NationStates Jolt Archive

King Actir firmly pressed a little green button on the smooth black conference table in front of him. The button began shining an indicatory light. Few people in the King’s luxury speeder noticed this trivial action. Most of them were sitting in cushioned seats at the sides of the main room talking to others or resting quietly, reflecting on the opera they had just witnessed. The Queen sat in a seat next to her husband, discussing with him their new grandchild. Some officials were sitting in chairs next to the conference table, which spanned the length of the room.

The floor was carpeted in a red velvet-like material, and had smooth, somewhat shiny grey walls. It seemed spacious and compact at the same time. Windows spaced closely at the sides revealed that the speeder was going quickly through the upper levels of the Romian capital city of Seraphia. From the inside of the vehicle, the city's enormous sparkling white stone towers seemed to sweep past.

The green button notified the Prime Minister that the King wished to have a word. The King was now waiting for the Prime Minister to signal back to him when he was prepared to talk.

The King sat calmly, as usual. His very relaxed posture still came across as very stately, proper, and majestic. He wore a dark green velvet tunic around his chest and had a modest beard. His only royal ornamentation was a thin, golden scepter with a jeweled sphere and cross at the top. The grey hair on his head added a bit of wisdom to his appearance. King Actir turned his head to face his Queen, and lightly rested his left hand upon her right.

The couple continued to sit calmly and talk through the journey back to their court. Soon, the speeder arrived. It landed smoothly. Little by little, the people began to vacate the room. The Queen had to go quickly to meet up with some acquaintances and waved goodbye to her husband. The King himself finally stood up after a quick discussion of a new bill proposed by the senate with some senators that had come to the opera with him. They had been speaking Romian, a language unique to Romia. The King, and everyone else in the Kingdom, knew English, but English was reserved for more informal conversations.

As the King got up to leave, some panels in the conference table opened up, and the array of buttons on which the green one still glowed rose up. A small, spherical droid, on top of which the buttons rested, floated up out of the table and began to follow the King around. Several senators also had such robotic servants accompanying them.

The garden in which the speeder had landed was a vast and beautiful one. White stone fountains that ushered forth glistening water were surrounded by rows of flowers whose blossoms burst with dazzling arrangements of colors. The stone pathways were smooth and elegant. Large statues, pedestals, and arches gave the garden a classical feel. Spread out in the distance were the towers, cathedrals and other buildings of Seraphia, surrounded by lush green trees, rolling hills, and flowery meadows. Banners flying from the buildings displayed the symbol of Romia, a yellow cross on a dark green background.

The King walked out on a ramp extended from the bottom of his speeder. He began his journey through the garden followed by his droid. After a minute or so of strolling through the garden and admiring its pristine beauty, the King heard a small beep from the droid who otherwise had been silent the whole journey. The robot, who had been trailing behind the King, floated up and alongside him. In addition to the green button, a red button was also shining. The King pressed it, and a hologram image of an equally stately, if somewhat younger man appeared.

“Good afternoon, Montir,” greeted the King, although it was in Romian and not English.

“Good afternoon, your majesty. I am pleased that we can talk with each other again,” responded Prime Minister Montir Perdamon.

“As am I. I am feeling very well after Jasira and I attended Tersin’s new opera. What I wished to discuss was the rather disturbing findings from the study conducted by our exploration department some time ago about the state of other nations in our universe.”

The Prime Minister nodded in agreement. “Oh yes, it was quite unsettling. There is rampant poverty, despotism, oppression, and general crimes against humanity out there. There are very few sanctuaries out there free of oppression. I suppose the specific issue you wanted to discuss was Bill 792? I am rather unclear on specific dealings of the senate, but I remember it had something to do with this.”

The King turned his head toward the droid to get another look at the Prime Minister before turning it back to watch where he was walking. “Yes. It was a bill passed to allow us to host meetings with other nations. I thought we could use this as a way to bring several prominent figures of the galaxy’s nations together, and they can discuss ways to improve life in their nations. Our society, being a shining example of civilized peoples, will be perfectly fitted to aid them in putting back together their own.”

The King continued walking as he engaged in conversation with the Prime Minister. The droid continued to float to the left of the King.

On the other end, the Prime Minister looking at a similar hologram, except it was of the King. The Prime Minister was sitting in a large chair at his desk in his vast silver office. Around him, several office workers were carrying out their various duties. The Prime Minister pressed a button on the side of the arm rest of his chair. A dark beverage poured out of an opening that appeared in a shelf to the Prime Minister’s right and into one of the glasses stationed near it. The Prime Minister picked up the glass and took a small sip.

“Well,” began the Prime Minister, “I will organize such a meeting and see what kind of response it gets. We will allow leaders or representatives of other nations to visit and participate in these conferences. I will make all the necessary arrangements. I suppose this would also be a good time to see if there is interest in the idea we were tossing around concerning Romian embassies. We will include those as well.”

“Great,” said the King. “I will, of course, help you in any way I can.”

“Thank you, your majesty, for that offer and for resurfacing this important issue. I am sure the international community will be excited about this event as well. I will send out formal invitations tonight.”




Official Transmission
The Kingdom of Astral Romia

To: National Leaders of the Universe
From: Montir Perdamon, Prime Minister, The Kingdom of Astral Romia

As we are all aware, the universe today is full of oppression. We, the people of Romia, are holding a conference on our capital world, Klaria, to address and fix these issues. Our goal is to help you in spreading freedom and democracy and promote a high standard of living. It is important that you send a leader or representative to this conference. All visitors will be very well taken care of and will be very safe. Being a diplomatic conference, no warships need show up.

If you are interested, you may also establish an embassy in Romia. We will be opening embassies if there is enough interest shown.

Thank you, and may we together further the development of our societies.

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Official Transmission
The Kingdom of Astral Romia

To: National Leaders of the Universe
From: Montir Perdamon, Prime Minister, The Kingdom of Astral Romia

As we are all aware, the universe today is full of oppression. We, the people of Romia, are holding a conference on our capital world, Klaria, to address and fix these issues. Our goal is to help you in spreading freedom and democracy and promote a high standard of living. It is important that you send a leader or representative to this conference. All visitors will be very well taken care of and will be very safe. Being a diplomatic conference, no warships need show up.

If you are interested, you may also establish an embassy in Romia. We will be opening embassies if there is enough interest shown.

Thank you, and may we together further the development of our societies.

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"If that's how they wish to see it. Won't meet many agreeables though." Seto commented on her latest new contact message. She then considers, and taps a few buttons on her office desk. A holo image of a choice representative to send is brought up.

"Lady Naru, if you would..."

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About two days later, a single Treeship arrives at the edge of the Klaria System, transmitting..

:: ~ This is the Anancio Treeship, I Lady Naru Nanase of the Gaian Ascendancy, coming to greet another new star nation to our long list of potential friendships.

Only one star vessel accompanies, and we show no ill intent with our arrival. Please inform if allowed, where we may approach. escort would be welcome. ~ ::

Dweladelfian High Command Comunications office

"Sir were picking up a transmission from Astral Romia,"

"Patch it through to the Prime Minister."

"Mr. Prime Minister, there is a transmission from Astral Romia for you."

"Good patch it through."

To: National Leaders of the Universe
From: Montir Perdamon, Prime Minister, The Kingdom of Astral Romia

As we are all aware, the universe today is full of oppression. We, the people of Romia, are holding a conference on our capital world, Klaria, to address and fix these issues. Our goal is to help you in spreading freedom and democracy and promote a high standard of living. It is important that you send a leader or representative to this conference. All visitors will be very well taken care of and will be very safe. Being a diplomatic conference, no warships need show up.

If you are interested, you may also establish an embassy in Romia. We will be opening embassies if there is enough interest shown.

Thank you, and may we together further the development of our societies.

"Ah so they wish to have a confrence. Send an ambassador."

The King, while attending a session of the national governorship to watch as an important bill was passed, received a message by carrier raven, as customary for the King, from the Great Palace a few miles away. It stated that a message had been received from a distant human world, wishing to hold a council of nations to find ways to promote civil and political freedom throughout the universe. The King, being a the living symbol of the great Kingdom of Free Farmers, was asked by the Supreme Council to attend the event. Although the Farmers had long neglected their space program and focused on more worldly issues, they did have a small space program. The King was bound to do as the Supreme Council said, and sent a message back that he would arrive at the Great Palace within minutes. And so the King left the Governorship Plantation and headed by out to his transportation, the Royal Cow. Riding off to the Great Palace he arrived in a short 10 minutes and dismounted the Royal Cow, walking into the Great Palace, not stopping as he normally does to gaze at the natural beauty of the Great Palace, which was built inside of an ancient tree. He arrived and the Supreme Council provided him with fast transportation to the NSP (National Space Program) Headquarters, which was in a remote location, Hundreds of miles away from the capital. After entering the PTS (Personal Transit System) the King sat down and was transported to the NSPHQ in just 5 minutes, less time than it took to go just a few miles by Cow. The PTS was considered by much of the populas to be the greatest accomplishment of the Farmer government in recent times, and it was the most effective way of connecting the far corners of the Kingdom since the abolition of motor vehicles many centuries ago. Upon arriving at the NSPHQ the King was greeted by the small staff of only about 100 on hand. They prepared him as usual for space travel, but he had been into space before so he needed little instruction on the space craft. After the necessary checks of the craft and the proper crew assembled, the King and his spaceship, the Black Raven, were ready to travel to the distant world called "Klaria". After a smooth exit of the atmosphere the Black Raven was directed to the planet. The ship entered "flight mode", a relatively primative form of hyperspace travel. It took a day and a half to reach the planet "Klaria", and the Black Raven landed on the planet. The King strode off the Black Raven with an array of assistants: two cows (one for travel and one used as a pack animal), three ravens for communication with the ship, two trained forest cats (Animals native to the southern forests of the Kingdom of Free Farmers, they resemble panthers. The ones bred in captivity are often genetically engineered for certain needed traits, abilities, and characteristics.) for personal defense. The King got out his directions to the capital of the planet, and mounted his cow, directing it towards the area. The other animals followed in step and the short three mile journey began. Upon arriving at the designated location the King dismounted his travel cow and walked majestically with his ceremonial attire: his cape made entirely of leaves from the Forest of Life, his crown of raven feathers, his golden walking staff which has many important symbols of the Farmers' national identity encrusted in it, and a red silk robe with a sash made of wheat (the largest crop of the Kingdom). The King walked up to the door where the meeting place was and knocked, awaiting someone to ask him to come inside.

A single transport ship jumped in-system to Romia. On board were several ambassadors. A message was dispatched to the Romian government:

To: The Kingdom of Astral Romia
From: The Federation of Amazonian Beasts

The FedAB would like to attend this conference of interstellar governments, and would be honored if you accepted us. We have diplomats en route.

-FedAB

The closest government ship to the Anacio Treeship at the time of its arrival was a cruiser by the name of Heracles (http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/7496/cruiser2kg.png). It was an elegant ship with no angular features. If not for its designation as a military ship, there would be no way to tell that it was a Royal Navy vessel as all of its weapons were concealed behind protective armored shields, which would open up to reveal the weapons during a time of battle. The Heracles sent out the following transmission to Lady Naru Nanase:

This is the Heracles. We will escort you to Klaria, where you will receive directions to the landing zone. Coordinates are being sent along with this transmission.

The Heracles set out and lead the way for the Anacio Treeship. It lead the way through the system, passing the gas giant of Malos, the two icy worlds of Gria and Comi, and arrived at the Inner Ring. The Inner Ring was the term for the seven similar planets which contained eighty percent of the Kingdom’s population. They were the same approximate size and shared the same orbital path around the star, known as Astral.

The Heracles moved in on one of these planets. As the two ships got closer, it could be seen that the upper atmosphere of the planet was a busy place, with several space stations for the docking of various ships in orbit. The Heracles was capable of moving into the lower atmosphere of the planet, but did not want to because it needed to divert extra energy to its shields in order to do so. So instead, the ship emitted a small fighter craft (http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/2060/fighter5kt.png) which lead the Anacio Treeship the rest of the way to the landing zone.

The two ships descended towards the city of Seraphia. The landscape was a balanced mix between the sparkling white stone buildings and the seemingly untouched areas of forests and temperate vegetation around them. In the distance, majestic rolling hills could be seen. Birds fluttered out of the trees as the ships glided over them.

The fighter signaled for the Anacio Treeship to land on a stone landing zone below. A formally dressed man walked out of one of the many small stone air traffic control buildings surrounding the landing zone, awaiting Lady Naru Nanase. The man had just sent a signal to the ships from Dweladelfia Prime and the Federation of Amazonian Beasts telling them the location of this landing zone.

Meanwhile, the King of Free Farmers had ridden into the courtyard of an enormous structure known as Mirom’s Forum. Named after King Mirom XII, it was primarily famous for being the place of meeting for the Senate, although it was also equipped to serve various other government functions, such as conferences between the leaders of the universe. Mirom’s forum was made out of five domes, one large dome in the center with four smaller ones placed an equal distance apart from each other. The outside of the building was covered in intricate architectural designs, such as pillars, arches, gargoyles, and engravings of biblical events. Countless spires punched up from the building with a Romian Flag on top of each. Outside of the building, as with the rest of the city, laid hundreds of fountains with intricate designs.

The King of Free Farmers was fortunate that he was not arrested on his journey, as a man riding a cow would be a very suspicious occurrence. He was fortunate that there were few police on Romia and that Seraphia was not densely populated.

The King was not fortunate enough, however, to escape the security droids. From behind large walls of hedges spied several security droids which had been set up to ensure safety during the conference. The Prime Minister made it a point in the planning of the conference that it be heavily protected, although he wanted all weapons and security to be out of view, as it may distract visitors from the purpose of the conference. The droids trained their visual sensors on the King, but because the situation was not immediately threatening, stayed back and out of view.

Meanwhile, at a security command center, a beeping noise disturbed a security sergeant who was eating a biscuit. The beeping noise had begun suddenly, and it startled the sergeant.

A man who was out of view also heard the beeping noise and asked, “Did the security droids see anything weird, Carl?”

“This better not be another squirrel,” the sergeant named Carl said as he turned around to press a flashing red button. The security screens on the walls showed several different views of the courtyard from the point of view of several different security droids.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” informed Carl. “It’s just a man riding…is that a cow?!”

Carl did not know whether to burst out laughing or gag. While the chances were not high of a mentally ill person escaping from the hospital and freeing animals in the zoo, what other explanation could there be for what they were seeing? The man out of sight needed conformation. “What?” he asked.

“Well let me send this over to Beta Command,” said Carl.

In the courtyard, the King had since dismounted his steed. Except for the quiet splashing of the fountains, no noise penetrated the area. The silence was soon erased by that of two large doors opening. The doors were behind several rows of pillars that supported a roof, which resembled the temples of ancient Greece. A security droid had walked out. It’s glowing blue appendages could be seen clearly in the shade. Several smooth metallic plates partially covered the glowing blue circuits. The droid had a very humanlike appearance.

The droid cleared the columns and stepped out into the sunlight, which reflected off of the silver metallic plates. After descending down the steps of the stoop, the droid approached the gate behind which the King was waiting. The doors opened after the droid hit a small button on a panel next to them. The droid then said in a half-human voice: “Sir, would you please let me escort you off the premises.”

Before the King could comply with the droid’s orders, however, a properly dressed official came out behind the droid. “No, it’s okay,” he said. He turned to the droid. “This is the King of a nation known as Free Farmers. We cleared him upon entry of the system.”

“Very well. I am sorry,” was the response the droid gave.

The formally dressed man turned back to the King. “I am sorry about that. I am Senator Fron Pilmar. Welcome to Romia.” The senator, not knowing that feathers, leaves, and wheat were the King’s formal attire, added, “It looks like you had a rough landing. Let us get you cleaned up. Your animals will be taken care of.”

The senator made a note in his mind to send a droid out later to search for and clean up any droppings procured by the animals.

The King was a bit stunned by the quick progression of events, but responded to Senator, "Very good to meet you Senator. A rough landing, no, the landing was fine...oh, you must be speaking of my attire. This is the traditional dress I wear whenever leaving my home world to represent my people on other planets and during official ceremonies. I am sorry for the mistake with the droid, and the probably odd enterance to your great capital, I realize most nations do not have the same laws and traditions as my own. The animals do not need to be cared for, they are highly intelligent and well trained, they can find their way back to the ship. I must ask that I am allowed to keep one of my birds with me though, it is my only form of communication to my ship's crew. He is well behaved, I promise he will be no trouble to you. But I have forgotten my manners," The King then changed to a more noble, kingly voice, and said, "I am King Mortillaro VI of the Free Farmers. I am here on behalf of the Supreme Council and the people of the Kingdom of Free Farmers to attend an interplantary meeting we were received a message about."

The Dweladelfian Distroyer DPS-Prince Avondale, striked out of hyperspace. Light shined brightly off its hull. As it entered orbit around Romia, a small shuttle came out of the hanger bay.


"Romia Control request permission to land."

Senator Fron Pilmar was rather disgusted to hear about the King’s attire. Who would wear cloths made out of feathers, leaves, and wheat to any formal event, let alone to such an important conference as this? The senator considered telling the King to change in to something else, but decided against it.

“Welcome, King Mortillaro VI. You have come to thre right place. Let us step inside.”

Meanwhile, the following message was sent out to the Dweladelfian ships:

The shuttle may land at the landing zone labeled on the map that is also encoded in this transmission. The destroyer, however, must leave immediately. No warships will be allowed at this conference. You may send another ship to pick up the shuttle when the conference is over.

The transport ship moved into Romian orbit as a shuttle was prepared to lauch the diplomats.

"This is the courier Vega, requesting control permission to land diplomatic shuttle, if you could show us in..."

A transmission sent to the FedAB diplomatic shuttle read, "Permission granted."

The Heracles was still in the same general area above the landing zone. A fighter flew out from it's hanger and towards the diplomatic shuttle and a transmission from the Heracles instructed the shuttle to follow the fighter down to the landing zone. The fighter flew down through the clouds and into the sparkling city of Seraphia, where it landed at the appropriate place.

The King smiled, turned and said in Forest Tongue (The official and most used language of the Kingdom, more importantly the language the animals were trained to understand) "Back to the ship." to his animal companions. He then snapped his fingers twice and a raven turned around and perched itself on his shoulder. King Mortillaro then followed the Senator inside the large building.

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