NationStates Jolt Archive

Yohanne smiled. Finally, something I'm good at, he thought to himself.

He lifted his eyes from the datapad and stared out his office window. Below him, a thousand millions went about their daily business within the Federal Capital. Tall corporate towers dominated the sky, thousands upon thousands of craft weaving their way in between the spires toward their destinations.

Pushing off the carpeting, the Chancellor swung his chair about to face his desk. Face forward, eyes wide, Yohanne watched as his thoughts appeared in the holoprojection. Mentally composing his letter, Yohanne erased lines, inserted new ones, rearranged wording, and made other minor adjustments to the document.

The Chancellor was so engaged he didn't notice Julian Weischten enter the office. Silently, the Foreign Minister shuffled toward Yohanne's rather large Cherrywood desk. Julian widely spaced his hands as he carefully positioned his head directly in front of Chancellor Schutgart's holoscreen.

Smiling at Yohanne's obliviousness, Julian uttered a loud yell. The Chancellor jumped at least three feet out of his chair, screaming in his bass voice all the way up. Julian fell backward into a chair, doubled over in laughter. He composed himself and straightened up. He couldn't change his purple face, though.

"I got you good, Sir," Julian said with a smirk.

Yohanne's eyes widened, his brow was set, and his lips were drawn into a single line. He would have appeared to be in a murderous attitude. His facade didn't last for long though. The Chancellor's lip curled up, and after that he burst into laughter.

The two spent the next few minutes laughing before they finally tired of it and stopped.

The Minister was the first to speak. "So, watcha doing that's got your attention so wrapt in the screen?" He pulled his right leg up and set it comfortably over the left knee as he made his inquiry.

Yohanne took his seat and set his desk back in order. "I'm--I was writing a proposal to the High Council suggesting that we apply for GFFA Membership. I'm almost finished." He leaned over his desk and handed his friend a holocrystal chip.

"Ah, diplomacy, eh?" Julian said with cocked brow as he took the chip and placed it in his chair's arm. A screen appeared before his face. Taking a few minutes to read the contents of the chip, he finally closed the screen and looked at the Chancellor. "Very good. They'll have to accept if they want to be reelected. Don't you just love painting refusal to a proposal as unpatriotic?"

Yohanne chuckled. "Works every time. Besides, it's what I do best."

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Two days later

"Well, the Council approved your proposal. But we knew it would."

The Chancellor smiled. "Indeed. Julian, guess what. You get to write our request for membership in the GFFA."

Rolling his eyes, Julian replied, "Another communique. Wonderful. I suppose I can't just hand this to the Vice?"

"'Fraid not."

"I figured."

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To the GFFA:

We, the United Federation of Germanische Zustande, hereby request membership within your organization.

We send this request because we feel that mutual benefit would be gained by association of our two parties. The Federation brings enormous manufacturing capabilities, advanced technologies, and a powerful economy to the table for the eventual benefit of all members of the GFFA.

Our fleets would also be better able to protect our allies, should the UFGZ be accepted within the alliance.

We await a responce,

Sincerely,

Julian Weischten,
Foreign Minister,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Atheos Prime
UFGZ

OOC: You're lucky I was bored. I hadn't realized this got posted.:p

IC:

No transmissions could be received directly at the capital due to lockdown but listening posts and just normal channels were able to pick up the diplomacy request. So it was received by a garrison force stationed near the fringes of Abh space and a communication's ship was dispatched. It would take a day or two for the shuttle to reach the capital as it had to change Sords every now and then and link up with the right path in Plane Space.

Finally a very tired young Abh woman stepped out of the ship and onto the dock in the capital of Lakfakalae. The woman rushed up to security where she was escorted into the throne room.

Huffing and puffing, she dropped down to a knee. "Your majesty, I have come from the garrison forces in sector 29. We intercepted a message from a nation seeking to be admitted into the GFFA."

Emperor Dubeusec looked suspicious though. "Perhaps it is a trick from the enemy to try and pull a sheep's cloak over a wolf as they come in the guise of friendship and aid."

The woman shook her head. "No you majesty. Reports have stated that this same nation is also fighting alongside Dweladelfia Prime against the nation of Talaax."

"Fighting amongst one another is not such an uncommon thing. A nation not too long ago seeked to become a member of our alliance. Not long after, we found ourselves dragged into a conflict that only helped to usurp the former leader of the Galactic Empire which caused the current Emperor to be inplaced. Because of that, we are now fighting the entire alliance where we either prevail or perish. Child you were not there when we fought our great war. You do not even appear to be beyond the age of 100."

She was obviously flustered and didn't understand why the Emperor was being so stubborn about this. "Your majesty!"

The Abriel raised his hand to silence her. "Very well. I will send someone to make contact with them and work out arrangements. You may go now and rest. You may stay for a few days if you wish."

The woman stood and bowed. "Thank you your majesty but I must get back to my post." With that, she turned around and walked out.

The Emperor looked down at the green jewel in his clyuno. "Bring me Lady Jessica."

A voice on the other end replied, "Right away your highness."
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An hour later the grand doors to the Throne Room opened wide. The woman was tall with pale skin and long blue hair was pulled back into a pony tail and stretched down to just abover her waist. She walked as if she glided off the floor. It is rumored that the Abh tend to be beautiful but this one surpassed any and all expectations. Even her modest apparel did nothing to diminish her radiance.

A single lightsaber clicked at her side until she finally stopped just before the dias. "You requested my presence your Highness?"

He smiled. "Yes, I have a job for you. I was debating between either sending a Jedi or a member of the Betterman council on this mission but I believe you would be best for this."

"I am honored your majesty."

"The United Federation of Germanische Zustande has requested membership in the GFFA. I would like you to go there and take charge of the meeting and list all guidelines for what it means to be a member of the alliance."

"Is that all Emperor?"

"Only watch yourself. It should not be a terribly long and boring meeting but still make sure all the details of the alliance are worked out. I will have a ship standing by for your departure."

The woman Jedi bowed and left the room to take of her personal effects and await for her ship to be prepared.
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To: United Federation of Germanische Zustande
From: The Abh Empire

An ambassador is being dispatched to your home territory to discuss the guidelines for membership in the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances. We have traced the signal back but if you wish to change the meeting place then please notify the ambassador when she arrives. It should only take an hour or two for her to arrive.

31st Emperor of the Jade Throne Dubeusec
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The Whitestar screamed out of a docks as the field was lowered so that a jump gate could be formed. The void of Hyperspace opened up before her and then she was gone. Space contracted to short distances to speed travel from one of the galaxy to the next.

"They traced the signal! THEY TRACED THE SIGNAL!!!"

The Foreign Minister burst into the Chancellor's office, eyes open wide, face contorted in terror. His jaw hung open in shock. Slamming into the desk, Julian dropped a holocrystal on Yohanne's desk. It clattered as it bounced before coming to rest.

"Calm down, Julian. All extra-Federation communications are sent from our station outside Unsere Hoffnung. I still can't believe the Republic hasn't seized it," The Chancellor's thoughts drifted, his eyes slowly dropped to the drawar that held war reports. "But that's another story," he said, turning back to look at the Minister. "As far as they know, they'll arrive at a typical Federal-Pattern Starbase, be escorted aboard, and you'll have to be there."

Julian seemed to have been reassured by that bit of news. "Well, I'm so happy that this information is kept from me," he said bitingly.

"Security precautions. But you don't really think we'd be so stupid as to send EM waves from the Homeworld?"

"As if our enemies couldn't find us by all the gravimetric distortions, quantum singularities, and other manner of defenses we've set up," The Foreign Minister muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" The Chancellor's eyebrow perked up questioningly.

"Nothing. I just said that I'd better go find myself a transport."

"Good thinking."

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A bright flash of light, then nothing, as the Frigate de-Folded. It pulled alongside an open docking pylon which extended from the equator of the roughly-spherical station.

Julian stepped off the Fold-Pad within the heart of the construct. He made his way to the central conference hall, escorted on either side by a Federal Marine.

The massive, twenty-foot-tall doors slid apart with nary a sound, revealing the gold-gilded marble Corinthian Columns which stretched up at least fifty feet. An ornate painting of the Founding of the Federation was painted on the ceiling, reminiscient of the ancient painting adorning the Sistine Chapel's ceiling. Enormous statues of the greatest heroes of Federal History stood in the alcoves between the columns. To top everything off, a magnificent chandelier hung from the ceiling, literally millions of crystals pieced together, its anchor sitting right in the center of the painted Constitution; that particular aspect of the painting and chandelier carried a much larger meaning. If you looked at it just right, an image would form within the Chandelier, but no one had seen it in a century.

"Well, let's guild the lily, why don't we," the Minister sneered. "I suppose it is meant to throw foreigners off balance. We'll see how it works."

He took a seat and the head of a rather large oval marble table and waited. It would be at least another hour and a half before the Abh Ambassador was due to arrive.

It was two hours later actually when the Whitestar tore open a void in space, a void leading the dimension of Hyperspace. The blackness was soon turned to gold as the sleek ship peeled out and barreled rolled to signal its arrival.

The woman sat smiling in the chair. She was Abh and nothing felt more at home than being in space. She really hoped that the proceedings would take somewhere in space instead of on a planet.

So there they were hovering in space. Jessica crossed her legs as she repositioned herself in her chair. "Better let them know we have arrived. I don't feel like getting shot at today. I've been doing that enough lately."

A wide frequency transmission was sent out far and wide since they really didn't know who they would be addressing.

The ambassador from the Abh Empire has arrived and awaits instructions on where to meet all parties partaking in the proceedings.

OOC: I don't want to write another plot-post tonight.

I'd simply like to say that the UFGZ is extremely Paranoid. When the Foreign Minister thought that you'd found our space, he was distrought. We've tried to keep ourselves hidden for as long as we have existed. Indeed, only one nation has ever seen Atheos Prime. Usually we'd have all foreigners enter at Normandeicht, the gateway to the Federation.

But the Rebels seized Normandeicht the first day of the Schism.

If you had found the location of our worlds, we would have done everything in our power to erase that information. Even if you had simply deleted it, we could not have been sure. So you're lucky we sent the signal from a Federal territory on the other side of the Galaxy.

ooc: As you said, the signal came from some federal station and not a home world so the signal was only traced back to that source. I don't have the ship over anything major or the likes. Just the last known origin of your message.

ooc: As you said, the signal came from some federal station and not a home world so the signal was only traced back to that source. I don't have the ship over anything major or the likes. Just the last known origin of your message.

OOC: Yup. Had to come up with some way to avoid a war with you. :D

didn't mean to say that it came from your homeworld.

in anycase you got my ambassador floating around in the vastness of space wondering where she should go.:rolleyes:

"Minister, the GFFA representative has arrived. Her ship is waiting for clearance to dock."

Julian, still in a sulky mood, leered at his aide. Slowly rising to face the attache, the Foreign Minister's ire rose much more quickly.

"Is it not common sense to allow a foreign, peaceful, allied diplomat immediate entrace to a conference of this importance?"

His yell boomed throughout the enormous hall. Echoing, reverbrating, Julian's scathing remark repeated itself a hundred times.

In a brave attempt to show no emotion, the Aide kept a straight face, though his eyes and cheeks began to flush red with indignation. Well, this particular outburst wasn't too bad. But, as usual, he finds something to set him off. Every day. Always something, mused the Aide.

The Attache wordlessly turned on his heels and walked straight out of the hall.

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"I am special Attache to the Federal Foreign Minister. We apologize for the length of time our bureaucracy required to process your request to dock. The Dockmaster will take remote control of your vessel and guide it into Peir 2." The Aide offered a reassuring smile. "There will be a contingent waiting there to escort you to the Conference Hall. A pleasure," the man finished, and with a slight bow, he cut the communication.

Jessica nodded her blue haired head. "No offense taken. I look forward to meeting you all. Control is now yours dockmaster."