NationStates Jolt Archive

As the six seperate Tangent personell transports dock with the mighty Peacekeeper and complete the proceedure, each national leader is escorted through seperate corridoors into a modest room with no more than 50 tall leather seats in, all surrounding a centre podium, on which the neutal moderator, the Peacekeeper's captain sits upon. He will work the microphones and keep order whilst the other nations propose and negotiate with each other.

"Now now, let's all keep order and not get out of hand. Will all security guards please set their weapons to their safety please?"

He would wait till the guards complied, however long this may take, before sitting down and leaning back. Microphones would slowly zip out of the board infront of each leader and a green light would flicker on at its base. The peace negotiations had started.

King Clauro sat comfortably into one of the leather seats, and nodded at his guards who put their safety function upon their SMG's. The Guards stepped back, and stood either side of the King.

The ship's commander would wait till all six parties had assembled and seated themselves, of course. There wouldn't be any point in starting till everyone had sat down - It would be unfair. The microphones would only work when the light at their base had turned RED, to indicate they were broadcasting.

A tall man entered the room. His face was scarred, with a small 'X' on the right side. His hair was silver and he wore a black trenchcoat. Equipped with a long black curved sword on the back he smiled evilly. His dark uniform was one that would make anyone shiver at the sight of it. The man was heavily armed with guns and knives hidden in his trenchcoat and black armor.

His voice was deep and one of a soldier who had seen nearly endless combat, he was proud and commanding, "Let's get down to business now." One might have thought that he thought that he was ready to obliterate everything at a moment's notice and this was a conference to stop him from doing anything rash!

"Let's get down to business now."

The commander would twirl around in his seat and put his finger up, sliding a small control up on his panel as he looked up to the new leader. "Ah, not just yet. We have to wait for the other four to arrive first, when we can get down to business. There's no one here to negotiate with, yet!"

He paused, quirking a brow.

"And please, set your guns on safety, please?"

Clauro eyed the new comers.
"Barbarians." He muttered

"My guns have no 'safety', guns are mention to kill, they shouldn't be 'safe'."

Though if you want I could lay them on a table or something, though it might scare some of the members.

King Clauro sneered.

"My guns have no 'safety', guns are mention to kill, they shouldn't be 'safe'."

Though if you want I could lay them on a table or something, though it might scare some of the members.

The cap'n nodded a little bit, gesturing to one of the Braxian guards to hobble down the steps to the Kjata leader with a black, metal box. "Put your weapons in there for now, you can collect 'em on the way out. We'd prefer only your guards to be carrying live ammunition whilst in the Peacekeeper!"

"I've come alone, I don't need 'guards'. Heh, if I survived 108 combat missions, 4 wars and 20 assassins, I think I can handle myself." he said and then gave a loud laugh. "Still want the guns?"

"You can be experienced as you want in combat, experience doesn't stop bullets, barbarian."

"I've come alone, I don't need 'guards'. Heh, if I survived 108 combat missions, 4 wars and 20 assassins, I think I can handle myself." he said and then gave a loud laugh. "Still want the guns?"

The man on the centre podium rolled his eyes a little and shrugged. "Just.. Be careful. We don't want to have to change this ship's name to something more fitting - Not a single drop of blood has been spilt on these decks yet, and we'd like to keep it that way.."

The guard looked around, before scratching his arm and hobbling back up the steps to stand by the doors.

The next group that was to arrive was the Lone Alliance Delagate. Currently he had landed with the soldiers and as a person used to politics he had been worn down by the constant running. He took the extrea clips out of his pistol and passed the clips to the Guard. Then he went to the table and sat down looking extremely weary. The two LA soldiers with him, sat down and put their SMG's on safety and set them down beside them. "Well, here we are..." He said. "Who else is coming?"

"Well, here we are... Who else is coming?"

The commander raised his head again, the third had arrived, things seemed to be going well for the Peacekeepers maiden voyage. "Ah, 10790, Leafanistan and Bonstock have all been invited. Things should get underway soon I hope. If not we can postpone the meeting till tomorrow when everyone's had chance to get their act together and get here. There are plenty of sleeping quarters to go around."

"Do you have any women on this ship? I require two women to keep my bed warm at night, preferedly of great beauty."

"Do you have any women on this ship? I require two women to keep my bed warm at night, preferedly of great beauty."

The commander simply stared at the great king and chuckled, shaking his head in wonderment. "I'm sure you'll find a couple somewhere. There are two nearby that control the air filtering systems. And unless you want to be breathing carbon monoxide all night and die, I think you should leave 'em to their rightful posts.."

"Do you have any women on this ship? I require two women to keep my bed warm at night, preferedly of great beauty." One of the TLA soldiers looked at the Frozopia delagate that said that. "Um since we're all being serious here, could you at least keep your pants on?" The Lone Alliance delegate just let out a snore, having already passed out.

"Hm. Can I fly up a couple of beauties?"

"Hm. Can I fly up a couple of beauties?"

If it comes to having to wait till tomorrow, then yes you may - As long as they're completely unarmed and leave in the morn'. If you stain the sheets, please change them.. It's only polite.

"I think I shall retire. It seems the other leaders will not be present till tomorrow. When the women arrive send them to my room."

"Fine...Have it your way, the sword stays." he grumbled

He stood up and started pulling various guns out of his pockets and coat and armor. He pulls out at least 20 different hand guns, including a Walter PPK and various Kjata-made hand guns. He lays two Ak-47's and a small RPG launcher, all completely loaded.

"OK, ok, knifes and daggers now."

He pulls out over 40 small throwing daggers, two combat knives, and lasher knives. The complete arsenal is laid out on the table for all to see. A total of 120 pounds of weapons, just on his body. Not including the Masamune on his back.

A huge uniformed guard entered the room and stood by the door in military salute, "the Dictator of 10790, His exellentcy Big Brother". At that moment another guard held the door open to show a well built caucasian man, wearing traditional generals uniform and four medals. Big Brother entered the room and took his seat.

The complete arsenal is laid out on the table for all to see. A total of 120 pounds of weapons, just on his body. Not including the Masamune on his back.

A guard hobbled over again with his little dinky box, and stared, mouth agape at the collection of firearms. ".. I'm going to need more boxes." she gulped, and returned a few minutes later with eight storage boxes for the national leader to use.

"I think I shall retire. It seems the other leaders will not be present till tomorrow. When the women arrive send them to my room."

"Very well, meetin' dismissed. We'll all reconvine tomorrow."

And with that the collection of Braxian guards stood down and escorted all three leaders and guards to their sleeping quarters - Each door would be permenantly guarded by the security staff overnight. Any new leaders that may arrive in the dead of night would also be taken to their sleeping quarters for the next day's meeting.

Big Brother entered the room and took his seat.

The cap'n looked up and smirked.
"You're five minutes too late, we'll continue this tomorrow, alright? For now we'll escort you to your 'quarters for the night."

The cap'n looked up and smirked.
"You're five minutes too late, we'll continue this tomorrow, alright? For now we'll escort you to your 'quarters for the night."Fashionably late that is. Send ten guards to my quarters, five inside and five outside. Ill take no chances.

"Do you have any women on this ship? I require two women to keep my bed warm at night, preferedly of great beauty."

Admiral Sandra O'Toole arrived at the meeting. She had just finished some business and just heard the Frozopian king make that comment. She smiled a smile she only smiles for those she will kill later.

OOC: She's is a firey redhead, scored one of the highest in unarmed combat becoming the Navy's youngest female Admiral in just 2 years, attractive and strong, rumoured to have served with the Office of Naval Intelligence on a few "Operator 17 missions", which are infatuate-sex-kill-escape missions. And the attitudes toward sex in Leafanistan are rather lax, so she will be blunt and serious about it.

Her 2m body in full dress uniform approached a small person holding a few boxes, collecting combat knives. Admiral Sandra, tapped her on the back and said, "I suppose I too have to drop off my weapons." She reaches into her coat and removes around 10 plastic balanced throwing knives, a plastic caseless pistol, an extendable thin blade wakizashi, 4 vanadium-steel combat knifes from her legs, 2 throwing stars from her bra and 3 small daggers from her panties, all of which she does calmly and quietly, revealing little underneath her uniform. She winked and noticed the time, she went unescorted a room to retire for the evening.

Commander Ali O Han; the ship's Captain, awoke from his slumber in the early hours of the morning. After changing into his uniform, giving his face a splash with cool water, and picking up the keys to the negotiation room he set off through the long and winding corridoors. The Peacekeeper (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/Grimmie/Braxis/SSPeacekeeper.jpg) was huge compared to many other ships and so it took quite a long time to reach the room. He unlocked it and sauntered down to the central podium, sliding into the thick leather seat to turn the room's lights on and extend the microphones.

He checked who was here so far;

Leafanistan (Admiral Sandra O'Toole)
10790 (Big Brother II)
The Lone Alliance (LA Delegate)
Frozopia (King Clauro)
Kjata Major (General Masamune)

There was only the leader of Bonstock to consider now, hopefully whoever it was would arrive soon. The commander reclined in his seat and closed his eyes, the sound of pneumatic doors sliding open would wake him in all due time.

OOC: That guy is the general....General Masamune. Also known as the 'Ammo' General. One of the original generals, but not the crazy General Krieg. He doesn't DO peace talks, he destroys them.

Have you telegrammed Bonstock again? Else we have to play a waiting game or soemthing.

OOC: That guy is the general....General Masamune. Also known as the 'Ammo' General. One of the original generals, but not the crazy General Krieg. He doesn't DO peace talks, he destroys them.

Have you telegrammed Bonstock again? Else we have to play a waiting game or soemthing.

<OOC: Bonstock are offline at the moment, but I'll send them a fresh telegram right off the printer just to assure tham that we're all assembled up here and waiting for them. Once everyone's assembled back into the meeting room, we can wait an hour, and then proceed without them I suppose. We'll see how things go.>

Over the ocean en route to Braxis VI

"My lord, we are currently only a few hours from our destination."

"God dammit," Lord Harald said, "turn that light off! I want to sleep!"

"Uh, that's the sun, m'lord."

"God damn I hate flying."

The plane touched down at the airfield, and out with his entourage of two guards with MP-5s plus a female assistant came Harald, son of Gustav, lord of all Bonstocknians. His tall, commanding figure loomed over the others as he walked over to a helicopter that the Bonstocknian military had flown in to take him to the confrence. A military band was on hand, and as Harald and his entourage marched, they played "Hail to the Chief," to which the great man marched. He and his men got into the helicopter, and flew to the confrence.

Harald and his men landed on the ship, and exited, walking to the confrence room.

Harald and his men landed on the ship, and exited, walking to the confrence room.

<OOC: It's a Space-Ship, but we'll skip over that little flaw in the storyline. we'd sent a Tangent carrier to take you up to the Peacekeeper, so you're up in space now, how pleasant!>

Commander Ali O Han, Captain of the Peacekeeper looked up from the control console to see Lord Harald enter with assistant and two guards in tow. As long as the assistant was unarmed, he saw no reason to send her back out. "Welcome to the Peacekeeper" came his mumbled greetings, stifling a yawn as he sat up and straightened his jacket. "Glad you could join us all. We'll begin when everyone's awoken, if that's alright with you?"

King Clauro entered the room, yawning.
"Ah how I do love beautiful women. Do we get any breakfast around here?"

Lord Harald responded to him. "Thank you for allowing us to come, Commander. My guards will set their weapons to safety, and I and my assistant are unarmed. We would like to start the confrence as soon as possible."

King Clauro entered the room, yawning.
"Ah how I do love beautiful women. Do we get any breakfast around here?"

The "Beautiful women" the King had ordered were already departing on one of the Tangent carriers, to be taken back down onto the planet's surface. Ali O han yawned once more and sat up stright, he realised things would start to get rolling soon. There were only a few more leaders to arrive. He just hoped that Big Brother II and Harald wouldn't declare a dogfight when they both met face to face.

"Breakfast? Uh.. We'll have the Galley cook you all something up after we've finished business here."

"Thank you for allowing us to come, Commander. My guards will set their weapons to safety, and I and my assistant are unarmed. We would like to start the confrence as soon as possible."

"Not at all, anything to relieve a battle peacefully and diplomatically. It's truely our pleasure to have everyone up here, talking like adults. We'll have this underway when we're all seated."

King Clauro entered the room, yawning.
"Ah how I do love beautiful women. Do we get any breakfast around here?"

Harald quickly walked over towards King Clauro, with his female assistant and two guards in tow. "Your majesty," began Lord Harald, with just a tiny hint of sarcasm and hubris, "You have threatened to declare war on us, and have dispatched fleets to steal our spoils of war in 10790. I would like to ask that in the future, a nation of the size of yours remember who their dealing with. I want you to guarrantee to me now that you will not attack the Federal Republic of Bonstock or make any attempt, military or diplomatic, to steal our prizes of war, lest I leave this confrence and destroy you on my own accord."

'O Han paused for a second, flicking a switch. A series of microphones flicked out from each leaders post and raised, the light at their base turning red.

"You can sit down, please. The microphones will be effective enough for you to talk, and can we please keep these negotiations as peaceful as possible?"

King Clauro laughed in his face,
"You dare to threaten me? We could crush you barbarians like ants. However it would be a waste of my valuable time. We will settle for peace, should you be prepared to split your so called 'Spoils of war' with the nation of Frozopia."

King Clauro laughed in his face,
"You dare to threaten me? We could crush you barbarians like ants. However it would be a waste of my valuable time. We will settle for peace, should you be prepared to split your so called 'Spoils of war' with the nation of Frozopia."

"In no way did you participate in the war," Lord Harald responded, "and in no way shall you participate in the peace. I would caution you to use more control over your tongue, your majesty, lest you hang by it. Good day, your majesty." He turned away. He and his assistant took their seats at the confrence table, the guards standing over them with the weapons on safety, but at ready and loaded just in case.

"Well he seemed nice," whispered Harald's assistant, Colonel Lin Mei, sarcastically.

"I'm not sure how his little nation thinks they can play with a superpower of 4.7 billion souls, with a frightening economy that could muster armies the size of his population. I am sure, however, that he will prove a worthless windbag in need of a quick deflation. He will be no threat to us."

As the confrence began, Lord Harald stood up, and requested to speak to the confrence to show his views.

OOC: Just out of curiousity, why cant i find your nation?

OOC: Just out of curiousity, why cant i find your nation?

<OOC: you don't look hard enough. http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/page=display_nation/nation=Bonstock >

(OOC: The LA delagate is named, Verta, Ministry of International Affairs.)

"I'm in agreement with Lord Harald and I'm sick of your attitude Mr.Clauro," said The LA delagate walking in, "If you think we'll just give everything to you then you can take a hike, you did nothing in this battle except do idle threats. You have no right to anything." "Therefore like he said our conditions is that you get nothing." He finished his little speech and sat down. The two guards on either side sitting down also.

"I care nothing for your opinion. The very reason we began this war was over the maltreatment of the innocent civilians of 10790. We did not go to war to seize territory, although now it looks necessary. We must take 25% of the 10790 land, and protect against monstrosities like the Bonstockians.

"No we'll take that 25%, we were the first ones to fight them, Need I remind you that they tried to Nuke us?" Verta shot back. "Though it didn't go right, it did contaminate over 3 blocks of our capital city before we were able to clean it up, what about you, you wasted some fuel on getting your army here, oh you helped a whole lot." "And don't get on my case, while you slept with those women I was sleeping off 3 days of being stuck awake with our first strike force."

"I care nothing for your opinion. The very reason we began this war was over the maltreatment of the innocent civilians of 10790. We did not go to war to seize territory, although now it looks necessary. We must take 25% of the 10790 land, and protect against monstrosities like the Bonstockians.

Lord Harald shot back quickly. "Bonstocknian and Coalition soldiers fought long and hard for victory against 10790. You had no part in it. Not a single one of your soldiers participated in the war which cost the lives of nearly a dozen Bonstocknian soldiers. If your soldiers participate in the reconstruction and occupation, they will do so under Bonstocknian and The Lone Alliance and other Coalition command."

King Clauro watched bemused as the two men gave their meaningless speaches. Finally, once they had finished he spoke:
"I see I cannot take this new 'stolen' land from you, Im sure your two nations have secured it like the ugly barbarians you are. Therefore I will not be declaring war on your disgusting little nations, It would be a waste of good time. The longer these talks continue the more I wish to vomit at your horrible presence. Let us terminate these talks now."

King Clauro watched bemused as the two men gave their meaningless speaches. Finally, once they had finished he spoke:
"I see I cannot take this new 'stolen' land from you, Im sure your two nations have secured it like the ugly barbarians you are. Therefore I will not be declaring war on your disgusting little nations, It would be a waste of good time. The longer these talks continue the more I wish to vomit at your horrible presence. Let us terminate these talks now."

Admiral O'Toole was getting pissed off. "What a coward, thinking he has any influence on international politics." The King shot back a dirty look and began to say something. She has had enough of this rhertoric, she walked up to the King and slapped him across the face. She then mumbled "Sexist Pig" as she walked back toward her seat.

Verta stood up and pointed. "The door is over there Mr.Clauro, don't let it hit you on the way out." He said smugly. "And as for 'little' don't talk Mr.56 million." He sat down as if he was done but then said, "Next time have someone else in your nation do the talking Mr.Clauro, because, pardon me but, you suck."

The guards turned their guns on the poor misinformed women. They had yet to put their safety on today.
"Ever touch me again, oh whore of satan, and you will die and burn in hell for all eternity."

OOC: Did I say little?

Oh i did. Oops

The guards turned their guns on the poor misinformed women. They had yet to put their safety on today.
"Ever touch me again, oh whore of satan, and you will die and burn in hell for all eternity."

Admiral O'Toole a product of the Leafanistani Genemodded people, snapped foward, in one fell swoop, she jumped up, and hit both guards in the head, grabbed their weapons and pulled, and the guards slammed into each other, knocking each other unconcious, she then proceded to unload both weapons. "Don't call me a whore." She then bent both barrels.

"Do anything and you won't leave this room alive Mr.Clauro." Verta said as the two LA soldiers unlatched their safety on their MP5s and pulled a pistol out, while Admiral O'Toole finished her attack. "When I emptied the clip from this pistol I might have left a bullet in the barrel, do you want to find out?" He kept it pointing at the king, "I suggest you leave Mr.Clauro, you are no longer welcome."

OOC: Ill edit this if you want, but it adds some excitement.


The King stepped towards the crafts, waiting to bring him home.
"Hah your nations are little. They are composed of rat like administrators, who pay homage to the pen and paper. You make me sick. Good bye you foul beasts."
Suddenly the King pulled on a gas mask, alongside his two guards.
The King laughed.
"You should really have checked those two women more carefully. Instead you point me in the direction of the air filtering system. Im sure you can already feel the toxic gas, sapping your strength, weakening you for the innevitable."

OOC: Wow we should really wait for each other to post something first.

Admiral O'Toole uniform beeped, the little Hammer and Sickle grew redder, she could hear it, she shouted to some of the nearby maintainence workers "SHUT THAT OFF", she reached into her uniform, and pulled out an ultralight gas mask designed for ONI operations, she lunged forward and grabbed the King by his neck, pulled him toward an airvent, and fingered his mask. She whispered "Like irony?"

The King pressed his pistol into the womens gut;
"Yes I do." And pulled the trigger.

The King pressed his pistol into the womens gut;
"Yes I do." And pulled the trigger.

As with all Leafanistani uniforms, the Kevlar took the brunt of it, however, Admiral O'Toole still fell over, taking the King's mask off as she fell, bruised and dazed.

OOC: Wow I want some of that body armour! Point blank range bullet stopped!

A body guard stood, his pretense at unconciousness over.
Giving the king the mask, he turned his SMG on the group of people and fired, bullets hammering everywhere. The other bodyguard tossed a grenade, and the 3 men fled the room, only stopping at the air ventilation room.
Gun shots were heard.

"As we said Mr.Clauro," The Verta said, panting a little from the Gas effects, "You won't leave here alive, Get him!" He yelled as the guards pulled their guns into position, one downing the last Frozopian guard as he left the room.

OOC: Wow I want some of that body armour! Point blank range bullet stopped!

A body guard stood, his pretense at unconciousness over.
Giving the king the mask, he turned his SMG on the group of people and fired, bullets hammering everywhere. The other bodyguard tossed a grenade, and the 3 men fled the room, only stopping at the air ventilation room.
Gun shots were heard.

OOC: All Leafanistani Dress uniforms are made of ballistic nylon fibers laced with tungsten, given them a goldish appearence while still being white. Also, Kelvar is required to be worn for most of our dignataries, part of the paranoid "Better safe than sorry". I thought the SMG was unloaded. Odd.

Admiral O'Toole lay on the ground dazed as SMG rounds flew over her head, she quickly righted herself to see those bastards running. She ran to a box and grabbed her Plastic Caseless 6.5mm pistol, and several of her plastic throwing knives. She gave chase.

EDIT: Yes, I did RP something similar where I mentioned that all high ranking officers are given a lot of protection this way. Portable gas detectors I got via Telegram from an ally, I know a lot of my stuff sounds godmodish, I am just extreemmly paranoid with my important people.

OOC: We were ordered to put safeties on, but we didn't do that today (posted somewhere, or at least hinted.)
IC:
1 Guard without the gas mask turned to face the pursuit. He was dying, but he would die williningly for the king. The mad women rounded the corner, to face the guard shouldering his SMG and firing into the pursuit.

OOC: We were ordered to put safeties on, but we didn't do that today (posted somewhere, or at least hinted.)
IC:
1 Guard without the gas mask turned to face the pursuit. He was dying, but he would die williningly for the king. The mad women rounded the corner, to face the guard shouldering his SMG and firing into the pursuit.

She saw him turn around and ducked behind the corner, bullets pinging off the wall, she fired her 6.5 mm pistol blindly counting the number of rounds left in the High Capacity helical clip (20).

The Bullets whipped past the guard, deflecting off the walls.

The King and his body guard ran onwards. A ship was already prepared for their planned exit (OOC: It was meant to end today, and we were ending it.)
Alot of the ships crew were starting to feel a weakness, but a standing pilot was driven into the ship, a gun at his head.
"Bring us home. Or die!"

She heard the gunfire cease as the guard struggled to reload, she turned the corner, gripped a plastic throwing knife, and threw it, it flew quickly, the guard looked up, and the knife embedded itself in his head right between the eyes. He dropped to the ground.

OOC: I'm going on vacation in about 15 minutes, have to catch my train, I'll let you get away and Admiral O'Toole will report back to Leafanistani Command.

The Two LA soldiers followed Admiral O'Toole in a partial crouched position, they weren't sure if the Gas was ground hugging or lighter than air so they kept their breathing in the parts where they felt that the gas hadn't reached.
"Ms. O'Toole, we have your back!" one said running up.

-Conference room-
"Does anyone have a clue on what this could be?" Verta said, "Sarin, Zilkion B, Carbon Monoxide?" "We need to get off this floor, and evacuate the ship, Either way Frozopia has just slit their own throats."

The guard died, brains and blood spilling from the edges of the knife. But just before he died, he knew he had been successful.
The small Tangent personnel craft pushed out of the main ship, accelerating into the atmosphere.
"Pilot. Your destination is Frozopia, Tropan city air base TA1. Here are the co-ordinates. Move!"
The Tangent began entry and its descent to Frozopia...

OOC: Im going on holiday on the 16th till the 30th, so there will probably be a war or whatever on my return.

Lord Harald tried his best to ignore the situation unfolding. "People, please remain calm!" he said, before his guards had him take cover below the desk. As the chaos went down, Lord Harald went up to speak.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began his speech, "distinguished delegates, we are gathered here today to form a lasting peace around which the entire world can operate. The past weeks have witnessed the rise and fall of a dangerous adversary, 10790. He has declared war recklessly, and used weapons of untold destruction with ruthless disregard for innocent lives. It was only the swift and descisive action of the international community that stopped this threat in its tracks. Now we come today to end once and for all the terror that was 10790's old self, and forge from the ashes of destruction a new era of prosperity and stability.

"First, however, we must put into place the peace that will last. The Senate and People of the Federal Republic of Bonstock, in cooperation with the Coalition of Nations Against 10790, placed forward these four terms for peace with 10790. I would like to read them to the delegates.

"First, the Dictatorship of 10790 must not declare war on any nation without the permission of the Coalition of Nations unless its territory or people have been explicitly attacked.

"Second, the Dictatorship of 10790 must submit to a military occupation by the Coalition of Nations for an indefinate period of time.

"Third, that the Dictatorship of 10790 must limit the size of its armies to no more then 0.5% of its population, and must relinquish all strategic bombers, intercontinental ballistic missiles, and ballistic missile submarines.

"Fourth, that the Dictatorship of 10790 must relinquish all weapons of mass destruction, including but not exclusive to nuclear, chemical, biological, and radiological weapons, and must submit to regular Coalition inspections to verify that.

"If these conditions are met, then Big Brother will be allowed to remain in power. In addition, I would like to comment that it was only a great and descisive effort by the international community that ended Big Brother's reign of terror. However, there are yet more nations who seek to do just what he has done, attacking nations and using weapons of great destruction with utter disregard for innocent human life. We must make sure that that it ended for good. I call upon the nations present to form a Coalition of Nations determined to bring peace to the world. We will band together, and fight the agressors and rogue states like 10790 that continue to plague the world. Only then can a lasting peace be achieved. Thank you honorable delegates." He folded his paper and sat down.

OOC: Oh dear you missed alot.

"Thank you Bonstock but this isn't the time," Verta said, "Don't worry people we're taking care of it," Two Braxis VI officers said walking in, "We've activated the failsafes, and we'll get some medics up here for treatment, meantime stay calm and try not to move too much." They turned and walked off. "Well then I guess we can continue the talks then Bonstock, but I'd like to add a new issue, The declaration of war on Frozopia." He said crawling back in his chair."

(OOC: I was tired of everyone dying, and they would have a backup system somewhere. But to excuse Leafanistan's absence, O'Toole is badly wounded and can't return to the meeting.)

OOC:
I will make the war thread on my return and TG you guys.

<OOC: What the f- I missed a lot..>

The commander would slowly swivel around in his chair for a few moments, looking around from after the chaos. There was more than one air filtering system in the peacekeeper active, no gasses whatsoever would be circulating through the ventilation system, everyone was safe from that thread.

The peacekeeper however wasn't too heavily guarded from within, and a handful of Braxian guards would've been injured and taken to med-bays, along with any other walking wounded that requested support.

The Froztopian ship however, would find that three very sturdy Rexx shield generators would have already been activated, trapping their "Escape ship" firmly within the confines of the peacekeeper. To top that the electronic warfare bays flickered to life - Stopping the ship in its tracks, the dock doors wouldn't open either.

The Froztopian leader would be trapped in the sealed dock and Braxian troops would begin to flood the bay, all armed with hybrid hand-held railguns. This indeed would be an interesting showdown.

The ships commander would take but a few moments to contact the control tower at the head of the ship, ensuring everyone's safety. The bay doors were then locked from the inside, no one would be getting out, yet reinforcements would happily be able to get in.

"Ugh.. That was.. Unexpected. As for discussing for on Froztopia, then sobeit. Braxis VI will help I'm sure, if you send them a telegram. I'm going to have to leave you few gentlemen here while I head off and get this atrocious mess cleaned up."

"You should really have checked those two women more carefully. Instead you point me in the direction of the air filtering system. Im sure you can already feel the toxic gas, sapping your strength, weakening you for the innevitable."

<OOC: We decided a couple of fillies from the planet surface would suffice, I didnt point you in the direction of any gas filtering system, but that's okay, I cleared that up in a previous post.. We can just say you "found" it, hehe>

Well when asking for some beauties you pointed me to the carbon dioxide or monoxied cant remember filters.

The general barged in through the door, half awake, half tired.

"Why the HELL was I woken up by gunfire on this ship!" he grumbled "Someone better fess up or else I'll do something you might regret!"

He sat down and grumbled. Checking the scenes for the past actions that had recently checking place, and began to learn what happened. He could smell the potent smell of the ballistic discharge. The shot had been fired in this area, but he couldn't tell who did it by smell alone.

The general barged in through the door, half awake, half tired.

"Why the HELL was I woken up by gunfire on this ship!" he grumbled "Someone better fess up or else I'll do something you might regret!"

He sat down and grumbled. Checking the scenes for the past actions that had recently checking place, and began to learn what happened. He could smell the potent smell of the ballistic discharge. The shot had been fired in this area, but he couldn't tell who did it by smell alone.
"Okay but you aren't going to like it," Verta said, "Frozopia had planned to kill all of us, he sabatoged the air filter on this floor and attempted to kill the Leafanistan delagate. "The gunfire smell was when my troops opened fire on the Fleeing Frozopians, right now the Frozopians are trapped in the hanger bay and the Leafanistan delagate is in medbay, we also all have mild Carbon Monoxide posioning which will eventually need rest to recover from." Verta looked at the Generals enraged face. "I knew you wouldn't like it."

Lord Harald tried his best to ignore the situation unfolding. "People, please remain calm!" he said, before his guards had him take cover below the desk. As the chaos went down, Lord Harald went up to speak.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began his speech, "distinguished delegates, we are gathered here today to form a lasting peace around which the entire world can operate. The past weeks have witnessed the rise and fall of a dangerous adversary, 10790. He has declared war recklessly, and used weapons of untold destruction with ruthless disregard for innocent lives. It was only the swift and descisive action of the international community that stopped this threat in its tracks. Now we come today to end once and for all the terror that was 10790's old self, and forge from the ashes of destruction a new era of prosperity and stability.

"First, however, we must put into place the peace that will last. The Senate and People of the Federal Republic of Bonstock, in cooperation with the Coalition of Nations Against 10790, placed forward these four terms for peace with 10790. I would like to read them to the delegates.

"First, the Dictatorship of 10790 must not declare war on any nation without the permission of the Coalition of Nations unless its territory or people have been explicitly attacked.

"Second, the Dictatorship of 10790 must submit to a military occupation by the Coalition of Nations for an indefinate period of time.

"Third, that the Dictatorship of 10790 must limit the size of its armies to no more then 0.5% of its population, and must relinquish all strategic bombers, intercontinental ballistic missiles, and ballistic missile submarines.

"Fourth, that the Dictatorship of 10790 must relinquish all weapons of mass destruction, including but not exclusive to nuclear, chemical, biological, and radiological weapons, and must submit to regular Coalition inspections to verify that.

"If these conditions are met, then Big Brother will be allowed to remain in power. In addition, I would like to comment that it was only a great and descisive effort by the international community that ended Big Brother's reign of terror. However, there are yet more nations who seek to do just what he has done, attacking nations and using weapons of great destruction with utter disregard for innocent human life. We must make sure that that it ended for good. I call upon the nations present to form a Coalition of Nations determined to bring peace to the world. We will band together, and fight the agressors and rogue states like 10790 that continue to plague the world. Only then can a lasting peace be achieved. Thank you honorable delegates." He folded his paper and sat down."Ha ha ha", laughed Big Brother as he slowly applauded. Smerking in a lazy expression, he continued, "Very good Harald, did you write that all by yourself; no matter. Id like to start by saying that other people's lifes are irrelivent to me and Ill prove it. You there, guard, come here!". The guard ran to Big Brother and presented him with a salute. "Very good", said Big Brother, "now hand me your weapon". "Yes sir!" barked the guard. "Now turn around.", instructed Big Brother; the guard turned around in which Big Brother put the gun to the guard's head and pulled the trigger, killing him instantly. "Now then", said Big Brother as he slid the gun down the table, "I agree not to go to war without your permission and I agree to give up all WMDs but I will not accept an occupation or a decrease in my military's size."

"Okay but you aren't going to like it," Verta said, "Frozopia had planned to kill all of us, he sabatoged the air filter on this floor and attempted to kill the Leafanistan delagate. "The gunfire smell was when my troops opened fire on the Fleeing Frozopians, right now the Frozopians are trapped in the hanger bay and the Leafanistan delagate is in medbay, we also all have mild Carbon Monoxide posioning which will eventually need rest to recover from." Verta looked at the Generals enraged face. "I knew you wouldn't like it."


"Get me my guns...It's time to finish this. No wonder I felt sleepy." he grumbled.

The general was not one of those just commanding wussies, he always was at the front line with his men. Charging into battle with them. A couple of armed guards is nothing with his armor and some good planning!

Big Brother put the gun to the guard's head and pulled the trigger, killing him instantly.

Big Brother would feel an extremely sharp pang of pain against his left cheek, the piercing pain of a tranquiliser dart jabbing into the side of his face. A Braxian guard sauntered over to him, and in Big Brothers last moments of conciousness, yelled quite loudly. "NO FUCKING GUNFIRE!"

Big brother would drift off to sleep and perhaps awaken some time later in his sleeping quarters, stripped of all firearms. Peacekeeper was now under siege from the inside, and the Braxians wouldn't take any of this, especially when they were just trying to SETTLE these arguments!

Ali O Han, the ship's captain was beside the dock entrance, flowing ten more soliders in full kevlar armour into the bay. They stood, knelt and lied down, all guns focusing on the side of the Froztopian escape ship, armed and ready. A loadspeaker blared out in a fuzzy voice..

"Discard your weapons, and come out of the ship with your hands up! Failure to comply will result in a concentrated volley of fire upon your position! I repeat, discard your weapons and come out with your hands up!"

The message was quite clear - No one messes with the Braxians on their own ship, and expects to get away without punishment.

"Sir we are trapped."
"Damn! All this modern technology. Hm. Can we get a radio link with Frozopia?"
"I think so sir. Give me 25 minutes."
He took 15.
"General Phillips."
"Yes, your majesty?"
"Should never have come here, you were right. They ambushed me. Publicise what happened."
"Yes, your majesty."
"We need allies man. Prepare for the eventuality of my death."
"Yes, your majesty. The Prince is home now, safe from rebel harm. He has matured to. He looks more like a man."
"Tell him I love him, and he makes me proud."
"Yes your majesty."

Frozopia news and war thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9431551#post9431551)

<Cross Posted>

And what of Braxis VI? Were the Froztopians at war with this fledging young nation, whose only ambition was to call to peace the nations involved? Commander Ali O Han certainly hoped not as he sprinted for the control room, immediately calling in the Command Ship Bloodraider and the two Battleships, Matriarch and Splinter, alongside the Orbital Bombardment weapon, pounder. These were simply for defence though, for now. The commander allterted the other nations who seemed to be milling around and idly shooting their bodyguards about the calling in of his sisterships.

"I'm bringing in Braxian Reinforcements!" He spluttered, having just ran a good twohundred metres of corridoor. Eyes met with the bloody body of a 10790 bodyguard, but he simply shrugged it off. "Uh.. I'd like to propose an alliance with TLA and Bonstock against Froztopia, we have their ruler trapped in our docking bay. As for 10790? I've no quarms with him, you two can do what you wish.." He paused for a moment and stepped through the door.

A security guard held up his tranquilser gun and 'O Han understood. "I see, I see.. Well what do you say? My ships will be here in half an hour once they've set off. I can either drop you all back down to the planet's surface and go back home, or I can join up with you and sort out Froztopia.. What'll it be?"

Meanwhile, in the control room of the Peacekeeper, countermeasures were put into place to silence any more radio transmissions from the dock. Polital propaganda wasn't something they enjoyed blaring out from their hull.

And in the dock? The simple message telling the Froztopian leader to exit unarmed blared once again. All soliders loaded 15cm lead rails into their guns and set them to active.

"Your majesty, you cannot die today."
The King sighed, "You are right."
Walking out, hands in the air stepped the King.

OOC: So Kjata is gonna get left out with no alliance ties? o.O

OOC: So Kjata is gonna get left out with no alliance ties? o.O
<OOC: Apologies, I knew I missed someone out. There are six different nations here, and it'll all god a little confusing. Rest assured 'O Han also asked for Kjata's support and requested an alliance.>

OOC: I need me bed. This can continue tomorrow.

<OOC: Apologies, I knew I missed someone out. There are six different nations here, and it'll all god a little confusing. Rest assured 'O Han also asked for Kjata's support and requested an alliance.>

Accepted, Kjata is also small, but very adept at urban warfare.

"Ha ha ha", laughed Big Brother as he slowly applauded. Smerking in a lazy expression, he continued, "Very good Harald, did you write that all by yourself; no matter. Id like to start by saying that other people's lifes are irrelivent to me and Ill prove it. You there, guard, come here!". The guard ran to Big Brother and presented him with a salute. "Very good", said Big Brother, "now hand me your weapon". "Yes sir!" barked the guard. "Now turn around.", instructed Big Brother; the guard turned around in which Big Brother put the gun to the guard's head and pulled the trigger, killing him instantly. "Now then", said Big Brother as he slid the gun down the table, "I agree not to go to war without your permission and I agree to give up all WMDs but I will not accept an occupation or a decrease in my military's size."

Lord Harald laughed. "You're very bold," he said. He turned to his female assistant. "Colonel Lin, tell the Air Force to dispatch four wings of bombers with carpet incendiary load to strike the capital of 10790 immidiately. I want so much napalm on that city that it burns for months!"

"Yes, sir!" Lin responded. She quickly got up and left the room.

"As I am a gentlemen, as we all are here, I will give you the opperatunity to agree to the terms now, since I am sure that since your people elected you, they want you to keep their safety at the forefront. I can cancel the order I just sent with ease, and you can have a few hours to think it over if you wish." He presented the document with the terms to Big Brother from across the table, with a pen, "Sign here, and you will remain dictator, and we will spare your lives. Don't, and millions will perish, and you will hang like a dog in the Bonstocknian capital of Port Yuko. Of course, the decision is perfectly up to you, your excellency."