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The Emperian Trnansport landed at their set area. A group of Dinosaurs clambered (With two raptors) clambered out of the plane and made a ring of protection around the doorway. Then Bhalk stepped out and the group sealed around him and made their way after the other delegates.

As the ramp descended to the frozen runway and a gust of icy wind rushed in to the fuselage of the large diplomatic craft, Lord Varus, clad in a white fur parka stepped down, followed by a compliment of heaily armed Imperial White Guards. He did not shiver and his face remained exressionaless, as he had long become accustomed to the cold climes of Generia and the wasteland tundra that was the Alberian steppe. Compared to Alberia, Aust was Palm Beach. He looked up and down the runway for the welcoming committee, not much else on his mind but the flask he was raising to his lips.

Stepping from his 747, Lord Narseh Chehrazi, cheif negotiator of Parthia walked down the tarmac towards his waiting staff car. Two Immortals stood to his side, while another pair of servants followed him. The coldness of Austian climate shook him up, unlike his palaces in Shiraz or Tehran, where the summers were hot and the winters cold, this was a truly bone chilling cold. Placing on a gray overcoat, he then walked up to Bhalk and Varus, bowing before introducing himself.

Espying his close allies of the Bornerifreudic Empire, Saul Hudson strode toward Bhalk and Varus, already in conversation with Narseh Chehrazi of Parthia. Grinning his famously sardonic grin, he interjected on the subject of the peace talks, and asked what each nation’s priorities for peace terms were. He also wanted to get a sense of the dignitaries themselves before he sat down at the table.

New Secretary of State Niils Verclerk quickly descended the deplaning staircase and was hustled into a waiting limo out of the cold Austian air.
With a police escort his convoy travelled swiftly and Niils barely had time to aquiant himself with the participant's names and photos before he arrived.

Once inside he quikcly strode over the other CAD representatives to introduce himself as the new secretary of state.

Varus bowed slightly at the waist at the approach of the Freudian Emperor, an imposing figure despite the friendly look on his face. Varus had met the man only once before several years ago on a brief diplomatic journey to Phantasmo to discuss joint Bornerifreudian free design sharing but the image of the man had remained fresh in his mind. The conversation shifted to business quickly, as the Freudian Emperor began asking about Generian priorities for terms of peace, however as Varus spied the approaching Wirrawayan delegate, Niils Verclerk, the newly appointed Secretary of State, he excused himself from the present company to go introduce himself.

Varus had recently been studying the developments in Wirraway following the conclusion of the civil war that had plunged the land into a state of anarchy and virtual geographic nonexistence, and now in the aftermath of the rise of the new concordiat he was fascinated by how things were hastily pulling themselves back togethor. He had watched the speech of the newly appointed Coordinator Nuenfeld, and had noted with some apprehension the rhetoric used with regard to peace talks. The man was certainly no Achilles Brown from the looks of it, though he was a strong man who had managed to reunify a broken land, and now Generia would have to work with him, for better or worse. Varus decided it the more prudent course to take the positive first step.

"Mr. Secretary, it is my pleasure to introduce myself. I am Lord Varus Alexei, here on behalf of my uncle the Emperor Antonius, and Generia."

Of all the people at the gathering Verclerk had paid particular attention to the Generic Empire's Lord Varus. As well as being shrwed diplomat that some called a latter day Metternich, Varus represented one of Wirraways closest allies before the civil war. This being the case Coordinator Nuenfeld had made it very clear to Verclerk that relations with the Generic Empire be brought back into form.

After hearing Varus's greeting Verclerk responded warmly,

"It is an honor to meet you Lord Varus. I hope that you and Empreor Alexei are both in good health. I come here on behalf of Wirraway and Coordinator Neunfeld. Incidentally the coordinator sends his regards and also his wish to hold some talks with the Empreror."

Chairman Murdock stepped off of Alpha 2, one of the High Council transports, a pair of ODST flanking him, assault rifles at the ready. Striding toward a waiting car he and the ODST entered. The car sank slightly under the weight of the ODST-H armor (Operational Detatchment Shock Troop-Heavy) The car began driving toward the meeting place. along the ride one of the ODST began reviewing the schedule with the Chairman.

ODST1: Chairman, it is my duty to make sure that you are clear on the threat assessment of this endeavor and on your agenda for this trip. As such I am required to ask you to recite your agenda for the trip now.

Murdock: Requiem, Requiem, this is a peace talk is this really necessary?

(ODST1) Requiem: Yessir, you are the one that laid down these guidelines sir.

Murdock: Very well. We are to arrive and to proceed immediately to the rest of the C A D delegation with as little delay as possible, under your guard. Afterword I am to proceed to my chambers which Centenial will have secured after splitting off our group at the delegation. Once I am situated I am to return to the delegation, under your guard Requiem, and await the beginning of the negotiations. If at any time a threat is prsented against myself, directly or indirectly I am to defer to your judgement as to the appropriate course of action. Should violence break out for any reason I am to proceed to my chambers where you and Centenial may set up a defensible enplacement and call for back-up from the ODST still on Alpha 2.

(ODST2) Centenial: That is correct.

Requiem: Yes. We are approximately twenty minutes out from the meeting place. Please check your weapon now sir.

Murdock reached into his suit and withdrew his M-1911A1 nicknamed "Deal Closer" because of the fact that when negotiations go south this pistol was often a major player in bringing the violence to a quick and decisive end. He ejected the clip and loaded one more round into the clip, as one had been chambered during the flight. Flicking the safety on and off to check its condition and making sure that the sights were still roughly in the right place. Once he was satisfied he reholstered his pistol and waited for the car to reach its destination.

The military transport for the Monsterian delegation landed with little fanfare. It opened its maw for three heavily cloaked figures in black and a dozen very large and heavily armed soldiers to descend from. Nobody seemed all that put off by the climate, despite the tropical origins of the delegation as under military and council garb were high tech thermal retention clothing. Otherwise the trio of Council members would have been shivering and pathetic looking.

As it was, they met their Austian welcomers with cryptic statements that could have been construed as thanks and walked behind the now very large knot of CAD delegates to the conference area.

As part of their opening remarks, they respond to Freudotopia's request for knowledge of their intent by affirming their wish to have, if nothing else, nuclear arsenal removed from any ensuing conflict. The rest of their remarks boild down from diplomatic double speak and religious giberish to mean that Monsteria isn't concerened if war breaks out, just so long as the rest of the Earth doesn't have to deal with nuclear winter because of it.

OOC: I'm back, sorry about my absences.

IC: The deleates where led by there greeters, verious Austian Princes and Princesses, out of the VIP room and into a row of long modified Jaguars with darkened windows. They where then driven thorough the empty city street, which had been coundened off for security reasons. The inhabitants of the tall skyscrapers stayed intdoors.

They passed the Assasins Guild, the Merchant house and the old quater, once again going by the senic route, before they drove beside the city wall for a mile and a half before they reached the gates to the Imperial palace.

Protected by the finest defences Aust could construct it was a formidable sight. rambarts of basalt, guns sticking out from every concevable angle, the meter thick steel doors swinging open slowly to allow the cars entry.

They proceeded up the long gravel drive that led towards the palace itself, which towered into the nights sky above them. Church Street was passed with it's lines of embassys and the royal gardens before they where led into the building itself.

Itside there was a wide foyey decorated with japanise style arcutecture, it was slightly warmed inside, though not much. Soon afterwards they where led to there rooms and where told that the nagotiations would begin tomorrow.

OOC:Sorry for poor post, I only got off the ferry 3 hours ago!

Murdock stepped into the palace and took a quick look around.

Murdock: Well, this looks like a fine place to negotiate. What do you think boys?

Requiem: Should be fine, I'll need to see the rrom where we'll be negotiating.

Centenial: Well, it certainly looks defensible. Not my personal favorite choice of decor, but definitely better than it could have been.

Murdock and his guards walked into the chambers where the negotiations would take place.

Requiem: Very nice. This will either be the best room ever for negotiating or a bloody death trap if something goes wrong.

Murdock: Must you be so pessimistic?

Requiem: I was speaking frankly sir.

Murdock: Well, I can't say I disagree with you, but lets try to stay positive, atleast until we start negotiations.

ODST: yessir.

The great hall would be where the nagotiations would take place. it's high roofed hall began 3 stories above ground level and the roof finsihed on the 6th floor. The gaping gothic arcutecture, built after Austs first contact with Europe in the middle ages, was dark and gloomy but William had had the hall well lit so that shadows played in the confines.

A long oken table ran the length of the hall, with drinks and food upon it along with memos and agendas. William sat in the Golden Throne at it's head, waiting for the delegates to arrive.

Sacred Emperor Lucifer sat down at the large table, watching the other delegates file in. Motioning to an aide, he asked quietly, "Go back to the plane and get me a bottle of The Macallan whiskey. Try not to let it freeze solid." Turning back to the table, he tapped his fingers on its surface, waiting for the process to begin.

President Conway stepped off of the plane into the freezing Austian temperatures. He looked around as one of his bodyguards handed him a coat. There was noone there to greet him. The president shivered: not too much snow back in Cheeser12. "So much for a warm welcome." One of his bodyguards chuckled. "Good pun, sir." Conway grinned. "I don't pay you to suck up. Just make sure I don't go home in a box, alright?" The bodyguard saluted. "Yes sir!"

Conway made his way into the building where the talks would be held, still shivering somewhat from the cold. He wasn't there for the blockade dicussion as much as the original attack by supposedly Generian vessels. He wanted to get to a peaceful resolution with no more casulties, no more shots fired.

But the blockade was important too. Someone had dropped bombs on the blockade, before the peace talks. That, for sure, was NOT going to help come to a peaceful resolution. In fact, it could cause a war. An all-out war between many powerful nations was definately not good news.

Conway arrived at the table where the talks would be held. It was pretty much empty, save the emperor of Aust and his gold throne, and the delegate from The Warmaster. "Looks like I'm a bit early." He took a seat and waited for the talks to begin.

Murdock, after getting situated in his accomidations. Meaning placing his suitcase on the table and watching with a somewhat annoyed eye as Centenial set up his M-95S sniper rifle in a room off the bed room. Staying with these guards all the time was starting to wear on his nerves. However they atleast made good conversation partners most of the time. Unlike some of the Secret Service agents that took care of his security on less obvious trips. He then, under escort from Requiem, made his way to the negotiation chambers, Deal Closer; loaded in its holster under his armpit. When he arrived there were only a few delegates seated at the table. He and Requiem sat down and waited for the rest of the delegates to arrive.

OOC:Ugh, sorry for the delay with RPing the blockade force, I'll try to post ASAP.

"Indeed," William replied, his voice as cold as the weather outside, "It appears the others are not so puctual as us three."

Varus and his entourage stepped out of their assigned Austian Jaguars and made their way into the palace, eventually coming to the hall where the others assembled. Varus looked around at the assembled, and nodded at the Emperor seated at the head of the table before proceeding to his own place. He removed a flask from his coat and took a swig of brandy before beginning a review of his notes.

OOC: Where is everybody?

OOC: Probably off on trips, unable to reach a computer, or murdered by their governments for conspiracy to commit treason.

(I bet on A or B)

IC: Murdock stood and walked over to greet Varus.
Murdock: Good to see you. Terrible business with the nuclear attacks on your nation, just terrible. May I ask how the humanitarian efforts progressing? My next report is on this incident won't be coming in for another few days.
Murdock waited for a reply patiently, he was genuinely concerned about the lives of the Generians.

OOC:
IC post coming soon, I just need ViZion to come back so I can Rp my bombers landing in his country. Hes been gone for 14 days...

OOC: Probab;ly on Holiday, abnd Guff isn't posting eather.

Verclerk exited his limosine and walked into the building where he joined The Shenyangian and Generian representatives at the table. He listened while Murdock spoke to Varus, waiting for a pause to introduce himself to the Shenyangian.

The Monsterian entourage sits huddled in a relatively inconspicous spot in the Austian chambers. They mutter to eachother about where the other delegates are sitting and what that means, but keep out of the way.

OOC: It was option C for me.

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OOC: A and B

IC: Bhalk and his entourage strode into the hall and nodded their heads a couple times. Bhalk took his seat alongside Varus' right side. Bhalk then glanced to his right to see an empty Freudian chair, "Not here yet."

He gave Varus a wink of acknowledgment and then looked over at the Wirrawayan man.

"I don't believe we've met yet. As I'm sure you know, I'm Bhalk; emperor of Borman."

Seeing that Varus was obviously in no mood to respond Murdock waited for Bhalk to finish and then introduced himself.

Murdock: Hello, I'm Chairman Murdock of Shenyang, and I don't believe that we've met... strange how that can happen isn't it?

Verclerk turned to greet both men, shaking their hands in turn.

"It is good to meet the both of you. It is good to know that even after years of turmoil we Wirrawayans can still count on the good will and support of our allies. Hopefully this conference will get underway soon."

"Oh yes, that's right; we're allies."

Bhalk released his left hand which was tightly wrapped around the dagger hanging under his clothes.

"Because I wasn't about to kill you." His eyes quickly went from side to side. "No, but in all seriousness. As long as Wirraway stands we shall help and defend it, and prevent it from falling. Now let's sit and have some drink and cigars.

As Bhalk made his way back to his seat Murdock approached him. "Are you sure, I have a lot to remember but I'm almost sure we've met at least once. But whatever the case, it's good to see you."

The Sacred Emperor broke his silence at the table to address the others. "I can provide the drinks. Sit down, and my aides will bring you whatever you wish, from the large selection of liquour and cigars aboard my plane. I am always prepared for such things." He motioned for an aide to follow his orders, and opened the bottle of whiskey before him, pouring several fingers into a glass.

The Sacred Emperor broke his silence at the table to address the others. "I can provide the drinks. Sit down, and my aides will bring you whatever you wish, from the large selection of liquour and cigars aboard my plane. I am always prepared for such things." He motioned for an aide to follow his orders, and opened the bottle of whiskey before him, pouring several fingers into a glass.

"Excuse me, are those...fingers?"

William smiled, "I am quite sure that my nations large drinks stores and kitchens can provide you with almost any type of meal or drink that you could want. I balive that, as a minor, that I will have a fruit juice, freshly squeezed of course." The nodded at a aide who scurried away out of the double doors to follow his masters wishes.

"I'll take some black death vodka, some shrimp, and give me your finest cigar."

Saul Hudson stepped through the conference room door, dressed in his usual garb of jeans, boots, and leather jacket, rounded off by his trademark stovepipe hat. Glancing at the empty seat besides his old friend Bhalk, he smiled and pulled from within his coat a large bottle of his favorite Black Death vodka, still unopened.

“I believe I heard you ask for the nectar of heaven, Bhalk. Allow me.”

Striding to the table, he poured out a generous helping of the strong liquor for himself, Bhalk, and Varus, and passed the glasses down the table. Leaning back in his chair, he propped his feet up, brought his glass to his lips, and drained it in a gulp. Giving vent to his famous sardonic grin, he leaned over and engaged Bhalk and Varus in a semi-coherent conversation about a new class of cruise missiles he had designed while intoxicated.

"I'll take some black death vodka, some shrimp, and give me your finest cigar."
William once again nodded to servent and within minuates a glass of vodka, a cigar and plate of shrimps sat in front of the Borman Emproer.

The Sacred Emperor tossed back his whiskey with satisfaction, wondering to himself whether offering the Austian premier alcohol could constitue an international scandal. Deciding to play it safe, he instead asked Bhalk for some shrimp.

Saul Hudson stepped through the conference room door, dressed in his usual garb of jeans, boots, and leather jacket, rounded off by his trademark stovepipe hat. Glancing at the empty seat besides his old friend Bhalk, he smiled and pulled from within his coat a large bottle of his favorite Black Death vodka, still unopened.

“I believe I heard you ask for the nectar of heaven, Bhalk. Allow me.”

Striding to the table, he poured out a generous helping of the strong liquor for himself, Bhalk, and Varus, and passed the glasses down the table. Leaning back in his chair, he propped his feet up, brought his glass to his lips, and drained it in a gulp. Giving vent to his famous sardonic grin, he leaned over and engaged Bhalk and Varus in a semi-coherent conversation about a new class of cruise missiles he had designed while intoxicated.

"So good to see you, and so good of you to bring a little bottle of heaven with you. Now this cruise missile, is it better then the, what was it called...Look at the freaking huge missile class I think."

The Sacred Emperor tossed back his whiskey with satisfaction, wondering to himself whether offering the Austian premier alcohol could constitue an international scandal. Deciding to play it safe, he instead asked Bhalk for some shrimp.

"NO! FUCK YOU! IT'S MY SHRIMP!!!! I mean....sure, help yourself."

William once again nodded to servent and within minuates a glass of vodka, a cigar and plate of shrimps sat in front of the Borman Emproer.

"Thank you very much."

"Thank you very much."
"My pleasure, if theres anuything else you want, just ask."

"My pleasure, if theres anuything else you want, just ask."

"I will. And if I havn't said it already, thank you for your hospitality and hosting these peace talks."

"I will. And if I havn't said it already, thank you for your hospitality and hosting these peace talks."
No problem, I could not have my allies destroyed in a large scale war.

No problem, I could not have my allies destroyed in a large scale war.

"Well, it's admirable of you."

"Well, it's admirable of you."
"I don't have much choice, do I?"

"I don't have much choice, do I?"

Lucifer leaned forward and interrupted. "Well, you could have watched as we destroyed each other and you rise from the ashes...thanks anyway."

Lucifer leaned forward and interrupted. "Well, you could have watched as we destroyed each other and you rise from the ashes...thanks anyway."
"What he said."

"So good to see you, and so good of you to bring a little bottle of heaven with you. Now this cruise missile, is it better then the, what was it called...Look at the freaking huge missile class I think."

"Basically the same, but with more BOOM and less range."

OOC: heey im back...took a "short" vacation

Lucifer leaned forward and interrupted. "Well, you could have watched as we destroyed each other and you rise from the ashes...thanks anyway."
"But that would not be honourable, would it?"

"But that would not be honourable, would it?"

"No, no it wouldn't."

OOC: Where the hell is everyone else? Shouldn't ViZion be here? This is going very slowly...

"No, no it wouldn't."
"And honour is everything, there is no honour in winning or taking power without a fair fight."

OOC: TG when the talks pick up, or fail, or we get bombed, or it starts raining chicken in the middle of Aust, or something.

OOC: Yeah, this is really crawling along.

((OOC: You can TG me if and only if chicken starts raining in the middle of Aust. NO SOONER!))

OOC: Too late...

OOC: look out of the window guys....

OOC: Damn chicken... *shakes fist*

OOC: Does anyone know where Vizion is?

OOC: Actually I think ViZion is back now. He replied in the CFA regional forums.

OOC: Then tell him to hurry up and join up here.

Aye.

OOC: Aye Aye. Someone TG him, IM him, whatever! He's one of the key players here, and without him, this is slowing to a crawl. It's worse than the time I had to sit through Gigli with explosive diarrhea.

It's worse than the time I had to sit through Gigli with explosive diarrhea.

((OOC: Hmm, I didn't think it was possible to squeeze more shit into a theater showing Gigli, but apparently I was wrong.))

((OOC: Hmm, I didn't think it was possible to squeeze more shit into a theater showing Gigli, but apparently I was wrong.))

OOC: Well played. (ain't that the truth...)

OOC: Good to know I didn't miss much. Bad to know I'm still not needed...

OOC: You can join me in waiting for a TG saying that something worth remembering is happening... still waiting by the way... does nothing notable (like chickens raining from the sky) happen in Aust, or this a slow week?

OOC: You can join me in waiting for a TG saying that something worth remembering is happening... still waiting by the way... does nothing notable (like chickens raining from the sky) happen in Aust, or this a slow week?
OOC: Well I'm, at war with HP now...

OOC: Ok, I stand corrected, yes, interesting things do happen. I'm just getting a bit impatient with those who this Rp revolves around... *cough* ViZion*cough* and his lack of being able to post for owever many weeks it has been now.

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OOC: Im gonna unsubscribe, if soemthing happens TG me.

OOC: 10-4 Good Buddy.

Ditto

OOC: ok, ok, sorry guys! My bad! Work+trips+other stuff=little time for NS

Sorry again!

Can I get an update as to where we are?

OOC: In the middle of peace talks at Aust City.

OOC: In the middle of peace talks at Aust City.
OOC: well, lol, I've gathered that much on my own... but I mean, what's the progress? Where are we at in the peace talks?

OOC: well, lol, I've gathered that much on my own... but I mean, what's the progress? Where are we at in the peace talks?
OOC:We where waiting for u to turn up

OOC: k
IC:
Vice-President-Turned-President Villian walked into the room, which was already packed with people. He knew he had been holding them up, but he couldn't help it. President Maybury had been killed in an explosion on-board his plane, which was believed to have been a planed attack.

Villian was suspicious now. Sure, this was a "peace" meeting, but he knew they were still far from it at this point. Had any of the nations in here been apart of it? Hell if he knew, but he would soon find out.

((OOC: Gah! Crazy, sudden plot twist! Must...keep..brain....from...imploding.

IC post later.))

Murdock turned as the doors opened and looked appraisingingly at the man in the door.
Murdock: Well, he sure isn't Maybury, this could complicate things. Requiem, when did he arrive?
Requiem: Only a moment ago, my partner was busy trying to confirm the man's identity. He is former vice president Villian, the current president of ViZion.
Murdock: So, Maybury finally bit the dust, eh? Well I guess it can't be helped. Lets get ready to negotiate.
Murdock looked away uninterestedly and began surveying the table for other leaders hom he knew personally.

((OOC: Gah! Crazy, sudden plot twist! Must...keep..brain....from...imploding.

IC post later.))
OOC: lol, that cracked me up... ya, well, gotta throw twists in somewhere... without it, peace talks always get boring and I'll probably disappear for another month. lol j/k but ya, Maybury was murdered when his plane exploded... it was rigged. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=443600

Just as Villian was nearing his seat, the aid walking by his side stopped, and mumbled something into his sleeve. He listened for a second, then grabbed President Villian's sleeve. "Sir!" he whispered. "What is it now?" Villian said quietly, but in a displeased voice. He whispered something into the Presidents ear.

"Holy fuck!" Villian screamed outloud, "They did WHAT?!" He them stopped and looked around, seeing eyes looking at him all around the room. He cleared his throat, and give some orders to the aid, who then ran out of the room to end the orders in.

As he sat down, he said, "Sorry. We're having a..." he cleared his throat again, "a rebellion back home."

A moment later, Villian's aid entered the room. Upon reaching Villian, he whispered some more to him. Villian stood up, shaking his head. "Gentlemen... we must continue this later one. The rebels (OOC: see Ex-President Villone Leads Rebellion in ViZion (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=443894&page=1&pp=15)) have just attacked one of our major cities. Thousands are presumed dead. I must go now." With that, President Villian rushed out of the door with his aid.

Within moments, he was on his plane. However, trajedy struck once again. Before the plane could even get airborn while taking off, the plane exploded. A thunderous boom followed up a flash of light. You could have sworn it was a missile that caused it judging by the sound - and for good reason. (OOC: I'm leaving it at that for the moment, another post coming soon... and don't hate me for adding twists... it makes the normal boring peace talks more interesting... :))

First, Maybury. Now, Villian. This time, just after he walked out of a peace meeting.

ViZion is preparing to send out multiple teams to find out what happened to the flight carrying the late Villian. Suspicious has arrose, as this happened due to the fact Villian walked out on peace talks, and no help is being permitted by the parties involved in the peace talks.

However, one of ViZion's top ranked diplomats are preparing to head to Aust. He will have two guards, and he, himself, will be armed as well during the entire 'peace' talks.

ViZion is very weary at this time, being that there is a rebellion back home, and in less than a week, two of its Presidents have been murdered.

Official Imperial Statement-

The Empire, noting the recent developments in ViZion and a degree of turmoil within her own borders, is regretful to inform the world community and the nations currently involved in peace negotiations in Aust that she will be forced to withdraw her envoys from the negotiations for the sake of their own security. However, the Empire will continue to respect the ceasefire and will not make any aggressive actions until provoked by hostile forces. Noting the actions of terrorist and secessionist groups over the past few months and the prospect of their involvement in more recent activities, the Empire will not be quick to lay blame on any national governments without thorough investigation, however we wish it be known that this is not to be taken as a sign of weakness, for we will remain vigilant to the utmost until matters are officially resolved. We hope to continue negotiations via electronic communication from safe within our own borders.

"That kills that one off then," The Emproer commented dryly, "Of course I offer my aid to my allkie ectera."

"Wo..."

Bhalk having come out of the bathroom with an attractive Austian woman was filled in on what had happened.

"I think we might have to get out of here too. We've got a bunch of wars coming up, and our safety isn't assured here."

Bhalk and his entourage boarded the 'Emperian Trnansport' and took off for Borman. They too would continue the peace conference by electronic communication.

Tod Johnson, the diplomat, was finally onboard the plane that would take him to Aust. "God damnit... I'm not feeling to safe these days. Someone is after us. And apparently they wont want us to make peace here, either." he said outloud to no one in particular.

As the engines roared to life, he could feel himself being pulled back into his seat from the thrust. "Soon... soon this will all be over. I know it will." he said.

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Communication to Austian Air Control

We are sending a new diplomat to the meeting. We will be arriving in 14 hours. Requesting clearance upon arrival.

[b]You have clearence, and a full wing of aircraft (Yellow wing) is coming to escort you in." (Thats 500 fighters) Nothing will gtet past them, I assure you."

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[b]You have clearence, and a full wing of aircraft (Yellow wing) is coming to escort you in." (Thats 500 fighters) Nothing will gtet past them, I assure you."
Thank you. We are quite positive nothing will.
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As the ViZionarian teams begin clammering over the destruction of the B-747 President Villian was on during the time of the explosion, one startling discovery was made. The plane could not have been HIT by a missile. It appeared the explosion came from within the cargo-hold. It had been planted in the plane. The question is, when? And by who?

Dun Dun DUHHHHH!

Dun Dun DUHHHHH!
OOC: lmao! lol Hey guys... sorry, but I'm gonna be out of town til Tue checkin out a college in Miami... gonna have to hold off unless you guys want to keep talkin til my diplomat arrives then... (damn, what a long flight! I know there's alot of construction, but shouldn't flying bypass all those detours? Guess not...)

OOC: Okay.

OOC: RL does come first, but dammit this conference is going to explode if it goes any slower...

OOC: Warmaster...is that a threat!? Or a confession!?

WARMASTER KILLED VIZION'S MAN!!!

OOC: YES! I CONFESS! I assassinated ViZion's diplomat to make the talks go slower! And if you do not bow to my demands, the conference itself shall follow him to destruction!

I'm sorry, sometimes I just blurt out like that...

Murdock leaned to the nearest C A D delegate and began muttering.
Murdock: Maybe we should just sit back and let ViZion have all their delegates blown up. They certainly are doing a good job of it. Sure I don't want to stay here forever, but if none of them can survive long enough to have the talks then we mght as well leave, what do you think?

(ooc: only one of you guys should respond to that)

OOC: Howdy... I'm back... sorry for the delay... Mrs. Rita decided I couldn't leave Florida when I planned to, and when I got back, had to deal w/ some stuff.. .anyway, yay, we have a murderer here! lol... hmm...
IC:
The plane finally touched down in Aust. Tod Johnson signed and thought to him self, Damn... Is anyone even left? I know alot of nations began to evacuate their leaders after the second assassination...

Within moments, he was walking into the confrence room.

The emporer rose to greet him, "Mr Johnson glad you could make it."

Looking at Johnson Requiem couldn't help but mutter.
Requiem: Here we go, ViZionarian delegate mark three, lets see how this goes.
He knew that he was muttering too quietly for anyone else to here, and no one could see his face through his helmet's faceplate, he leraned back against the pillar where he stood and contacted Centenial.
Requiem: Centenial, why didn't you alert us this guy was coming?
Centenial: I figured that since they'd already lost two delegates in wasn't worth mentioning, odds are he'll get whacked if he so much as fidgets the way this is looking.
Requiem: True, so how's life up in the room?
Centenial: Its great, I'm piping the TV signal into the HUD, I'm watching Black Hawk Down right now, how's it goin' down in the death trap?
Requiem: Can't complaain, except that I hate being trapped with so many suits. Its boring.
Centenial: Yeah, I feel for you man.
Requiem: Talk to you in a while.
Centenial: Right, bye.
Requiem returned to surveying the room and wishing he could just draw a weapon and crack off a shot or two, not to hit anyone, heck he had a clip of rubber bullets in his M4A1, but he knew he'd get in really deep trouble if he did so he began piping Black Hawk Down into his helmet, luckilly he found a channel where it was just starting so he leaned back and enjoyed the movie while looking imposing.

"Thank you, Emperor. It's a great pleasure to meet you. Now, shall be begin?" he said, while thinking to him self, Why do I have to be the one here in Death Row?

Murcock: "Finally."
He flipped his feet off the table where they'd been resting on a folder. He sat up and began paying attention instead of painting mental bull's-eyes on every one of the other delegates. A quick glance to Requiem, who nodded and Murdock knew it was all clear and that he had absolutely nothing o worry about. Soon two ODST would arrive to relieve Centenial and Reqiuem, they had stayed on station with him longer than they'd had too, they were good men, he would remember this fact in the future.

After sitting down for a minute, he began looking around, tapping his food impatiently. After the room remain quiet, he leaned forward, and then stood up. "I must be pretty powerful, I seem to have scared you guys from speaking..." he then chuckled to him self, thinking that was funny. "But seriously, we need to get talking here. We must end this war. It has caused so much in the way of problems. And being that we have come to a cease fire for quite some time now, we clearly seem to have calmed down enough to make peace. So, what do you guys way? I'm sure you want to get home quickly." he said, trying to get things going.

Realizing that this might take a while Murdock flipped his feet back up onto the table and awaited someone else from C A D to respond first before he began talking, as his nation hadn't been attacked he figured that the courteous thing to do would be to let the attacked make the reply.

Seeing Murdock kick his feet up like he had not a care clearly pissed Tod off, but he didn't say anything about it. He knew getting moddy would only make things worse off, and that didnt need to happy. So, he continued to wait for a reply.

OOC: Must...make...rp...go...slower...ARGH!

Official Imperial Statement
Emperor Saul Hudson will leave Aust immediately, having decided that his safety and that of his fellow diplomats has been compromised by the recent disappearance of a Vizionarian envoy to the Aust peace conferences. As several conflicts on Freudotopian soil and the soil are looming, the Emperor is needed at home and will have to cut short his foreign diplomatic tour. The Emperor apologizes to all affected by his unannounced departure.

Emperor Saul Hudson wishes it to be known that he will continue to negotiate a successful resolution to this incident by electronic communication with Austian an all other foreign envoys, and will respect the ceasefire currently in effect as well as all other resolutions of the peace council.

"The easyest thing to do," William said, "Would be to just call truse, no conditions, just say, right, where not at war."

Tod let out a deep moan, followed by a long sigh. Will we EVER get to a peaceful resolution? he wondered to him self, setting that Saul Hudson is taking a leave of absence from this meeting as well.

Tod then heard William and replied, "I dont think everyone would agree to this, even if ViZion does. It seems everyone wants it their way. But, I will endorse that."

Murdock (tought): Good, now I've pissed him off, time to pay attention. Ha, this could be easier than we could have hoped.

Murdock flipped his feet down and began actually paying attention to what was happening.

Meanwhile, at his pillar Requiem couldn't help but laugh to himself, Murdock was being an ass just to piss off his opponents. Normally this was out of character for Murdock, but it seemed to be best way to keep the opposition off balance, that was something that Requiem could appreciate, even if he didn't know or care about all the politcal crap that was going on.

OOC: I'M BACK! Sorry.

The Sacred Emperor finally leaned forward to engage the ViZionarian delegate at last. "I think the solution is rather simple here. ViZion, in the humble opinion of the Imperium and no doubt of the other representatives of the CAD, is guilty of aggression against the Generic Empire. Isn't that what started this whole war? True, it kicked up a notch when GUffingford blockaded the Mediterranean, but the blame for its very existence belongs to ViZion."

Tod was relieved to finally here someone speak. However, after hearing what Warmaster's Emperor had to say, he was clearly not satisfied.

"As we all know, there were ViZionarian aircraft flying outside of Generic Empire's boarders, ready to fire upon the enemy should Generia launch an attack upon ViZion or her allies as our intel told us would happen. Some mechanical failure caused one of the aircraft, which carried a nuclear warhead, to crash, in effect causing a nuclear blast which ViZion had not ordered unless a nuclear launch was targetting ViZion or any of our allies.

"We did not, as you seem to wish to claim, 'attack' Generia. A simple failure, which could have happened with any of your own aircrafts, caused the nuclear blast. Those aircraft that where flying around were not offensive, as has been claimed, but rather retaliatory forces."

Lucifer looked politely incredulous at the ViZionarian's statements. "Whether or not it could have happened to any nation's aircraft is completely irrelevant. The fact that it DID happen to your nation's aircraft, on the other hand, is very relevant. The incident would not have claimed so many lives if you had not sent military aircraft on a preemptive strike against the Generic Empire. Therefore the blame is yours."

Lucifer looked politely incredulous at the ViZionarian's statements. "Whether or not it could have happened to any nation's aircraft is completely irrelevant. The fact that it DID happen to your nation's aircraft, on the other hand, is very relevant. The incident would not have claimed so many lives if you had not sent military aircraft on a preemptive strike against the Generic Empire. Therefore the blame is yours."
Tod was clearly not impressed that those he was suppose to make peace with were trying to turn the story around to fit them better. "Once again, I must reiterate that they were there purely for retaliatory strikes in the event that Generia did launch an attack upon ViZion, as was expected. These aircrafts were not sent there on an offensive mission to launch at attack upon Generia unless we, our selves, were attacked here. That is not preemptive. You know that, I know that, and everyone else here knows that. You just seem to want to twist the truth. I am not pleased with that.

"Look, the fact of the matter is, they were there incase Generia launched an attack upon us. They would then be there for a first strike to retaliate. It also sent a message to Generia that we were serious about this, and that we would not tolerate an attack, as expected.

"Yes, what happened was terrible, and our hearts go out to those who were killed or injured, as well as those who lost their homes, family, and friends. However, we did not cause an error to happen that, in effect, caused the aircraft to crash, and the nuclear devise to go off. We did not say, 'Oh, hey, lets crash one of our planes!' No. Stop trying to twist this into something it is not."

The member of the delegation that had been 'accidentally left behind' stumbled out of the bathroom after having awoken from his hangover. After having listened to the conversation he sat himself down at the old seat of his delegation and took it upon himself to argue it.

"The fact is sir, we all know you had absolutely no evidence that Generia was planning to attack you, you didn't even bother to fabricate some evidence. The nation of Generia was at the same lack of mobilization they had been maintaining for years. Generia was at war with no one and, like us, was purely dedicated to improving diplomatic relations with nations of the world. Then this entire situation occured. CAD nations including Generia were worried of a serious threat and were quick to mobilize to stand against this threat. I believe several CAD nations, including Borman, announced they would stand alongside you in facing this un-named threat, so long as it was not allied or just an excuse for you to attack someone you didn't like. Which it became both for us.

You acted on non-existant evidence made up in your head and lied to your nation and your allies as you drew your plans against Generia and dubbed them a threat to your safety. When this plane malfunctioned the nuclear missile went off, which as we all know means it was armed, and no doubt ready to be launched upon un-suspecting Generian peoples.

Any and all nations have the right to defend what they perceive to be a threat, so long as their is some indication of a threat. You sending planes with armed nuclear missiles to circle Generia and be ready to retaliate against an invasion we all knew would not come is not defense, that is blatant unjustified offensive actions. And when oen of these planes detonated and revealed that they were carrying armed nuclear missiles it became apparent to all nations, especially Generia, that these planes were a threat to Generian safety. And thusly Generia acted within it's rights to safeguard it's people and nation from this nuclear threat you posed.

Also, contrary to what you would like us to believe all nations here and in the world knows they were there pre-emptively, and not to safeguard your nation.

The blame is clearly yours. As to wheather Generia makes demands or not, I do not know, if I was them I would no doubt make demands, however despite our unification I can not talk for them."

The face on the monitor with the live feed to Borman sat dumb-founded. This drunken, perverted, pirck they had purposely left in Aust had just made a fantastic argument that only some of them could have made. His mouth hung agape and his eyes gazed wide. After a second or two he cleared his throat, "I concur."

The member of the delegation that had been 'accidentally left behind' stumbled out of the bathroom after having awoken from his hangover. After having listened to the conversation he sat himself down at the old seat of his delegation and took it upon himself to argue it.

"The fact is sir, we all know you had absolutely no evidence that Generia was planning to attack you, you didn't even bother to fabricate some evidence. The nation of Generia was at the same lack of mobilization they had been maintaining for years. Generia was at war with no one and, like us, was purely dedicated to improving diplomatic relations with nations of the world. Then this entire situation occured. CAD nations including Generia were worried of a serious threat and were quick to mobilize to stand against this threat. I believe several CAD nations, including Borman, announced they would stand alongside you in facing this un-named threat, so long as it was not allied or just an excuse for you to attack someone you didn't like. Which it became both for us.

You acted on non-existant evidence made up in your head and lied to your nation and your allies as you drew your plans against Generia and dubbed them a threat to your safety. When this plane malfunctioned the nuclear missile went off, which as we all know means it was armed, and no doubt ready to be launched upon un-suspecting Generian peoples.

Any and all nations have the right to defend what they perceive to be a threat, so long as their is some indication of a threat. You sending planes with armed nuclear missiles to circle Generia and be ready to retaliate against an invasion we all knew would not come is not defense, that is blatant unjustified offensive actions. And when oen of these planes detonated and revealed that they were carrying armed nuclear missiles it became apparent to all nations, especially Generia, that these planes were a threat to Generian safety. And thusly Generia acted within it's rights to safeguard it's people and nation from this nuclear threat you posed.

Also, contrary to what you would like us to believe all nations here and in the world knows they were there pre-emptively, and not to safeguard your nation.

The blame is clearly yours. As to wheather Generia makes demands or not, I do not know, if I was them I would no doubt make demands, however despite our unification I can not talk for them."

The face on the monitor with the live feed to Borman sat dumb-founded. This drunken, perverted, pirck they had purposely left in Aust had just made a fantastic argument that only some of them could have made. His mouth hung agape and his eyes gazed wide. After a second or two he cleared his throat, "I concur."

OOC: Damn. I better start paying more attention to drunken washups. *replaces entire bureaucracy with irrevocably alcohol-soaked beggars* And by the way GE, *ahem* YOU ARE NEVER GONNA GET A BETTER OPENING FOR A LIST OF DEMANDS *ahem*...was that me? I'm sorry.

OOC: Damn. I better start paying more attention to drunken washups. *replaces entire bureaucracy with irrevocably alcohol-soaked beggars* And by the way GE, *ahem* YOU ARE NEVER GONNA GET A BETTER OPENING FOR A LIST OF DEMANDS *ahem*...was that me? I'm sorry.

Edit: OOC: Don't forget the womanizers too, they're real good.

Murdock sat up and shuffled the papers he had infront of him, once the room was calm enough he began speaking in the slightly cold, methodical voice that so often peeked through his gnerally stoic manner.

Murdock: Okay, so lets see what we've got here... The ViZionarian government decided to station bombers outside Generian airspace, acting on some form of false intelligence that seems to have magically landed in the laps of their intelligence community. After one of their aircraft went down and its weapon detonated, indicating that the weapons had to be armed, Generian forces reacted to a clear threat to their national security. In this case that led to the ViZionarian force unloading on many civilian targets with little or no tactical value.
So, I must ask the ViZionarian delegate what his nation would have done in the exact same circumstances, which I might add, were that there had been a public message sent naming nations you considered a threat, and a mobilization on a scale unseen in the past few years. Then a strike force was stationed carrying armed nuclear weapons within striking distance of a nation which was so blatently being threatened. One of those aircraft goes down and its weapon detonates, what does your military do? Do they sit by saying, "Golly, I hope they don't attack us." like a bunch of idiots, or do they say, "Hey! There's someone camping outside of our waters with armed nuclear weapons, we should deal with this threat now." I am willing to bet that your men would choose the latter, therefore it is your nation which is at fault, not Generia or any of her allies.

Murdock sat back and waited for a response, fully expecting a long winded response highlighting the supposed intelligence that the ViZionarians had recieved and how they didn't shoot first.

Meanwhile Requiem remained leaned against the pillar, his integrated thermal enhanced vision system active so that every person in the room was covered by a light thermal aura. He could see that the ViZionarian delegate was particularly stressed from the fact that his thermal "aura" was almost totally orange or red, with the core of his body being white. Meanwhile Murdock seemed to be totally calm, his thermal "aura" read as no different than when he went to a particularly mundane function. Watching for any sign of danger he remained vigilant, sweeping the room looking for any sign that something was amiss.

Tod waited until both delegates finished their speaches before replying to them.

"Intelligence is not always going to be 100% correct. Our intellence, however, is almost always accurate. Thus, we are not going to sit around after our intelligence agency, IIAV, relayed us information of a threat forming on a horizon that included Generia as a prime offender.

"Yes, we may have over-reacted, and the government realized that after the downed aircraft incident. However, at the time, our government and the military felt it a necesity to set up a reactionary force outside Generia should any attack happen. We are sure if you got wind of an attack by a number of nations, your nation would just as well prepare to retaliate, and make it clear that you would be doing so. That is exactly what we were doing - sending our aircraft outside Generia to send a message that we would not tolerate any attack upon ViZion, and should Generia attack, we were react immediately upon Generia.

"As for the aircrafts retaliation after Generian military forces engaged them, records show almost all of the missiles were not locked on, but rather shot towards Generic Empire's landmass not having much time to lock on to anything. They were, however, ordered to lock onto military targets in range should they come under attack or should they be forced to retaliate. Unfortunately, most of them did not do that, so they fired all that they could towards land."

Tod waited until both delegates finished their speaches before replying to them.

"Intelligence is not always going to be 100% correct. Our intellence, however, is almost always accurate. Thus, we are not going to sit around after our intelligence agency, IIAV, relayed us information of a threat forming on a horizon that included Generia as a prime offender.

"Yes, we may have over-reacted, and the government realized that after the downed aircraft incident. However, at the time, our government and the military felt it a necesity to set up a reactionary force outside Generia should any attack happen. We are sure if you got wind of an attack by a number of nations, your nation would just as well prepare to retaliate, and make it clear that you would be doing so. That is exactly what we were doing - sending our aircraft outside Generia to send a message that we would not tolerate any attack upon ViZion, and should Generia attack, we were react immediately upon Generia.

"As for the aircrafts retaliation after Generian military forces engaged them, records show almost all of the missiles were not locked on, but rather shot towards Generic Empire's landmass not having much time to lock on to anything. They were, however, ordered to lock onto military targets in range should they come under attack or should they be forced to retaliate. Unfortunately, most of them did not do that, so they fired all that they could towards land."

"I can understand your wanting to have a response force waiting in case the Generic Empire attacked you. But intelligence reports should ALWAYS be reacted to carefully, despite the past veracity of your reports. And having military aircraft just barely outside Generian airspace, in a barely concealed taunt to the CAD, does not qualify as a careful reaction by any means."

"I can understand your wanting to have a response force waiting in case the Generic Empire attacked you. But intelligence reports should ALWAYS be reacted to carefully, despite the past veracity of your reports. And having military aircraft just barely outside Generian airspace, in a barely concealed taunt to the CAD, does not qualify as a careful reaction by any means."
"Yes, I can see what you mean. Our military tends to be a bit edgy at times though, and rather quick to react. We are re-working our responses now due to what has happened. President Delain, himself a General in the past, even agrees that the reaction the military took was out of step of what should have happened. That is all going to change now.

"Now, what I am here for is to make peace. We cannot change the past, unfortunately. However, we can work on putting the mistakes made behind us, and work towards a better, stronger future with ever-improving relations from this point forward between the nations attending this meeting."

A small man in a dark coat and glasses sauntered into the conference room, opened a briefcase, and removed a sophisticated laptop computer. He then placed it on the table in the position recently vacated by Saul Hudson. The screen crackled to life, and the image of Saul Hudson, broadcast over thousands of miles from his palace in Phantasmo, sprang into view.

"Good morning, fellow diplomats. Please don't let me interrupt you."

His task accomplished, the small man left.

A small man in a dark coat and glasses sauntered into the conference room, opened a briefcase, and removed a sophisticated laptop computer. He then placed it on the table in the position recently vacated by Saul Hudson. The screen crackled to life, and the image of Saul Hudson, broadcast over thousands of miles from his palace in Phantasmo, sprang into view.

"Good morning, fellow diplomats. Please don't let me interrupt you."

His task accomplished, the small man left.
OOC: Ohh, took me a sec to realize what that was... lol

The drunkard was going to speak up, but he thought Vizion's man was starting to admit it was his fault. No sense kicking them while they're down...unless they had money! He slightly chuckled to himself. He'd allow the Generian transmission to speak up first.

OOC: I know GE has been really busy in RL... so... the plan... this war goes on pause til he returns? (Which has happened once already... that time being my bad...)

OOC: I know GE has been really busy in RL... so... the plan... this war goes on pause til he returns? (Which has happened once already... that time being my bad...)

OOC: Yeah, that would be good. I think a lot of people are pretty busy at the moment, so this needs to cool off.

OOC: alright.

Pushes big 'PAUSE' button on controller

GAME PAUSED!

Ta-da! :D done!

OOC: I'll one up you ViZion!
Stops playing by pressing wierd triangular start button on PS2 controller, saves game, exits so as to save money on electric bill.

OOC: I'll one up you ViZion!
Stops playing by pressing wierd triangular start button on PS2 controller, saves game, exits so as to save money on electric bill.
OOC: lmfao! That one's great! :D

Then carrys on plaig with his caracter-after the caracters stopped playing on her PS2...

OOC: I'm pretty lost in whats happening in NS, so I'm just gonna do a reference bump to this.

OOC: Ya... w/ recent events, I've been a bit sidetracked from RP's too... if you gave me a quiz on the events in the past 2 days, I'd fail it... so.. .ya... give me a little time to get back on track... plus, i heard GE is leaving NS... :(

OOC: Oh yeah, he is. I assume I'll RP for him to finish this, since we're merged and I know him IRL.

OOC: hmm... guess so... but tell him ViZion demands he returns, if nothing else then to finish this RP out! lol that's right.. ViZion DEMANDS him to return :p lol

OOC: hmm... guess so... but tell him ViZion demands he returns, if nothing else then to finish this RP out! lol that's right.. ViZion DEMANDS him to return :p lol

OOC: I will...I doubt he'll be happy your commanding him.

OOC: I will...I doubt he'll be happy your commanding him.

Tell him I request, in the humble name of the glory of all he stands for, that despite his angst with NS, if only to complete this glorious effort that he has created, he should return to join us here. DAMN THIS THREAD AND HOW LONG IT TAKES!

Tell him I request, in the humble name of the glory of all he stands for, that despite his angst with NS, if only to complete this glorious effort that he has created, he should return to join us here. DAMN THIS THREAD AND HOW LONG IT TAKES!

OOC: Whoops, I alreayd told him ViZion commanded.

OOC: Whoops, I alreayd told him ViZion commanded.

Allow me to state with the greatest sincerity:

DAMN.