NationStates Jolt Archive

The messages had went out in many tongues; on many frequencies that a curious sort of parley was requested. On a neutral world; in a neutral system; where the hand of Empire, Imperium and Federation had not yet touched, they would meet. Marcus De Drakan had called forth the council of the Federation that they would have talks and parley. Yet the dread Emperor himself would not leave his stronghold and sanctuary; instead, a Diplomat would meet them.

Wine flowed from a glass jug into a goblet; as a gauntleted hand reached up and took the metal cup from the hand which offered it; raising it to wearied, pallored lips. Pale, almost snow white flesh graced her countenance, as she sipped softly upon the fine substance that now graced and moistened her throat. She was garbed all in black; robes and armor gleaming with an unnatural sheen as she chuckled slightly; awaiting the arrival of her guests.

Lady Elsabet Prestor smiled softly, raising the glass once again to her lips; looking skywards. It was a fine day; a fine day for dark deeds of diplomacy.

Dusanyu walked through the throne room one last time. It had been quiet of late which was good for an Emperor but bad for an Admiral. He had left the GFFA meeting due to issues that had to be settled with The Federal Union which was a welcomed distraction to be away from poltical bore. He had left Lamia there to take charge of the meeting and to deal with any other matters that may arise.

Commander Lexshue had been assigned to duties patroling the capital's core area and was monitoring all energy readings. The transmission had finally hit on an Abh dialect that she could understand. Her cape flew behind her while her command saber moved with the back of her hips. The tight uniform accenting her curves as she moved. "Your highness. There is something here that you should read." She handed the Emperor the paper with a blank expression.

Dusanyu eyes scanned back and forth as it moved down the page, mumbling to himself while he read. He calmly lowered the page and folded it in half and then again. He handed it back over to Lexshue as he eyed her. "Send this to Lamia and instruct him to make it public to those that are gathered. Your other task is to wake Commander Atosuryua. The both of you are to take two Whitestars from the Head-Hunter squadron and await outside for the Excalibur to arrive. Once it is here, I will board it and we will attend the meeting."

The woman saluted with two fingers next to her tiarra and walked out of the throne room. Atosuryua's quarters was her first destination, hopefully she wasn't asleep yet.

In fifteen minutes, two Whitestars and the Victory Class Destroyer, Excalibur, had formed up outside of the Capital. A jump gate was opened as they made their way to the appointed nuetral territory.

Baileygates quickly left the meeting, and boarded her shuttle, notes and briefcase and bodyguards in hand. They boarded their shuttle, and soon headed home ot Luxembourgia. The message from the Chronosians convinced Baileygates she needed a People's Acolyte, somebody who could keep up with the slippery Chronosians. They had been good to the Workers, but who knows...

The trip was quick, an Acolyte got onboard. Then, escorted by two Mao Zedong IIIs under a flag of truce, their shuttle arrived at the neutral area set up by the Chronosians....

Tancred K'Tan, 18 year-old heir of the Federated Suns of Starenell, sat in his booth in the Colesseum on Solaris, watching the gladatorial 'Mech combat. He cheered all who fought well, and watched the mistakes of those who did not. An aide walked into his booth, barely noticed. "Milord Tancred" "Yes Jandar?" "A message has arrived from Avalon sire" Tancred grimaced, this could mean only one thing, his father wanted him to do something. "Bring it here." "Yes Milord." A few minutes later Jandar reappeared, holding a verifaxed envelope. Tancred took the paper, opened it, read it. "Fun" Grumbled Tancred. "What Milord?" "Nothing Jandar. We must leave now. We are going to parlay with Chronosia." Tancred walked out of the booth "I hate diplomacy."

A WarShip arrived in-system, a few days later. A hail arrived from the Staric ship, requesting permission to land.

Were the ships to land, which they were free to do, as the people of the world encouraged them to embrace the idyllic lifestyle that now surrounded them; were they to be led forth to meet the 'Esteemed Guest' who had come amongst them, they would be faced with the fair visage of her. She smiled softly, watching them almost as a hawk watches it's favored prey; her nose wrinkling slightly, arms folded across her waist, just below her breasts; eyes, seeming black and red and green all at once, shimmering as they analysed them.

"Welcome." She smirked, giggling softly. "I don't expect you to be the first, nor the last of your order to come here, to respond to my Master's most generous offer of diplomacy" A teasing smile, a flash of white teeth. She raised a hand, fingernails engraved jewels and precious metals; some gleaming in obsidian and ruby; others alight with gold, platinum; emerald and sapphire. Ornate tattoos seemed to slither from the sleeves and neck of her robe; hidden, yet teasingly glanced like umbral echoes.

"I am Elsabet Prestor; a cog in the beautiful machine; a Countess in the high order of Chronosia. I have married into the High Lords; and am, in my own right, a power in my land. And so it is, that I come before you, in diplomacy. In peace. For my Master has no will to make war with you; nor to make enemies of you...All. In the olden days, New Dornalia, Abh and Neo Zeta all called themselves our friend; so we seek to re-establish the old bonds; drown the old hatreds."

Dusanyu rested his cheeck on his fist. He sat there pondering new battle tactics from reading histories and gaining experience from the present. His mind began to wander towards a possible wife he should take. That thought was quickly dismissed. A wife? What in the name of the Abh was he thinking? Thoughts began to wander towards just women in general which brought a grin to his face.

A small golden bird with bulging red eyes landed on the Emperor's shouders and disrupted him from his thoughts. He looked to his shoulder and sighed. "I wish the Betterman council would inform me when they plan to arrive. I hate it when you sneak up on me like that. Do you spy on my bedchamber?"

No response. "What are you here for then?"

The lipid channel began working in response. To observe. Dusanyu only sighed.

A large surge of energy formed in the system of the appointed meeting. A blue jump gate formed as the three ships moved into normal space.

Transmission to Chronosian representative~

The Emperor of the Abh Empire is here to personally oversee this discussion. Requesting coordinates to land shuttle. The party will contain the Emperor and two female commanders.

Asuke was about to have her first experience making first contact with the Chronosians, a people who's reputation was heard even within the isolated confines of Sovereignty. Asuke wasted no time, in making her way to the neutral territory specified. A small task force of 2 Preamus Battlecarriers accompanied a small diplomatic cruiser. The Sovereignty was taking no chances with a nation famous for its dark and devious ways. The BC's took up orbit over the world as the smaller cruiser descended into the atmosphere.

The vessel made it's landing, and Asuke simply waited for the others to make their move first.

OOC: Meh, the point is I kinda expect you to go straight to her; so post landing, being led to her and let the diplomacy commence :)

Baileygates landed, and was led, Acolyte and all, to the waiting Countess.

She then curtsied and said,after listening to the speech, "We too, have no ill will towards you. After all, like you said, the Workers State and the Imperium joined forces as friends once, in our case, to ensure the New Dornalian claim to the New Territories."

She then said, after nodding to her Acolyte retainer, "So, I believe the first thing to do, then, would be to negotiate some kind of continued Non-Aggression Agreement between Chronosia and the Workers State, as well as a Trade Agreement. After all, your technologies proved to be valuable gifts, and we are most grateful."

Two thunderbolt fighters launched from the Excalibur. Lexshue and Atosuryua shared one fighter while Dusanyu was accompanied by a member of the Betterman Council and a small gift in the back. That is it all depended how the meeting went.

The two fighters landed and both commanders hopped out and made their way to the Emperor. Dusanyu climbed out with the bird still perched on his shoulder. Atosuryua leaned in and grabbed the iron case. Lexshue quickened her pace to help with the other side.

The Emperor lead the way to meet the Countess while Lexshue and Atosuryua followed close behind each carrying a side of the case. Their long blue capes bellowed in the wind. Their form fitting military uniforms soaked up the light in their hues of blue and gray. Their command sabers rocked back and forth while their golden hilts glinted. Dusanyu's golden tiarra outshined it all as he approached.

His long blue hair reached down below his shoulders and his purple eyes scanned the area around.

(OOC: Ah, Ok.)

IC:

Upon landing, Asuke rushed out, and made her way into the meeting room.
She quietly took a seat and looked at the outrageously dressed women. {If this is going to set the tone for the rest of this...} Asuke thought to herself.

The message had been read by Praetor Rei she her self had been very Pro Chronosia during the Republic wars. A past she kept hidden from the members of the G.F.F.A. Only of many secrets this women held. She dressed in her G.F.F.A preators uniform but also kept the sword given to Neo Zetan Admirals at her side.

She took the Eclipse Class Lion Heart fresh from action. The ship exited hyperspace after a few hours. Rei took a shuttle to the meeting area and the landing area assigned. She had a mission to do a very importent one at that. And at the same time had to keep things secret.

She slowly walked into the meeting room and saw the chronosian women.

" I am Rei Zephons Praetor of the G.F.F.A and Admiral of Neo Zetas Crimson Fleet." She slightly bowed.

In a cautious move, the Patriarch has decided to send one of the members of the Diplomatic Corps of Jurai.

In a reddish diplomatic cruiser, low-level diplomat Grayson Chevin was a fairly young man, though sharp in the ways of diplomacy. He was considered a rising star, slated to go higher someday. Brown hair covers his head and a small beard and moustache covered his face. A pair of hazel eyes gazed out at the neutral planet as the cruiser descended down to the planet.

Shortly, it landed, disgorging the diplomat, unarmed. He was lead to the Countess' position along with the other diplomats.

Lips curled into a smile as she stepped forward. "So nice of you all to come; all of you and all your accomplishments" She surveyed the diplomats and their guards. "Admirable to see that even a Coredian can stand our presence. I would know all of your names, all of your homes; all of your...Allegiences" She tittered softly. "All in good time, of course."

She turned first to the New Dornalian diplomat, slinking forward, raising a hand to ponder with a finger upon her lips. "A non-aggression treaty? Perhaps even trade; why we are straight-forward, aren't we? Direct, almost Brazen..." She sighed lightly, inhaling deeply as she turned to survey them all. "In time, perhaps; but first, eat, drink. Surely your long trips have exhausted you." She sipped once again upon the wine. "If life is not meant to be enjoyed, replete with all it's pleasures; then why would Slaanesh gift us so with them?" She paid no mind to her utterance of such a blasphemous names; instead raising the glass as in a toast, and then drinking once again.

"So; where do we begin? Questions? Queries? I know you all have some..."

Once he reached the Cheops after leaving the G.F.F.A. meeting, Holy Emperor Nathan Hale Bridger sent out a message that would be relayed to Alantis. Field Marshall Gun Grave was being ordered to attend the meeting with the Chronosian representative.

Atlantis - Hanger Bay

After a final check, Field Marshall Gun Grave (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Character%20Pics/gungrave.jpg) launched in his personnel Cosmo Jaguar long-range fighter, the I.S.S. Hellgazer. Once clear of Atlantis, the ship slipped into a Hyperspace Window.

Five hours later

The Hellgazer, slid out of a Hyperspace window in orbit of the neutral planet that Chronosia had designated as the meeting site. A message was sent down.

This is Field Marshall Gun Grave, representing the Holy Empire of SeaQuest. Holy Emperor Nathan Hale Bridger, as the one who chose to join the G.F.F.A, has ordered me to represent our interests. I now request landing permission and co-ordinates of a landing site.
OOC: Last post for the night.

OOC: I told you already just to land and arrive; I want this started ASAP :)

Tancred left his ship, with a small retinue. Four body guards, with sidearms, and Alaethe, his chief aid, were with him. Tancred wore the warriors saber at his side as well as a knife, normally concealed but today allowed to show slightly. He greeted the countess and bowed. Tancred viewed the room and waited.

The three Abh found a seat off to the side. Lexshue and Atosuryua laid the case down next to the Emperor's chair while they took a seat on each side of him.

Dusanyu moved his long hair behind one of his pointed ears and grabbed for a glass of red wine. Commander Atosuryua poured a white wine for herself and plopped back down. She sat there twirling it around in the glass before taking a drink. Dusanyu sat there sipping his red wine slowly waiting for everything to begin. Commander Lexshue sat there with her arms crossed below her chest and watched the gathered representatives.

Diplomat Chevin slips into a chair on a long side of the table. He cautiously takes a drink, finding it sweet for once.

OOC: I told you already just to land and arrive; I want this started ASAP :)

OOC: Oops. Sorry, 'bout that. I was tired and I guess I missed that. I'll go ahead and RP it as if the permission was granted and co-ordinates were sent.

IC: Grave landed the Hellgazer next to the indicated building and exited his customized craft. His Cerberus pistols nestled in their hip holsters.

Few minutes later...

Grave entered the room and looked around. He nodded at the others in greeting.

Rei sat down along side the Abh Delegation as slowly took a sip of her drink. Her eyes took note of every little thing. She waited for one of the others to speak first. She did not need to rush the things she wanted to know.

Grave sat down in one of the empty seats. His bulk filling it up. Any larger, and he wouldn't have fit in the chair. Not one for talking, he opened his ears and listened.

Lips curled into a smile as she stepped forward. "So nice of you all to come; all of you and all your accomplishments" She surveyed the diplomats and their guards. "Admirable to see that even a Coredian can stand our presence. I would know all of your names, all of your homes; all of your...Allegiences" She tittered softly. "All in good time, of course."

She turned first to the New Dornalian diplomat, slinking forward, raising a hand to ponder with a finger upon her lips. "A non-aggression treaty? Perhaps even trade; why we are straight-forward, aren't we? Direct, almost Brazen..." She sighed lightly, inhaling deeply as she turned to survey them all. "In time, perhaps; but first, eat, drink. Surely your long trips have exhausted you." She sipped once again upon the wine. "If life is not meant to be enjoyed, replete with all it's pleasures; then why would Slaanesh gift us so with them?" She paid no mind to her utterance of such a blasphemous names; instead raising the glass as in a toast, and then drinking once again.

"So; where do we begin? Questions? Queries? I know you all have some..."

Baileygates looked at her Acolyte retainer, who nodded and gave her a weird look. She then Force-communicated with Baileygates: "Eyes wide."

Baileygates then said, inquisitively, "Ah yes....you say there are refreshments? Then I will have some wine, as well, it looks to be a fine vintage."

Asuke looked around at the refreshments present. {Ugh, alchocol...} It might seem strange to some, but of all things that Eshirians couldn't handle, it was any alchoholic drink... No one knows for sure why, but for Asuke, it was all too clear. She tried to drink a sip, and picked up the wine. She brought it to her lips and took a wiff, predictably, she almost gagged. She quickly set down the glass, and glanced around nervously, hoping no one saw her. With a sigh, Asuke began to look for other refreshments...

With reference to Baileygates, she asked, "So...your people have contacted these Chronosians before?"

(OOC: My "race" is kinda wierd sometimes...)

Asuke looked around at the refreshments present. {Ugh, alchocol...} It might seem strange to some, but of all things that Eshirians couldn't handle, it was any alchoholic drink... No one knows for sure why, but for Asuke, it was all too clear. She tried to drink a sip, and picked up the wine. She brought it to her lips and took a wiff, predictably, she almost gagged. She quickly set down the glass, and glanced around nervously, hoping no one saw her. With a sigh, Asuke began to look for other refreshments...

With reference to Baileygates, she asked, "So...your people have contacted these Chronosians before?"

(OOC: My "race" is kinda wierd sometimes...)

Baileygates replied, "Yes. In the settlement of the New Territories, the Chronosians defended our claim to the area, and prevented a major war from breaking out with other parties, such as Xessmithia. Also, their contacts with Marshal Shinseki provided our people with the groundwork for a lot of our present firepower."

Dusanyu smiled at Rei. "Well hello Preator. Glad to see you here."

Commander Lexshue smiled seeing Asuke gagging on the wine. She reached down to her belt and pulled out a small cantine. She swirled it around as she held it up. "Excuse me miss..."

As a result from his past as a very successful hit-man, he was always aware of his surroundings. Thus, when he noticed Asuke's reaction to the wine of the corner of his remaining eye, he snorted. He looked at the spread on the table and tried to identify some of the items while he listened to the other's conversations.

Having received word of the meeting from the Empire's allies, Supreme Overlord Choka ordered High Prefect Nom Anor, Prefect of Yuuzhan'tar, Orchestrator of the Destruction of Sector 2334, Chief Diplomat and Head of Imperial Intelligence to attend the meeting. Arriving in his personal Suuv Ban D'Krid corvette, the High Prefect made his way to the surface and the meeting accompanied by a half dozen warriors.

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High Prefect Nom Anor

Nom Anor entered the meeting chamber at the head of his guard contingent with the usual arrogance and air of superiority typical of his species but amplified many times. He glanced contemptuously around the room at those he considered inferior, which constituted the entire chamber. He casually strolled, followed by the warriors, to the seat at the opposite end of the table from the Chronosian host. Sparing another contemptous glance around the table, he sat back and waited for the meeting to begin.

Dusanyu smiled at Rei. "Well hello Preator. Glad to see you here."

Commander Lexshue smiled seeing Asuke gagging on the wine. She reached down to her belt and pulled out a small cantine. She swirled it around as she held it up. "Excuse me miss..."

Asuke's eyes looked up. Nervously, Asuke replied, "Uweh, yes?"

Commander Lexshue smiled as she stood up taking the cantine with her. Her short blue hair just reached below her ears as it swayed back and forth with her movements. She tucked her saber more securely in her belt as she moved her cape more comfortable behind her.

Her yellow eyes glowed back at Asuke when she reached her. She smiled. "I believe you might like this more if alcohol is not to your liking. It's flavored water. I tend to like it more than wine myself. I was wondering if you would like some."

Commander Lexshue smiled as she stood up taking the cantine with her. Her short blue hair just reached below her ears as it swayed back and forth with her movements. She tucked her saber more securely in her belt as she moved her cape more comfortable behind her.

Her yellow eyes glowed back at Asuke when she reached her. She smiled. "I believe you might like this more if alcohol is not to your liking. It's flavored water. I tend to like it more than wine myself. I was wondering if you would like some."

Asuke looked at the women offering her the drink. {Blue hair...} She thought to herself observantly. She was an interesting character, her movements and her piercing eyes made for quite an impression on Asuke.

"Hm, only if you didn't drink from that directly..."

Grave watched as more representatives arrived. Already, he had calculated where to aim his Cerberus Guns as a result of a combination of his training and his insticts. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to demonstrate his abilities at this meeting. He moved one gloved hand to rest on the arm of his chair as he waited for the meeting to start.

"Now-" She continued, almost enthused now; or at least seeming so to those now in her company; her guests, a precious thought really. "If we are all assembled, I am sure we can begin. Can we not? I would have it that we be, if not friends, at least civil; as such, I have made preparations in the event of my...Coming to harm." She giggled softly, turning from them, pacing from one side and then to the other; seeming dainty; almost harmless. "In that event, my associates in orbit will have no choice but to incinerate the world; as such, I would advise us both to remain on good terms."

"Now; to the meat of the matter, as it were. We wish to make sure that the G.F.F.A will never stand to be a threat to the Imperium. My Master holds many of you in high regard, as both friends and enemies; but certain...Elements cannot, and will not be ignored. We request pacts of peace and trade; an assurance that you shall not raise your hand against your betters." She grinned, gleaming white, sharpened, teeth alighting in the sunlight; she sipped her wine once more. "A delightful mixture, is it not? Sweetened with the essence of sentients who gave up their existence for the Black Prince; a major component of countless narcotic compounds." She sighed.

Tancred grimaced when he heard of the essence in the wine, he was glad he had not tried it. "Our betters, hmm? Perhaps the betters of one or two of us, but certainly not all of us." He waited for a reply.

"You are obviously not acquainted with the arrogance of one chosen by the Gods." She chuckled softly. "In the eyes of Chaos we surpass each and everyone of you; we have no shame in our arrogance; in our pride. We possess a cunning and a might that makes us a powerful player, in war or politics. I do not presume to call you all inferior; but it may appear that way."

She moved again, languid, silky movements. "We offer the hand of peace and prosperity and you prattle about semantics. Let us not drift from the issue at hand; tell truth...And shame the devil"

Asuke looked at the women offering her the drink. {Blue hair...} She thought to herself observantly. She was an interesting character, her movements and her piercing eyes made for quite an impression on Asuke.

"Hm, only if you didn't drink from that directly..."

Lexshue grinned. "We are quite a clean people. I would not have offered it to you if I had drank from it first." She grabbed a glass from a nearby table and filled it half way with the water. Inside the glass, there were light sparkles as rays of light beamed down into the water.

She handed the glass over. "It should have a mixture of fruit flavors and such as it rolls over various taste buds of your tongue. If you do not like it then I have something else that may help erase the alcohol in the wine."

Dusanyu smirked. "Pride is to be expected in a room with such company as this. We Abriels have our fair share of it."

He brought both hands up as he rested his elbows on the table. His fingers entertwined as they hid his chin and mouth. "As far as agression towards the Chronosians or members of your alliance, then that is something you do not have to fear from the GFFA. The purpose of the alliance was founded for peace itself where alligned nations would watch each others backs in the event a nation decided to become imperialistic and invade our allies. The purpose was for mutual defense and trading between all our nations. You misunderstood if you believed we had our eyes aimed at expanding our own territories but I do agree that it is best to be prepared. The GFFA has no desire to wage war against anyone."

His grin widened. "Though individual nations do reserve the right to. If you want peace, then you may want to sign non agression pacts with every individual nation. But the GFFA has no problem with incooperating your nation into our trade."

Grave watched with beamused interest. The left side of his nose wrinkled in a sem-scowl when he heard of the 'essence' in the wine. The thought of drinking the dead did not sit well with him. For the first time at this meeting, he spoke. It was short, but it was to the point, as he usually does.

"The Holy Empire only expands in directions that do not have other nations."

"The Imperium expands where it pleases." She smirked again; watching the one who did not speak; she sighed at the narcotics flowing through her veins, shuddering slightly; mewling as she watched them. "The Gods guide our actions through their instrument; the Emperor. And while he is theirs; we are his; the Chronosian people are tools of conquest and over long centuries and milennia we have honed the art of war. Through the massed power of the Imperial Guard and the Legions of Space Marines; through the Imperial Navy who smite worlds from rim to core."

She tittered once more; moving forward again; before seating herself. "We are of course, willing to compromise with those in our path; even have diplomacy with them; but those foolish enough to refuse such parley; are often victims of their own folly"

Having listened a few moments, Nom Anor spoke without the aid of a tizowyrm. "I find it odd that our alliance, one that professes to be an organization of peace, refuses to create that peace when another nation seeks it. If the Chronosians want peace with the Galactic Alliance, then we must give it to them or else we would be hypocrites. If we are not at peace, then we are at war. If the Alliance will not make peace with Chronosia officially and on behalf of all members, then the Empire will be forced to do so on it's own account outside of the Alliance."

Grave spoke softly, "Diplomacy is a preferred method of the Holy Empire, but," he adds with a slight grin, "we know how to defend ourselves," he asks the Chronosian representative, "Terms?"

"If you truly wish peace with all members of the GFFA," The diplomat began. "Then end your wars with Jurai. End your eternal battles with the Jedi Order. End you animosities with the Masaki Family...and then, only then, will we talk."

The Emperor shook his head. "The wars with Jurai are of no concern to the Galactic Alliance since they are not a member. I must admit that open hostilities towards the Masaki Family should cease for the diplomacy to work. It makes no difference to me or the Abh nation if you like them or not but I do believe you could make an effort towards a cease fire so to speak." Dusanyu lifted his glass of wine and took another sip.

OOC: Abh, Jurai is CW's homeworld.

"To clarify for the honorable Abh delegate, our capital world is known as Jurai as well. For the purposes of this discussion, I mean that Jurai." The diplomat corrected.

OOC: Sorry, I have been sick for a few days.


The Imperial Mothership Kaiser beamed down the representaive of the Grand Shadow Empire of Deatharon Warmaster Marius Krell, along with four Ithkul Drones bodyguards.

Marius takes a seat and saids telepathicaly,

"Sorry for being late. The Empire was busy with internal matters."

Rei looked up " We should and will give peace to Chronosia. I speak for Neo Zeta but as the G.F.F.A Praetor as well. Neo Zeta has close ties to Chronosia and even calls them a friend. Even tho some in our goverment feels they are our enemy. I do not i feel Neo Zeta and Chronosia have alot in common. We have never been harmed by Chronosia only aided. Infact Neo Zeta owes Chronosia alot for saveing us in The Republic wars. At this point Neo Zeta has no wish to bite the hand that gave it the victory in the Republic Wars."

Lexshue grinned. "We are quite a clean people. I would not have offered it to you if I had drank from it first." She grabbed a glass from a nearby table and filled it half way with the water. Inside the glass, there were light sparkles as rays of light beamed down into the water.

She handed the glass over. "It should have a mixture of fruit flavors and such as it rolls over various taste buds of your tongue. If you do not like it then I have something else that may help erase the alcohol in the wine."

Dusanyu smirked. "Pride is to be expected in a room with such company as this. We Abriels have our fair share of it."

He brought both hands up as he rested his elbows on the table. His fingers entertwined as they hid his chin and mouth. "As far as agression towards the Chronosians or members of your alliance, then that is something you do not have to fear from the GFFA. The purpose of the alliance was founded for peace itself where alligned nations would watch each others backs in the event a nation decided to become imperialistic and invade our allies. The purpose was for mutual defense and trading between all our nations. You misunderstood if you believed we had our eyes aimed at expanding our own territories but I do agree that it is best to be prepared. The GFFA has no desire to wage war against anyone."

His grin widened. "Though individual nations do reserve the right to. If you want peace, then you may want to sign non agression pacts with every individual nation. But the GFFA has no problem with incooperating your nation into our trade."

Asuke accepted the glass, and took a sip. "Thanks." she said as she reached for it. "Oh, it's good... Thanks." Asuke took another sip and raised her glass in thanks.

She turned her head and spoke up with regard to the other comments made before her. "Yes, the Sovereignty shares these same peaceful views. Though I can't say we really enjoy the company of those who are so free with their arrogance, and even more open in admitting it, my government still stands ready to consider any terms that you may offer."

Tancred spoke, reluctantly. "While the Federated Suns would also like peace, we cannot maintain an official relationship, if the entity in question is attacking the capital of our ally."

Command Lexshue handed over the cantine to the woman. "Here keep it. You may need the rest before the meeting is over."

Dusanyu looked over to the Countess. "We share similar ideas with the Neo Zetan government. We have nothing against the Chronosians. I am here to listen to what you have to say. We fought alongside each other once before and have no reason to believe that peace can't be reached."

Command Lexshue handed over the cantine to the woman. "Here keep it. You may need the rest before the meeting is over."

Dusanyu looked over to the Countess. "We share similar ideas with the Neo Zetan government. We have nothing against the Chronosians. I am here to listen to what you have to say. We fought alongside each other once before and have no reason to believe that peace can't be reached."

Asuke reached up and took the cantine. "Oh, thanks." she said with an appreciative smile. "I won't drink it all." She nodded and turned her attention back to the meeting, listening intently for the next moment she might have to add something.

"We would happily cease all hostilities against Jurai; assuming that certain terms are met. The war criminal Daniel Masaki; for example; shall be given the punishment that is deserving of Murder of an Imperial Primarch." She chuckled softly. "The Jurai faction is not the legitimate power of the Core Worlds; and as such, no peace or aggression is known with this...Terrorist group. Our rivalry with these rebels is too long ingrained. But compromises, I am sure, can be made."

"The rest of you are welcome to peace; trade and even alliance. My only term is explicit non-aggression"

"We would happily cease all hostilities against Jurai; assuming that certain terms are met. The war criminal Daniel Masaki; for example; shall be given the punishment that is deserving of Murder of an Imperial Primarch." She chuckled softly. "The Jurai faction is not the legitimate power of the Core Worlds; and as such, no peace or aggression is known with this...Terrorist group. Our rivalry with these rebels is too long ingrained. But compromises, I am sure, can be made."

"The rest of you are welcome to peace; trade and even alliance. My only term is explicit non-aggression"

Asuke promptly replied, "I believe that's something we've all made quite clear we will accept. On behalf of my own Government, the Sovereignty would like to express it's interest in establishing a non-aggression pact with Chronosia outside of the G.F.F.A. Trade and other agreements will come in due time."

"We would happily cease all hostilities against Jurai; assuming that certain terms are met. The war criminal Daniel Masaki; for example; shall be given the punishment that is deserving of Murder of an Imperial Primarch." She chuckled softly. "The Jurai faction is not the legitimate power of the Core Worlds; and as such, no peace or aggression is known with this...Terrorist group. Our rivalry with these rebels is too long ingrained. But compromises, I am sure, can be made."

"The rest of you are welcome to peace; trade and even alliance. My only term is explicit non-aggression"

Grave inquired, "Was this Imperial Primach killed in one on one combat?"

OOC: Honorable combat is a big thing in SeaQuest (kinda got basing that part on the Klingon Empire).

OOC: That would be an affirmative. Although CW and Chronosia will say distinctly different things most likely. CW will say one-on-one, Chronosia will very likely say that it took thousands of Coredian troops to lay the great Warlord Remiel low, and that the cowardly Daniel Masaki struck the killing blow as twenty soldiers held Remiel fast... or some other amusing story... just to get y'all to turn against CW.

OOC: That would be an affirmative. Although CW and Chronosia will say distinctly different things most likely. CW will say one-on-one, Chronosia will very likely say that it took thousands of Coredian troops to lay the great Warlord Remiel low, and that the cowardly Daniel Masaki struck the killing blow as twenty soldiers held Remiel fast... or some other amusing story... just to get y'all to turn against CW.

OOC: *Snicker* Grave is one who is known to believe what he sees more than what he hears. That, his faith in the Code of Iron, and the fact he is a result of Project Beyond The Grave are amoung the reasons he was sent. He is of the highest caliber (ie, he can break, but he can't bend (to use a metaphor)).

"We would happily cease all hostilities against Jurai; assuming that certain terms are met. The war criminal Daniel Masaki; for example; shall be given the punishment that is deserving of Murder of an Imperial Primarch." She chuckled softly. "The Jurai faction is not the legitimate power of the Core Worlds; and as such, no peace or aggression is known with this...Terrorist group. Our rivalry with these rebels is too long ingrained. But compromises, I am sure, can be made."

"The rest of you are welcome to peace; trade and even alliance. My only term is explicit non-aggression"
"I was under the impression that it was a conflict and Commander Masaki has done only what a commander in a time of war would do: that is, defeat the opposing commander. It is not murder, but simple terms of combat." Grayson Chevin shot back. "And to answer the delegate's question, it was definitely one-on-one combat, with at least one other witness to see it."

Of course, the Godulans know ICly that this is pretty much a rather thinly veiled attempt by Chronosia to divide the GFFA against itself, playing on the fact that two of CW's allies (Neo Zeta and Abh) are allies with Chronosia at the same time. A circumstance that would be highly precarious for both nations should confrontation arise between the two.

Such an occurence will not be averted by this meeting.

As the Godulans could not attend this meeting (CW will explain why later), such information is unfortunately not available to those assembled. One simply needs to ask, however.

The key to Chronosian diplomacy is machiavellianism with a smile, and while the Godulans are nowhere near as capable at the practices of turning ally against ally for personal gain, the Godulans know exactly where to spot it. The Godulans have a natural enmity against Chronosia due to its penchant towards genocidal acts of planetary scale, and the Godulans' fierce hatred of such acts.

In fact, this hatred is so great that were Neo Zeta or Abh to attempt such an act while the Godulans are in a position to stop it, they will not hesitate to do so in the most ferocious manner possible.

Anyway, back to the RP. I'm sure that my OOC blather is disrupting the proceedings somewhat...

"I was under the impression that it was a conflict and Commander Masaki has done only what a commander in a time of war would do: that is, defeat the opposing commander. It is not murder, but simple terms of combat." Grayson Chevin shot back. "And to answer the delegate's question, it was definitely one-on-one combat, with at least one other witness to see it."

Grave smiled coldly, "Did this witness happen to make a holo-recording of the incident in question? If we can get this matter behind us, we can move on to more important things without having this thorn in our sides."

Grave smiled coldly, "Did this witness happen to make a holo-recording of the incident in question? If we can get this matter behind us, we can move on to more important things without having this thorn in our sides."
"I'm not exactly sure." The diplomat seemed down. "One doesn't normally go into battle carrying cameras unless he's a reporter."

The Warmaster Marius Krell has a dark look and saids with his telepathic voice, "The Grand Shadow Empire of Deatharon is currently very wary of the Chronsian Imperium. We remember there treachery agaisnt the Taledonians during the Republic Wars. It was thanks to them distracting the Republic that we were defeated and the Emperor Akarth Von Antheron was murdered."


OOC: Keep in mind Marius and other Deatharons look like Mind Flayers and as such communicate via Psy ability. They however can not read peoples minds without them noticing and feeling there thoughts being pulled.

OOC: I love Godular's little speeches :) It's like listening to exerpts from the NS Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy :P

IC: "And we were under the impression that Commander Masaki was decidedly dead, in a cowardly suicide attack of the planet Coruscant. I can confirm, however, that it was single combat; the Warmaster needed no legions to fight in his stead; he needed no warriors to die in his name for it to be a fine death; an honorable death" She chuckled softly; eyes gleaming as she smiled now. "We have rather fine relations with some Masaki's; the true rulership of the Core Worlds; even, it is rumored, kinship of blood amongst the royal houses" An acid smile.

"The people of Deatharon are right to fear us for our past acts; but we did what we did in support of Neo Zeta and her people and her allies; that she might live against the Republic who assailed her. You will notice that the vast majority of assaults on the Deatharon Empire came, not from Chronosia, but from other forces; I seem to remember ships laid low by the Tyranid swarms; and an entire system laid low for the suicidal pride of your race...If there are those who think us depraved for sacrificing a world that the Billions of Chronosia may live; what of Deatharon; who scorched Earth on a system-wide scale? Who snuffed out even the stars?"

The Warmaster Marius Krell with his bulbous eyes squinted in anger and telepathicly replied, "The Empire could not stand agaisnt the Neo Zeta and the Abh without the support of the Republic. The Imperium destroyed our chance at surriving. Thus in a general sense you and your ilk left the people of Deatharon to the sharks. The Grand Shadow Empire will never forgive or forget that slight. We will watch your Imperium closely from now on. As for our policy on wipeing out the Antaries Galaxy. What would the Imperium do if it was out numbered and out gunned and the chances of victory impossiable? We refused to become slaves and we refused to see the Galaxy of our Origin be corrupted by the Demons and heritics. We picked the most sound plan we could come up with lure there forces into our galaxy and level it. We hoped they would lose the bulk of there forces, however they some how managed to figure out the ploy. The Emperor was killed because he stayed behind to make sure the weapon was set. We found his corpse on the ground near the Wormhole gate that led to our Aries Supercluster stronghold. We have thus blamed four nations for first Emperor Akarth's Death Neo Zeta, Abh, The Tyranid, and the Chronsians."

OOC: Note that Marius was a human General at the time but thanks to the memory modifications due to his change of species. He is a zelot in the True Origin belief. All Deatharons are now thanks to the massive purging efforts of the Antaran Church...

"You are well and truly entitled to your beliefs; but we shall not fall to our knees and scream repentence for supposed crimes. We are here to bury old hatchets; end old grudges. Even with the clan Masaki. The Imperium, will of course, reserve terms in this respect; for example, that the Chronosian Blood-kin of the Masaki's have full claim to that which his blood owes; the throne of the Core Worlds" A wry chuckle once more.

"To be frank; were we outnumber and outgunned; we would fight and we die as warriors; than live as slaves and vagabonds. We would bring our foe death even in our final moments; fighting only to further the grand plans of the true Gods. We would spill blood for the Blood God; savor every final perversity for the Dark Prince; we would spread the noxious ichors of Nurgle as the taint of our death-throes poisoned the galaxy; the malignant machinations of Tzeentch cast to every corner or every world. We note that you are quick enough to forgive the Abh and the Neo Zetans; embrace them; call them brother; fight under their flag, because you emerged to the corpse of a galaxy over-run by maggots...Had their been a Chronosian occupation, the roles would have been reversed; we the Master and not the Diplomat; you the Slave and not the prospective ally."

Nom Anor watched in amusement as the other delegates argued and played into the Chronosians' hands. He secretly delighted at the prospect of the break up of the GFFA. Nom Anor had been completely against joining an organization dedicated to peace. Peace is not the way of the Yuuzhan Vong... "If we are all done arguing over superfluous details, perhaps we should finally get down to discussing this peace? If the Galactic Alliance is truly dedicated to peace then it shouldn't matter who we have peace with. Rather than argue like a bunch of crechelings over trifling things, let us become adults again and get back to business."

"A fair and just point; one that I would expect of one of Vong stock such as yourself" She smirked slyly; watching Nom with a curious eye. "We shall have peace with your alliance; perhaps with those in it; we shall have guarantees that no attacks on either side shall take place; the jaunt on the Azahan system; for example" Her eyes turned like daggers towards the Coredian.

"We are not the ancient terror come to consume you all; we are not evil in ourselves. We have sinned, true enough; but only in your eyes. Everything we do, aids the survival of the Chronosian people and the advancement of a unified Humanity; ruled by Chaos. Certainly, we have done great things; for good and ill. That is beyond dispute; but we can be patient; explaining why each of you remains breathing."

Godular you are mistaken if you think I am allied with Chrono

The Emperor crossed his arms and smirked. "I am honored that the Abh are thought so highly of."

He reached up and drained his glass of the remaining wine and signaled for another. "In any case, this discussion is not a difficult one. You want our assurance the GFFA will not attack you? Fine you have it since we do not promote starting wars with other nations without just cause. Whoever does so, does it without the GFFA military forces. We will also reserve the right to either defend them or not should their attacks fail and be pushed back within their own borders. Whether or not we are allied, friendly, or despise you makes no difference when it comes to a nonagression pact. The same goes for your master as well countess."

OOC: No I'm not. You fought on the same side as Chronosia, who pretty much engineered the entire war against the Republic. If you weren't an ally, you WERE a lackey.

"Non-aggression, I am sure is perfectly acceptable for both sides. There is no need to discuss peace and non-aggression because one cancels out the other. In peace there is no aggression. If there is no aggression, there is peace." Nom Anor announced from his seat at the far end of the table. He leaned back and clasped his hands together in his lap then spoke again. "Perhaps instead of continuing with the veiled threats, we should discuss specific terms of such an agreement? What good is a treaty that is so general that it could be interpreted millions of ways?"

He looked around the table again, wondering why the Supreme Overlord sent him to this meeting. Any of the half-brained intendents would have sufficed, indeed they would have fit right in with some of these infidels. Instead Choka had sent Nom Anor - High Prefect Nom Anor. The greatest spy and diplomat the Empire had ever known. A waste of resources, quite obviously. This meeting was a waste of Nom Anor's time and of the Empire's resources.

This whole alliance is a waste of time for the Empire. I told Choka myself, but of course he doesn't listen to anyone but the priests... Why the Empire associates with such a group of dimwitted infidels is beyond me... Nom Anor thought as he crossed eyes with each of the delegates.

OOC: No offense, just the old Vong superiority complex acting up again.

OOC: No i was the one who really got the war going me and deatharon anyway.Abh was my allie Chronosia did not come in untell i spoke with him and he promised aid. The fought in the war do to he was my allie. I am the one who is allied with Chronosia for the most part. The Abh i think are only friendly terms with them tho.

OOC: The thing that Chronosia excels at best is making people do his bidding in such a way that they think it was their idea. That whole 'Triumvirate' bit struck me as a key issue.

Heck, I've watched him do it. Its actually quite funny. He was waiting for the chance to bring the Republic down, and he didn't even need to do much of the grunt work with you people taking the lumps for him.

OOC: True that was his idea. However I had not spoke to him when i first planned the war. It was planned to be the end to me and Deatharons wars for good. I misjudged the Republic fleet and asked for his aid when they pushed me back. And he gave it to me. But yeah with out his aid and planning The Republic wars would have ended very fast with my defeat do to my misjudgement of enemy forces.

OOC: And I came in against you to prevent Chronosia from taking a sweeping victory, specifically because I knew he would demand 'sacrifices'. I'll reiterate that you were effectively cannon fodder in the fight. Same with TFU, though he eventually fled the scene.

He was just waiting for somebody to pick a fight with them. I wouldn't put stock in him coming in just to assist you. He was expanding and you know it.

OOC: I got what i needed out of the war early on with his aid. When he withdrew from the war so did i and my allies.Cannon fodder or not i got what i wanted. To Neo Zeta it matters not as long as we win the war or crush the enemy as they crush us then what we are labled is of little concern. Just the way my nation thinks. And yes i know he entered te war cuase he wanted somthing and not to aid me. I knew it from the start but what can you do. I just lucked out in that he wanted The Republic beat.

Grave's face returned to its usual state that displays little, if any, of what he is thinking. He sat back and listened to the other's debate. He know that he had to keep his eye out for SeaQuest's interests at this meeting, and he planned to do just that.

In his usual quite, but carrying, tone, he said, "SeaQuest policy is not to fire the first shot."

As usual, what he said was short, sweet, and to the point.

"Now, can we get back to the matter at hand without this bickering?"

The Warmaster looked upon the Chronosian diplomat and said, " If we were forced to confront the Chronosians directly. We would have mearly rallied under the cry of Maldoran. The Entire Empire would have fought to the last Deatharon warrior. The people would even be forced to take reserve weapons to fight your Space Marines and Imperial Guard. There would have been no quarter given nor one accepted. The Antarans would have given us victory over your cowardly False one Gods. We may have allied with the Neo Zetans and the Abh but they have not enslaved us or corrupted us to there beliefs. The Grand Shadow Empire is willing to accept that however we know that if Imperium had marched agaisnt us directly. The only way to surrive is to meet your legions directly and kill them to the man."

OOC: Quick reference for word Maldoran: Means holy war for the Antarans. The Antaran Church uses this to motivate the Empire into wageing Total war agaisnt the hertic nations of the universe. (Think Jihad or Crusade.)

A twisted craft screamed into reality above the planet, the tremendous energies of the jump dissapating around it. It slowly maneuvered into a parking orbit, checking with the system control for location confrimation. When this was accomplished, a small shuttle pod descended to the surface, landing serenly on the pad. Several other ships were here, of multiple makes and sizes, but most of them bore the seal of the GFFA, a proud but young banner.

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Matt Hunter was late for the meeting, and he knew it. It had been an almost defiant gesture, planned to the minute. He was there for far more than Prime Minister James Talon knew, and hopefully his visit would prove quite fruitful.

Chronasia. These are a people who know power. Much like mine, Talon be damned! His inept rule crushed the Laski Clan, decimated the traditions of a thousand years and turned our country's back on the soul of the Inferno. Why should he harm my Clan, my brothers!? And yet he lives unpunished?

Well... this is an opportunity to reawaken the true nature of the Inferno. Even if it means throwing in with the likes of Chronasia, those tratiorous dogs. It is far better than this GFFA or the weak race of fools that Archer courted. The Laski shall rule, as is our Gods-given right.

He moved his way towards the meeting area, wrestling with his thoughts. It was hard to stomach the idea of turning on the other Clans, but the Laski had been betrayed to the highest degree possible. A betrayal of the brotherhood between the Laski and Talon, an alliance held for centuries.

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Matt wandered into the room, a wide and cordial smile on his face, his expression betraying nothing of his purpose.

"Hail Chronasia, a force in the Galaxy. I am Matt Hunter of the powerful Galactic Inferno of No Endorse, sent in the stead of our leader. His health is failing, and cannot travel afar.

We are both members of the Galactic Empire, and while we have not had direct relations, our soldiers have stood side by side in defense of the Empire. This gives us an interesting position, one that we are seeking to resolve."

It was a game so fine that you could barely see the knife's edge. And to play it, you had to be sharper still, or you would get cut.

I shall never tire of the dance.


ooc:
OOC: I love Godular's little speeches It's like listening to exerpts from the NS Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy :P
This may be one of the most awesome ideas ever... a Hitchhiker's Guide to NS FT!

OOC: Well, I do seem to come up with the odd nugget :D

...or the weak race of fools that Archer courted...

(OOC: I rarely use smilies but in this case: :eek: Lol, This should be interesting to watch.

About that Hitchhiker idea, I'd love to see that.)

IC:

Asuke had been quite silent so far as the participation in the meeting was concerned, and would remain so for the time being. She quietly took note of the No endorse representative that had just entered the room. Curious about the Humans herself, she ventured in a greeting, "Hello." she said simply.

OOC: The Hitch Hiker thing would be awesome. You could submit new chapters and they woul be approved and put into the book.

OOC: I have heard good things about Hitchhikers (managed to actually get a leather-bound book with all the Hitchiker stories in it recently). With its popularity, an NS version might be highly successful.

IC: Grave did his usual nod in greeting to Matt Hunter of No Endorse. He settled a cold stare on the man. In Grave's mind, one was only late to a meeting such as this if he wanted to insult the host or inspire fear in allowing the others who were their before him to wonder what else they could be doing. For a meeting of this import, with a nation of this power, it was wise to be on time.

"Of course," he thought to himself as he turned back to the rest of the group, "With everyone's focus centered here, Project Dawn can go ahead as planned."

Matt smiled warmly. "Ah hello Asuke. I see I'm not the only one who went from the G-F-F-A meeting to this one, although you weren't there in the proper sense. A hologram, right? I'm Matt, I was there at the meeting, although a bit late through no fault of mine. We had some engine trouble complicated by some brave but foolish raiders.

You remember me? With the stun charger? I hate needing one, but you can never be certain. Ever since I got jumped by a few... ah... Zealots is the best term... at some Clan Neogtiations a few years back, I've kept one on me as much as possible.

I noticed that you've been briefed on the Archer-Tsu negotiations. I was wondering what you've heard, they never told me much about the meeting. That is, if you're cleared to tell me."

I sure hope my smile isn't too warm... too cordial and they fear, not cordial enough and they rankle. The game is sharp as a knife indeed.

ooc:
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But we should have a total limit on the number of words that the book can be. In keeping with the "Mostly Harmless" tradition :D
Kyanges, check your TGs.
(edited for clarity)

The Emperor leaned over to Command Atosuryua while Lexshue sat back down and whispered. "Remind me to find the beaurucrat that was responsible for allowing certain people permission into this alliance. Insubordination is not needed here. It spreads like a cancer."

Atosuryua grimly nodded. "Yes your Majesty. We shall find him."

The Emperor turned his attention back to the meeting. "Well if we are ready to get down to the finer details of this agreement, then what is it that your master would like to trade with this alliance?"

Nom Anor turned his unsettling gaze upon Hunter as he entered the room. For a few seconds he simply watched the man, then voiced what was surely on other's minds. "You're late, Mr. Hunter. Your lack of dedication to the purpose of this meeting and the Alliance is evident in your late arrival. You disrespect not only our hosts, but everyone else present by disrupting this meeting by barging in halfway through. To make matters worse you do not even offer the slightest apology. Were you one of my underlings you would no longer live..."

Nom Anor's gaze hardened even more, if that is even possible, once he finished. As was his habit he treated all those around him as underlings and inferiors. After all, most of those around him at any given time were underlings and inferiors.

Unlike others it was amusing to the Diplomat for Matt Hunter to come in late, infuriating the much-disliked host at every turn.

"I'm glad to see that you arrived well, Mr. Hunter." He said cordially. Then he sharpened his gaze to Nom Anor. Someone needs to kick that arrogant SOB...for that matter, all of the Vong. Maybe I should bring that up later...

Matt smiled warmly. "Ah hello Asuke. I see I'm not the only one who went from the G-F-F-A meeting to this one, although you weren't there in the proper sense. I'm Matt, I was there at the meeting, although a bit late. You know, with the stun charger? I hate needing one, but you can never be certain. Ever since I got jumped by a few... ah... Zealots is the best term... at some Clan Neogtiations, I've kept one on me as much as possible.

I noticed that you've been briefed on the Archer-Tsu negotiations. I was wondering what you've heard, they never told me much about the meeting. That is, if you're cleared to tell me."

I sure hope my smile isn't too warm... too cordial and they fear, not cordial enough and they rankle. The game is sharp as a knife indeed.

ooc:

But we should have a total limit on the number of words that the book can be. In keeping with the "Mostly Harmless" tradition :D

Kyanges, check your TGs.

(OOC: TG's checked, and yes.)

IC:

Asuke, like all diplomats, or even all regular Eshirians for that matter, were remarkably perceptive of emotions, especially those of a somewhat less [mentally] developed race. As those in the know of the NE should have learned by now, it was never wise to try and fool and Eshirian, no matter how naive they may seem... Sensing that something was amiss, Asuke opened her mind to the mental chatter that was present in the room.

What she heard from Matt was most troubling. Asuke didn't let anything on however as she casually replied with a light smile, "No, no I haven't been cleared to reveal anything, but I will say that things went well, and..." Asuke paused with a grin, "We'll be watching."

Matt turned and smiled at Nom Anor.

"I am glad I am not one of your underlings then. But maybe your underlings can repair a damaged jump drive in a mere fraction of the time we can. It's difficult to replace containment units while under fire, which I can attest to after this last trip. However, you are welcome to demonstrate your prowess with hyperdrives if you wish.

The raiders surrounding the Inferno have no knowledge of the traditions of the Inferno and are brutal savages. Soon, they will cease to bother further visits though, as the Navy reasserts its control over our soverign space."

The small yellow bird like creature that sat on the Emperor's shoulders was aware of the thoughts of others. It turned it's beady head with bulging red eyes towards the Emperor's ear. The small jewel in the middle of her forehead, much like Lamia's, began to flash revealing the lipid channel. It seems that tempers are high in the room. You should use caution.

Dusanyu only snickered. "Don't I know it." Anyone else would have thought he was crazy except those with mental powers that were listening and the two Abh commanders.

"Your excuses are meaningless... Nonetheless we must continue with the meeting. Your input on the issue would be welcome. I trust you have been provided a record of the meeting so far...?" Nom Anor said, his demeanor lightening somewhat. For all his harshness, Nom Anor still knew when to let mistakes slide.

Noticing the look from the Coredian delegate, he turned and spoke to him. "My remarks have offended you?"

Grave had been trained to bury his emotions for when he was on-duty. His off-duty time, however, he was free to relax. This, though, was an on-duty time for him. His eye darting from each person as they spoke.

He said, in his usual tone, "Perhaps we should leave 'religous' and our own internal matters for another time. This meeting was called by Chronisia to propose peace and trade. So, let us see what they have to offer."

"Your excuses are meaningless... Nonetheless we must continue with the meeting. Your input on the issue would be welcome. I trust you have been provided a record of the meeting so far...?" Nom Anor said, his demeanor lightening somewhat. For all his harshness, Nom Anor still knew when to let mistakes slide.

Noticing the look from the Coredian delegate, he turned and spoke to him. "My remarks have offended you?"
"Oh, no. Not really." The delegate said. Then masking a hit of sarcasm, "Your remarks are perfect, really."

Asshole.

"Oh, no. Not really." The delegate said. Then masking a hit of sarcasm, "Your remarks are perfect, really."

Asshole.

Out of all the chatter, Asuke almost died trying to keep from bursting out laughing hysterically the moment the comment reached her mind.

(OOC: Lol.)

Was the first meeting like this?

Dusanyu smiled and shrugged. "More or less."

I can't believe you let Lamia attend such a meeting. He is the youngest of the bettermen and the most likely to fight anyone who stretches their neck out to far. You know he could have killed everyone in the room and you let him bring the seed of Forte?!

Dusanyu's smile grew even wider and evil. "That is precisely why I brought him. Meetings such as these will make him grow in the ways of other races."

The last remark made his bird like comapnion's lipid channel go still. Still seems like the Emperor is talking to the bird. Must be crazy...

Nom Anor locked eyes with the man for several seconds, seemingly staring into his soul. He knew the man's comment was a direct lie, but rather than challenge him he let it go. "Good. It isn't my intention to insult my honourable allies."

Matt chuckled under his breath. It seems everyone in the room had gotten the jab. Matt held the loosening tension as proof in his mind that he could still hit with tact, regardless of the reality of the situation. He had betrayed nothing that a non-telepathic being could suspect, except for common paranoia, and that was good for the day.

It appeared that the Coredian delegate was also quite amused at the Vong and their complete ignorance of the intricacies of technology. They could grow a fearsome ship from seeds, but honestly didn't know an R2 from an R7.

"Yes I have been given a copy." Matt pulled out his datapad and linked up to the meeting. "I agree with the honorable SeaQuestian delegate. Back to buisness."

Matt moved to the side where he could clearly see the Chronosian and Eshirian representatives, yet was out of the main line of conversation.

Aye lass. We'll be watching too. And there are things in this universe that never blink.

A small pang of regret hit him, but it was forced off as soon as it came. They looked so much like humans... When the time comes, run.

Nom Anor locked eyes with the man for several seconds, seemingly staring into his soul. He knew the man's comment was a direct lie, but rather than challenge him he let it go. "Good. It isn't my intention to insult my honourable allies."
"Neither is it mine." Grayson replied in kind.

The Warmaster Marius Krell was pleased the Chronosian Diplomat had not responded and so the Warmaster assumed victory of the argument was his. typical Humans are so inferior to the average Deatharon. He looks at some of the other races and wonders if there brains would taste as good as human brains. however the Shadow Emperor gave strict orders not to harm the allies or the Chronosians unless they tried to hurt him or his guards first. Warmaster Marius was very dissapointed....


OOC: Like a Mindflayer Deatharons use Psy Blasts to paralyze victims and try to use there tenticales on the faces to hold the victims heads while the mouth tears into the top of the head and extracts the brain thus eatting it.

She had simply been waiting, listening to the others; before chuckling softly. "You would do well not to underestimate us; we have our own crusades; holy wars for the very glory of the Gods that would put you to shame; not cowardly shows of annihilating systems; but wars that seared key worlds clean. The Coredians will tell you of the atrocities of Naboo, Yavin and Tenetia; of the horrendous assaults perpetrated by our people. Let us not stumble blindly into a contest of who is the most zealous..." She teased softly, acid tongue and feral eyes regarding him with nothing so much as disdain.

"On to other matters of course; the proposed peace; are there any terms that you would wish to add? Any of you?"

Dusanyu smirked as he spoke up. "What assurances can we have that your allies won't pester us?"

Dusanyu smirked as he spoke up. "What assurances can we have that your allies won't pester us?"

Grave nodded. The question was very pertinant. The Empire had many secrets it didn't want to get out until it was the proper time for them to become common knowledge.

He said, "Quite a pertinant question."

The Warmaster Marius Krell glared at the Chronosian Diplomat. How dare these patheic humans argue with one of the true servants of the Gods. The Warmaster thinks how he wished he could devour this womans brain. The Shadow Emperor's orders echo throught his head however and keeps quiet about who can be the most fanitical in a holy war.

The Warmaster however adds, "I have to agree with the Abh Emperor. How do we now you or your allies will leave us alone."

She shrugged "Most of your pacts with us seem to extend outside of your alliance; or wish to. You say your alliance offers us nothing to fear; perhaps this is true. However, the Imperium cannot ever truly determine what its own allies shall plan or do without Imperial consultation of consent. I wonder if the space-squid here consulted their allies before they were hoist by their own petar; I wonder if the Coredian's discussed it with their allies before Daniel Masaki blew himself up upon Coruscant. In the end, we are not our brothers keepers."

She shrugged "Most of your pacts with us seem to extend outside of your alliance; or wish to. You say your alliance offers us nothing to fear; perhaps this is true. However, the Imperium cannot ever truly determine what its own allies shall plan or do without Imperial consultation of consent. I wonder if the space-squid here consulted their allies before they were hoist by their own petar; I wonder if the Coredian's discussed it with their allies before Daniel Masaki blew himself up upon Coruscant. In the end, we are not our brothers keepers."

Baileygates' Acolyte retainer Force communicated to her, sadly, sensing the tension in the room: "These guys are nuts. Stay sharp. Offer something."

Baileygates then said, "Gentlemen, ladies, to avoid misunderstandings, perhaps there should be a liasion to handle disputes between the GFFA and the Chronosian Imperium and their allies, should an emergency arrive? I would be happy to offer our services as impartial mediators to such a service, respectfully of course."

Dusanyu's grin widened. "Then perhaps you should worry about individual nations instead of one alliance. In regards to the esteemed representative from New Dornalia here, I would not be so quick to believe that Chronosian's allies are as interested in diplomacy as he."

He tapped his fingers on the table. "If your allies cause trouble with us, then do we have your agreement that you will not aide them in anyway?"

The Warmaster watched the Chronosian diplomat and wondered what would be her reply. If Chronosia did not come to aide there allies it would make haversting them easier should they prove a problem for the G.F.F.A.

"You know not what you ask; if one of your allies were to attack me, would you betray them? Would you throw asunder bonds forged in blood and honor; in respect and kinship? I think not. We shall have no say in the affairs of our allies; but should they ask for aid, we shall provide to the best of our ability; perhaps not military aid; but any aid, or aid giving would surely be shaped by circumstances. We would not hesitate to act, for example, if one of your allies assault ours."

"I welcome an ideal of an emissiary; you will, however, have to discuss that with the good Lady Nightshade; the Empress of the Coreworlds; and soverign leader of the Galactic Empire"

Dusanyu's grin widened. "Then perhaps you should worry about individual nations instead of one alliance. In regards to the esteemed representative from New Dornalia here, I would not be so quick to believe that Chronosian's allies are as interested in diplomacy as he."

Baileygates replied, "Even so, I'd like to provide a hot-line of sorts, a diplomatic channel so that those who wish to talk can, and those who don't, well, they don't have to, but they will not like the results."

Matt looked up from his datapad.

"I understand your concern. However, the Inferno is also a member of the Galactic Empire. We will defer to any decisions made by the Federation as a whole, but we seek relations with Chronosia directly as well."

Praetor Rei tho not saying much was thinking deeply. Letting the others speak. Tho she wondered what this new empress of the GE was like. Must be powerful if Chronosia is willing to follow her she thought to herself.

The Emperor frowned. "Then this meeting is basically pointless. We agree to not attack each other directly but attack each other inadverntantly?"

A slight chuckle escaped him.

The Emperor frowned. "Then this meeting is basically pointless. We agree to not attack each other directly but attack each other inadverntantly?"

A slight chuckle escaped him.

Baileygates then said, "Then it looks like a general Non-Aggression Pact is in order, not just for Chronosia, then her allies, and some kind of outside non-partisan watchdog to ensure nothing happens, failing that. That seems to be the solution at this point. Otherwise, I will have to concur with the Emperor."

"you speak to but a cog in the glorious machine. We simply wish to safeguard ourselves against your alliances treacherous members; if you wish peace with the Galactic Empire, send diplomats. I very much doubt that they will allow allies of the Masaki's a just peace with them, however."


She paused, smirking slightly. "We do not wish to be your direct enemy; but should you threaten our allies; we shall not hesitate to act; if our allies call for aid; we shall not hesitate to send it; you would do exactly the same thing. You seek to twist this into a dishonorable thing; but you are not wise in the ways of cunning; even your thoughts fail to be truly veiled." She tittered softly. "There is no dishonor in aiding an ally"

Rei spoke up atlast " The war that the GE has with the Masaki's as you put it. Could either side please provide proof of who started the war? It would greatly aid me in comeing to understand how these things came to be."

Rei spoke up atlast " The war that the GE has with the Masaki's as you put it. Could either side please provide proof of who started the war? It would greatly aid me in comeing to understand how these things came to be."

Baileygates then said, "Seconded. I want to figure out what this is about."

"No dishonor at all. Allies are like brothers. To be kept close and protected, not cast off and disregarded."

And to be watched.

"And if one of your allies attacks our alliance and they are driven back, and we push them back to where they call for aid from the Galactic Empire then does Chronosia march to aid? I would think yes from what you have said."

The Emperor held up his hand. "You misunderstand if you believe I hold aiding an ally against you. I am just speaking for practical purposes. It seems that if the GE is unwilling to negotiate a nonagression pact with us then this will not work."

"Then speak to them and not to me" She dismisses the Abh delegate with a wave of her hand and a roll of her eyes. "You speak to me of things we cannot change. We only wish pacts and bonds for us; not the Empire. Should you wish to pursue diplomacy with them; do so at your leisure; against the harsh whispers of Coredian rebels and Godulan vagabonds."

"If they attack you; and call on aid from the Empire; that decision shall be the Empire's. The final decision of whether or not to intervene would belong to the Imperium alone. You succeed now, only in testing my patience, which is limited Abhian....Unlike my power."

"This meeting is going nowhere. Who cares about the war between the Masaki Jeedai" Nom Anor spoke the word with hate and disgust. "and the Empire? It is of no concern to these talks. Chronosia has made it perfectly clear that any pact signed here will be with them alone. I say we sign a pact of non-aggression with Chronosia here and now and stop wasting everyone's time. If the Alliance wishes non-aggression with others then we'll discuss that with them as well." Nom Anor finished in an annoyed tone. Despite being a diplomat, he had never liked diplomacy - especially not with infidels...

Rei spoke up atlast " The war that the GE has with the Masaki's as you put it. Could either side please provide proof of who started the war? It would greatly aid me in comeing to understand how these things came to be."
"If you want proof of who started the whole war, just take a look at the Asteroids of Juria (note difference in name)." Grayson said, anger etching in his voice. It's a tough subject among Coredians to recall the death of their old capital. "The Death Star destroyed it utterly."

"This meeting is going nowhere. Who cares about the war between the Masaki Jeedai" Nom Anor spoke the word with hate and disgust. "and the Empire? It is of no concern to these talks. Chronosia has made it perfectly clear that any pact signed here will be with them alone. I say we sign a pact of non-aggression with Chronosia here and now and stop wasting everyone's time. If the Alliance wishes non-aggression with others then we'll discuss that with them as well." Nom Anor finished in an annoyed tone. Despite being a diplomat, he had never liked diplomacy - especially not with infidels...

Baileygates then said, "Touché. You've got a point here."

The Acolyte retainer began shaking her head, and Force communicated to her, "Stupid! Stupid!"

Baileygates shot her a look that read, "Shut the hell up."

Baileygates then thought, and said, "It is true we came here for a non-aggression pact for Chronosia. But, one cannot be certain whether it will stay golden. However, doubts aside, pragmatism says the issue of the GE shall be dealt with on an individual basis, and we should, for now, go for a simple Non-Aggression pact to prevent the meeting from getting bogged down anymore than necessary. The GE shall be dealt with later; either collectively or on an individual basis. For now, let us not shove the proverbial bull into the china shop, as it were, and keep things simple."

Dusanyu's smile was wide. "But it is slightly more complicated than just signing a pact with them. Especially since they will aid any member of the GE that attacks us if it is called for. Ah politics. Perhaps a diplomat with more patience should have been appointed if you cannot stomach this."

He looked around the room. "But if a non-agression pact is what everyone of the GFFA desires with Chronosia, then I shall not stand in the way of that."

"A non-aggression pact will only work if the Chronosians agree to end their tirades against the Masaki Clan. Otherwise it is simply moot." Grayson added.

OOC: That was directed at Chrono not you New Dornalia.

"A non-aggression pact will only work if the Chronosians agree to end their tirades against the Masaki Clan. Otherwise it is simply moot." Grayson added.

Baileygates then said to Grayson, "We will respect your rights. My willingness to fashion a Non-Aggression Pact does not entail an ignorance of the facts."

She then said, "Any sort of agreement will include a clause to cease hostilities. But, this also entails that the Masaki Clan will ceasefire as well."

Baileygates then noted, passing the message through her retainer who Force communicated it to Grayson: "Besides, we'll make it worth your while."

Grayson nodded in reception of the bird's words. "Of course. I'll communicate the non-aggression to the Patriarch. The only reason we're fighting in the first place is because of the Empire anyway."

"If you're worried about the Empire, speak to their leader, not a rank-and-file member. You'll accomplish nothing doing this." Nom Anor said, somewhat more annoyed than before. "Non-aggression with the Empire is not at issue here. Save it for talks with them directly. We are here for non-aggression with Chronosia."

He then turned his head and looked to the Chronosian delegate. "If the Imperium wishes non-aggression with us, you may speak to me in private. Unless something comes out of this meeting, other than more bickering, I believe I will be leaving...."

Grayson nodded in reception of the bird's words. "Of course. I'll communicate the non-aggression to the Patriarch. The only reason we're fighting in the first place is because of the Empire anyway."

OOC: Bird? Is this message directed to me?

IC:

Her retainer then thought to Grayson, conveying another message from Baileygates: "Good job. You can expect diplomatic recognition, and plenty of aid, courtesy of the Workers State and the People's Acolytes. Not a word, m'kay?"

OOC: I meant the retainer.

"If you're worried about the Empire, speak to their leader, not a rank-and-file member. You'll accomplish nothing doing this." Nom Anor said, somewhat more annoyed than before. "Non-aggression with the Empire is not at issue here. Save it for talks with them directly. We are here for non-aggression with Chronosia."
"Be as it may, my point still stands." Grayson shot back, pleased that Nom Anor is visibly annoyed. "No peace with the Masakis, no treaty."

He then turned his head and looked to the Chronosian delegate. "If the Imperium wishes non-aggression with us, you may speak to me in private. Unless something comes out of this meeting, other than more bickering, I believe I will be leaving...."
Don't let the door hit you on your way out... He didn't add. It is obvious that the Coredians very much dislikes the Yuuzhan Vong and dearly wishes they would get kicked out of the GFFA.

Nom Anor turned to regard the Coredian, his own dislike of that species mirroring that of the CoreWorlds delegate. He held his stare for many long seconds before speaking. "It is perfectly evident that you don't like me. Perhaps, for the sake of alliance, you should put forth your grievances. We cannot continue as allies if you're going to harbour such resentment towards us."

OOC: I meant the retainer.


OOC: Technically, Baileygates is talking through the retainer, by passing notes and having her send the messages; Baileygates herself is not Force sensitive. The point is in a roundabout way, the retainer is Baileygates' Force mouthpiece, but I'll fix this anyway.

Nom Anor turned to regard the Coredian, his own dislike of that species mirroring that of the CoreWorlds delegate. He held his stare for many long seconds before speaking. "It is perfectly evident that you don't like me. Perhaps, for the sake of alliance, you should put forth your grievances. We cannot continue as allies if you're going to harbour such resentment towards us."
"I thought you were leaving." Grayson answered. "If I were to put forth such greviances, I'll do it at another time."

Asuke felt it necessary to point out her own position, "It's not that we [Eshirians] don't like you, it's just that, given your attitude, we [Eshirians] don't really think it possible to trust you..."

"I am considering leaving, yes." Nom Anor said, fixing Grayson in his icy glare. Suddenly his expression lightened again and he shrugged. "Suit yourself, I only thought that now was as good a time as any for you to air your grievances. Perhaps I was mistaken."

OOC: Is that at me or Chronosia?

OOC: Is that at me or Chronosia?

(OOC: A light comment directed at you.)

Nom Anor looked to Asuke now, his expression hardening again. "My attitude? What exactly is wrong with my attitude?"

Grave gave in to a rare display of emotion. Snorting with disgust he stood up.

"This meeting," he growled, "was not called for members of the G.F.F.A. to discuss internal matters. It was called for the Chronosian representative to propose a non-agression pact between the G.F.F.A. member nations and her nation.

"Perhaps, as you all can't seem to focus on the matter at hand, Chronosia should have done it by meeting with a representative of each G.F.F.A. nation one at a time."

"It indeed seems so. I could not arrive to a meeting without being attacked mindlessly by one who could never comprehend the complexity of the situation.

We are here to discuss matters with Chronosia, and as such, all conversation from this point on should be on topic with them. This chaos is not only playing into their hands, it is also a very good precedent to show to an alliance you are afraid of. Don't try to hide it, I know that you do because I am one of you. The GE is one of the largest threats to the GFFA and you know it. This infighting gives them more power over us and us more reason to fear their solidarity.

We came here to negotiate as equals. Then let us negotiate as equal members of an alliance! Anyone dissenting can leave, no animosity, but that door will probably be locked behind you."

Matt turned towards the Chronosian delegate, lowering his head slightly. "I apologize for my outburst Madam." Matt retreated back towards the side, still in full view of the Chronosian delegate.

Weak minded fools. Maybe if they focused on destroying the enemy rather than themselves they could get somewhere.

With regard to Nom, Asuke replied, "There's nothing wrong with it..."

Asuke couldn't help wonder how short sighted the others who had just spoken were. "This meeting was indeed meant for Chronosia to negotiate a peace with us, the G.F.F.A., but with the current rifts between our member nations, I don't see how this is possible. We must work out these "Wrinkles" in ourselves before we can even try to stand as a whole next to nations like Chronosia."

With a small pause to let the others digest the first part, Asuke continued, "Tell me, just how trust worthy would we be if we were hiding behind a facade of cooperation (Between the G.F.F.A. Members) and negotiating a peace as a whole, when in fact we are not one at all? These issues need to be worked out, and worked out as soon as possible."

"In fact, I believe that we all rushed too soon to this meeting that Chronosia has called. There's been too little done to build unity between us [The G.F.F.A.] as is."

Grave replied in his usual emotionless, carrying tone, "You know what they say about the masks we wear, ma'am. Better to put on a false front for others than to expose our very souls to them.

"And I suggest that is what you do. Do your 'ironing' elsewhere."

His eyes still reflected the emotion he felt. It took a lot of self-control for him to not start to snap necks.

The Warmaster moved away from the Grave. He feared the hostile sense of emotions coming from him. Plus his Drones did not seem strong enough to defeat him without help.

Grave forced himself to calm down through shear will power. He planned to work out his agression by vaping some space debris when he got the chance. Slowly, emotions faded from his eyes, but the fire of his spirit still shone in them.

"A pity that your sentiments are so; we will, of course, have peace, non-aggression and trade with those who wish it; as an alliance, however; I cannot propose anything further until your own inner turmoils are dealt with. Let those who wish peace step forward; those who require more time; or those opposed to this ideal; may leave. No one shall judge you for it; it is not a shameful thing..." She smiled softly. "My task is all-but complete; and I thank you all for your cooperation. Let us deal with these matters now; lert us attend to our diplomacy."

Grave replied in his usual emotionless, carrying tone, "You know what they say about the masks we wear, ma'am. Better to put on a false front for others than to expose our very souls to them.

"And I suggest that is what you do. Do your 'ironing' elsewhere."

His eyes still reflected the emotion he felt. It took a lot of self-control for him to not start to snap necks.

"If that's the way you feel, then this alliance is weak." Asuke muttered under her breath. {Ironing elsewhere?! If we don't straighten ourselves up, then these Chronosians may do it for us! Short sighted and foolish!} She thought to herself.

With only a shake of her head in frustration, Asuke backed off from the issue.

"Why can't she see," Grave thought to himself, "that there is a time and place for everything. And this is neither the time nor the place to discuss internal G.F.F.A. matters. Being this open in front of an unkown like Chronosia could give that unkown more info on us then we want revealed."

Aloud, he said, "If you want to discuss internal G.F.F.A. matters, you can call a G.F.F.A. meeting."

"Why can't she see," Grave thought to himself, "that there is a time and place for everything. And this is neither the time nor the place to discuss internal G.F.F.A. matters. Being this open in front of an unkown like Chronosia could give that unkown more info on us then we want revealed."

Aloud, he said, "If you want to discuss internal G.F.F.A. matters, you can call a G.F.F.A. meeting."


(OOC: If you want this changed I can do so.)

IC:

With only a subtle tad of effort, Grave's thoughts on the matter were open to her. What seemed to be frustration, was merely a show Asuke had put up. It was only a minor irritant on how how he seemed to freely pass up on a chance to take advantage of the seemingly irreconcilable rift between the G.F.F.A. members. What was true now would be false later. Show Chronosia an alliance divided, and be truly strong within. It was a plan that would make things much easier for the G.F.F.A. in the future, were open hostilities between it and Chronosia to break out. The rift was real now, but at the moment, it things seemed much worse than they really were. The Vongs could be brought about in time.

More or less, things were going according to plan. Only NE's Matt presented any sort of problem. {Heh, heh...} Asuke thought lightly.

"All in due time." Asuke replied.

The yellow bird on Dusanyu's shoulder turned its head again. The lipid channel began flashing. And nothing was destroyed while Lamia was there? Impressive. The council has just informed me that the nation of Azaha has joined your alliance.

Dusanyu smiled. "That should make things very interesting then."

Battle has also broken out elsewhere. Your ally SeaQuest is under attack and Trife has dispatched Admiral Bebaus to tend to the situation.

Dusanyu's look was puzzled. "Why did not Trife deal with it himself? Spoor is more than capable to tend to matters in his stead."

There is unrest elsewhere and Trife will be needed before you to long. Your Empire cannot afford to divert too many more Admirals and Commanding officers along with resources.

Dusanyu nodded. "I know. At least Bebaus will gain more experience. Hopefully he will have learned his lesson this time around. Lord Rahl will not be there to take care of him. I was disappointed in his last performance." That is why these two women have accompanied me today. They are possible candidates for Admirals. That is if they desire it.

The yellow creature cocked its head.

(OOC: If you want this changed I can do so.)

IC:

With only a subtle tad of effort, Grave's thoughts on the matter were open to her. What seemed to be frustration, was merely a show Asuke had put up. It was only a minor irritant on how how he seemed to freely pass up on a chance to take advantage of the seemingly irreconcilable rift between the G.F.F.A. members. What was true now would be false later. Show Chronosia an alliance divided, and be truly strong within. It was a plan that would make things much easier for the G.F.F.A. in the future, were open hostilities between it and Chronosia to break out. The rift was real now, but at the moment, it things seemed much worse than they really were. The Vongs could be brought about in time.

More or less, things were going according to plan. Only NE's Matt presented any sort of problem. {Heh, heh...} Asuke thought lightly.

"All in due time." Asuke replied.

Grave looked at the woman. He had felt a brushing against his mind for some time now and had just tracked it down to its source.

"I take it," he whispered into her mind, "that you are the one monitoring everyone's thoughts."

OOC: Note, I never did say what species Grave is or what his mental abilites are.

Grave looked at the woman. He had felt a brushing against his mind for some time now and had just tracked it down to its source.

"I take it," he whispered into her mind, "that you are the one monitoring everyone's thoughts."

OOC: Note, I never did say what species Grave is or what his mental abilites are.

(OOC: I know, that's why I said I'd change the post if desired, but now that you're a telapath too, I'll just say thank you for not having me change that.)

IC:

{Yes, monitoring only, nothing overly invasive. That's all I can do anyway. Back to the meeting shall we?} Asuke only gave a quick glance in acknowledgement and a light grin to Grave, and turned her attention elsewhere to the other members.

Baileygates then said, "Masks or not, ladies and gentlemen, I must concur with the Countess.....let us continue the diplomacy, and not tear into each other."

(OOC: I know, that's why I said I'd change the post if desired, but now that you're a telapath too, I'll just say thank you for not having me change that.)

IC:

{Yes, monitoring only, nothing overly invasive. That's all I can do anyway. Back to the meeting shall we?} Asuke only gave a quick glance in acknowledgement and a light grin to Grave, and turned her attention elsewhere to the other members.

OOC: Well, he can send and recieve mental messages, but he can't read minds. He has some telekinetic ablity as well.

IC: "More than I can do," sent Grave, "of course, the mental arts weren't my forté, as they say."

Grave listened as the others discussed masks and politics. He smiled remembering his own past experiences with such things. His expression returned to normal as he remembered that wasn't his life any more, but the family he had from it still existed.

Baileygates then said, smiling yet somewhat terse: "So, shall we get back to business? I am eager to sign a peace."