Carina sighed. "Thank you, Captain." She clicked the communicator off and handed it to Lurneham, and went back to watching the performance with a rather sad expression on her face.

"I am afraid I am going to have to leave now," Carina said to President Crescent. "I am truly sorry; some serious events have transpired in my abs cense and... well, you know how some politicians can get. I really enjoyed myself, though, and I thought the music was most impressive -- please, give my praise to the orchestra.
"I do hate to run, but I would like to ensure some sort of diplomatic contact is possible between our peoples in the future. Lurneham, please give him the information he will need. I really must be going."

She nodded to her guards who stood up and escorted her from the concert hall. Lurneham stepped up and handed Crescent a PDA.

"This contains the frequencies we scan for, and the co-ordinates of our Border Station," he told him. "Communications will not penetrate the Great Barrier, but the Border Station will forward the message through the jump gate if you send it to them and mark it appropriately. Just in case you wish to contact us again. Good bye!" Lurneham nodded in respect, and jogged to catch up with the Queen and her guards.

Crescent gave a curtious bow, before accepting the pad. Which was quickely snatched up by the security director to be looked over. He sat back down to finish the last part of the song. There would be a 5 minuite break before the next.

OOC:

It is funny how many people are bailing out of a three hour performance because of important matters back home. Personally I am writing the entire trip off as an afternoon that already happened so nothing else will affect it.

OOC: An even more interesting question is: How is the CR Rep getting cell phone service from 20,000 lightyears away? I REALLY WANT THEIR SERVICE!!! I mean, if they can cover 20,000 Lyrs, Imgaine the Earth Coverage.

Also, guys, just RP all other things as if this already happened.

OOC-I will edit my post. I will RP this in the past.

The Ridgian representative clapped and then sat back, waiting for the next part.

OOC: All in favor of skipping ahead to dinner, say 'I'

"i"