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The invitation went out across space:

To: All concerned Nations
From: The Solarin League, President Harris

We invite any national leader willing to join us to a Masquerade celebrating our entance into true space flight. Please, any that wish may attend, but any overly large entourages, or overly large squadrons will be turned away from our territory, we do not wish any war on this momentous occasion.

And I hope that there are not so many fools in this galaxy as I fear may be the case.

OOC: Ok Balrogga. Attendees:

Animarnia
Kaymiril
Balrogga
Humankind Abh
Mini Miehm
No Endorse
*I think that's everyone. More added as they appear.*

Teril d' Kestal read the note, and handed it to his eldest daughter.

"Respond to this, see if you would like to go. It is a tiny nation..and might require aid."

Sildara d' Kestal looked at the message. "You ask me to go and judge?"

"To go and judge...to go and make contacts. Just request more information."
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*A little later*

Sildara looked over the reply one last time, before sending it off.

President Harris, of The Solarin League.

Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro.

I write to you at behest of my father, Teril d' Kestal, Chancellor of State, and as a representative of our Valsharess, Kaymiril VII.

I would like to request more information about your nation and the event you have so graciously sent inviations to.

Bwael al,

Sildara d' Kestal.

Teril d' Kestal read the note, and handed it to his eldest daughter.

"Respond to this, see if you would like to go. It is a tiny nation..and might require aid."

Sildara d' Kestal looked at the message. "You ask me to go and judge?"

"To go and judge...to go and make contacts. Just request more information."
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*A little later*

Sildara looked over the reply one last time, before sending it off.

President Harris, of The Solarin League.

Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro.

I write to you at behest of my father, Teril d' Kestal, Chancellor of State, and as a representative of our Valsharess, Kaymiril VII.

I would like to request more information about your nation and the event you have so graciously sent inviations to.

Bwael al,

Sildara d' Kestal.

Reply:

I am afraid that I do not understand your greeting, but I return it in full. We are a small but reasonably advanced nation, and this is a celebration of our Faster than light capability becoming smaller and more effective, meaning it is now practical for military and civilian use. Our first fleet of Tsukayama Drive vessels will be displayed at the end of the Masquerade, as well as our older intrasystem fleet. The materials composing our starship hulls have made effective faster than light exploration possible. Now that we are able we wish to display the full might of our Merchant Marine and Navy to the universe at large. We would be honored by your attendence.

Bumperiffic. Intros should be pounced upon, as per usual, not left to stagnate.

There were many nations in the Galaxy, but few invited the Miehmish directly into their midst. Now it would become interesting.

Transmission to President Harris:

We would be willing to send a representative to this Masquerade. Admiral Harrington will arrive within the day. If you wish to establish relations with us we would be most amenable.

There were many nations in the Galaxy, but few invited the Miehmish directly into their midst. Now it would become interesting.

Transmission to President Harris:

We would be willing to send a representative to this Masquerade. Admiral Harrington will arrive within the day. If you wish to establish relations with us we would be most amenable.

Reply:

You are quite welcome to attend. The Masquerade is scheduled for one week hence, your Admiral may stay in the Palace if he wishes, any formal relationships must be dealt with after the celebrations are concluded.

"Lord Kunra, a message has arrived via Holonet relay. It is from a so-called Solarin League. They invite you to a gathering to establish relations." The messenger stood in the threshold of Kunra's private chambers, trembling in fear as most subordinates did. Kunra was a man to whom anger - murderous rage more like it - came easily. The slightest comment from a subordinate could result in a most painful death. On this occassion, however, Kunra was in a rare good mood.

"Indeed? Send a reply then. I shall attend, alone. Prepare my personal shuttle and a small honour guard. Perhaps this nation can be brought into our fold." His voice emanated from the darkness of his chamber, the source hidden. The mechanical quality of his voice, caused by an artificial voice box, coupled with the deep basso setting of his voice was enough to cause fear on it's own.


To: Solarin League
RE: Invitation

Lord Kunra, Emperor of the Yuuzhan Vong, has deigned to attend this "masquerade". He will arrive shortly in the company of a small contingent of guards aboard the shuttle Sithspawn. We hope to be able to establish formal relations on behalf of the Yuuzhan Vong and the Galactic Empire.

"Lord Kunra, a message has arrived via Holonet relay. It is from a so-called Solarin League. They invite you to a gathering to establish relations." The messenger stood in the threshold of Kunra's private chambers, trembling in fear as most subordinates did. Kunra was a man to whom anger - murderous rage more like it - came easily. The slightest comment from a subordinate could result in a most painful death. On this occassion, however, Kunra was in a rare good mood.

"Indeed? Send a reply then. I shall attend, alone. Prepare my personal shuttle and a small honour guard. Perhaps this nation can be brought into our fold." His voice emanated from the darkness of his chamber, the source hidden. The mechanical quality of his voice, caused by an artificial voice box, coupled with the deep basso setting of his voice was enough to cause fear on it's own.

Reply:

You are quite welcome. The Masquerade will not begin for one week, this is to allow many nations to respond. Please accept the hospitality of our palace until the Masquerade begins.

Reply:

You are quite welcome to attend. The Masquerade is scheduled for one week hence, your Admiral may stay in the Palace if he wishes, any formal relationships must be dealt with after the celebrations are concluded.

Thank you. She will arrive soon, please be prepared to recieve her.

A simple message from the Balrogga Empire was transmitted.

Greetings

There will be someone attending from the Imperial Court. They will arrive shortly before the celebration.

Please prepare for their arrival

Solarin League Capitol System

The tiny shuttle emerged smoothly from hyperspace at the edge of the system and immediately engaged it's ion engines. Course set for the appointed planet, the pilot began broadcasting a message to Solarin orbital control. "Solarin authorities, this is the shuttle Sithspawn bearing Lord Kunra. We request that you provide us with a landing pad and a designated course."

A simple message from the Balrogga Empire was transmitted.

Reply:

We appreciate your attendance. Might we ask how to prepare for their arrival, and when they will be arriving?

Solarin League Capitol System

The tiny shuttle emerged smoothly from hyperspace at the edge of the system and immediately engaged it's ion engines. Course set for the appointed planet, the pilot began broadcasting a message to Solarin orbital control. "Solarin authorities, this is the shuttle Sithspawn bearing Lord Kunra. We request that you provide us with a landing pad and a designated course."

Reply:

Please follow the course we send you. When you reach the landing pad you will be met by President Harris and an Honor Guard.

Thank you. She will arrive soon, please be prepared to recieve her.

Reply:

Will we need to take any special precautions? Or make any special accomadations?

Admiral Spoor was sitting nicely in her chair with her legs crossed. The Latchkau was currently station in the Delmov System on a final check on the gaseous planet and its garrison forces. A communications craft was seen exiting the nearby sord making its way towards the Admiral's flagship.

Her chief of staff Cufadiss relayed the message to her. Spoor squeezed the bridge of her nose and sighed. "This is so so boring. I have longed for grand battles and destroying weak and inferior enemies. Unfortunatly it seems that all the great battles are now over and there is no one left to fight but boredom."

"Well admiral, HQ has just sent a message informing us that there is a party that will shortly be taking place in a new nation. You are being prompted to attend it as this will also be a chance to meet a new nation and possible others."

A finger was lifted from one edge of the nose as she opened her blood red eyes. "Perhaps that will releave the boredom. I suppose we will attend. Inform the Fatunay that they are in charge until my return."

"Yes Admiral."

"Alright Chief, move us into hyperspace and head for the party. This should be interesting."

Unbenounced to the admiral, a message was already sent to the nation about the party. Admiral Spoor was attending whether she liked it or not.

To the Solarin League:
From the Abh Empire:

The Grand Duchess Latopanyu Spoor shall be attending your party. Be prepared to receive her as she is already on the way.

Emperor Dubeusec of the Jade Throne

"Very well Solarin. Our ETA is 20 standard minutes."

The shuttle cruised through the void of space, swiftly covering the distance to the planet and entered the atmosphere. The trip from orbit to ground took only two or three minutes and the shuttle settled itself down on the landing pad softly. A minute later a hatch hissed open and a short landing ramp dropped from the nose of the shuttle.

Emerging slowly but confidently, Lord Kunra stepped into to the sun of this alien world and looked around. Taking in his surroundings with both his eyes and the Force, Kunra slowly met the gaze of each member of the welcoming party. His yellow eyes stared right through each man, as if that were not enough, he made sure to apply fairly liberal pressure through the Force pressing his own will against that of each man. He guaged the reaction of each man, testing their resolve before greeting them.

"I am Kunra, Dark Lord of the Sith and Emperor of the Yuuzhan Vong. It is a -pleasure- to meet with you. I am afraid that I have not been apprised of your names..." Coupled with his cold gaze, the weight of his presence bearing down on their minds, his emotionless mechanical voice gave the man a decidedly disconcerting quality. Many faltered at the sight of him, quivered at the sound of his voice. Those who knew him well cowered in fear at his mere presence on their world. He was a man to be feared, that much was evident in all first encounters.

Admiral Spoor was sitting nicely in her chair with her legs crossed. The Latchkau was currently station in the Delmov System on a final check on the gaseous planet and its garrison forces. A communications craft was seen exiting the nearby sord making its way towards the Admiral's flagship.

Her chief of staff Cufadiss relayed the message to her. Spoor squeezed the bridge of her nose and sighed. "This is so so boring. I have longed for grand battles and destroying weak and inferior enemies. Unfortunatly it seems that all the great battles are now over and there is no one left to fight but boredom."

"Well admiral, HQ has just sent a message informing us that there is a party that will shortly be taking place in a new nation. You are being prompted to attend it as this will also be a chance to meet a new nation and possible others."

A finger was lifted from one edge of the nose as she opened her blood red eyes. "Perhaps that will releave the boredom. I suppose we will attend. Inform the Fatunay that they are in charge until my return."

"Yes Admiral."

"Alright Chief, move us into hyperspace and head for the party. This should be interesting."

Unbenounced to the admiral, a message was already sent to the nation about the party. Admiral Spoor was attending whether she liked it or not.

Reply:

We will await her arrival. Please tell us of any special accomadations she will require.

"Very well Solarin. Our ETA is 20 standard minutes."

The shuttle cruised through the void of space, swiftly covering the distance to the planet and entered the atmosphere. The trip from orbit to ground took only two or three minutes and the shuttle settled itself down on the landing pad softly. A minute later a hatch hissed open and a short landing ramp dropped from the nose of the shuttle.

Emerging slowly but confidently, Lord Kunra stepped into to the sun of this alien world and looked around. Taking in his surroundings with both his eyes and the Force, Kunra slowly met the gaze of each member of the welcoming party. His yellow eyes stared right through each man, as if that were not enough, he made sure to apply fairly liberal pressure through the Force pressing his own will against that of each man. He guaged the reaction of each man, testing their resolve before greeting them.

"I am Kunra, Dark Lord of the Sith and Emperor of the Yuuzhan Vong. It is a -pleasure- to meet with you. I am afraid that I have not been apprised of your names..." Coupled with his cold gaze, the weight of his presence bearing down on their minds, his emotionless mechanical voice gave the man a decidedly disconcerting quality. Many faltered at the sight of him, quivered at the sound of his voice. Those who knew him well cowered in fear at his mere presence on their world. He was a man to be feared, that much was evident in all first encounters.

"I am president Harris, welcome to Solarin." The man was average height, and rather average appearance. The main thing that stood out was the six limbed cat on his left shoulder, and the quiet intelligence in the creatures eyes. "Please meet Samantha, my 'cat." A light almost creme color, the 'cat regarded the Yuuzhan Vong with something bordering on distaste, she began rapidly fluttering her upper true hands in a seemingly random manner, it was in fact the form of Sign they had worked out to communicate with the Treecats. [This man not good. Bad mind-glow, much anger, much hate. No trust.] President Harris regarded the 'cat and the Yuuzjhan Vong with equal ambivalence. He knew Samantha was telling the truth, but any reaction would be viewed negatively. "Samantha says hello, and we wish you welcome into the Palace."

The Marine Honor Guard saluted the Yuuzhan Vong Emperor, waiting for the signal to escort him to the rooms set aside for him.

Kunra stared down at Harris neutrally. Standing over seven feet tall, he was a giant compared to most humanoids. "As I said, a pleasure. Your world is quite breathtaking, very alive in the Force." He turned his gaze next on the unusual creature on the man's shoulder. Unlike most animals, this one had less primal thoughts. In fact, it was seemingly intelligent. He could even feel emotion, an angering emotion, but emotion nonetheless. "A most intriguing creature. Deceivingly intelligent. I can see it in it's eyes and feel it in the Force." He signalled his readyness to move toward the palace with a slight gesture and a step forward, although still holding the cat's gaze. "Are they numerous here?"

There were well over four score in the expansive meeting chamber, completly Terran for all most of them knew, and all but a few bored out of their minds. There had been weeks of talks, lectures, small political moves, and sheer partisanship, but the Inferno was slowly pulling itself together. Currently, Matthew Hunter was demonstrating a mathmatical approximation of the No Endorse foreign relations. John Archer, Minister for such affairs, watched with rapt attention. Most others were half asleep.

Suddenly, an aide burst into the room, carrying a readout. He approached a small microphone stand to the side and began speaking as Hunter cut himself off.

"We have a new signal on the inbounds, wideband access on the holowave. HavCom went crazy over it, probably just thought the Drift was expanding again." There were a few chuckles, the Haven High-Command would never live that incident down, especially with a repeat now. "They hail under a high banner, calling themselves The Solarin League. We postulate that even if the methods are not implemented, Class Three Kardashev capabilities exist." The aide then read aloud the transmission, and forwarded it to every terminal in the room.

John Archer signaled that he wished to speak as the acting High Mediator of the Rift. "Then we'll send out one of our most senior surviving diplomatic staff. Luke Hodges!" A man stood up near the back of the room. "Go to The Solarin League and meet with President Harris. See if their banner is as high as HavCom believes. You depart in three hours, tell your girlfriend and report to the docks A-SAP. With that, would the gentleman from the Laski Factions please continue?"

As Matthew Hunter began anew, Luke Hodges exited, hopping onto a single Bloodhound class cruiser and jumping out.

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To: The Solarin League, President Harris
From: Diplomatic Envoy Luke Hodges, The Galactic Inferno of No Endorse

We have recieved your hailings, and we wish to pay you a visit. No Endorse has visited multiple nations on their eve of true spaceflight and supraluminal travel, and we have found that all parties involved gain much from the situation.

I shall be coming in a seven-hundred meter long cruiser, the NES Destiny. It is indeed armed. There have been significant problems in the No Endorse area with pirates and it is merely a precaution. It will not be used against you or your people, and I shall use a smaller shuttle to land on your planet, unless you would prefer to provide a shuttle. We hail you, and I wish to see you soon.

Hodges smiled in the dimly lit ship as he sent off the transmission. Another day on the job... Sara's going to be so pissed.

The very fabric of space was ripped open in a bluish haze as Admiral Spoor's flagship glided into the area. The Abh stroked her long blue braid as she reclined in her chair at perfect ease. "Chief inform them that we have arrived and ready my shuttle for departure."

Cufadiss turned back to his glass counsel. "Yes ma'am."

This is the Latchkau from the Abh Empire. We are requesting coordinants to land a shuttle.

The shuttle containing Admiral Spoor dropped from the belly of the ship.

Kunra stared down at Harris neutrally. Standing over seven feet tall, he was a giant compared to most humanoids. "As I said, a pleasure. Your world is quite breathtaking, very alive in the Force." He turned his gaze next on the unusual creature on the man's shoulder. Unlike most animals, this one had less primal thoughts. In fact, it was seemingly intelligent. He could even feel emotion, an angering emotion, but emotion nonetheless. "A most intriguing creature. Deceivingly intelligent. I can see it in it's eyes and feel it in the Force." He signalled his readyness to move toward the palace with a slight gesture and a step forward, although still holding the cat's gaze. "Are they numerous here?"

"There are many, they maintain their own rather primitive society, uness they choose a human. Then we have a relationship similar to Samantha and myself. They are indeed sentient as you may suspect. Their size often leads others to underestimate them." President Harris and the Marines stepped towards the Palace, alongside the Talaaxian Emperor.

"Indeed? I have never seen such intelligence in a wild animal, except perhaps voxyn..." Kunra trailed off with that, disappearing into the memory of events long past. For nearly a minute he relived the memories before composing himself. "Apologies... Voxyn and I have a... colourful... history. Perhaps we could speak of it later..."

Kunra glanced down at Harris, staring directly into his eyes as was his habit. It was meant to inspire fear in subordinates and generally worked. He did this now more out of force of habit than any desire to frighten the man beside him. "Tell me, Harris, how long have your people traveled the stars?"

occ-My leader is only know as Dictator. he wheres modifed clone trooper armor. He has no family and all his ties and orgins are unknow.

the titian;the most powerful ship in 1010102's fleet arived in system on the president's invation. it lanched Dictator's shuttle to the suface of the planetlone.

"This is a very impressive planet for a race only just achiving true space flight"

"Yes it is my lord."

There were well over four score in the expansive meeting chamber, completly Terran for all most of them knew, and all but a few bored out of their minds. There had been weeks of talks, lectures, small political moves, and sheer partisanship, but the Inferno was slowly pulling itself together. Currently, Matthew Hunter was demonstrating a mathmatical approximation of the No Endorse foreign relations. John Archer, Minister for such affairs, watched with rapt attention. Most others were half asleep.

Suddenly, an aide burst into the room, carrying a readout. He approached a small microphone stand to the side and began speaking as Hunter cut himself off.

"We have a new signal on the inbounds, wideband access on the holowave. HavCom went crazy over it, probably just thought the Drift was expanding again." There were a few chuckles, the Haven High-Command would never live that incident down, especially with a repeat now. "They hail under a high banner, calling themselves The Solarin League. We postulate that even if the methods are not implemented, Class Three Kardashev capabilities exist." The aide then read aloud the transmission, and forwarded it to every terminal in the room.

John Archer signaled that he wished to speak as the acting High Mediator of the Rift. "Then we'll send out one of our most senior surviving diplomatic staff. Luke Hodges!" A man stood up near the back of the room. "Go to The Solarin League and meet with President Harris. See if their banner is as high as HavCom believes. You depart in three hours, tell your girlfriend and report to the docks A-SAP. With that, would the gentleman from the Laski Factions please continue?"

As Matthew Hunter began anew, Luke Hodges exited, hopping onto a single Bloodhound class cruiser and jumping out.

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Hodges smiled in the dimly lit ship as he sent off the transmission. Another day on the job... Sara's going to be so pissed.

Reply:

So long as it is not over-large we will not object to its presence. Please bring your own shuttle, and land that the coordinates included in this transmission.

The very fabric of space was ripped open in a bluish haze as Admiral Spoor's flagship glided into the area. The Abh stroked her long blue braid as she reclined in her chair at perfect ease. "Chief inform them that we have arrived and ready my shuttle for departure."

Cufadiss turned back to his glass counsel. "Yes ma'am."



The shuttle containing Admiral Spoor dropped from the belly of the ship.

Reply:

Please land at the coordinates included in this transmission.

"Indeed? I have never seen such intelligence in a wild animal, except perhaps voxyn..." Kunra trailed off with that, disappearing into the memory of events long past. For nearly a minute he relived the memories before composing himself. "Apologies... Voxyn and I have a... colourful... history. Perhaps we could speak of it later..."

Kunra glanced down at Harris, staring directly into his eyes as was his habit. It was meant to inspire fear in subordinates and generally worked. He did this now more out of force of habit than any desire to frighten the man beside him. "Tell me, Harris, how long have your people traveled the stars?"

"Many centuries. It has simply been too expensive to mount an effective Faster Than Light engine on a ship until this point. Recent advances have made it MUCH more cost effective, and the Fleet is finally retrofitted with Tsukayama Drives. We are still horribly outnumbered, but we can defend ourselve effectively, and begin trading with other interstellar nations."

occ-My leader is only know as Dictator. he wheres modifed clone trooper armor. He has no family and all his ties and orgins are unknow.

the titian;the most powerful ship in 1010102's fleet arived in system on the president's invation. it lanched Dictator's shuttle to the suface of the planetlone.

"This is a very impressive planet for a race only just achiving true space flight"

"Yes it is my lord."

Transmission to unknown warship:

Declare your intentions. If you are delivering a diplomat then deposit them, and leave the system. Forces of such size will not be allowed within our system at this time.

From: A Government Official
To: The Solarin League

We would be honour to take part in your Masquerade, we regret we cannot spare many ships due to the current war we are engaged in however one of our Flag officers has found the time to participate. With your permission we would like to send 1 Ikari class Battleship into your space to watch the Masquerade and deliver our Admiral. The ship weapons and shield will be powered down while in your space. We hope to engage in technology trade.

From: A Government Official
To: The Solarin League

We would be honour to take part in your Masquerade, we regret we cannot spare many ships due to the current war we are engaged in however one of our Flag officers has found the time to participate. With your permission we would like to send 1 Ikari class Battleship into your space to watch the Masquerade and deliver our Admiral. The ship weapons and shield will be powered down while in your space. We hope to engage in technology trade.

Reply:

You may bring your ship within our borders, please insure that all weapons and other military equipment inactive. Technology exchange will not be possible at this time, as we are well satisfied with our current equipment.

To: The Solarin League
From: The Hiigaran Empire

The Hiigaran Empire, a normally abstinate nation in universal affairs, would enjoy sending the company of the Vice Speaker of the Diamid (Vice-President Effectively). As per our regulations, he shall be delivered in a battlecruiser (http://www.freewebs.com/spacenavy/shipsofthefleet.htm), which will then jump out of system to keep your near-space clear of military craft. After the affair is over, we shall pick him up the same way we came.

If you are in agreement, please reply so.

Hopefully,
Lira Irri Hraal
Kiith-sa of Hraal

To: The Solarin League
From: The Hiigaran Empire

The Hiigaran Empire, a normally abstinate nation in universal affairs, would enjoy sending the company of the Vice Speaker of the Diamid (Vice-President Effectively). As per our regulations, he shall be delivered in a battlecruiser (http://www.freewebs.com/spacenavy/shipsofthefleet.htm), which will then jump out of system to keep your near-space clear of military craft. After the affair is over, we shall pick him up the same way we came.

If you are in agreement, please reply so.

Hopefully,
Lira Irri Hraal
Kiith-sa of Hraal


Reply:

You are welcome to attend. It is quite acceptable for you to do as you intend. Please keep the transfer as short as possible, we understand that you will not attack us, but we are uneasy about military ships in our system.

Reply:

So long as it is not over-large we will not object to its presence. Please bring your own shuttle, and land that the coordinates included in this transmission.

A single word, "Confirmed," was sent in response. The No Endorse craft screamed into the system, its massive jumpwake illuminating even the most primative of sensors. The ship (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/anomaly149/contortedshipangles.jpg) was jet black with a split-engine design, quite odd for No Endorse designers, and had a very odd looking weapon located on its bow. No other weapons were visible. Its imposing shape almost hid the fact that it was a mere seven-hundred meters.

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Luke Hodges was asleep in his personal shuttle already, feet propped up on the main contol panel. A small buzzer sounded, and he started back to consciousness. Over the intercom, a crewman spoke quickly, and then left him in peace. "We are approximatly three hours from the orbit of their homeworld at standard diplomatic speed. Recommend that you take your shuttle and jump closer. We don't want to keep them waiting."

"Confirmed crewman." The hangar door opened up to the void, and Luke pulled the small craft out of it deftly, and set coordinates for a tac-jump. The small shuttle dissapeared, reappering a mere second later almost in the planet's orbit. It then dipped into the atmosphere, landing at the specified coordinates.

A single word, "Confirmed," was sent in response. The No Endorse craft screamed into the system, its massive jumpwake illuminating even the most primative of sensors. The ship (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/anomaly149/contortedshipangles.jpg) was jet black with a split-engine design, quite odd for No Endorse designers, and had a very odd looking weapon located on its bow. No other weapons were visible. Its imposing shape almost hid the fact that it was a mere seven-hundred meters.

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Luke Hodges was asleep in his personal shuttle already, feet propped up on the main contol panel. A small buzzer sounded, and he started back to consciousness. Over the intercom, a crewman spoke quickly, and then left him in peace. "We are approximatly three hours from the orbit of their homeworld at standard diplomatic speed. Recommend that you take your shuttle and jump closer. We don't want to keep them waiting."

"Confirmed crewman." The hangar door opened up to the void, and Luke pulled the small craft out of it deftly, and set coordinates for a tac-jump. The small shuttle dissapeared, reappering a mere second later almost in the planet's orbit. It then dipped into the atmosphere, landing at the specified coordinates.

The second Ambassador was greeted by the Prime Minister, and a second Honor Guard of Marines. "I am Prime Minister William Alexander, welcome to Solarin."

"Many centuries. It has simply been too expensive to mount an effective Faster Than Light engine on a ship until this point. Recent advances have made it MUCH more cost effective, and the Fleet is finally retrofitted with Tsukayama Drives. We are still horribly outnumbered, but we can defend ourselve effectively, and begin trading with other interstellar nations."

"My own people have travelled the stars for millenia. Perhaps as long as a hundred thousand years. As a matter of fact, the Yuuzhan Vong are not even native to this galaxy. We left our own galaxy en masse thousands of years ago and travelled here. We engaged in a campaign of conquest, but were defeated. Now we live among you."

"My own people have travelled the stars for millenia. Perhaps as long as a hundred thousand years. As a matter of fact, the Yuuzhan Vong are not even native to this galaxy. We left our own galaxy en masse thousands of years ago and travelled here. We engaged in a campaign of conquest, but were defeated. Now we live among you."

"That is interesting. How were you defeated if your entire race joined in the fight to conquer this area?"

Admiral Spoor's shuttle quickly landed at the coordinants given to her through the transmission. The small sleek ship fired thrusters to soften the landing and extended three braces to land on. A back ramp was lowered and out stepped Spoor in typical Star Forces uniform with her blue cape and long blue braid rustling in the breeze. The gold from her command saber and the silver of her double winged tiarra glinted in the light as she made her way down on to the ground. Blood red eyes scanned the area for any who awaited her.

Admiral Spoor's shuttle quickly landed at the coordinants given to her through the transmission. The small sleek ship fired thrusters to soften the landing and extended three braces to land on. A back ramp was lowered and out stepped Spoor in typical Star Forces uniform with her blue cape and long blue braid rustling in the breeze. The gold from her command saber and the silver of her double winged tiarra glinted in the light as she made her way down on to the ground. Blood red eyes scanned the area for any who awaited her.

The Prime Minister turned towards the second shuttle. "And here is the second guest. I assume you are the diplomat from the..umm...Abh I believe it was?" The Marines had relaxed their salute when they got a practically unnoticable signal from William, now they saluted again as the second diplomat emerged.

The second Ambassador was greeted by the Prime Minister, and a second Honor Guard of Marines. "I am Prime Minister William Alexander, welcome to Solarin."

Luke stepped out of the shuttle, squinting in the light and smoothing his suit. "This is quite a lovely planet," Luke pulled a pair of dark sunglasses out from within his suit, rapidly placing them over his eyes. "Ah, that's better. The bay was quite spectacular while I descended. I hovered over it for a few seconds, I hope that I didn't disrupt any air traffic in doing so."

He stepped towards the Prime Minister and held out his hand. "I'm Luke Hodges, Diplomatic Envoy from the Galactic Inferno. Please excuse the glasses, your planet is brighter than mine."

Luke stepped out of the shuttle, squinting in the light and smoothing his suit. "This is quite a lovely planet," Luke pulled a pair of dark sunglasses out from within his suit, rapidly placing them over his eyes. "Ah, that's better. The bay was quite spectacular while I descended. I hovered over it for a few seconds, I hope that I didn't disrupt any air traffic in doing so."

He stepped towards the Prime Minister and held out his hand. "I'm Luke Hodges, Diplomatic Envoy from the Galactic Inferno. Please excuse the glasses, your planet is brighter than mine."

"That would be Jason Bay. There is technically not supposed to be any air traffic over the bay, something about the rather large gun batteries beneath it, in fact, I'm pretty sure you just committed several felonies... Oh well. Welcome to Solarin. The Masque will not begin for several days, leaving you plenty of time to acquire a costume."

The familiar blue and white portal flashed brilliantly as it opened a spinning cone like rupture between real space and Hyperspace; The Alexia jumped out of Hyperspace, the lone 1800meter long Ikari class battleship (http://www.animeonscifi.co.uk/hosted/animarnia/Ikari_Class.htm) coming to a dead stop as the jump point closed behind her. "Ok drop shields, and keep all weapons powered down, make sure ALL targeting systems are offline, we don't want to spook the locals Passive scans only" The Captain of the ship Elaine Valentine said as she sat down in her comfortable command chair.

"We're here to wave the flag and deliver the admiral, I expect this to be glorified R and R" she added a second later.

Elaine Valentine was for lack of any better term a military brat, her father was army and her mother was navy. The daughter of an admiral and a general it was expected for Valentine to enter the service, which she did and excelled at the academy her ship showed signs of minor damage having been involved several skirmishes recently in the war. When the order came down to escort some top brass to some conference she almost pounced at the chance as it gave her crew a chance to not only make friends and relax but also to make repairs before she went back into combat.

"Transmit our arrival to the locals; ask them for permission to enter standard orbit apologise to them for use of a military vessel and explain the need for extra security with the war going on" Elaine Valentine ordered. She didn't need to repeat her orders as she knew the crew would carry them out.

"Tell the Admiral that we've arrived" she said to an ensign who left the command deck to head to the admirals quarters.

The familiar blue and white portal flashed brilliantly as it opened a spinning cone like rupture between real space and Hyperspace; The Alexia jumped out of Hyperspace, the lone 1800meter long Ikari class battleship (http://www.animeonscifi.co.uk/hosted/animarnia/Ikari_Class.htm) coming to a dead stop as the jump point closed behind her. "Ok drop shields, and keep all weapons powered down, make sure ALL targeting systems are offline, we don't want to spook the locals Passive scans only" The Captain of the ship Elaine Valentine said as she sat down in her comfortable command chair.

"We're here to wave the flag and deliver the admiral, I expect this to be glorified R and R" she added a second later.

Elaine Valentine was for lack of any better term a military brat, her father was army and her mother was navy. The daughter of an admiral and a general it was expected for Valentine to enter the service, which she did and excelled at the academy her ship showed signs of minor damage having been involved several skirmishes recently in the war. When the order came down to escort some top brass to some conference she almost pounced at the chance as it gave her crew a chance to not only make friends and relax but also to make repairs before she went back into combat.

"Transmit our arrival to the locals; ask them for permission to enter standard orbit apologise to them for use of a military vessel and explain the need for extra security with the war going on" Elaine Valentine ordered. She didn't need to repeat her orders as she knew the crew would carry them out.

"Tell the Admiral that we've arrived" she said to an ensign who left the command deck to head to the admirals quarters.

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Welcome to Solarin. You may enter a standard orbit above Jason Bay please, that would be the small body of water near the coordinates included in this message for the landing site.

The Prime Minister turned towards the second shuttle. "And here is the second guest. I assume you are the diplomat from the..umm...Abh I believe it was?" The Marines had relaxed their salute when they got a practically unnoticable signal from William, now they saluted again as the second diplomat emerged.


Spoor saluted as well. Her ruby red lips gave no hint of a smile though. "I am Grand Duchess Latopanyu Beneij Spoor of the Abh Empire."

Spoor saluted as well. Her ruby red lips gave no hint of a smile though. "I am Grand Duchess Latopanyu Beneij Spoor of the Abh Empire."

"I'm going to assume that you'll need a costume as well... Should we go get one, or see you to your rooms first?"

"That would be Jason Bay. There is technically not supposed to be any air traffic over the bay, something about the rather large gun batteries beneath it, in fact, I'm pretty sure you just committed several felonies... Oh well. Welcome to Solarin. The Masque will not begin for several days, leaving you plenty of time to acquire a costume."

The delegate started a bit. "Oh... I apologize for that, I had no idea..." He pulled out a datapad and wrote a few things down with the stylus. "It won't happen again. I must say I rather like the idea of a Masquerade as a diplomatic confrence, please give my compliments to whomever thought it up. Is there a theme for the Masque?"

He looked up as Spoor approached, noting her Abh uniform, and becoming acutely aware of the Inferno Flame on his own. Interesting... I will need to speak with her about any possible alliance moves.

The delegate started a bit. "Oh... I apologize for that, I had no idea..." He pulled out a datapad and wrote a few things down with the stylus. "It won't happen again. I must say I rather like the idea of a Masquerade as a diplomatic confrence, please give my compliments to whomever thought it up. Is there a theme for the Masque?"

"Quite alright. Diplomatic immunity is always such a useful thing, is it not? The Masque is themed after mythology. Our representastives will be famous from our myths, and we assume that yours will be from your mythologies or religions."

"I'm going to assume that you'll need a costume as well... Should we go get one, or see you to your rooms first?"

A blue eyebrow arched. "I was not aware that this was a costume party." The woman sighed and pushed her cape back. "I suppose you better show me my room first."

Spoor gritted her teeth as she walked for a moment and muttered. "Bloody Abriels. They always seem to enjoy torturing me."

A blue eyebrow arched. "I was not aware that this was a costume party." The woman sighed and pushed her cape back. "I suppose you better show me my room first."

Spoor gritted her teeth as she walked for a moment and muttered. "Bloody Abriels. They always seem to enjoy torturing me."

"That's what a Masquerade IS my dear lady. I'll show you to your room and leave you to get your things squared away, then I'll show the No Endorsian to his room. I'll collect the both of you at approximately 7 cycles past zenith. I know exactly where I'm getting my costume, and my wife will accompany me, so we can all get squared away at once."

Kunra grew pensive once more, comtemplating the nearly three century old defeat of his people. "The course of the war is a long story. My people arrived in force to conquer what was then known as the "New Republic". At first we met little resistance, but as we advanced steadily toward the galactic core, resistance built up. Despite this, we won victory after victory. Defeat seemed impossible. We even managed to conquer the world known as Coruscant. Unfortunately, our conquests cost us dearly. Nearly 20% of our population. We were weak, but so was the galaxy. In the end it came down to a climactic battle in the skies over Coruscant. Due to the intervention of a sentient planet, our new homeworld, we were defeated and very nearly wiped out. We have been recovering ever since."

He sighed as he looked skyward, then looked back down at his host. "But I'm sure I bore you. Enough of talk of long past glories.... Tell me, are you familiar with the state of galactic politics?"

Kunra grew pensive once more, comtemplating the nearly three century old defeat of his people. "The course of the war is a long story. My people arrived in force to conquer what was then known as the "New Republic". At first we met little resistance, but as we advanced steadily toward the galactic core, resistance built up. Despite this, we won victory after victory. Defeat seemed impossible. We even managed to conquer the world known as Coruscant. Unfortunately, our conquests cost us dearly. Nearly 20% of our population. We were weak, but so was the galaxy. In the end it came down to a climactic battle in the skies over Coruscant. Due to the intervention of a sentient planet, our new homeworld, we were defeated and very nearly wiped out. We have been recovering ever since."

He sighed as he looked skyward, then looked back down at his host. "But I'm sure I bore you. Enough of talk of long past glories.... Tell me, are you familiar with the state of galactic politics?"

"To a point. We have long MONITORED affairs, without engaging. We have watched the Empire and other nations interact from afar. We are sure our knowledge is out of date. Our last recieved transmssion indicates the destruction of something named "Thrashia" by an "Imperial Armada." The delay is such that the date stamp is several years old, and we know that there are other powers, this "Galactic Federation" seems the most appealing to us."

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I am afraid that I do not understand your greeting, but I return it in full. We are a small but reasonably advanced nation, and this is a celebration of our Faster than light capability becoming smaller and more effective, meaning it is now practical for military and civilian use. Our first fleet of Tsukayama Drive vessels will be displayed at the end of the Masquerade, as well as our older intrasystem fleet. The materials composing our starship hulls have made effective faster than light exploration possible. Now that we are able we wish to display the full might of our Merchant Marine and Navy to the universe at large. We would be honored by your attendence.
Sildara raised an eyebrow at the nation's bravado. Full might? Our military is larger than its nation...

She sighed. This was going to be a long trip. So she merely sent off another message, giving her estimated arrival time, and readied her transport.

She was given a PeaceKeeper, a pale blue vessel that was over a kilometer long but unarmed, and a slightly smaller BattleCraft, to stay outside Solarin space, but to remain close enough to be able to conveniently come when called.

She boarded the PeaceKeeper and sat, immobile, as the ship seemed to twist into space.
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***Less than a Day Later***

The craft the Envoy rode on spiraled out of space and into a normal form only a few hundred kilometers from the Solarin homeworld, and transmitted a message as it moved into orbit.

Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. We carry the Kaymirilian Envoy, and request a landing destination for her shuttle. She will be bringing an attendant and two guards with her.

Sildara raised an eyebrow at the nation's bravado. Full might? Our military is larger than its nation...

She sighed. This was going to be a long trip. So she merely sent off another message, giving her estimated arrival time, and readied her transport.

She was given a PeaceKeeper, a pale blue vessel that was over a kilometer long but unarmed, and a slightly smaller BattleCraft, to stay outside Solarin space, but to remain close enough to be able to conveniently come when called.

She boarded the PeaceKeeper and sat, immobile, as the ship seemed to twist into space.
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***Less than a Day Later***

The craft the Envoy rode on spiraled out of space and into a normal form only a few hundred kilometers from the Solarin homeworld, and transmitted a message as it moved into orbit.

Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. We carry the Kaymirilian Envoy, and request a landing destination for her shuttle. She will be bringing an attendant and two guards with her.

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Please land at the coordinates specified. Avoid overflying the bay if you will. The attendant and escort is acceptable.

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Please land at the coordinates specified. Avoid overflying the bay if you will. The attendant and escort is acceptable.
A small shuttle slid from the belly of the larger craft and descended into the atmosphere of the planet.

It curved on its path, avoiding the bay, before landing gently at the given coordinates.

The doors opened, and the Envoy stepped out.

She was dressed in a shimmering sky-blue dress, with a soaring bird embroidered on the front in gold. Her attendant was dressed in a duller shade of the same blue, with the bird smaller and in black.

The bodyguards wore black, with a little bird in blue stitched on above their hearts. On their hips were swords, and across their backs were rifles, but other than that, they appeared unarmed.

All of them had black skin, from the Envoy's jet to the attendant's coal, and crystalline white hair. The guards wore it short and pulled back, the attendant simply knotted it at her neck, and the Envoy had it up in a manner befitting her rank.

A small shuttle slid from the belly of the larger craft and descended into the atmosphere of the planet.

It curved on its path, avoiding the bay, before landing gently at the given coordinates.

The doors opened, and the Envoy stepped out.

She was dressed in a shimmering sky-blue dress, with a soaring bird embroidered on the front in gold. Her attendant was dressed in a duller shade of the same blue, with the bird smaller and in black.

The bodyguards wore black, with a little bird in blue stitched on above their hearts. On their hips were swords, and across their backs were rifles, but other than that, they appeared unarmed.

All of them had black skin, from the Envoy's jet to the attendant's coal, and crystalline white hair. The guards wore it short and pulled back, the attendant simply knotted it at her neck, and the Envoy had it up in a manner befitting her rank.

"I am honored to greet you in the name of the League. I am Allen Greenberg, Admiral of the Fleet. Will you be needing a costume for the Masquerade, or have you come prepared? The theme has been decided upon, and should fit the mythology of your nation."

"I am honored to greet you in the name of the League. I am Allen Greenberg, Admiral of the Fleet. Will you be needing a costume for the Masquerade, or have you come prepared? The theme has been decided upon, and should fit the mythology of your nation."
"Greetings, Admiral. I am Sildara d' Kestal, representative of Kaymiril at the time being. The Valsharess sends you her greetings."

She thought for a few minutes, considering whether or not what she had brought would be appropriate.

"I believe that what I have will be fitting for the occasion."

Elaine nodded at the message; a subconscious response and she gave a nod to the helm to take the Alexia into a standard orbit above Jason Bay as instructed the planet from space looked very lush and relaxing. "Ask permission for some of the crew to enjoy the sites planet side; everyone on there best behaviour or I'll haul there arse in the brig" she said, standing up; "By the numbers people, start making repairs"

With that she left the bridge to head for the docking bay where Admiral Hague would meet her. In contrast to Elaine's slim figure; Admiral Hague was a poultry gentleman with a grey beard; old and slightly overweight he was still very much physically fit and his voice resonated with authority and was in full flag admiral uniform.

"Captain Valentine" said a diplomatic aid; spotting Elaine; "When do we leave for the planet?" he questioned.

"Now sir" she replied.

"Now? In what captain?" The Aid questioned

"Well Sir, the Military War shark Transport over there" she said pointing.

"This is a diplomatic mission, we can't go using Drop ships to transport people down onto the planet", the aid persisted Elaine sighed and cursed under her breath; this is why she hated civilians on her ship, they never understood the workings of a military vessel.

"This is a military ship, with military equipment, I'm Sorry we don't have any luxury shuttles available but this is a warship not a star liner" Elaine tried to explain to the civilian aid. Admiral Hague showed up a moment later; "Something the matter?" he said in his best CO voice half scaring the aid to death.

"No sir" he said.

"Good, shall we depart?" he added as the three of them headed towards the War shark. Under combat conditions a War shark was capable of transporting 200 men with ease into a combat zone but in this case it was only dropping 5 people, those being Captain Valentine, Admiral Hague and Lyle Drake the civilian overseer and two armed marrines allthough they were in BDU's and only armed with a 9mm pistol holstered at the thigh The War shark APC left the Alexia's launch bay and header towards the co-ordinates given to them.

The Warshark decended into planets atmosphere and activated tis VTOL landing jets as it came to a stop on the pad, the read of the craft opened and the 5 people exited, the two marines stood like tree trunks either side of the craft while the 3 members of the delegation waited for any greeting.

"Greetings, Admiral. I am Sildara d' Kestal, representative of Kaymiril at the time being. The Valsharess sends you her greetings."

She thought for a few minutes, considering whether or not what she had brought would be appropriate.

"I believe that what I have will be fitting for the occasion."

"If that is the case I will show you and your entourage to the suite that has been set aside for your use. Your guards will have to be quartered next door, due to a lack of room in your Suite for more than 2 people."

Elaine nodded at the message; a subconscious response and she gave a nod to the helm to take the Alexia into a standard orbit above Jason Bay as instructed the planet from space looked very lush and relaxing. "Ask permission for some of the crew to enjoy the sites planet side; everyone on there best behaviour or I'll haul there arse in the brig" she said, standing up; "By the numbers people, start making repairs"

With that she left the bridge to head for the docking bay where Admiral Hague would meet her. In contrast to Elaine's slim figure; Admiral Hague was a poultry gentleman with a grey beard; old and slightly overweight he was still very much physically fit and his voice resonated with authority and was in full flag admiral uniform.

"Captain Valentine" said a diplomatic aid; spotting Elaine; "When do we leave for the planet?" he questioned.

"Now sir" she replied.

"Now? In what captain?" The Aid questioned

"Well Sir, the Military War shark Transport over there" she said pointing.

"This is a diplomatic mission, we can't go using Drop ships to transport people down onto the planet", the aid persisted Elaine sighed and cursed under her breath; this is why she hated civilians on her ship, they never understood the workings of a military vessel.

"This is a military ship, with military equipment, I'm Sorry we don't have any luxury shuttles available but this is a warship not a star liner" Elaine tried to explain to the civilian aid. Admiral Hague showed up a moment later; "Something the matter?" he said in his best CO voice half scaring the aid to death.

"No sir" he said.

"Good, shall we depart?" he added as the three of them headed towards the War shark. Under combat conditions a War shark was capable of transporting 200 men with ease into a combat zone but in this case it was only dropping 5 people, those being Captain Valentine, Admiral Hague and Lyle Drake the civilian overseer and two armed marrines allthough they were in BDU's and only armed with a 9mm pistol holstered at the thigh The War shark APC left the Alexia's launch bay and header towards the co-ordinates given to them.

The Warshark decended into planets atmosphere and activated tis VTOL landing jets as it came to a stop on the pad, the read of the craft opened and the 5 people exited, the two marines stood like tree trunks either side of the craft while the 3 members of the delegation waited for any greeting.

The Warshark touched down near the Kaymirilian vessel. It was easily close enough that the honor guard could transfer their salute without changing their facing. "And this would be the other delegation I was told to expect." The Admiral turned to look at the Animarnian vessel, and greet the diplomats. "Welcome to Solarin. As I just told the Lady here, the theme of the Masquerade is mythology, so if any of you need a costume, we'll get that dealt with as soon as possible."

"Quite alright. Diplomatic immunity is always such a useful thing, is it not? The Masque is themed after mythology. Our representastives will be famous from our myths, and we assume that yours will be from your mythologies or religions."

"Thank you. And interesting theme, I was afraid I'd have the wrong costume. I'll be Vincent Malor. (ooc:May-lore) Legends say he was one of the Originals, the first seed of our nation and one of the High Admirals of the fleet. He could travel in hyper by hand, and knew the ways through the Great Drift. His treasures from wide explorations are hidden, and it is said that only he and the Usurper knew their locations, and that the treasure would go to he who lived longest."

He noted the look in the Abh's eyes as she learned of the theme. Interesting... I will most definatly have to meet this person, if only to get a file going.

OOC: Sorry about the delay in my joining. I was going to join in on page 2, but I got called away for three hours.

IC: The Jupiter II (http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g166/The_Illuminati_Orb/Schematics/jup01.jpg), a sixty-seven meter long yacht used by the SeaQuestian Emperor and any of his relatives that wished to when the Golden Path was a non-viable option of transport, dropped out of a Hyperspace Window just outside lunar orbit (OOC: Assuming you have a moon) of the Solarin League planet.

While unarmed, the Jupiter II class yacht employed all forms of current SeaQuestian defense technology. This ensured the protection of the passengers. The Jupiter IIs were also more visually pleasing than the old Jupiter Is they replaced.

Once the Hyperspace Window had closed, a simple message was transmitted to the Solarin League planet:

Reply:

Coordinates are included with this transmission. Please keep the entourages small, and the armament to a minimum.

"Thank you. And interesting theme, I was afraid I'd have the wrong costume. I'll be Vincent Malor. (ooc:May-lore) Legends say he was one of the Originals, the first seed of our nation and one of the High Admirals of the fleet. He could travel in hyper by hand, and knew the ways through the Great Drift. His treasures from wide explorations are hidden, and it is said that only he and the Usurper knew their locations, and that the treasure would go to he who lived longest."

He noted the look in the Abh's eyes as she learned of the theme. Interesting... I will most definatly have to meet this person, if only to get a file going.

"Intetersting. We will have to come up with a suitable costume for you. Perhaps I can see the Abhian to her rooms, and then get my wife to assist you in finding a costume."

Elaine and Hague returned the Salute from the Honour guard before standing at ease, both had there hands clasped behind there back, Lyle didn't say anything but both Elaine and Hague raised there eyebrows at the mentioning of a costume.

"Sorry about the transport, all we had onboard" Hague apologised for the use of the War shark as a diplomatic ship; certainly not what it was designed for more than 30 years ago. He looked over at the other delegate should be interesting.

"Yes, we would need costumes, if it's no trouble" Elaine Valentine said and the admiral seized the opportunity to introduce himself and his party.

"I'm Admiral William Hague of the Animarnia space defence forces, this is Captain Elaine Valentine of the ASDF Alexia currently in orbit and this is…" Hague paused for a moment forgetting the Civilians name.

"Lyle Drake, Civilian Overseer and diplomatic aid", Lyle interrupted offering a friendly handshake.

"Intetersting. We will have to come up with a suitable costume for you. Perhaps I can see the Abhian to her rooms, and then get my wife to assist you in finding a costume."

"I have part of the costume with me on my shuttle. I did not know how far you wanted us to go with the costume, so I didn't bring the final piece. I just need to find something to give the impression of a robotic leg."

"I have part of the costume with me on my shuttle. I did not know how far you wanted us to go with the costume, so I didn't bring the final piece. I just need to find something to give the impression of a robotic leg."

"We can do that. Easily."

Elaine and Hague returned the Salute from the Honour guard before standing at ease, both had there hands clasped behind there back, Lyle didn't say anything but both Elaine and Hague raised there eyebrows at the mentioning of a costume.

"Sorry about the transport, all we had onboard" Hague apologised for the use of the War shark as a diplomatic ship; certainly not what it was designed for more than 30 years ago. He looked over at the other delegate should be interesting.

"Yes, we would need costumes, if it's no trouble" Elaine Valentine said and the admiral seized the opportunity to introduce himself and his party.

"I'm Admiral William Hague of the Animarnia space defence forces, this is Captain Elaine Valentine of the ASDF Alexia currently in orbit and this is…" Hague paused for a moment forgetting the Civilians name.

"Lyle Drake, Civilian Overseer and diplomatic aid", Lyle interrupted offering a friendly handshake.

The Admiral returned the handshake, but he was more interested in the military figures. "We are basically gathering all the unprepared delegates together into a group, and then we're going to take all of them to a shop in town, and getting them costumes all at once. If you like I can show you tro your rooms first."

A short reply to the last message was sent:


The represenative will be arriving shortly before the beginning of the event. We will bring our own costume. Please let us know if this is inconvienant and relay the theme of the costume ball.

A short reply to the last message was sent:

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Bringing your own costume is acceptable. The theme is national myths, so one emphasizing the past of your nation would be preferred."

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Excelent, is there any size restrictions that should be observed? We will be there within an hour of the start of the Ball.

After sending the response message, the Jupiter II descended into the planet's atmosphere. Her shields were on-line and being used to deflect the plasma created by the friction of atmospheric entry and keep it from toasting the ship.

Eventually, the ship reached the level where the plasma dispersed. She dropped through the cloud level and approached the designated landing co-ordinates.

Once above the landing spot, the ship hovered a few meters above the ground for a couple moments. Then her landing gear emerged from protected slots in her belly and she settled down onto the ground.

A section of the ventral hull underneath the bridge opened up and a ramp descended.

The young Princess Elyon Weena (http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g166/The_Illuminati_Orb/Character%20Pics/elyon-form.jpg), her guardian, Raiden (http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g166/The_Illuminati_Orb/Character%20Pics/Christopher_Lambert_Mortal_Kombat.png), and the two soldiers assigned to be her body guards, Frost (http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g166/The_Illuminati_Orb/Character%20Pics/Frost_Deadly_Alliance.png) and Sub-Zero (http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g166/The_Illuminati_Orb/Character%20Pics/Subz.jpg), descended. They stopped just before exiting the shadow cast by the yacht.

OOC: Here are the dimensions of the Jupiter II class.
Length: 67 Meters
Width: 31 Meters
Height: 14 Meters


A single bolt of flightning lanced through the atmosphere, thankfully missing the diplomatic craft as it overflew Jason Bay. Whoever fired would likely be harshly disciplined, even though paranoia where the bay was concerned was rather understandable. As the guards exited the craft the Marines snapped to attention, and the General stepped forward.

"Welcome to Solarin. I must apologize profusely for that incident in the atmosphere, didn't they warn you not to overfly the bay when they gave you your coordinates? Oh well, it doesn't really matter, no one got hurt(yet) and whoever did it will certainly come to regret it. Now, I am afraid that your guards will have to remain with your ship or find lodging in the city. You may take one other person into the Palace, because the rooms are only capable of holding 2 people in comfort, despite their size. If you need a costume, the theme is Mythology, and your costume should relate to the mythology of your nation"

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So long as you can fit through the doors, and are not trampling the other guests there should not be any iussues. Please try to keep it under 10 feet in height, and about 5 in width though, even if the doors are nearly 3 times that size. It may be disconcerting to other delegates if you don't.

Drake wasn't particularly pleased military figures all seemed to stick together no matter what nation they were from. Admiral Hague nodded "We'd like that" he said making a gesture with his hand for them to be led to their rooms by whomever the other admiral decided was up for the task.

Elaine was looking around taking in the sights of the alien world, it was really very nice and she wondered if the view was a good from their room. She winced slightly at the mentioning of costumes again; costume parities weren't really her thing but this could be fun even if she knew next to nothing about this planet's mythology, Elaine spotted a flash of lighting in the distance heading out from the ground and into the sky; she wondered briefly if it was some kind of weapon system..

"The Galactic Federation is overrated. Far too weak and idealistic to be taken seriously. I will leave your foreign policy to you, however. Tell me, what is the nature of this gathering?"

Frost and Sub-Zero were unarmed, but it was apparent they could do fine without any weapons. During the discussion between Raiden, the Princess, and the locals, they remained silent, yet watchful.

OOC: I edited my last post to reflect the fact you posted while I was typing it.

OOC: Oops, posted at the same time you replied to my last post.

The group of four SeaQuestians looked around the landing area from where they stood at the bottom of the ramp. Meanwhile, several figures could be spotted moving past the top of ramp while performing their duties aboard the Jupiter II.

Raiden said, "Frost and Sub-Zero are to go wherever the Princess goes by order of the SeaQuestian Emperor. That is an unavoidable fact that I have no control over.

As for lodging, there is plenty of room aboard the Jupiter II and, as we had no intention of imposing on you, we were planning on staying aboard. Of course, the final decision on that is up to her highness."

Elyon smiled and said, "I would prefer to stay aboard the ship, where I know everything works, but if you insist about giving us lodging while we are here, I will have to accept.

"As for costumes," she snickered, "I think Frost and Sub-Zero have that covered. For me, well, let's just say I didn't exactly bring my entire wardrobe, but I brought most of it."

Raiden smiled and nodded.

"My attire is also taken care of," he said in regards to his costume.

"If that is the case then there is no inconvenience. We had assumed that you would accept lodging in the Palace as the rest of the delegates are doing. Since you also have your costumes that is also not a problem."

Drake wasn't particularly pleased military figures all seemed to stick together no matter what nation they were from. Admiral Hague nodded "We'd like that" he said making a gesture with his hand for them to be led to their rooms by whomever the other admiral decided was up for the task.

Elaine was looking around taking in the sights of the alien world, it was really very nice and she wondered if the view was a good from their room. She winced slightly at the mentioning of costumes again; costume parities weren't really her thing but this could be fun even if she knew next to nothing about this planet's mythology, Elaine spotted a flash of lighting in the distance heading out from the ground and into the sky; she wondered briefly if it was some kind of weapon system..

"We'll have to learn more about your myths, but the shop should be able to complete any costume you could come up with in the time remaining." The admiral noticed the flash as well, and paused for a moment, befoere speaking again, "Well, THAT won't end well. General Gianetto is going to have some explaining to do as to why one of HIS vaunted Avatar Stations fired on a DIPLOMATIC SHUTTLE. HAH! Always knew those things were dangerous. Thank God it was lowest bidder milspec SHIT. If it wasn't he'd have likely been shot, now he just gets a slap on the wrist, and some poor shlub gets the bullet instead."

"We'll have to learn more about your myths, but the shop should be able to complete any costume you could come up with in the time remaining." The admiral noticed the flash as well, and paused for a moment, befoere speaking again, "Well, THAT won't end well. General Gianetto is going to have some explaining to do as to why one of HIS vaunted Avatar Stations fired on a DIPLOMATIC SHUTTLE. HAH! Always knew those things were dangerous. Thank God it was lowest bidder milspec SHIT. If it wasn't he'd have likely been shot, now he just gets a slap on the wrist, and some poor shlub gets the bullet instead."
"So, instead of creating a discipline system for soldiers who make mistakes, instead you have them executed."

The Envoy stated this flatly, with neither hint of approval nor of disgust. It was a statement of fact.

"The Galactic Federation is overrated. Far too weak and idealistic to be taken seriously. I will leave your foreign policy to you, however. Tell me, what is the nature of this gathering?"

"It is a masquerade. You choose your costume based upon the mythology of your nation, and then we have the party."

"So, instead of creating a discipline system for soldiers who make mistakes, instead you have them executed."

The Envoy stated this flatly, with neither hint of approval nor of disgust. It was a statement of fact.

"We have a system for discipline. Unfortunately, it favors the Lords among the ranks, or those with political backing. That means that what would normally have been an offense that was easily worth a dishonorable discharge, is now worth some poor line dogs life, just to cover Gianettos mistakes. It's not right, and it's not fair, but it's the way things are."

"We can do that. Easily."
Luke Hodges bowed slightly. "Thank you." He then turned to the Abh, looking inquisitively. "It is not often that anyone from the Inferno meets a child of the Empire of The Humankind Abh. I would like to possibly discuss some matters with you at some point, if that is acceptable to both yourself and our host that is."

"However, I guess that it is now time that we see our lodgings, and that I freshen up. Where will the delegates be staying?"

The Two Marines (http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/01/55/22m.jpg
And http://www.dvdfever.co.uk/reviews/rocky1a.jpg) both dressed in a Black T-shirt and Camo-pants also noticed the flash but didn't show any outward signs as they remained at attention. Elaine looked over to the Admiral interested; "Avatar station?" she asked pondering if they had something-similar back home and wondering how much he was joking when he said about a bullet to the head.

"We have a system for discipline. Unfortunately, it favors the Lords among the ranks, or those with political backing. That means that what would normally have been an offense that was easily worth a dishonorable discharge, is now worth some poor line dogs life, just to cover Gianettos mistakes. It's not right, and it's not fair, but it's the way things are."
The Envoy made no sign. She would say nothing on their internal policy...in Kaymiril, there were also things that were "just the way it is," as well.

The Two Marines (http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/01/55/22m.jpg
And http://www.dvdfever.co.uk/reviews/rocky1a.jpg) both dressed in a Black T-shirt and Camo-pants also noticed the flash but didn't show any outward signs as they remained at attention. Elaine looked over to the Admiral interested; "Avatar station?" she asked pondering if they had something-similar back home and wondering how much he was joking when he said about a bullet to the head.

"Avatar. Supposed to be the Avatar of Kain, if used properly and in great enough numbers it is almost impossible to bypass their crossfire, as you saw it launches what appears to be a bolt of lightning. That is actually the ionization trail of a Depleted Uranium shell flying through the atmosphere. Anything it hits is going to know it's been kissed. For your reference this pistol is a 3mm weapon, with an effectively identical effect when fired. THAT is a 16 inch slug. It was designed to protect the palace, and the surrounding area. Are you getting the idea? It's there for dealing with airborne, or even very low spaceborne assaults on the Palace."

Luke Hodges bowed slightly. "Thank you." He then turned to the Abh, looking inquisitively. "It is not often that anyone from the Inferno meets a child of the Empire of The Humankind Abh. I would like to possibly discuss some matters with you at some point, if that is acceptable to both yourself and our host that is."

"However, I guess that it is now time that we see our lodgings, and that I freshen up. Where will the delegates be staying?"

"The delegates will be staying in the guest wing, a holdover from before the formation of the League."

Elaine Valentine nodded; "Sounds similar to our Hybrid Cannons, Magnetic Coils propel a 300mm slug with a plasma warhead at close to Mach 11, its fired so fast that a scram jet on the shell then accelerates it to near mach 17, deep penetration, extremely explosive…" she said. Elaine had a slightly distant expression Military hardware did things to her that no man made machinery should.

Elaine Valentine nodded; "Sounds similar to our Hybrid Cannons, Magnetic Coils propel a 300mm slug with a plasma warhead at close to Mach 11, its fired so fast that a scram jet on the shell then accelerates it to near mach 17, deep penetration, extremely explosive…" she said. Elaine had a slightly distant expression. Military hardware did things to her that no man made machinery should.
The Drow Envoy raised an eyebrow.

"And it can cook and clean house, too."

Elaine Snickered at the comment from the other delegate "and it can make a nice cup of coffee" she added a moment laterl "Speaking of Coffee...do you have coffee? I could really do with a nice cup right now.."

(OOC: Elaine looks kind of like this: http://punistation.fuyucorp.biz/puni/Power-05.jpg and I'm off to bed before I end up asleep on my keyboard..)

The Drow Envoy raised an eyebrow.

"And it can cook and clean house, too."

"Let's all be civil now. I'm sure the," here he broke off and giggled for a moment, "Hardware in question is very good at its job."

"That's what a Masquerade IS my dear lady. I'll show you to your room and leave you to get your things squared away, then I'll show the No Endorsian to his room. I'll collect the both of you at approximately 7 cycles past zenith. I know exactly where I'm getting my costume, and my wife will accompany me, so we can all get squared away at once."

Spoor followed her escort as she answered the Inferno's question. "I am sure that with the company that seems to be gathering here that I will be answering a lot of questions. Until then, I recommend that we get situated with this custome business and see to our rooms."

Spoor wiped a strand of blue hair from her pale skin. Perhaps things would be more interesting this time around. Over a hundred years old and still thought of as a child. The Abh smiled slightly to herself.

Reply:
You are welcome to attend. It is quite acceptable for you to do as you intend. Please keep the transfer as short as possible, we understand that you will not attack us, but we are uneasy about military ships in our system.

Reply:

Very Good. We shall comply.

In actuality, however, the true doctrine would have mandated that a mothership with a battlecruiser escort. However, exceptions could be made. Afterall, a five kilometer, one-thousand year old ten time completely overhauled warship that had the reputation of being one of only twentyfour in the universe would be more than an acceptable escort, the Vice-Speaker thought.

He boarded the ship at defense station Sajuuk, the largest and newest of the six main defense stations encasing Hiigara, their homeworld, in a sphere. It handled the most military and commerical traffic, and the Vice-Speaker spent a fair ammount of time up there talking with foreign executives in economical dealings with his Kiith, Hraal.The massive Battlecruiser, christened the Silvana, and painted gun-metal grey, which was not the standard sky-blue, was quite amazing. It was the first of the battlecruisers to have ever been built, and had the most impressive battle record of any currently existing ship in the entire navy. More damage had been incured by the 'kill 'em all' Silvana than any other ship save Sajuuk's Wrath. But that ship was retired two millenia ago, before the exile even. The ship surged as he stepped out of his dropship, a modified gun corvette which lacked weaponry in place of the necessary equipment to make landfall. He moved from the hangar towards the gravlift, seeing salutes all around as he did. His personal guard of two paladins, which were forbidden to leave his side except with his express permission, formed up on either flank as he passed into the gravlift.The gravlift was a massive, 4.5 kilometer long lift, one on each side port and starboard, that could move a man along the near entire length of the ship in seconds. The white-washed tunnel seemed to blaze by at amazing speeds as he stood on what appeared to be thin air but what he actually knew was a precise control and manipulation of two properties of matter -- friction and inertia -- as well as gravity. Arriving at his destination, and his guards having formed up beside him, he was met by what appeared to be a permanant barricade in front of what appeared to be a shielded blast door large enough to fit a tank through.

The guards saw who he was, saluted, and the shield on the door dissipated, the door opened, and then a second blast door opened...revealing another room just like the one he had entered. And another. Finally, after three defensive rooms, he passed through a fourth set of doors that led into an extremely small bridge for how large it appeared on the outside of the ship, and especially for hos much defense was placed before it, he thought. It would appear that most of the bridge bulb on the outside starboard side of the ship was indeed armor and defensive structure, and not bridge. This ensured that it was actually easier to punch through the main hull on the body of the ship than it was the bridge, despite its outward appearances. Drawing most of the fire in combat, this so-called exposed exterior bridge (not at the center of the ship like most vessels) was actually a fortress, making most enemy fire onto it in vain, and buying valuable time for other critical systems on the ship to retaliate without fire being placed upon them.

Inside the quiant room, filled with viewscreens and a small contigent of men and women looking at viewscreens, busily tapping away commands for the jump, and cross-referencing and checking that the AI's calculations were indeed correct, was the Captin of the Silvana, Alex Rowe.

A Kiithless man, he managed to rise to his position of power without political alliance due solely to his abylity to effectively command on the battlefield. He had single-handedly led the ship to sucess for the past twenty-six years, and only in the past two had he had the aide of a Vice-Captin, also kiithless, Sophia Forrester. Both sat in the back of the black-colored room -- also unnormal a color for a bridge -- looking at the calculations. Alex, a tall man with black hair and hard lines, but not hard on the eyes, looked at the Vice-Speaker with cold dark eyes, and then whispered to his Vice-Captain. She turned around -- very good looking herself, even with her hair put up, and walked over to Hraal-Sa. Hraal-Sa himself wasn't bad looking -- for fifty-seven. He was tall and in-shape, working out and joggin regularly had kept him that way. After all, how was a fat over-zealous man supposed to represent the largest manufacturing kiith in all of Hiigara? Better a good-looking over-zealous man, he thought.He shook her hand and they exchanged formal greetings, as the AI Alvis, a Yui class AI (the highest in the navy), announced that her calculations were indeed correct. The Captain authorized the jump, and they leapt into the void...

And almost immediately erupted from the other side. The main monitors came online, and showed a very hospitable planet, not unlike Hiigara, in view. They made communications with the planet, and the Vice-Speaker of the Diamid made his way back toward the hangar and into his diplomatic corvette -- hardly a visit, he thought. It launched, and a message was sent planet side to the Solarin League:

Our diplomat has arrived, please prepare a landing zone and give the coordinated to the ship. Open channels should work fine. Our ship will now exit system and stand-by until authorized for his retrievel.

And with that, the massive gun-metal grey monster that was the Silvana left, as quickly as it had come, leaving behind a small sky blue speck that was the diplomatic corvette.

Spoor followed her escort as she answered the Inferno's question. "I am sure that with the company that seems to be gathering here that I will be answering a lot of questions. Until then, I recommend that we get situated with this custome business and see to our rooms."

Spoor wiped a strand of blue hair from her pale skin. Perhaps things would be more interesting this time around. Over a hundred years old and still thought of as a child. The Abh smiled slightly to herself.

"Alright then, if you'd both follow me." The Prime Minister led them away from the landing platform to a massive walled structure nearby. It was the Imperial Palace, home of the President. The west gate was truly impressive as they approached it, an oak-like hardwood facade over 8 inches of solid Chromsten. Flanking the gate were two Marine Sentries in full powered armor, as well as two Chromsten armored pillboxes, with a full squad of Marines in each. They hoped that the diplomats were friendly, but they were taking absolutely no chances. They were then led into the palace proper, past the barracks, and through a rather labyrinthine set of corridors, before bringing the Abhian to her room.

Admiral Hague shook his head, she was certainly showing up the service asking for coffee, though he had to admit he could do with a cup himself it had been many years since he had been on an active battleship so he didn't sleep well. Elaine however should be more than accustomed to space travel hers was more from staying awake in case of attack than bad sleeping habits.

"Perhaps we could be shown to our room to freshen up before the masquerade?" The Admiral said and Elaine nodded her agreement. Lyle was simply stood there taking everything in but not saying much…he was a very creepy man. The Two Marines moved to stand either side of the Delegation hearing that the group was getting ready to move; they still stood at attention and rigid like Tree trunks the two marines were an intimidating sight

"Your invite message did say it was a masquerade, so we came prepared," replied Raiden.

"If you want," Elyon said, "We can stay at the palace. Like I said, its an either-or thing. Plus," she adds with a micheivious(sp?) smile, "Frost and Sub-Zero can have the couch."

The Generals face hardened at that last comment. "Fornication is not permitted within the Palace, or anywhere else in our territory. You may do as you will onboard your shuttle, but fornicaters are not permitted into the Palace, nor will they be allowed to attend the Masquerade."

Reply:

Very Good. We shall comply.

In actuality, however, the true doctrine would have mandated that a mothership with a battlecruiser escort. However, exceptions could be made. Afterall, a five kilometer, one-thousand year old ten time completely overhauled warship that had the reputation of being one of only twentyfour in the universe would be more than an acceptable escort, the Vice-Speaker thought.

He boarded the ship at defense station Sajuuk, the largest and newest of the six main defense stations encasing Hiigara, their homeworld, in a sphere. It handled the most military and commerical traffic, and the Vice-Speaker spent a fair ammount of time up there talking with foreign executives in economical dealings with his Kiith, Hraal.The massive Battlecruiser, christened the Silvana, and painted gun-metal grey, which was not the standard sky-blue, was quite amazing. It was the first of the battlecruisers to have ever been built, and had the most impressive battle record of any currently existing ship in the entire navy. More damage had been incured by the 'kill 'em all' Silvana than any other ship save Sajuuk's Wrath. But that ship was retired two millenia ago, before the exile even. The ship surged as he stepped out of his dropship, a modified gun corvette which lacked weaponry in place of the necessary equipment to make landfall. He moved from the hangar towards the gravlift, seeing salutes all around as he did. His personal guard of two paladins, which were forbidden to leave his side except with his express permission, formed up on either flank as he passed into the gravlift.The gravlift was a massive, 4.5 kilometer long lift, one on each side port and starboard, that could move a man along the near entire length of the ship in seconds. The white-washed tunnel seemed to blaze by at amazing speeds as he stood on what appeared to be thin air but what he actually knew was a precise control and manipulation of two properties of matter -- friction and inertia -- as well as gravity. Arriving at his destination, and his guards having formed up beside him, he was met by what appeared to be a permanant barricade in front of what appeared to be a shielded blast door large enough to fit a tank through.

The guards saw who he was, saluted, and the shield on the door dissipated, the door opened, and then a second blast door opened...revealing another room just like the one he had entered. And another. Finally, after three defensive rooms, he passed through a fourth set of doors that led into an extremely small bridge for how large it appeared on the outside of the ship, and especially for hos much defense was placed before it, he thought. It would appear that most of the bridge bulb on the outside starboard side of the ship was indeed armor and defensive structure, and not bridge. This ensured that it was actually easier to punch through the main hull on the body of the ship than it was the bridge, despite its outward appearances. Drawing most of the fire in combat, this so-called exposed exterior bridge (not at the center of the ship like most vessels) was actually a fortress, making most enemy fire onto it in vain, and buying valuable time for other critical systems on the ship to retaliate without fire being placed upon them.

Inside the quiant room, filled with viewscreens and a small contigent of men and women looking at viewscreens, busily tapping away commands for the jump, and cross-referencing and checking that the AI's calculations were indeed correct, was the Captin of the Silvana, Alex Rowe.

A Kiithless man, he managed to rise to his position of power without political alliance due solely to his abylity to effectively command on the battlefield. He had single-handedly led the ship to sucess for the past twenty-six years, and only in the past two had he had the aide of a Vice-Captin, also kiithless, Sophia Forrester. Both sat in the back of the black-colored room -- also unnormal a color for a bridge -- looking at the calculations. Alex, a tall man with black hair and hard lines, but not hard on the eyes, looked at the Vice-Speaker with cold dark eyes, and then whispered to his Vice-Captain. She turned around -- very good looking herself, even with her hair put up, and walked over to Hraal-Sa. Hraal-Sa himself wasn't bad looking -- for fifty-seven. He was tall and in-shape, working out and joggin regularly had kept him that way. After all, how was a fat over-zealous man supposed to represent the largest manufacturing kiith in all of Hiigara? Better a good-looking over-zealous man, he thought.He shook her hand and they exchanged formal greetings, as the AI Alvis, a Yui class AI (the highest in the navy), announced that her calculations were indeed correct. The Captain authorized the jump, and they leapt into the void...

And almost immediately erupted from the other side. The main monitors came online, and showed a very hospitable planet, not unlike Hiigara, in view. They made communications with the planet, and the Vice-Speaker of the Diamid made his way back toward the hangar and into his diplomatic corvette -- hardly a visit, he thought. It launched, and a message was sent planet side to the Solarin League:

Our diplomat has arrived, please prepare a landing zone and give the coordinated to the ship. Open channels should work fine. Our ship will now exit system and stand-by until authorized for his retrievel.

And with that, the massive gun-metal grey monster that was the Silvana left, as quickly as it had come, leaving behind a small sky blue speck that was the diplomatic corvette.

Reply:

Please land at the coordinates included with this transmission.

Admiral Hague shook his head, she was certainly showing up the service asking for coffee, though he had to admit he could do with a cup himself it had been many years since he had been on an active battleship so he didn't sleep well. Elaine however should be more than accustomed to space travel hers was more from staying awake in case of attack than bad sleeping habits.

"Perhaps we could be shown to our room to freshen up before the masquerade?" The Admiral said and Elaine nodded her agreement. Lyle was simply stood there taking everything in but not saying much…he was a very creepy man. The Two Marines moved to stand either side of the Delegation hearing that the group was getting ready to move; they still stood at attention and rigid like Tree trunks the two marines were an intimidating sight

"That is quite doable. The Masaquerade is not for several days, but I can indeed show you to your rooms, if the Kaymirilian representative is ready."

"That is quite doable. The Masaquerade is not for several days, but I can indeed show you to your rooms, if the Kaymirilian representative is ready."
The Envoy d' Kestal nodded. "I am."

The Envoy d' Kestal nodded. "I am."

"Then we can go." He led them through the same gate the other delegates had passed through just minutes earlier, past the same pillboxes, barracks, and through the same corridors, depositing them in the same general area of the palace. "Please enjoy your stay. Since the Lady has her costume already, I will retrieve you from your rooms at 7 cycles past zenith to head into town."

The Group of 3 Delegates shadowed by the two imposing bodies of the Marines followed the man through the gates and corridors and past the military buildings the Marines making mental notes of emplacements along the way should the situation turn hostile. They arrived at their room and thanked the Admiral before entering, with the two Marines taking up positions either side of the door.

As Soon as the door was shut Admiral Hague and Captain Valentine swept the room for bugs and listening devices and did a full frequency scan for any transmitters in the room.

The Group of 3 Delegates shadowed by the two imposing bodies of the Marines followed the man through the gates and corridors and past the military buildings the Marines making mental notes of emplacements along the way should the situation turn hostile. They arrived at their room and thanked the Admiral before entering, with the two Marines taking up positions either side of the door.

As Soon as the door was shut Admiral Hague and Captain Valentine swept the room for bugs and listening devices and did a full frequency scan for any transmitters in the room.

At the end of the hall was another armored hardpoint, this time for the delegates safety, it was set up in such a manner that the Miehmish could not simply come swarming in and butcher the delegates, though wether or not they realized the purpose remained to be seen. The bugs were nonexistant, ansd there were no transmitters, though a very thorough ground penetrating radar/sonar scan would show several secret passages in the suite that had been set aside for them.

As the Marines took up their positrions, a pair of the massive guards from the gates appeared at the ends of the Hallway. Huge, standing a bit over 3 meters tall, each, and armored in full powered armor, they were an impressive sight. The massive Bead and Plasma cannon each one toted were even more impressive, seeming more properly sized for a tank than anything even vaguely humanoid. The massive pistols at their hips, and their four arms gave a rather good indication that they were not human however. The horns raking back over their skulls simply accented that, and when one was compared with the standard Marine guard, even more differences would be apparent. Size and armament was not the only difference.

The larger of the two hung back as the shorter figure approached the two Marine Sentries. "We have been assigned as the Honor Guard of the delegates from Animarnia, and were told these were their rooms. I am Captain Krindi Fain, and this is my aide, Sargeant Erkum Pol."

Elyon burst out laughing at that. Even Raiden raised an eyebrow on his usually stoic face.

"Its nothing like that," Elyon got out between giggles, "Whatever got that into your head?"

Raiden said, "Sir, the relationship between those two are not like that. Its more of a master and apprentice thing with Sub-Zero as the instructor, and Frost as the student," he was obviously fighting hard to keep from smiling, "besides, I'm sure the fact they are brother and sister will also keep anything like that from happening."

"Brother and Sister should not share the same sleeping area. I will have to contact a Fire Priest for this." The General gets a look of intense concentration for a moment, consulting his tutorial implant or "toot" as they were colloquially known. About 30 seconds later he spoke again. "If you accept lodging in the Palace they will have to be roomed seperately. The Priests are very emphatic about this. Having brother and sister in the same suite, much less the same bed is unacceptable. And the fact that your expression and tone contained no end of inuendo gave me that impression. I apologize if I have given offense."

The first of the Marines, the large blond haired man nodded noticed the large power armoured …being heading towards them his instinct was to place a hand on his side arm. But in all fairness the 9mm pistol wouldn't have made a scratch in the power armour nothing short of a Ravager unit or a hunter mech. would damage that thing. The second Marine nodded and ran a hand through his finely kept beard "This is the room for the Animarnia Delegates, I'm Lt Baracas, This is Lt Drago" he said gesturing a hand to his fellow Marine.

"Good to meet you" Drago said wondering exactly what these things were and wishing he'd brought along his assault rifle.

Inside the room the sweep was complete and showed no signs of any listening devices. Hague and Valentine began to talk freely amongst themselves; "Did you see that thing fire?" Elaine Valentine broke the silence; "Sir" she added as an afterthought

"I saw it, I'm more interested in there military discipline though, bullet to the head, seems a little extreme" Hague commented.

"Now we mustn't judge a culture by our own standards, each planet has its own rules and we are not judges are we Ladies and gentleman" Lyle said.

"Stop brown nosing Drake for god sakes, we're not gonna say any thing offensive to them", Elaine interrupted the little 'creep arse' as she had come to dub him.

"So who you going to be?" Hague asked.

"I was thinking General Soryu sir" she replied.

"The theme is myths Captain"

"With an exceptional large crotch piece sir"

"That’s insubordination captain, and an unsubstantiated rumour…"

"Well you said Myths sir" she laughed out

The first of the Marines, the large blond haired man nodded noticed the large power armoured …being heading towards them his instinct was to place a hand on his side arm. But in all fairness the 9mm pistol wouldn't have made a scratch in the power armour nothing short of a Ravager unit or a hunter mech. would damage that thing. The second Marine nodded and ran a hand through his finely kept beard "This is the room for the Animarnia Delegates, I'm Lt Baracas, This is Lt Drago" he said gesturing a hand to his fellow Marine.

"Good to meet you" Drago said wondering exactly what these things were and wishing he'd brought along his assault rifle.

Inside the room the sweep was complete and showed no signs of any listening devices. Hague and Valentine began to talk freely amongst themselves; "Did you see that thing fire?" Elaine Valentine broke the silence; "Sir" she added as an afterthought

"I saw it, I'm more interested in there military discipline though, bullet to the head, seems a little extreme" Hague commented.

"Now we mustn't judge a culture by our own standards, each planet has its own rules and we are not judges are we Ladies and gentleman" Lyle said.

"Stop brown nosing Drake for god sakes, we're not gonna say any thing offensive to them", Elaine interrupted the little 'creep arse' as she had come to dub him.

"So who you going to be?" Hague asked.

"I was thinking General Soryu sir" she replied.

"The theme is myths Captain"

"With an exceptional large crotch piece sir"

"That’s insubordination captain, and an unsubstantiated rumour…"

"Well you said Myths sir" she laughed out

"It is indeed good to meet you. We are here to ensure your safety when you all go into the streets, and from anyone who might make an attempt at eliminating you delegates. We will shift every 8 cycles, so once our shit is completed you will not see us again until this time, the next turning."

Sub-Zero spoke for the first time, though his mask slightly muffled his voice, "We will be sleeping in shifts. The SeaQuestian Emperor, the Princess's father, has ordered that Frost and I watch over her for this occasion," his eyes took on a ice blue overall tint, "I trust you won't impede in our mission."

"Calm down," ordered Raiden and he waited for Sub-Zero's eyes to return to normal before turning to address the Solarin General, "Sub-Zero is correct. The Emperor did personnally order that both Frost and Sub-Zero stand guard over the Princess with their martial arts skills and abilities as cryomancers."

"I did not say that they could not be together while awake. They must simply sleep in different rooms. The Fire Priests mandate it, the Son of the Fire himself gave me the instructions. I CANNOT allow them to sleep in the same room. If one or both are awake, and they are not in the same room while sleeping, there will be no problems. You have been ordered to guard your mistress, I have been ordered to guard YOU ALL. I am attempting to guard you from the Fires."

-snippity-

-snippity-

"Indeed, Miss... uhh... May I inquire as to your name? Anyways, questions will probably consist of most everything said, unless there are far too many answers for the questions that exist. And from what little I've seen of the universe, the latter seems quite likely."

Luke kept the glasses on as he moved through the area following the Abh and Solarinian. (ooc: Is that what you call your people?) He straightened them as they moved past the mechanized guards, and then followed all the way to the Abhian's room, peeking into the barraks on the way.

"I love this palace, the architecture is quite spectacular. Who built the palace?"

The Marine nodded at the power-armoured being a friendly handshake seemed…wrong considering; "isn't that thing a little…overkill for anti-infantry work?" Drago asked noting the oversized plasma cannon mounted on the armour, which looked better, suited for anti-armour work than against enemy soldiers.

Baracus nodded as well; "I doubt we'll get to see much of the city, we've been assigned to baby sit the delegates"

Elyon broke in and asked, "How many rooms does the suite you were planning to give us have?"

Elyon was quite the diplomat and she stepped in and stopped things before they got worse. Quite an amazing gift for one so young.

"There are 2 rooms per suite. We would have to give you two suites to properly accomadate you all."

The Marine nodded at the power-armoured being a friendly handshake seemed…wrong considering; "isn't that thing a little…overkill for anti-infantry work?" Drago asked noting the oversized plasma cannon mounted on the armour, which looked better, suited for anti-armour work than against enemy soldiers.

Baracus nodded as well; "I doubt we'll get to see much of the city, we've been assigned to baby sit the delegates"

"It is well suited to mowing down infantry several ranks and files at a time. Especially MASSED infantry. Though it is technically a tank cannon, it certainly gets the job done." He paused for a moment, thinking, "You do realize that the DELEGATES will be going into the city later today, yes?"

"Indeed, Miss... uhh... May I inquire as to your name? Anyways, questions will probably consist of most everything said, unless there are far too many answers for the questions that exist. And from what little I've seen of the universe, the latter seems quite likely."

Luke kept the glasses on as he moved through the area following the Abh and Solarinian. (ooc: Is that what you call your people?) He straightened them as they moved past the mechanized guards, and then followed all the way to the Abhian's room, peeking into the barraks on the way.

"I love this palace, the architecture is quite spectacular. Who built the palace?"

OOC: Solari sounds better. Solly(plural Sollies) can also be used, but is seen as derogatory, from back before the League had any real power.

IC:

"It was designed and built by Miranda I, the first ruler of the League. Each ruler has added their own touches though. Since then the Palace has expanded to encompass the entirety of the old administrative complex of the most powerful nation from before the League, and many very important monuments," He stops and indicates a massive marble pillar seemingly standing in a courtyard for no reason, "That commemorated the life of one of their first, and most influental rulers. There was another monument directly across from it at one time, but it was destroyed during the Dagger Years."

The Two Marines nodded in unison as the creature talked about his weapon sure as hell wishing the resistance on Tellus had a few of those at there disposal; "We know, we meant it would be unlikely we would visit the city on our own" Baracus clarified; "Nice Palace by the way" he said looking around.

Elaine and Hague made themselves at home with coffee while Lyle settled down on the comfortable sofa and flicked on local news feed. When Elaine had finished with her Coffee she decided to take a shower, she almost screamed in pure joy when she realised that actually had a REAL bath with REAL water…after months on a ship in combat simple pleasures were small miracles

An immense vessel tore into the fabric of reality; stabilising itself against the howling void. A vast technological monolith it seemed to be, a pulsing, ever active vessel forged by the great Mechanicus themselves; a war-vessel of unparallelled beauty and horror; thus was the flagship of Aesri, Primarch of the Ninth Legion of the Imperium; the Steel Fists.

It was named Forgebreaker in honor of long-ago Perturabo; and now it descended, letting free a glorified Thunderhawk; resplendant in the markings of Chaos, the Mechanicus and the Imperium. Aesri waited within, a hulking, brooding warrior; his great hammer strapped to him back, his armor polished and adorned; bone, ceramite; gold; jewels. A vast cape of velvet and silk drifted about his form, glorious as it was to meet the people of this emergent power.

We come in the name of the Chronosian Imperium, to attend this grand Masquerade. We come with tidings of peace and brotherhood; a welcome to the age of spaceflight, and all the blessings of the Powers

The Two Marines nodded in unison as the creature talked about his weapon sure as hell wishing the resistance on Tellus had a few of those at there disposal; "We know, we meant it would be unlikely we would visit the city on our own" Baracus clarified; "Nice Palace by the way" he said looking around.

Elaine and Hague made themselves at home with coffee while Lyle settled down on the comfortable sofa and flicked on local news feed. When Elaine had finished with her Coffee she decided to take a shower, she almost screamed in pure joy when she realised that actually had a REAL bath with REAL water…after months on a ship in combat simple pleasures were small miracles

"It is likely that you could purchase a few from the Government, or even Government Surplus. They wouldn't have guns this large, but this is overkill even for a suit this size. He can put holes in the main gates with a few shots from that. You'd have to get standard Cannon, Bead or Plasma."

An immense vessel tore into the fabric of reality; stabilising itself against the howling void. A vast technological monolith it seemed to be, a pulsing, ever active vessel forged by the great Mechanicus themselves; a war-vessel of unparallelled beauty and horror; thus was the flagship of Aesri, Primarch of the Ninth Legion of the Imperium; the Steel Fists.

It was named Forgebreaker in honor of long-ago Perturabo; and now it descended, letting free a glorified Thunderhawk; resplendant in the markings of Chaos, the Mechanicus and the Imperium. Aesri waited within, a hulking, brooding warrior; his great hammer strapped to him back, his armor polished and adorned; bone, ceramite; gold; jewels. A vast cape of velvet and silk drifted about his form, glorious as it was to meet the people of this emergent power.

We come in the name of the Chronosian Imperium, to attend this grand Masquerade. We come with tidings of peace and brotherhood; a welcome to the age of spaceflight, and all the blessings of the Powers


Reply:

We welcome you. We do not know the powers you speak of, though the Lord of Waters and the Son of the Fire have made themselves known to us. Perhaps you speak of their glory?

The glories of elemental planes are one thing; but the blessings of the realms supernal; of the glorious Gods of Chaos, are that of which we speak. We bring blessings from the throne of our God-Emperor; and his word that he wishes to know and understand your race.

The glories of elemental planes are one thing; but the blessings of the realms supernal; of the glorious Gods of Chaos, are that of which we speak. We bring blessings from the throne of our God-Emperor; and his word that he wishes to know and understand your race.

Reply:

Then land. We will speak with you. The coordinates are contained within this message.

The Marines grinned almost ear to ear "We'll look into it; I'm sure we have something of equal value to trade in exchange " Drago said appreciated the sheer firepower. Soldiers always found common ground when talking about weapons.

The Admirals Communication line buzzed and he answered to hear Elaine Valentines Executive officer in a sheer panic.

"Its huge sir, it just dropped out of…Hyperspace I think, its like nothing we've ever seen before, passive sensors are going nuts trying to get a read on this thing"

"Is it enemy Commander?" Hague asked

"No sir" he said; "Far beyond anything they have, looks almost…alive" he said.

"Keep an eye on it but that’s all, this is still a peace conference after all, they're probably here for that" the admiral gave his orders and the XO chimed off an Aye sir before signing off the Comm line.

"It was designed and built by Miranda I, the first ruler of the League. Each ruler has added their own touches though. Since then the Palace has expanded to encompass the entirety of the old administrative complex of the most powerful nation from before the League, and many very important monuments," He stops and indicates a massive marble pillar seemingly standing in a courtyard for no reason, "That commemorated the life of one of their first, and most influental rulers. There was another monument directly across from it at one time, but it was destroyed during the Dagger Years."

"The Dagger Years? Sounds quite unfortunate. We are just dragging out of our own time of upheavel, finally establishing a full democracy after two thousand years." A beeper on his belt buzzed weakly. "Umm... there seems to be a situation up there that my ship wishes to tell me about. May I step outside so I can get a clearer signal? Or do you have a line I can use to contact them nearby?"

A small disc shaped disc came flying out of nowhere. Well, really it came from the direction of Andromeda at high speeds, but such a small craft is hard to see. Small lights glowed on its underbelly. It was a Ri-an UFO class explorer.

A meesage was sent to the planet.

________________________________________________________________

"Greetings, we got your messaqe, and heard you were inviting everyone to a masquerade. Would it be too late to join?" Came the message from the ship.

________________________________________________________________

OOC:

You should make a list of who is attending and edit it into the first post.

Personally. I lost track of who is here.

"Indeed, Miss... uhh... May I inquire as to your name? Anyways, questions will probably consist of most everything said, unless there are far too many answers for the questions that exist. And from what little I've seen of the universe, the latter seems quite likely."


ooc: sorry about this. fifteen page paper due and the sorts. Shouldn't be a problem anymore.

IC:

"My name is Admiral Spoor Mr...?"

The Thunderhawk landed at the predetermined site and the doors slid open, a ramp emerging as Aesri strode forth, a mighty titan of myth; a great and terrible warrior; gazing out at this new world, a smirk, wry and watchful, upon his normally brooding lips.

He was flanked by two augmented TechMarines; their limbs replaced by bionics (Nessecary to stave off biological mutation and corruption); servo-arms whirring. He moved, and they moved with him; a Servo-skull floated nearby; it's metallic sensors gleaming from the empty eye sockets; observing as they progressed. Two Warsmiths followed him, silent brooding Lords of the Space Marines; their armor polished and gleaming; their eyes alive with the firey determination that had lain siege to countless worlds. They remained silent as their Master began to speak

"I am Aesri; Primarch of the Steel Fists; Lord ForgeMaster of Hydran. I come in the name of the Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium, and welcome you to the new age. Our kind have travelled the stars for millenia, and so we extend our welcome to you; and an offering of brotherhood."

ooc: sorry about this. fifteen page paper due and the sorts. Shouldn't be a problem anymore.

IC:

"My name is Admiral Spoor Mr...?"
"Hodges. Luke Hodges."

"Well Mr. Hodges it seems that this little gathering will become very interesting indeed. My ship in orbit just sent me a list of those who have arrived and I must say that it seems the party is only drawing the finest of people."

Reply:

Please land at the coordinates included with this transmission.

The blue corvette made its way planetside, crashing into the atmosphere. There were a few seconds of uneasy rumbling -- as there always were -- and then the corvette stilled. The stabilizers had come online and compensated. Landing was incredibly safe, especially in this day and age, but it never ceased to startle Hraal-Sa, a fact he kept rather quiet, but that most around him knew. In a few minutes, the ship had poured through the fiery atmosphere, and had slowed below mach speed. It approached the LZ, and touched-down gracefully, the pilot activating the landing gear just in the nick of time.

A small door opened, and a shimmer went to the ground. then out stepped one guard, Hraal-Sa and the second guard. He looked around, and found the first hand to shake.

"Hello, my name is Lira Irri Hraal-Sa, Vice-Speaker of the Diamid and Kiith-Sa of Hraal. To who do I owe the honor?"

The Marines grinned almost ear to ear "We'll look into it; I'm sure we have something of equal value to trade in exchange " Drago said appreciated the sheer firepower. Soldiers always found common ground when talking about weapons.

The Admirals Communication line buzzed and he answered to hear Elaine Valentines Executive officer in a sheer panic.

"Its huge sir, it just dropped out of…Hyperspace I think, its like nothing we've ever seen before, passive sensors are going nuts trying to get a read on this thing"

"Is it enemy Commander?" Hague asked

"No sir" he said; "Far beyond anything they have, looks almost…alive" he said.

"Keep an eye on it but that’s all, this is still a peace conference after all, they're probably here for that" the admiral gave his orders and the XO chimed off an Aye sir before signing off the Comm line.

"Depending on what you have, our Procurement Officers may begin drooling."

"The Dagger Years? Sounds quite unfortunate. We are just dragging out of our own time of upheavel, finally establishing a full democracy after two thousand years." A beeper on his belt buzzed weakly. "Umm... there seems to be a situation up there that my ship wishes to tell me about. May I step outside so I can get a clearer signal? Or do you have a line I can use to contact them nearby?"

"It was a bit unpleasant. Backstabbing, murdering, assasination... War on a planetary scale. One Cruiser taking on an entire fleet was all the League could muster. The cruiser won though, so it's not all bad. I can give you an outside line with this jack up ahead." He indicated a small console set into the wall at the intersection of the two halls in an alcove. "As long as you have the right kind of jack you SHOULD be able to get a line out."

A small disc shaped disc came flying out of nowhere. Well, really it came from the direction of Andromeda at high speeds, but such a small craft is hard to see. Small lights glowed on its underbelly. It was a Ri-an UFO class explorer.

A meesage was sent to the planet.

________________________________________________________________

"Greetings, we got your messaqe, and heard you were inviting everyone to a masquerade. Would it be too late to join?" Came the message from the ship.

________________________________________________________________

Reply:

Send a shuttle to the coordinates contained within this message.

The Thunderhawk landed at the predetermined site and the doors slid open, a ramp emerging as Aesri strode forth, a mighty titan of myth; a great and terrible warrior; gazing out at this new world, a smirk, wry and watchful, upon his normally brooding lips.

He was flanked by two augmented TechMarines; their limbs replaced by bionics (Nessecary to stave off biological mutation and corruption); servo-arms whirring. He moved, and they moved with him; a Servo-skull floated nearby; it's metallic sensors gleaming from the empty eye sockets; observing as they progressed. Two Warsmiths followed him, silent brooding Lords of the Space Marines; their armor polished and gleaming; their eyes alive with the firey determination that had lain siege to countless worlds. They remained silent as their Master began to speak

"I am Aesri; Primarch of the Steel Fists; Lord ForgeMaster of Hydran. I come in the name of the Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium, and welcome you to the new age. Our kind have travelled the stars for millenia, and so we extend our welcome to you; and an offering of brotherhood."

The General turned from the SeaQuestains to the Chronosian Primarch. "Impressive indeed. Welcome to Solarin. Brotherhood is an appealing concept, but that must be spoke of later. For now I must enquire, do you posses a costume fitting the mythology of your home? Or will we need to find you one?"

The blue corvette made its way planetside, crashing into the atmosphere. There were a few seconds of uneasy rumbling -- as there always were -- and then the corvette stilled. The stabilizers had come online and compensated. Landing was incredibly safe, especially in this day and age, but it never ceased to startle Hraal-Sa, a fact he kept rather quiet, but that most around him knew. In a few minutes, the ship had poured through the fiery atmosphere, and had slowed below mach speed. It approached the LZ, and touched-down gracefully, the pilot activating the landing gear just in the nick of time.

A small door opened, and a shimmer went to the ground. then out stepped one guard, Hraal-Sa and the second guard. He looked around, and found the first hand to shake.

"Hello, my name is Lira Irri Hraal-Sa, Vice-Speaker of the Diamid and Kiith-Sa of Hraal. To who do I owe the honor?"

"General Armand Pahner, Imperial Marine Corps. Welcome to Solarin. You wouldn't happen to be the odd man out, and actually remember to bring a costume, would you?"

Reply:

You are quite welcome to attend. The Masquerade is scheduled for one week hence, your Admiral may stay in the Palace if he wishes, any formal relationships must be dealt with after the celebrations are concluded.

The Superdreadnought Medusa entered the Solarin System.

Transmission to the surface:

We have arrived, please direct us as to where to land our Pinnace.

At the sight of the Chronosian, Frost and Sub-Zero moved in front of Raiden and Princess Elyon. There was a slight, barely noticable drop in local temperature.

"AT THE FUCK EASE! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOUR ISSUES ARE WITH THIS MAN, BUT YOU WILL STAND THE FUCK DOWN! THERE WILL NOT BE ANY FIGHTING HERE!" The Marines immediately leveled their weapons at both parties involved, Chronosian and SeaQuestian alike.

-sir we've recieved an invetation on the communication array, a race has requested us to come to their party for the launch of they're new space travel vessels-

send a reply, we humberly accept the invite and will be on our way

--incomming transmition--
this is Emperor Morgan of Morgantopia, Head of the State of Neo Atlantis and Fleet Admiral of the Neo Atlantian Navy. On the behalf of Neo Atlantis I humberly accept your invitation, though we may or may not be late as we have a long latency between recieving and sending of your message, i will be on my way abord our dreadnaught Hat'ak class vessel Retribution, we will be arriving in peice but we request that you have vessels of your own navy to come out and help us as our region is currently at war and our own vessels are unable to give escort.

yours sincearly
Holy Emperor Morgan
Fleet Admiral
-Neo Atlantis-
--end transmition--

Transmission to unknown warship:

Declare your intentions. If you are delivering a diplomat then deposit them, and leave the system. Forces of such size will not be allowed within our system at this time.

occ i appolzie for bot getting back sooner. I mean no harm it just this is Dictator's personal ship.

IC:The dictator's shuttle arrived at the palace and greeted the president.

"Hello, I appologize for being late. Damn nav comp theres a bug in the system all our ships are suffering from it. It messes with the jump cooridnets and sends the ship esle where. Would you like a tour later?

occ i appolzie for bot getting back sooner. I mean no harm it just this is Dictator's personal ship.

IC:The dictator's shuttle arrived at the palace and greeted the president.

"Hello, I appologize for being late. Damn nav comp theres a bug in the system all our ships are suffering from it. It messes with the jump cooridnets and sends the ship esle where. Would you like a tour later?

OOC: I have about 5 issues with that post... The most prominent is that the President is actually IN the palace with the Talaaxian Emperor. Were you to try and wander the palaces ecure areas you would be shot. Repeatedly. In the face. With a Bead Cannon.

-sir we've recieved an invetation on the communication array, a race has requested us to come to their party for the launch of they're new space travel vessels-

send a reply, we humberly accept the invite and will be on our way

--incomming transmition--
this is Emperor Morgan of Morgantopia, Head of the State of Neo Atlantis and Fleet Admiral of the Neo Atlantian Navy. On the behalf of Neo Atlantis I humberly accept your invitation, though we may or may not be late as we have a long latency between recieving and sending of your message, i will be on my way abord our dreadnaught Hat'ak class vessel Retribution, we will be arriving in peice but we request that you have vessels of your own navy to come out and help us as our region is currently at war and our own vessels are unable to give escort.

yours sincearly
Holy Emperor Morgan
Fleet Admiral
-Neo Atlantis-
--end transmition--

Reply:

We have run ourt of landing space at the Palace, as several pads are reserved, we regret that this means we will be unable to greet you.

"A costume ball you say? Mythology... Heh. It would seem I'm already dressed the part! Ha!" Kunra laughed at his clumsy joke then, realizing no one else was, quieted down.

"Tell me, what other interstellar nations have come to attend this masquerade?" he asked, in a drastically more sour tone.

occ did you accully think i would look at 10 pages of posts?

occ did you accully think i would look at 10 pages of posts?

OOC: Yes. Get over it.

"A costume ball you say? Mythology... Heh. It would seem I'm already dressed the part! Ha!" Kunra laughed at his clumsy joke then, realizing no one else was, quieted down.

"Tell me, what other interstellar nations have come to attend this masquerade?" he asked, in a drastically more sour tone.

"Give me a moment to check." He concentrated for a moment, and soon responded, "We have Mini Miehm, Animarnia, SeaQuest, Christopher Thompson, Chronosia, yourself, No Endorse, Ri-an, and I believe that is everyone."

Reply:

We have run ourt of landing space at the Palace, as several pads are reserved, we regret that this means we will be unable to greet you.
Understood, we will veiw from aboard our ship, feel free to send up ambassadors or take a personal tour of the ship once you have some free time, we have many facilities and we are more than happy, with agreement from the high council to offer technologies.

Emperor Morgan.

*the Hat'ak Warship drops out of warp into the Solarin system*

-snippity-
-snip snip-

"A cruiser versus an entire fleet? Impressive... must be technology from before the Traders."

"Miss Spoor, it is quite likely that my ship is calling me to tell me that exact list. We may soon be in the presence of some of the intersellar giants. Now, if you will excuse me for one moment..." He stepped down the hallway and examined the jack. He then walked back, shaking his head. "Incorrect plug, quite interesting looking though. Don't you have a handset on hand? Wait! Miss Spoor, would you be so kind as to tell me who's on your list?"

ooc:
occ did you accully think i would look at 10 pages of posts
Yes, actually. It's prudent RPing to know what's going on. You can skim a bit, but make sure you have the general idea. (that's why it's a pain to get into AMW or the White Tower)

A short version of some of it: (nowhere near all, and may be incorrect) SQ and Chron are out on the landing pad at gunpoint. (Bad move there SQ, just go with the flow next time) Abh and I am standing outside Duchess (?) Spoor's room talking about nothing in particular really (hopefully to get interesting soon), and Kaymiril is in her room. MM is in orbit and probably about to kill us all, Talaax is speaking with el presidente, and Animarnia, Christopher Thompson, and Ri-an are about somewheres...

occ thanks for the update.

IC: take me to the president please.

"Who said anything about starting a fight?" asked Sub-Zero, "and I would watch the language around the young lady."

Raiden asked, from over Sub-Zero's shoulder, "Wouldn't you move into a defensive position to protect one of your leaders if confronted with an unkown being obviously skilled in the dark arts?"

OOC: To get some things straight:
1.) Sub-Zero and Frost made a defensive move and not an offensive one.
2.) It would be a wise move to watch the language around Princess Elyon (she isn't someone you want to get ticked off (just lucky its not her brother, Prince Phobos)).

"I SAID AT EASE! You WILL stand down RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, BOY. You may not understand this, but you'd have to either be a God, or an IDIOT to try and assasinate a Delegate here. Now, back the fuck off. If you can't deal with the other delegates in an acceptable manner, don't deal with them at all." The Marines kept their guns pointing in the directions of the sources of trouble.

occ thanks for the update.

IC: take me to the president please.

"No. The President is busy, wait here until he returns."

"I'm sure our governments can sort something out"; Baracus said.

Inside the room the occupants could hear shouting (I'm assuming they can) from outside, Hague and Drake moved over to the window and watched as two people were held at gun point while another man in military uniform was shouting something that could not be made out at this distance other than it was loud. They watched curiously the two figured dressed in blue and the other figure wanting to see what happened next…

"A costume? Not really." He chuckled lightly, then smirked as the Seaquestrians changed their stance; smirking softly, watching them with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Touchy, aren't we? i think if I said boo they might attack me. Many races tend to be...Anxious around us; we inspire a peculiar fear and admiration that others find to be disturbing. Most notably my sibling, the Emperor. He more than any of us can play havoc with the emotions of the-" He looks pointedly in the direction of the Seaquestrians "-weak of mind."

A gesture and his techmarines and Warsmith's shifted into a more combat ready stance; servo-arms whirred; bionic eyes locked with targets; merely awaiting their Primarch's command. But instead, he gestured again, allowing them to shift into a neutral stance. "Not here brethern; we shall not rise to their provocations. They have certainly done enough to earn our hatred without initiating this little debacle."

He bowed lightly, with barely a hint of mocking, in the direction of the Princess; before turning back to the General. "Most recently they initiated a genocidal retribution against one of their customers. While I myself do not listen to such gossip; it is rumored that worlds and settlements were smote utterly to ashes. You will find, though, that we Chronosians have oft initiated what others might call atrocity, in order that our species as a whole might live. The needs of the many; after all, outweigh the needs of the few. And the needs of the Imperium certainly outweigh the worth of it's subjects; save those who prove themselves worthy of greater service."

"A costume? Not really." He chuckled lightly, then smirked as the Seaquestrians changed their stance; smirking softly, watching them with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Touchy, aren't we? i think if I said boo they might attack me. Many races tend to be...Anxious around us; we inspire a peculiar fear and admiration that others find to be disturbing. Most notably my sibling, the Emperor. He more than any of us can play havoc with the emotions of the-" He looks pointedly in the direction of the Seaquestrians "-weak of mind."

A gesture and his techmarines and Warsmith's shifted into a more combat ready stance; servo-arms whirred; bionic eyes locked with targets; merely awaiting their Primarch's command. But instead, he gestured again, allowing them to shift into a neutral stance. "Not here brethern; we shall not rise to their provocations. They have certainly done enough to earn our hatred without initiating this little debacle."

He bowed lightly, with barely a hint of mocking, in the direction of the Princess; before turning back to the General. "Most recently they initiated a genocidal retribution against one of their customers. While I myself do not listen to such gossip; it is rumored that worlds and settlements were smote utterly to ashes. You will find, though, that we Chronosians have oft initiated what others might call atrocity, in order that our species as a whole might live. The needs of the many; after all, outweigh the needs of the few. And the needs of the Imperium certainly outweigh the worth of it's subjects; save those who prove themselves worthy of greater service."

"Thank you for keeping your men in better check. While we disagree with your philosophy on a fundamental level, I will not debate that here. Suffice it that while we may not agree, we will not come to blow over it. Your brother has done nothing to earn our hatred, and until he does we will not act against him." The Marines did not relax an inch, despite the seeming release of tension, if the SeaQuestians were correct, any show of weakness might spur them into attack. They didn't think it likely, but they hadn't though it likely that Miranda would beat the Dagger Fleet either...

"The Emperor does not make enemies of those he need not make enemies of; yet rightly holds those as enemies who deserve our hatred and our choler. You are not amongst those who tempt the wrath of the Four Powers. You hold promise; and we are quite fond of promise. We have helped nations rise up and become glorious before; there is no reason why we cannot do so again."

He bows to the general; this mighty warrior, this Primarch showing grace in the face of Seaquestrian paranoia. He smiles as he straightens himself. "In the legends of my people, there was once a great warrior. Perturabo, he was called. He was a Primarch, much as I am; one of the greatest masters of Siege in all the galaxy. A venerated and worshipped hero amongst the ancestors of the Imperium; worshipped as a living God by the Space Marines who followed him. I shall attend this Masquerade as he, his living Image. Perturabo of the Iron Warriors."

"A cruiser versus an entire fleet? Impressive... must be technology from before the Traders."

"Miss Spoor, it is quite likely that my ship is calling me to tell me that exact list. We may soon be in the presence of some of the intersellar giants. Now, if you will excuse me for one moment..." He stepped down the hallway and examined the jack. He then walked back, shaking his head. "Incorrect plug, quite interesting looking though. Don't you have a handset on hand? Wait! Miss Spoor, would you be so kind as to tell me who's on your list?"

ooc:

Yes, actually. It's prudent RPing to know what's going on. You can skim a bit, but make sure you have the general idea. (that's why it's a pain to get into AMW or the White Tower)

A short version of some of it: (nowhere near all, and may be incorrect) SQ and Chron are out on the landing pad at gunpoint. (Bad move there SQ, just go with the flow next time) Abh and I am standing outside Duchess (?) Spoor's room talking about nothing in particular really (hopefully to get interesting soon), and Kaymiril is in her room. MM is in orbit and probably about to kill us all, Talaax is speaking with el presidente, and Animarnia, Christopher Thompson, and Ri-an are about somewheres...

"We have the list if that's what you want. Mini Miehm, Balrogga, SeaQuest, Chronosia, Kaymiril, Animarnia, Christopher Thompson, Ri-an, and No Endorse."

"The Emperor does not make enemies of those he need not make enemies of; yet rightly holds those as enemies who deserve our hatred and our choler. You are not amongst those who tempt the wrath of the Four Powers. You hold promise; and we are quite fond of promise. We have helped nations rise up and become glorious before; there is no reason why we cannot do so again."

He bows to the general; this mighty warrior, this Primarch showing grace in the face of Seaquestrian paranoia. He smiles as he straightens himself. "In the legends of my people, there was once a great warrior. Perturabo, he was called. He was a Primarch, much as I am; one of the greatest masters of Siege in all the galaxy. A venerated and worshipped hero amongst the ancestors of the Imperium; worshipped as a living God by the Space Marines who followed him. I shall attend this Masquerade as he, his living Image. Perturabo of the Iron Warriors."

"That is acceptable. You do understand that I cannot let you leave this pad until we have this resolved."

"I'm sure our governments can sort something out"; Baracus said.

Inside the room the occupants could hear shouting (I'm assuming they can) from outside, Hague and Drake moved over to the window and watched as two people were held at gun point while another man in military uniform was shouting something that could not be made out at this distance other than it was loud. They watched curiously the two figured dressed in blue and the other figure wanting to see what happened next…

"Probably. They have a tendency of doing things like that."

"Quite a respectable guest list. It would seem you've garnered quite a bit of attention. Perhaps I could accompany you to meet some of them? I have not yet had a chance to meet with any foreign delegates since seizing power some time ago."

"Miss Spoor, it is quite likely that my ship is calling me to tell me that exact list. We may soon be in the presence of some of the intersellar giants. Now, if you will excuse me for one moment..." He stepped down the hallway and examined the jack. He then walked back, shaking his head. "Incorrect plug, quite interesting looking though. Don't you have a handset on hand? Wait! Miss Spoor, would you be so kind as to tell me who's on your list?"



Admiral Spoor raised her hand to show a green gem set in a red fabric that rested on the back of her hand and wrapped around her middle finger to her wrist. The gem activated and rambled off a list in a language that was nothing like Galactic Standard. "It seems that the ships from the nations of Chronosia, Talaax, Mini Miehm, SeaQuest, Balrogga, and Christopher Thomas have arrived. At least those are the only nations from which we could identify from previous contacts. There are other ships in orbit though that we do not know the origin of."

"Talaax, Mini Miehm, and Chronosia?" His face hardened slightly. "This may be awkward..." He turned to the Solari. "Would you please excuse us? I would like to speak to the Lady in private for a moment. I assume I can call for assistance using the wall panel back there?" He indicated the alcove where the jack had been. "If so, I'll call when we're done so you may show me to my room. Miss Spoor, may we continue discussion in your chambers?"

Spoor nodded. "Of course whenever you are ready."

Hodges followed Spoor into the room and slid the door shut. "What have you heard about intenal politics within No Endorse recently? Anyways, there was recently a Clan war, and we're overhauling our government. Then we resigned from the GE as the Nightsisters-Lady Nightshade conflict began, fearing a resurgance of partisan violence within the Inferno." He moved towards the couch, sitting in the position nearer to the door. Luke then removed his heavy sunglasses, his large Infernoian pupils contracting rapidly in what seemed to be moderately dim lighting.

"In short, we've left the one alliance we've been members of since time forgotten. Chronosia, Mini Miehm, and Talaax know this, and may not be very cordial towards the Inferno, me, or any Galactic Federation representative. The presence of SeaQuest worries me, especially since we haven't seen them yet. We have to meet them and prevent any type of face-off with the GE."

Reply:

Send a shuttle to the coordinates contained within this message.

The UFO explorer was small enough to be a shuttle. It wasn't even armed.

It spun down to the planet, and landed at the requested coordinates. A small stairway came from an opening in the ship. A man in plain white robes decended.

"'Noble' Seaquestrians; it would be prudent, perhaps, to be gracious towards your hosts. You have a nagging habit of telling them what to do, upon their own worlds. I do believe that you are subservient to any order from a high ranking member of the world we sit on; it's only right that you should abide by their laws and rules, and I am sure that would include avoiding such...Unpleasant events as a brawl on the landing pad."

Aesri smirks, watching them intently, tongue playing over his white teeth. "I comply completely with the demands of the General; I would advise you to do the same. We can't have a scene; now, can we?"

He turns back to the general. "If we're done here with this Interruption; would it be prudent of me to ask if I can leave?"

Spoor took a seat in a cushioned chair across from Hodges. "It is true that we knew of your clan system and that stability had been a problem for quite some time. It seems the little attack by the Cassiopeia Galaxy served a purpose with your government though as it has brought unity rather than destruction and I am pleased to see that your nation has moved away from the Galactic Empire."

She shifted her weight and crossed her legs. "Please do not worry Mr. Hodges. I have had dealings with the Talaaxians before and have only known of one problem during a diplomatic conference. I trust that they will be quite honorable on this stage. The Chronosian would rather taunt and tease than engage in any action towards us at the moment I'm sure. Though provoking them would give them cause to attack which I would not advise. Dealings with these people are always an articulate matter. As for the delegation from Mini Miehm, I wouldn't be surprised to single certain Galactic Federation members out and provoke them and are more likely to react should anyone move to it. However, I doubt they will start anything too serious without backing from the Chronosians."

Her long blue braid laid over her left chest as she stroked it. "I imagine that the SeaQuestian delegation are on their own merits at the moment. Though if any situation does arise, we will have to defuse it."

"You certainly appear to be on edge. Still, I respect the authority of the general here; I respect his skill in maintaining peace; you and your kind, I do not trust. Now that we have made our opinions clear, I trust we can proceed onwards. While your attempting to prove your innocence of arrogance and petty prides with lights and pictures, I would far prefer to proceed with the Masquerade. This is a day of days for my people; to meet with a people as skilled and cultured. I don't believe mankind has encountered such an inspiring race since Fulgrim purged the Laer; however I digress into myth and story" He chuckled lightly; Aesri found these Seaquestrians to be an unparallelled amusement.

"Let us have leave of each other; I have much desire to savor this meeting, but I shall do it amidst the presence of the other delegates; might I ask who is in attendance? I wish to make sure I can keep pleasing company when the festivities begin, General."

Raiden growled, as arcs of energy crossed his eyes for a split second, "I do believe you were asked to watch the language. Now, I suggest you do so before I get any madder.

"As for Frost and Sub-Zero," he said in a lighter tone, "what they did was form a wall between the Princess and," he gestures at the Chronosian representative, "him.

"Also, as she is the SeaQuestian Emperor's official representative, only Princess Elyon can order members of the SeaQuestian armed forces around during this party of yours.

"Now, unless that display by your defense turret earlier is an example, if your troops are as highly trained and conditioned as members of the Lin Kuei, then I recomend you let it go. Frost and Sub-Zero will do nothing to disobey the orders the Princess gave about not starting fights before we landed.

"Now, I do believe her highness asked you a question earlier that you have yet to answer."

"I believe that if you make any more threats at us BOY, you'll have some trouble. You are on OUR turf now, and you wil stand down, immediately, or else we'll simply send you right back up that ramp, and back to wherever you came from. Those are your options, pick one. Your high and mighty princess isn't getting an answer until her goons get the message."

"You certainly appear to be on edge. Still, I respect the authority of the general here; I respect his skill in maintaining peace; you and your kind, I do not trust. Now that we have made our opinions clear, I trust we can proceed onwards. While your attempting to prove your innocence of arrogance and petty prides with lights and pictures, I would far prefer to proceed with the Masquerade. This is a day of days for my people; to meet with a people as skilled and cultured. I don't believe mankind has encountered such an inspiring race since Fulgrim purged the Laer; however I digress into myth and story" He chuckled lightly; Aesri found these Seaquestrians to be an unparallelled amusement.

"Let us have leave of each other; I have much desire to savor this meeting, but I shall do it amidst the presence of the other delegates; might I ask who is in attendance? I wish to make sure I can keep pleasing company when the festivities begin, General."

"Now, as for you. You can go, we'll get this crap sorted out. And the list is as follows, SeaQuest you already know, Mini Miehm, Christopher Thompson, Ri-an, Animarnia, Kaymiril, Talaax, No Endorse, Huankind Abh, 1010102, and I BELIEVE that is all."

The UFO explorer was small enough to be a shuttle. It wasn't even armed.

It spun down to the planet, and landed at the requested coordinates. A small stairway came from an opening in the ship. A man in plain white robes decended.

The marines off to the side traded sarcastic looks "What, no little green men?", whispering among themselves and barely restraining laughter at the pointless, ugly, and inefficient means of transport.

The representative himself couldn't help but chuckle. "Haha, welcome to Solarin, should I take you to my leader?"

The Superdreadnought Medusa entered the Solarin System.

Transmission to the surface:

We have arrived, please direct us as to where to land our Pinnace.

Reply:

Please land your shuttle at the coordinates in this transmission. Do not overfly the bay.

Above the planet, a small black angular shuttle faded into reality as it made the transition from T-Space to Real Space. It received the clearances and instructions to it's reserved landing pad and proceeded to descend into the thick atmosphere of the planet. The ship left a firery trail as it sped straight towards the landing pad. The ship suddenly stopped inches from the ground as the Grav drives negated the mass and momentum leaving several startled onlookers.

The shuttle hovered 3 inches off the ground as the door opened and the ramp extended. Out of the hatch stepped an elderly man leaning upon a staff.

"Greetings, I am Nhur-Galladu, Emperor of the Balrogga Empire. I have decided to attend this event in person."

He noticed the searching glances toward the interior of the shuttle.

"There are no bodyguards. I place my trust in our Host tonight."

As he followed his guide, he noticed the commotion on the other pad.

"What is going on over there?"

Above the planet, a small black angular shuttle faded into reality as it made the transition from T-Space to Real Space. It received the clearances and instructions to it's reserved landing pad and proceeded to descend into the thick atmosphere of the planet. The ship left a firery trail as it sped straight towards the landing pad. The ship suddenly stopped inches from the ground as the Grav drives negated the mass and momentum leaving several startled onlookers.

The shuttle hovered 3 inches off the ground as the door opened and the ramp extended. Out of the hatch stepped an elderly man leaning upon a staff.

"Greetings, I am Nhur-Galladu, Emperor of the Balrogga Empire. I have decided to attend this event in person."

He noticed the searching glances toward the interior of the shuttle.

"There are no bodyguards. I place my trust in our Host tonight."

As he followed his guide, he noticed the commotion on the other pad.

"What is going on over there?"

"There has been an altercation. One delegation became extremely hostile upon the Chronosians landing, the SeaQuestians I believe..."

Reply:

Please land your shuttle at the coordinates in this transmission. Do not overfly the bay.

Thank you.

The Pinnace rocketed through the atmosphere, seemingly coming in much too swiftly. It wasn't that they didn't have brakes, it's just that those brakes didn't activate until the last 100 feet of a drop, damping the kinetic energy, making for a rather terrifying ride until the very end.

Nhur-Galladu just shook his head.

"If that happened in my court, I would have banished them for insulting my Hospitality."

He looked over towards the commotion one last time before following his guide.

"So, what can you tell me about the history of the......."

Nhur-Galladu just shook his head.

"If that happened in my court, I would have banished them for insulting my Hospitality."

He looked over towards the commotion one last time before following his guide.

"So, what can you tell me about the history of the......."

"They have a squad of riflmen leveled at their faces. If they do not behave they will pointedly be told to leave. And the history of what?"

OOC:

Sorry, I was trying to show that we continued talking while we were walking away with our voices trailing off.

Sorry about the confusion.

-snippity-

"Their merits are not the parts of them that worry me. But no matter." He shifted again, fingering the glasses and pulling out an odd-looking device, setting it on the couch beside him. "Yeah, it's a static generator in case of bugs. Keep it if you want one, I've got another on my shuttle."

"What really concerns me is the reality of the relationship of the Inferno with the Empire, and our internal stability. We have not severed ties completly, they protected us and gave us stregnth for years. We don't even know how long we've been members. We are merely officially resigning until this interesting problem with Nightshade and the Nightsisters comes to a conclusion. No Endorse even rides to war against Cassiopeia if they intend to go through with their rumored attack. The Imperial nations will probably seek to probe our new stance, and may try to give me a black or white choice, ultimatum, or worse. Can I count on the Federation, or at least The Empire of The Humankind Abh, to back up any move I may be forced to make in this confrence? The Inferno is committed to remain friendly to the Empire and the Federation, but the Empire might not see things our way."

As he was talking, he slid one of the ear-pieces off the glasses and pulled out his datapad, plugging the former into the latter. He pointed at it and smiled a little, a stream of video flashing across the datapad rapidly and cutting off. "I'm only thirty two Standard. My eyes aren't as bad as these glasses make them out to be, not that the Solari will be able to tell."

The marines off to the side traded sarcastic looks "What, no little green men?", whispering among themselves and barely restraining laughter at the pointless, ugly, and inefficient means of transport.

The representative himself couldn't help but chuckle. "Haha, welcome to Solarin, should I take you to my leader?"
"Only if you feel its necessary. I know, its so Cliche, but unfortunatly, the people decided the higher ups only got small one man, or woman, crafts. I'm commander Yenke, Diplomat of Ri-an. This is really just an exploratory vehicle. Our satilites in this Galaxy picked up your transmission while mapping international territory." Yenke said.

Walking next to Harris in the palace corridors, Kunra suddenly sensed a pocket of hostility forming outside. Fearing not for his safety, but rather of the possibility of recruiting this young nation into the Imperial fold, he decided to inform the president of this finding. "I sense much hostility in the docking area. I believe some trouble may be brewing. Perhaps we should investigate the matter? I would hate to have some ignorant individual ruin the entire occassion for us all. I'm sure your presence will have a dampening effect on such feelings."

As Nhur-Galladu and his guide were walking and talking, he reached out with his mind. He found the minds of the SeaQuest delegates and caressed his fingers through them, leaving a shudder behind.

Once he knew that would have gotten their attention he whispered into their minds.

You are not only making fools out of yourself acting like children, but you are annoying everyone else. You have two choices; you will either stop now, or you will leave. If you do neither, I will Mindwipe you, your sibling, your princess, and everyone you have in the entire system.

You annoy me and I will not hesitate to eliminate an annoyance.

Show your evolutionary stage and act civilized. You will not be allowed to throw your weight around like a two ton wanna-be.

You are insulting not only your hosts, but every nation here with your rude actions.

You will stop now!

The last bit would be considered a yell with the impact of a jetliner, but he was still only whispering. If he had spoken even a tiny bit louder, their minds would be reduced to jelly by the sheer power of the greatest mind in a nation of more than four billion psi-entities.

The curious thing was he never indicated he did anything as he walked and talked with his host. The three trouble-causing aliens on the landing pad were the only ones to feel his “suggestion” as Nhur-Galladu and his guide were already entering the castle itself by then.

There was no indication where or who the message came from...

Aesri waves a dismissive hand, moving off the pad, flanked by his Warsmiths and Tech Marines; each Warsmith is a warrior and a leader in their own right, chosen servants of Aesri; Lords of two of the Great Companies of the Steel Fists. He chuckles lightly as he passes. "Deal with them as you will; be assured that if they make any hostile move against myself or any others; I and my Warsmiths shall end what they begin. Now; I trust I can enjoy this...Party." And off he moves, off of the landing pad, and towards the gathering; a great, mighty and brooding figure.

"Instruct the Astropaths to send a cypher to Remiel; inform him of the debacle on the landing pad, and insist that such events be taken in mind in case of future developments. There is much potential here..."

Her double winged tiara reflected a bit of the light in the room as she stopped stroking her blue braid and rested her head on a fist. Her chest rose and fell gently as she sighed slightly. Spoor always had a way of making her voice sound silky smooth even when giving commands to the fleet.

"I assume that you know of the nation Anagonia who is or was a member of the Galactic Empire. Our two nations came into contact with each other through certain events and established relations. It came to be known to us that there was a possibility that they would come under a large scale invasion. They asked for support and protection, we gave it. We were allies and the Abh have never broken an oath to an ally in their entire existance. Fortunatly the invasion never came and the Abh did not have to worry about losing lives nor did the nation have to worry about seeking temporary sanctuary within our borders.

I tell you this because when the crisis came, the only nation that would protec them was our own. We would have been far outnumbered and far outgunned and I assure you that we Abh do not enjoy fighting like that. Yet we stood ready and ever vigilant."

Spoor had been looking off to the side as if she was reliving the moment once again. She turned back to Luke and smiled slightly with painted red lips. "Even if all the universe forsake you and the darkness was to encroach on every side, the Abh would never abandon an ally. You have our support Mr. Hodges as long as you remain an ally."

"Then that is all I can ask. The generator is yours, I must now take my leave. They Solari must show me to my room before they get too worried about us conspiring against us." He put a number on a piece of paper. "Here's my Federation code, contact me when you get in contact with the SeaQuestians."

He stood to leave, handing her the paper and holding out his hand for a parting shake.

Spoor took the piece of paper and his hand to shake. "An honor to meet you Mr. Hodges. I believe I will head out as well and see what new representatives have arrived. If there really is a Talaax representative here, I would like to speak with them."

"It was an honor to meet you too. Gods be with you." Luke Hodges left the room, moving towards the wall panel he'd seen earlier.

She was nice enough. he thought, replacing his sunglasses. He'd already stowed the datapad and replaced the earpiece, so it was merely the hassle of getting them back in place. He twisted them again oddly. It looks like it was worth it to come after all. He looked about, trying to find a Solari who could point him in the right direction.

Spoor flipped her blue braid back behind her and moved through the door to head back into the sun. Back to beind diplomatic and putting on a pleasant smile for these people. How boring and tedious.

"It was an honor to meet you too. Gods be with you." Luke Hodges left the room, moving towards the wall panel he'd seen earlier.

She was nice enough. he thought, replacing his sunglasses. He'd already stowed the datapad and replaced the earpiece, so it was merely the hassle of getting them back in place. He twisted them again oddly. It looks like it was worth it to come after all. He looked about, trying to find a Solari who could point him in the right direction.

OOC: Sorry all, I was away all weekend. Back to the RP!

IC:

There were already a pair of the massive Mardukan Sentries stationed outside the Abh suite, seeing the confused-looking No Endorsian, the commanding Mardukan addressed him "Are you lost? Or justmisplaced?"

"First off," said Raiden, "I don't make threats.

"Secondly, compared to me, you are but a youth. Don't try to talk-the-talk when you can't walk-the-walk.

"Thirdly, I am still on the ramp of our ship. That technically qualifies as SeaQuestian turf. In fact, Princess Elyon is technically the only who has set foot on your planet as of this point in time.

"Fourthly, I can't understand why you are the one attempting to pick a fight. Why, I don't know. But I do know that your attempts at getting a rise out of us aren't going to work.

"Now, will you back off? We came here for a diplomatic get-together and you are hardly being diplomatic about anything."

"I'm not a diplomat. You had your chance kid. Leave now, and don't look back. You landed on MY soil, you ended up in MY jurisdiction. I tell you to back down, and you back down. Now, remove yourselves from our planet and do not return without an apology for this debacle. You've embarrassed yourself, your nation, your princess, and your emperor."

Walking next to Harris in the palace corridors, Kunra suddenly sensed a pocket of hostility forming outside. Fearing not for his safety, but rather of the possibility of recruiting this young nation into the Imperial fold, he decided to inform the president of this finding. "I sense much hostility in the docking area. I believe some trouble may be brewing. Perhaps we should investigate the matter? I would hate to have some ignorant individual ruin the entire occassion for us all. I'm sure your presence will have a dampening effect on such feelings."

"I'm aware of it. General Gianetto oughta be able to handle it. If necessary he'll instruct them to leave, and employ his Marines to put them back on their shuttle, and send them away. They will be physically picked up and placed on their vessel if they do not comply. If they continue to remain non-compliant, they will be placed under arrest."

"So, what was this I heard about a Masquerade? I wouldn't even need much done for a costume, just have certain images painted on my armor." Yenke said.

"So, where do we go. I'm anxious to meet others." he said.

"So, what was this I heard about a Masquerade? I wouldn't even need much done for a costume, just have certain images painted on my armor." Yenke said.

"So, where do we go. I'm anxious to meet others." he said.

"You're a national myth then? Otherwise you'll need a costume. As for meeting other delegates, they are all in the guest wing, where you will be staying."

"Oh no, I'm not a national Myth, but all commanders have armor like this, which is modled after the legendary General Hregar, who is said to have single-handedly fought and defeated, the greatest threat our nation has ever known. A part of the Myth says, that the World Spirit appeared to him, and decorated his Armor with Magick, to help him, and protect him." Yenke said.

A second later.

"Could you help me find the guest wing?" Yenke asked.

"Oh no, I'm not a national Myth, but all commanders have armor like this, which is modled after the legendary General Hregar, who is said to have single-handedly fought and defeated, the greatest threat our nation has ever known. A part of the Myth says, that the World Spirit appeared to him, and decorated his Armor with Magick, to help him, and protect him." Yenke said.

A second later.

"Could you help me find the guest wing?" Yenke asked.

"I will lead you to the guest wing eventually. We are still waiting for another delegate to arrive."

"Oh, and who might that be?" Yenke asked, curious.

"Oh, and who might that be?" Yenke asked, curious.

"I will not know until they arrive."

Understood, we will veiw from aboard our ship, feel free to send up ambassadors or take a personal tour of the ship once you have some free time, we have many facilities and we are more than happy, with agreement from the high council to offer technologies.

Emperor Morgan.

Transmission:

There has been a recent development. One of the delegations has proved to be hostile and unreasonable. As soon as they vacate their landing pad you may take that one.

Aesri waves a dismissive hand, moving off the pad, flanked by his Warsmiths and Tech Marines; each Warsmith is a warrior and a leader in their own right, chosen servants of Aesri; Lords of two of the Great Companies of the Steel Fists. He chuckles lightly as he passes. "Deal with them as you will; be assured that if they make any hostile move against myself or any others; I and my Warsmiths shall end what they begin. Now; I trust I can enjoy this...Party." And off he moves, off of the landing pad, and towards the gathering; a great, mighty and brooding figure.

"Instruct the Astropaths to send a cypher to Remiel; inform him of the debacle on the landing pad, and insist that such events be taken in mind in case of future developments. There is much potential here..."

Aesri was met at the gates of the Palace by a pair of the Mardukan Guards. Still massive in their armor, they overtopped Aesri by nearly a meter. "The General instructed us to escort you to the Guest Wing, and the quarters you will be occupying. What mark is that? I have never seen its like before..."

The Pinnace dropped like a stone, before seeming to stop entirely approximately 100 meters over the pad, and slowly fell the rest of the distance. The Bounce Pack was an interesting way to travel. It was also efficient. It was NOT fun. At all.

The Miehmish delegate stepped out of the pinnace. On her shoulder sat a creature that any Solari should recognize on sight: A Treecat. There were visible differences between hers and the ones they were used to, but it was still recognizably a treecat. It was sleeker, and smaller. The Solari ones were more heavily built, and larger, they lacked none of the dealy grace, but they could pack more of a punch if they had to fight.

"My name is Honor Stephanie Harrington. I was sent to act as delegate here. The Alliance welcomes you, and hopes you thrive as we have, since our emergence to the stars so long ago."

The Pinnace dropped like a stone, before seeming to stop entirely approximately 100 meters over the pad, and slowly fell the rest of the distance. The Bounce Pack was an interesting way to travel. It was also efficient. It was NOT fun. At all.

The Miehmish delegate stepped out of the pinnace. On her shoulder sat a creature that any Solari should recognize on sight: A Treecat. There were visible differences between hers and the ones they were used to, but it was still recognizably a treecat. It was sleeker, and smaller. The Solari ones were more heavily built, and larger, they lacked none of the dealy grace, but they could pack more of a punch if they had to fight.

"My name is Honor Stephanie Harrington. I was sent to act as delegate here. The Alliance welcomes you, and hopes you thrive as we have, since our emergence to the stars so long ago."


"I think that I need to get a higher authority on this one." The General summoned several Mardukans to watch the pad, while he attempted to get the President out here. "I'm going to take the other delegate to his room, the president will be out to see you momentarily, please remain on the pad."

"I think that I need to get a higher authority on this one." The General summoned several Mardukans to watch the pad, while he attempted to get the President out here. "I'm going to take the other delegate to his room, the president will be out to see you momentarily, please remain on the pad."

A trio of men in deep green uniforms, surrounding the Admiral looked slightly nervous about the apperance of the massive, armored, multi-limbed beings, but they remained calm, not drawing their pulsers, or even moving between their Steadholder and the threat that the Mardukans may have posed. Nimitz had remained calm, and until he reacted badly there would be no movement from the Armsmen.

"I thank you for your hospitality. This Mark?" He indicated the Eight Pointed Star. "This mark is the symbol of undivided Chaos; of endless possibilities and boundless experience. Of potential and power unlimited. And the key to all the mysteries of the universe. To break a law is to know it; to shatter a system is to understand it. Only in Chaos can progress be made, through the stifling worlds of order and law; chains to ones such as myself, who value perfection and progress, and creation."

"I thank you for your hospitality. This Mark?" He indicated the Eight Pointed Star. "This mark is the symbol of undivided Chaos; of endless possibilities and boundless experience. Of potential and power unlimited. And the key to all the mysteries of the universe. To break a law is to know it; to shatter a system is to understand it. Only in Chaos can progress be made, through the stifling worlds of order and law; chains to ones such as myself, who value perfection and progress, and creation."

"Chaos? Is not Chaos a disruptive force? It would seem to me that Chaos would offer a great deal of strife and discord, for how could Chaos be undivided?"

"Very well. I do hope they do not ruin the entire occassion for us all... I believe, Mr. President, that I will look around and meet with some of the other delegates. Perhaps the Abh delegation is around here, our people have not spoken in such a long time.." With little delay, Kunra bowed slightly and walked off down the corridor towards the other guest quarters. Uninterested in meeting in a friendly manner with the other guests, he was more interested in gauging their intentions regarding the alignment of the Solari.

"Very well. I do hope they do not ruin the entire occassion for us all... I believe, Mr. President, that I will look around and meet with some of the other delegates. Perhaps the Abh delegation is around here, our people have not spoken in such a long time.." With little delay, Kunra bowed slightly and walked off down the corridor towards the other guest quarters. Uninterested in meeting in a friendly manner with the other guests, he was more interested in gauging their intentions regarding the alignment of the Solari.

"I am needed elsewhere anyway. Please enjoy yourself." The President headed out towards the landing pads once again, this time what he would find was an interesting question.

"Just shut it and listen," said Elyon, "you need to drop this macho attitude of yours. We haven't done anything wrong here, taken any agressive actions, or done anything that would require an apology. Now, would you care to explain yourself?"

Sub-Zero and Frost kept quiet. Raiden fought to repress a scowl.

"Princess," Raiden sent on a closed telepathic channel to Elyon, "Are you sure its worth the effort to even try to get through to him?"

"We won't know until we try, Raiden," she sent back, "We can only hope we can get him to see reason."

"You are the one in charge here," sent back Raiden before closing the channel.

"I told you to leave. If you do not I have the authority to have your entire delegation placed under arrest. Now, LEAVE. You cannot be civil to our other guests, so we do not want you here. Get back on your little ship, get off my planet, get out of our atmosphere, and get out of our territory until you can be more polite. And don't forget that apology if you decide to come back." The General summoned several Mardukans from the barracks, just in case the SeaQuestians did anything stupid, or, if they refused to leave, arrest them properly.

"You are the one not being civil and impolite," replied Raiden, "We have done nothing to cause you to act this way.

"As for your trying to arrest us," he made a hand gesture to one of the people up above still in the ship, "as we are still aboard our ship, which is classed as SeaQuestian soil, you would be an invading army and we would be well with-in our right to respond in kind."

Elyon moved behind Raiden on the ramp and sat down. Meanwhile, due to Raiden's gesture, the Jupiter II began to power up and began to set it up so that the shields could be raised in an instant if they were needed.

"Take it how you will. If you do not vacate our territory we WILL arrest you. And the instant you touched down on MY planet, you put yourselves, and your SHIPin my jurisdiction. You've already violated SEVERAL laws when you flew over the bay, if you don't leave we can add a few more counts to the indictment. Especially since I expect I'll have to be adding "resisting arrest" to the list if you don't leave." The massively armored Mardukans stepped forward, still bearing their cannon, the Bead Guns were loaded with shock rounds, or capture webs. Whatever the hostile delegates decided, they would have to deal with the largest, fastest, and most powerful of the Solari troops to do it.

"Very well. I do hope they do not ruin the entire occassion for us all... I believe, Mr. President, that I will look around and meet with some of the other delegates. Perhaps the Abh delegation is around here, our people have not spoken in such a long time.." With little delay, Kunra bowed slightly and walked off down the corridor towards the other guest quarters. Uninterested in meeting in a friendly manner with the other guests, he was more interested in gauging their intentions regarding the alignment of the Solari.

Spoor rounded a corner in the guest hall as she was making her way back outside when she spotted Kunra. "It appears my job was just made easier. I had a report from my ship that a Talaaxian vessel was here and so I figured that once certain matters were attended to I would seek you out. Luck would have it that you were merely around the corner."

The Abh clicked the back of her heels and saluted. "Admiral Spoor of the Abh Empire."

Stopping at the sound of the voice, Kunra turned and cast an appraising look upon the admiral. Not quite the same as some old holovids showed, but impressive nonetheless. "The famous Admiral Spoor. One of the few of your kind to withstand the ravages of the Embrace of Pain. Quite impressive. I am Kunra Esh, grandson of the great -albeit misguided- Shoon-mi Esh, and Emperor of the Yuuzhan Vong. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Elyon yawned, stood up, and walked back up the ramp back into the ship.

"Look you little pissant," growled Raiden, "You can drop the holier-than-thou attitude. We are in the right and you know it. If need be, we can take this to an international court and prove it."

"Wrong. That is a privately owned yacht, you do not yet have diplomatic immunity with us, it was extended as a courtesy, it has since been revoked. As of this point you are trespassing on Solarin Government property. You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent, anything you do say can and will be used against you, you have the right to acquire any attorney you can get to take your case. You've got money, we don't need to provide one for you. Now, your ship is tractored to the landing pad, and if you manage to get off, your vessel will be crippled and you will be returned safely to the ground via the tractor beam. Resisting arrest, evasion, and several other charges can and will be added to the already impressive indictment you have going."

The plattoon of Mardukans advanced on the ship, followed by the more lightly armored Marines. If they attempted to resist they would be subdued with as little violence as possible. Bitchy, arrogant, concieted, and condescending they may be, but she WAS still royalty. You can't kill royalty while it resists arrest. The bodyguards were another matter entirely though, and their survival was NOT required.

There were already a pair of the massive Mardukan Sentries stationed outside the Abh suite, seeing the confused-looking No Endorsian, the commanding Mardukan addressed him "Are you lost? Or justmisplaced?"

"Depends on your definition of either. I know where I am, right outside the private quarters of Admiral Spoor. However, I don't know where I'm going. Would you be so kind as to show me how to get back to my shuttle? I'm afraid I forgot something in there, and I'd like to retrieve it before continuing to my room. I'd also kind of like to know how to get to this location from my quarters, she and I may need to discuss some external matters. I'm the No Endorse delegate by the way, Luke Hodges."

"Depends on your definition of either. I know where I am, right outside the private quarters of Admiral Spoor. However, I don't know where I'm going. Would you be so kind as to show me how to get back to my shuttle? I'm afraid I forgot something in there, and I'd like to retrieve it before continuing to my room. I'd also kind of like to know how to get to this location from my quarters, she and I may need to discuss some external matters. I'm the No Endorse delegate by the way, Luke Hodges."

"It is nice to meet you. I'll call a Marine to escort you out there. You might noit WANT to go out there right now though, the crossfire could be a bit dangerous, assuming the SeaQuestians try and resist being arrested." The Marine was already trotting up the hall towards the trio outside the Abh delegates room.

OOC: MM, I am sick and tired of your attempts to get a rise out of me.

So, here's the deal. Your puppet nation of TSL is now joining you on my perma-ignore list.

Welcome to the world of the ignore, TSL.

(OOC: Gonna take a little liberty here and describe your general a bit if I get him not how you want then your free to ignore, but its how I picture him from his mannerisms)

The TV feed in the room changed to what appeared to be the Solari docking bay where a foreign delicate was being accosted by several Solari soldiers, a rather stout man in a green generals uniform was shouting rather loudly. Admiral Hague and Lyle Drake turned around to watch the diabolical unfold on TV

"Wrong. That is a privately owned yacht, you do not yet have diplomatic immunity with us, it was extended as a courtesy, it has since been revoked. As of this point you are trespassing on Solarin Government property. You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent, anything you do say can and will be used against you, you have the right to acquire any attorney you can get to take your case. You've got money; we don't need to provide one for you"

Elaine stepped out of the shower dressed in only a towel to catch the tail end of the speech from the General

"Now, your ship is tractored to the landing pad, and if you manage to get off, your vessel will be crippled and you will be returned safely to the ground via the tractor beam. Resisting arrest, evasion, and several other charges can and will be added to the already impressive indictment you have going."

Elaine looked on in shock; "What's going on?" she asked.

"They're arresting some princess", The admiral replied

"Arresting a foreign diplomat? Seems like a sure way to invoke a war", Elaine replied.

Outside the room the two Marines also watched on internal TV screens that were scattered about the hallway with their Solari counterparts, shocked at the Solari display

OOC: MM, I am sick and tired of your attempts to get a rise out of me.

So, here's the deal. Your puppet nation of TSL is now joining you on my perma-ignore list.

Welcome to the world of the ignore, TSL.

OOC: Took you long enough to figure it out. The rest of the GFFA knew for HOW long NE? Or Abh?

(OOC: Gonna take a little liberty here and describe your general a bit if I get him not how you want then your free to ignore, but its how I picture him from his mannerisms)

The TV feed in the room changed to what appeared to be the Solari docking bay where a foreign delicate was being accosted by several Solari soldiers, a rather stout man in a green generals uniform was shouting rather loudly. Admiral Hague and Lyle Drake turned around to watch the diabolical unfold on TV

"Wrong. That is a privately owned yacht, you do not yet have diplomatic immunity with us, it was extended as a courtesy, it has since been revoked. As of this point you are trespassing on Solarin Government property. You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent, anything you do say can and will be used against you, you have the right to acquire any attorney you can get to take your case. You've got money; we don't need to provide one for you"

Elaine stepped out of the shower dressed in only a towel to catch the tail end of the speech from the General

"Now, your ship is tractored to the landing pad, and if you manage to get off, your vessel will be crippled and you will be returned safely to the ground via the tractor beam. Resisting arrest, evasion, and several other charges can and will be added to the already impressive indictment you have going."

Elaine looked on in shock; "What's going on?" she asked.

"They're arresting some princess", The admiral replied

"Arresting a foreign diplomat? Seems like a sure way to invoke a war", Elaine replied.

Outside the room the two Marines also watched on internal TV screens that were scattered about the hallway with their Solari counterparts, shocked at the Solari display

"Well, that is rather unfortunate. I wish they'd been smart enough to just LEAVE like he asked them to. Now there will almost be some sort of incident as a result. I am rather sorry that you had to see that." Krindi sounded genuinely apologetic as he spoke to the Animarnian Marines.

Sildara d' Kestal ordered her Phoenix to end reception mode. It had alerted her to the projection of the same signal going out on many channels, and she had stopped to watch.

She then watched the SeaQuestian delegation leave, that process not aided by the Solarin tractor beams.

"The Solari made a bold move there. SeaQuest is a much larger nation," her attendant commented as she put some final touches on the costume.

"Bold?" the Envoy intoned, "Perhaps. But even had it been so small and fragile when first it reached out, Kaymiril would not have accepted such rudeness from a delegate. Any decent guest knows to obey the laws of the country, province, town or home they find themselves in. If it applies to a Valsharess, surely it also applies to a mere Princess. And we, having been granted diplomatic immunity to cover for the knowledge we lack of their culture, should not fail to remain polite while here, to hosts and other guests. Apparently SeaQuest could not handle common courtesy...and could not see beyond their pride. The Solarin League is young and brash, and in need of guidance, but they are young and have time to correct themselves."

ooc: I'll just assume that he left. Let's all go like that, so we don't screw up too much of the RP.

IC: "I'll take my chances. I've been through far worse in my lifetime, a little crossfire isn't too new." He tapped his arm knowingly. Had he not been wearing sleeves, a massive scar would have been visable.

ooc: I'll just assume that he left. Let's all go like that, so we don't screw up too much of the RP.

IC: "I'll take my chances. I've been through far worse in my lifetime, a little crossfire isn't too new." He tapped his arm knowingly. Had he not been wearing sleeves, a massive scar would have been visable.

OOC: That was the plan my friend. On with the decent RP! Also, why you no on AIM/MSN?

IC:

"Alright then. Sargeant Julian will escort you to your vessel and then to your room."

Sildara d' Kestal ordered her Phoenix to end reception mode. It had alerted her to the projection of the same signal going out on many channels, and she had stopped to watch.

She then watched the SeaQuestian delegation leave, that process not aided by the Solarin tractor beams.

"The Solari made a bold move there. SeaQuest is a much larger nation," her attendant commented as she put some final touches on the costume.

"Bold?" the Envoy intoned, "Perhaps. But even had it been so small and fragile when first it reached out, Kaymiril would not have accepted such rudeness from a delegate. Any decent guest knows to obey the laws of the country, province, town or home they find themselves in. If it applies to a Valsharess, surely it also applies to a mere Princess. And we, having been granted diplomatic immunity to cover for the knowledge we lack of their culture, should not fail to remain polite while here, to hosts and other guests. Apparently SeaQuest could not handle common courtesy...and could not see beyond their pride. The Solarin League is young and brash, and in need of guidance, but they are young and have time to correct themselves."

The Mardukans arrived at the doors at the tail end of the encounter. "I am Rastar Komas Ta Norton, my cousing Honal and I have been assigned to guard your mistress. I am rather sorry that you had to see that, but it was rather necessary. They would not abide by the laws and directives set before them, so they had to go. I hope that you and she understand the necessity of this action, as I'm afraid this will damage our relations with several of the present nations.

The three delegates watched the Sequestian transport lift off and leave a rather interesting development as the TV feed changed back to normal. It was a simple truth that delegates were expected to comply with the laws of the land, the old saying 'when in Rome' seemed to sum it up best. The only exception was of course an embassy, which was always treated as home soil.

The Two Marines nodded to there counterparts in part agreement. "Army's a broadsword not a scalpel" Draga said; "as Soldiers, make poor diplomats" he added noting the generals rather hostile attitude though in principle the Sequestians could have backed down and just enjoyed the masquerade.

(OOC: I'll follow NE's lead, assume he left)

The two Kaymirilian guards had been standing outside the door, and they watched as the Mardukans approached.

The one on the left spoke first.

"I am Venta harl-Kestal and this is my twin brother Exir. While your nations relations with ours rests in the hands of our mistress and your diplomats, until such time as a decision is reached, your presence is welcome here."

The three delegates watched the Sequestian transport lift off and leave a rather interesting development as the TV feed changed back to normal. It was a simple truth that delegates were expected to comply with the laws of the land, the old saying 'when in Rome' seemed to sum it up best. The only exception was of course an embassy, which was always treated as home soil.

The Two Marines nodded to there counterparts in part agreement. "Army's a broadsword not a scalpel" Draga said; "as Soldiers, make poor diplomats" he added noting the generals rather hostile attitude though in principle the Sequestians could have backed down and just enjoyed the masquerade.

(OOC: I'll follow NE's lead, assume he left)

OOC: I think that's best right now...

IC:

"He usually reacts pretty well, until someone starts getting to be what he sees as hostile. Then he has a tendency to react like a militarily minded person, and try to eliminiate the threat. I'm surprised he didn't simply order a summary execution on the spot."

The two Kaymirilian guards had been standing outside the door, and they watched as the Mardukans approached.

The one on the left spoke first.

"I am Venta harl-Kestal and this is my twin brother Exir. While your nations relations with ours rests in the hands of our mistress and your diplomats, until such time as a decision is reached, your presence is welcome here."

"Thank you. It is our duty to guard you and your mistress. I can say with some honesty that this will be a better assignment than whoever would have been forced to deal with THEM. How would your leaders have reacted to a confrontation like that?"

"Thank you. It is our duty to guard you and your mistress. I can say with some honesty that this will be a better assignment than whoever would have been forced to deal with THEM. How would your leaders have reacted to a confrontation like that?"
"Our leaders are more polite than that in a first contact situation. Likely, the worst any of our ruling class would have done was demanded an explanation for why they were fired at, or have apologized after the answer had been given. confrontation...there would have been none. Although should you speak of the tense moments with the Chronosians...our diplomats do not offend without reason."

"Our leaders are more polite than that in a first contact situation. Likely, the worst any of our ruling class would have done was demanded an explanation for why they were fired at, or have apologized after the answer had been given. confrontation...there would have been none. Although should you speak of the tense moments with the Chronosians...our diplomats do not offend without reason."

"I was wondering how they would have handled the situation from our end. Though you are correct about the incident with the Chronosians, it should not have happened in the first place. I was once a prince of my land, the League of the Vashin, and prince of the capitol city of Therdan. Even when our relations with other city-states were at their worst, we did not behave so badly as that, nor did they."

OOC: That was the plan my friend. On with the decent RP! Also, why you no on AIM/MSN?

IC:

"Alright then. Sargeant Julian will escort you to your vessel and then to your room."
ooc: #nationstates
IC:

"Excellent. I'll follow your lead." Luke Hodges followed just to the left and two steps back from the Sergeant, a traditional sign of respect in the Inferno. One always walked thusly in the presence of one's superiors, and it was common sense that anyone with a gun while you had none was your superior.

"I was wondering how they would have handled the situation from our end. Though you are correct about the incident with the Chronosians, it should not have happened in the first place. I was once a prince of my land, the League of the Vashin, and prince of the capitol city of Therdan. Even when our relations with other city-states were at their worst, we did not behave so badly as that, nor did they."
"A spoiled princess makes a poor diplomat and a worse ruler."

It explained all of the training the Maril princesses went through. Maril princesses...the Qu'essans...were trained to be Valsharesses from a young age, learning how to speak, negotiate, fight, wage war, and other aspects of ruling, as well as having a foundation in various magick styles, as well as combat.

Rumor said that was only the half of it, but no one could confirm that but those who would not speak.

ooc: #nationstates
IC:

"Excellent. I'll follow your lead." Luke Hodges followed just to the left and two steps back from the Sergeant, a traditional sign of respect in the Inferno. One always walked thusly in the presence of one's superiors, and it was common sense that anyone with a gun while you had none was your superior.


The Marine led him swiftly back towards the landing pads, and directly to the Inferno Vessel. "Here you are sir. I'll let you get whatever you forgot, and take you back to your suite when you're done."

The two Marines couldn't help but smirk at the implication and nod; "Old Animarnia Army Principle - you want to get a nail into a piece of wood, you hit it with the biggest fraking hammer you can find" Baracus said with a slight grin and nod of the head. "I somehow think our governments will get on just fine", making a reference to the earlier 'overkill' discussion in terms of weaponry.

Elaine looked over at Hague; who seemed to shake his head disapprovingly; "Pretty bold of them to toss the Seaquest off their planet like that" he said.

"Bold? Outright insane maybe, the Seaquest could toast this entire planet to a cinder if they really wanted to" Elaine said in reply. In actuality they had never met anyone from Seaquest but had heard many rumours in the trade lanes about them.

Lyle Drake picked up a digital pad and looked over the guest list it was actually quite impressive. There were several large nations in attendance. It would do good to increase Animarnia's reputation in the international community as a whole and maybe acquire something to take home for the war effort.

Elaine looked at the two statues on the windowsill one of a woman holding two balls of fire cast in bronze looking like she was about to unleash hell upon some poor soul. The other was of a man cast in silver holding two blue spheres that seemed to radiate light. "Fire and water" she muttered.

"A spoiled princess makes a poor diplomat and a worse ruler."

It explained all of the training the Maril princesses went through. Maril princesses...the Qu'essans...were trained to be Valsharesses from a young age, learning how to speak, negotiate, fight, wage war, and other aspects of ruling, as well as having a foundation in various magick styles, as well as combat.

Rumor said that was only the half of it, but no one could confirm that but those who would not speak.

"You will find no spoiled princes among the Vashin, nor among the Solari. Every President must be a warrior, a negotiator, arbiter, and many other things before WE deem him fit to rule us. After that he must be accepted by his own people."

The two Marines couldn't help but smirk at the implication and nod; "Old Animarnia Army Principle - you want to get a nail into a piece of wood, you hit it with the biggest fraking hammer you can find" Baracus said with a slight grin and nod of the head. "I somehow think our governments will get on just fine", making a reference to the earlier 'overkill' discussion in terms of weaponry.

Elaine looked over at Hague; who seemed to shake his head disapprovingly; "Pretty bold of them to toss the Seaquest off their planet like that" he said.

"Bold? Outright insane maybe, the Seaquest could toast this entire planet to a cinder if they really wanted to" Elaine said in reply. In actuality they had never met anyone from Seaquest but had heard many rumours in the trade lanes about them.

Lyle Drake picked up a digital pad and looked over the guest list it was actually quite impressive. There were several large nations in attendance. It would do good to increase Animarnia's reputation in the international community as a whole and maybe acquire something to take home for the war effort.

Elaine looked at the two statues on the windowsill one of a woman holding two balls of fire cast in bronze looking like she was about to unleash hell upon some poor soul. The other was of a man cast in silver holding two blue spheres that seemed to radiate light. "Fire and water" she muttered.

"You wanna get a nail into a board and you get a nailgun, pereferably one with a higher caliber and longer range than the one your competitor is making."

OOC: I hadn't actually described my gods yet, but I'm gonna keep those descriptions.

I'm too lazy to keep deleting posts... We all know MM and TSL are the same, but I'll try to keep the confusion limited.

"You will find no spoiled princes among the Vashin, nor among the Solari. Every President must be a warrior, a negotiator, arbiter, and many other things before WE deem him fit to rule us. After that he must be accepted by his own people."
"The Marils have been our Valsharesses since the founding of our nation. The Kestals and Drastera have always been trusted by them, and there are other noble Houses that come and go as each in succession commits some new treachery. No Qu'essan is garunteed to become Valsharess...but based on history, the line won't die out any time soon."

"The Marils have been our Valsharesses since the founding of our nation. The Kestals and Drastera have always been trusted by them, and there are other noble Houses that come and go as each in succession commits some new treachery. No Qu'essan is garunteed to become Valsharess...but based on history, the line won't die out any time soon."

"The president has always come from the same bloodline, but he has not always been accepted by all the people of the League, several of them have been deposed by the Vashin for being ineffective and unhelpful in redressing our grievances. We are one of the most powerful forces in the League, and ANY President needs to pass muster with us. It may not be official policy, but it is understood. Does your military, or any minority within your nation possess that type of power?"

"The president has always come from the same bloodline, but he has not always been accepted by all the people of the League, several of them have been deposed by the Vashin for being ineffective and unhelpful in redressing our grievances. We are one of the most powerful forces in the League, and ANY President needs to pass muster with us. It may not be official policy, but it is understood. Does your military, or any minority within your nation possess that type of power?"
"No. And if any House managed to over throw the Valsharess, there would be centuries of Civil War in Kaymiril as each side battled to become the one in command. The military supports the Valsharess...anyone who knows anything can look back and see the skill the Marils have at what they do. But we are not a medley of races in Kaymiril...which would most likely make a difference in any culture."

"No. And if any House managed to over throw the Valsharess, there would be centuries of Civil War in Kaymiril as each side battled to become the one in command. The military supports the Valsharess...anyone who knows anything can look back and see the skill the Marils have at what they do. But we are not a medley of races in Kaymiril...which would most likely make a difference in any culture."

"I see. We are a smaller popuation than the Solari, but we make up more than 70 percent of the military. We were the ones that crewed Mirandas Cruiser when she opposed the Dagger Lords, and my family has loyally served every worthy president since." The Mardukan trailed off, unsure how to communicate the debt owed by the Mardukans to the Solari, and Miranda MacClintock in particular.

(OOC: Yeah I know... sorry about describing your gods for you, glad you like the descriptions though)

"So tell me more about this planet, just a brief summery, its good to get to know your hosts" Baracus said with a grin at the previous comment; "I keep seeing references to fire gods?"

Elaine looked at the two statues curiously they were rather interesting to her and she still had to come up with a costume. Animarnia had many gods; they had gods for every occasion. She wondered how many of those were represented by these two statues.

"I see. We are a smaller popuation than the Solari, but we make up more than 70 percent of the military. We were the ones that crewed Mirandas Cruiser when she opposed the Dagger Lords, and my family has loyally served every worthy president since." The Mardukan trailed off, unsure how to communicate the debt owed by the Mardukans to the Solari, and Miranda MacClintock in particular.
"And now you begin to make sense. I did not understand how a prince could become a bodyguard. My family and two others have guarded and served the Kestal House for generations, thus we are harl-Kestal. It is our sister in there attending l' Jalil d' Kestal at this very moment."

(OOC: Yeah I know... sorry about describing your gods for you, glad you like the descriptions though)

"So tell me more about this planet, just a brief summery, its good to get to know your hosts" Baracus said with a grin at the previous comment; "I keep seeing references to fire gods?"

Elaine looked at the two statues curiously they were rather interesting to her and she still had to come up with a costume. Animarnia had many gods; they had gods for every occasion. She wondered how many of those were represented by these two statues.

"That is Vkandis Sunlord, God of Life and Fires. His chief priest is the Son of the Sun. You likely missed the Lord of Waters in the references. The God of Diaspra and the Vashin is the Lord of Waters, while Vkandis, in all his forms, is the God of the Solari. It is not uncommon to see both races worship either God though, for there is no one true way. I'm sure that you will meet the Son of the Sun and all of the other highest ranking priests at the Masque."

"And now you begin to make sense. I did not understand how a prince could become a bodyguard. My family and two others have guarded and served the Kestal House for generations, thus we are harl-Kestal. It is our sister in there attending l' Jalil d' Kestal at this very moment."

"We owe them much. Upon the wall of my room is the sword once borne by my greatfather as he faced the Boman horde, hewing a road to life and freedom for our people, riding over the bodies of his fallen brothers. We survived the fall of Therdan, and Sheffan, to which my cousin Honal would now be heir if it still stood. Each time my greatfather gathered men to him and broke the ranks of the Boman, scattering them like leaves, but if he had not met with Miranda MacClintock they would have starved to death in the highlands. It has been 5 generations since his time, and always has our loyalty been to those that saved us in our time of desperation. Miranda and her few followers needed warriors, and we were the best in the land, though relatively few in number. The only reason Miranda defeated them is because WE boarded the Dagger Lords Flgaship, taking losses all the while, and finally destroying the crew and turning its guns against the enemy fleet. For the lives she saved we are forever indebted to her family."

"We owe them much. Upon the wall of my room is the sword once borne by my greatfather as he faced the Boman horde, hewing a road to life and freedom for our people, riding over the bodies of his fallen brothers. We survived the fall of Therdan, and Sheffan, to which my cousin Honal would now be heir if it still stood. Each time my greatfather gathered men to him and broke the ranks of the Boman, scattering them like leaves, but if he had not met with Miranda MacClintock they would have starved to death in the highlands. It has been 5 generations since his time, and always has our loyalty been to those that saved us in our time of desperation. Miranda and her few followers needed warriors, and we were the best in the land, though relatively few in number. The only reason Miranda defeated them is because WE boarded the Dagger Lords Flgaship, taking losses all the while, and finally destroying the crew and turning its guns against the enemy fleet. For the lives she saved we are forever indebted to her family."
For the first time, Exir spoke. While his brother's voice was powerful and rich, his was quiet and dry.

"It is the same with our people and our leaders. There were six people instrumental in the founding of our nation...in our liberation from the UnderDark. Four male, two female...Haldosir and Rildorath, servants of a long-forgotten House in the Underdark, Nervim, an orphaned mage, Va'tir d' Roesor, Selti d' Phlith, and their leader and organizer of their armies and utilizer of their abilities Kaymiril d' Brateris. The first three are looked to as heroes among our armed and magickal forces, and we strive to follow their example in loyalty to our commanders, each other, and our Valsharess. The latter three are the founders of the Houses Kestal, Drastera, and Maril, respectively."

For the first time, Exir spoke. While his brother's voice was powerful and rich, his was quiet and dry.

"It is the same with our people and our leaders. There were six people instrumental in the founding of our nation...in our liberation from the UnderDark. Four male, two female...Haldosir and Rildorath, servants of a long-forgotten House in the Underdark, Nervim, an orphaned mage, Va'tir d' Roesor, Selti d' Phlith, and their leader and organizer of their armies and utilizer of their abilities Kaymiril d' Brateris. The first three are looked to as heroes among our armed and magickal forces, and we strive to follow their example in loyalty to our commanders, each other, and our Valsharess. The latter three are the founders of the Houses Kestal, Drastera, and Maril, respectively."

"The founder of your mistress' house is a national hero. It is indeed similar to our people. The men who died freeing this world are comemorated in a monument on the ruins of Therdan. I believe that is actually a stop on the tour after the Masquerade."

"The founder of your mistress' house is a national hero. It is indeed similar to our people. The men who died freeing this world are comemorated in a monument on the ruins of Therdan. I believe that is actually a stop on the tour after the Masquerade."
"Excellent. How better to know the values of your present than to be familiar with the heroes and customs of your past?"

"Excellent. How better to know the values of your present than to be familiar with the heroes and customs of your past?"

"There are many lessons taught us in schools. The first was the greatest mistake of all nations, forgetting their roots and what made them as they are. We live our history every day. It is all around us, the monuments, the memorials, the Palace and Imperial City itself. It all reminds us who we are and where we came from. Laws change, rulers pass, and soldiers grow old, or die, but history lives on. Nothing will change what has happened, nothing can change the deeds of our forefathers, and nothing can ake from their glory in death. I think that many of the delegations here will enjoy the rich history of this world."

"There are many lessons taught us in schools. The first was the greatest mistake of all nations, forgetting their roots and what made them as they are. We live our history every day. It is all around us, the monuments, the memorials, the Palace and Imperial City itself. It all reminds us who we are and where we came from. Laws change, rulers pass, and soldiers grow old, or die, but history lives on. Nothing will change what has happened, nothing can change the deeds of our forefathers, and nothing can ake from their glory in death. I think that many of the delegations here will enjoy the rich history of this world."
"And I think your people would like the history of ours. We lack much in stauary, but in artistry and architecture, as well as daily life, we live our traditions as well...and you are reaching out before you stagnate, which is good. Had it not been for the current Valsharess and her policies, we would be a stagnant culture, and ready for revolution and change in another generation or so."

Sorry to go OOC.. but is there still room to join in here?

The Marine led him swiftly back towards the landing pads, and directly to the Inferno Vessel. "Here you are sir. I'll let you get whatever you forgot, and take you back to your suite when you're done."

The diplomat pressed his palm just below the ship's crest, and the entire panel slid upwards to reveal a modest cargo bay. He grabbed a small suitcase and what appeared to be a camera bag. Just visable in the corner were two cases marked 'Warning, Ultra-High Explosive! Do Not Use Without Proper Training!' and several nasty looking laser-carbines.

He quickly slid the panel back into place, locking it with an odd twist. "Now, to the room, shall we?"

"And I think your people would like the history of ours. We lack much in stauary, but in artistry and architecture, as well as daily life, we live our traditions as well...and you are reaching out before you stagnate, which is good. Had it not been for the current Valsharess and her policies, we would be a stagnant culture, and ready for revolution and change in another generation or so."

"Physical monuments aid the memory, keeping the events real in imagery. Stone, bronze, iron and steel are the memory of a nation, keeping alive everything that has happened. And to be truthful stagnation is not a risk for quite some time I hope. Science is still a vibrant study, and many advances are still occurring."

Sorry to go OOC.. but is there still room to join in here?

OOC: Quite alright. Hop on in.

The diplomat pressed his palm just below the ship's crest, and the entire panel slid upwards to reveal a modest cargo bay. He grabbed a small suitcase and what appeared to be a camera bag. Just visable in the corner were two cases marked 'Warning, Ultra-High Explosive! Do Not Use Without Proper Training!' and several nasty looking laser-carbines.

He quickly slid the panel back into place, locking it with an odd twist. "Now, to the room, shall we?"

The Marine was not worried about whatever he had pulled out. If they were weapons or explosives they would be detected by the sensors at the gates. "Alright. Try and remembver the route. You'll be just down the corridor from the delegate you were visiting with earlier."

"Physical monuments aid the memory, keeping the events real in imagery. Stone, bronze, iron and steel are the memory of a nation, keeping alive everything that has happened. And to be truthful stagnation is not a risk for quite some time I hope. Science is still a vibrant study, and many advances are still occurring."
"Good to hear. We had many advances too, when we were a smaller nation. But with tradition comes complacency, and in our magick and what technology we had, most of us grew complacent. Personally, though, I believe we were on the border of a scientific revolution...before the Qu'ess was killed."

"Good to hear. We had many advances too, when we were a smaller nation. But with tradition comes complacency, and in our magick and what technology we had, most of us grew complacent. Personally, though, I believe we were on the border of a scientific revolution...before the Qu'ess was killed."

"Murder? Not uncommon in the League, but avoided if at all possible. We need to continue advancing to survive in the days to come I am sure, how long we last in the war-torn times we seem to be living in I do not know though."

"Murder? Not uncommon in the League, but avoided if at all possible. We need to continue advancing to survive in the days to come I am sure, how long we last in the war-torn times we seem to be living in I do not know though."
"Not murder. Our Qu'ess died a hero, in combat. He traded his life...one life...for that of thousands. With him died the hope of the revitalization of science and engineering...but his sister began moving Kaymiril away from isolationism and more into the universe, as now your nation begins to do."

Exir's brother broke back in.

"The long and the short of getting out into the universe was that we had to adapt ourselves to keep up with not only our friends, but also with any potential enemies."

"Not murder. Our Qu'ess died a hero, in combat. He traded his life...one life...for that of thousands. With him died the hope of the revitalization of science and engineering...but his sister began moving Kaymiril away from isolationism and more into the universe, as now your nation begins to do."

Exir's brother broke back in.

"The long and the short of getting out into the universe was that we had to adapt ourselves to keep up with not only our friends, but also with any potential enemies."

"That seems most reasonable. We are only emerging now because we can fford to, until now we simply did not have the money to get out of the system on a regular basis."

The Marine was not worried about whatever he had pulled out. If they were weapons or explosives they would be detected by the sensors at the gates. "Alright. Try and remembver the route. You'll be just down the corridor from the delegate you were visiting with earlier."

"Excellent." He followed the marine down the corridors, his sunglasses recording the route for a second time. It was always best to go over the route twice to make sure you didn't miss anything. Plus he wanted to have his clothes with him.

"That seems most reasonable. We are only emerging now because we can fford to, until now we simply did not have the money to get out of the system on a regular basis."
"That too is reasonable."

"Excellent." He followed the marine down the corridors, his sunglasses recording the route for a second time. It was always best to go over the route twice to make sure you didn't miss anything. Plus he wanted to have his clothes with him.

The Marine leads him to his room, and the two Mardukans standing outside his door. "This is your room, I'm sure you can find the other delegation from here, as it is the only other room on this hall with Guards."

"Thanks! I see her room." Meh... took the long way to get here it looks. Luke entered his room and tossed everything on the bed. He stuck his head out and queried the guards.

"How are meals and other things handled here? And is there anything on the agenda until the party?"