NationStates Jolt Archive

"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?"

"In your room you will find a wall terminal with a very simple display, use the touchscreen to order something that looks palatable. I might suggest the suckling Atul, or the roast Basik. As for the agenda before the party, there will be tours of the major historic sites of the League in the next 3 days, as well as opportunities to establish ambassadorial relations, and time to converse amongst yourselves. There will also be a trip to the city to get costumes for those delegates that lack them."

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."

"And it is an honor to meet you. I was worried that I would have been thrown into a cage with boring politicians with nothing to do but lie to each other with petty boasts of greatness. It does me good to see that there are at least equals who are present here today so I am honored to be in good company. It has come to my attention that you recently had problems with pirates. Tell me, has the situation been resolved?"

President Harris was permitted out onto the landing pads just moments after the debacle was cleared up. If the fools couldn't follow their laws, they didn't deserve to stay.

"Well General, I can see why you called me out here. Tell me, Admiral I believe it was, if you would, how did you come by that Treecat?"

President Harris was permitted out onto the landing pads just moments after the debacle was cleared up. If the fools couldn't follow their laws, they didn't deserve to stay.

"Well General, I can see why you called me out here. Tell me, Admiral I believe it was, if you would, how did you come by that Treecat?"

"I could ask you the same thing, but I would prefer to know your name, rank, and the proper manner in which to address you first. I am Admiral Honor Stephanie Harrington, commander of the Miehmish 8th Fleet, and Steadholder Harrington. You may address me as you choose. All Nimitz is telling me, and all that I am sensing is a great deal of confusion. So tell me sir, before this conversation continues, who are you?"

"I could ask you the same thing, but I would prefer to know your name, rank, and the proper manner in which to address you first. I am Admiral Honor Stephanie Harrington, commander of the Miehmish 8th Fleet, and Steadholder Harrington. You may address me as you choose. All Nimitz is telling me, and all that I am sensing is a great deal of confusion. So tell me sir, before this conversation continues, who are you?"

"I am president Harris, you can call me Mr. President, Mr. Harris, or just about any other form of address that seems appropriate to you Admiral. Now, it's obvious to me that there are differences between our friends here, for one thing Samantha is certainly larger than your Nimitz. Now, can you tell me where you got him, or where he got you?"

"And it is an honor to meet you. I was worried that I would have been thrown into a cage with boring politicians with nothing to do but lie to each other with petty boasts of greatness. It does me good to see that there are at least equals who are present here today so I am honored to be in good company. It has come to my attention that you recently had problems with pirates. Tell me, has the situation been resolved?"

"Heh. That is usually how these diplomatic missions go, indeed. Judging by the incident on the landing pad earlier, however, I believe this meeting will be far from boring.... As for the pirate situation, it has indeed been resolved. I only wish there had been more of them however... We are desperately short on "foreign" labour..."

The Balroggan Emperor was led towards the gues quarters, the Mardukans were already waiting outside his door when they arrived. If he wanted to go out and visit the other diplomats one of them would accompany him the entire way, not because they didn't trust him, but because keeping the delegates safe was in the hands of the Solari, any dead delegate was a smear on their honor, and the honor of the Vashin as well.

"A pity. It seems we hold different ideas on how to handle pirates though I do see the usefulness of your idea. I must convey such an idea to the his highness, but I'm afraid that will cause many new recruits to miss out on their fun and enjoyment. Such lesser individuals do pose good target practice. But if you still lack proper foreign labor, perhaps we can find some lesser colony of sorts. This universe is full of those with large egos but small might to back it up. It won't be long before the flames of war are rekindled and both of our problems can be solved."

"In your room you will find a wall terminal with a very simple display, use the touchscreen to order something that looks palatable. I might suggest the suckling Atul, or the roast Basik. As for the agenda before the party, there will be tours of the major historic sites of the League in the next 3 days, as well as opportunities to establish ambassadorial relations, and time to converse amongst yourselves. There will also be a trip to the city to get costumes for those delegates that lack them."

"Excellent. Thank you very much!" Luke shut the door. Man, it would suck to have that job... babysitting delegates like me. He unpacked as much as he normally did and hit the bed. No Endorse jump drives were very rough on the system, and he really needed the rest.

"Excellent. Thank you very much!" Luke shut the door. Man, it would suck to have that job... babysitting delegates like me. He unpacked as much as he normally did and hit the bed. No Endorse jump drives were very rough on the system, and he really needed the rest.

"What ever happened to looking around BEFORE asking questions?"

"I don't know. At least he was polite about it."

"I am president Harris, you can call me Mr. President, Mr. Harris, or just about any other form of address that seems appropriate to you Admiral. Now, it's obvious to me that there are differences between our friends here, for one thing Samantha is certainly larger than your Nimitz. Now, can you tell me where you got him, or where he got you?"

"He picked me up on Sphinx, just like any other 'cat is prone to do. My question is how you got a population of them to survive here, since we have no records of this place even existing, and no contact with you in the past."

"He picked me up on Sphinx, just like any other 'cat is prone to do. My question is how you got a population of them to survive here, since we have no records of this place even existing, and no contact with you in the past."

"We haven't got any records from before landing either. They were all destroyed when we landed. There was a systems failure, but we DO have the ship the colonists arrived in. It's part of tomorrows "early history of the League" tour for all of the Delegates."

"We haven't got any records from before landing either. They were all destroyed when we landed. There was a systems failure, but we DO have the ship the colonists arrived in. It's part of tomorrows "early history of the League" tour for all of the Delegates."

"Then I guess I will have to wait. I am getting the feeling that this may prove interesting. If my suspicions are right I may have to make a VERY long after action report after this one. Since we know this is going to be settled tomorrow, could I possibly be shown to my suite, those landings are not the most fun way to do anything."

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That is acceptable.

OOC: This is getting dead, so we're going to accelerate things a bit.

IC:

A short call went out on the speakers and comms in each of the rooms, and at each intersection:

All those wishing to go on the first tour, important sites of the Solarin Leagues history, should please head in the direction of the landing pads at this time. The shuttle willleave in one quarter cycle.

Lt. Yenke made his way to the tour spot, and waited.

Envoy Sildara looked at her attendant, and tilted her head.

"Let's go."

"Apologies, but I feel somewhat ill after the trip and wish to remain here to finish unpacking and readying your costume, with your permission."

She nodded. "Granted. I'll leave one of your brothers here with you."

She left, taking Venta with her to the landing pad.

All those wishing to go on the first tour, important sites of the Solarin Leagues history, should please head in the direction of the landing pads at this time. The shuttle willleave in one quarter cycle.

Luke Hodges was in the bathroom shaving as the message rang out. "CRAP!" The razor bit into the skin ever so slightly. "Gods! That's loud!" He dialed down the volume, finished shaving, and placed a small drop of syntheskin on the wound, sealing it immediatly.

He got dressed and was downstairs within five standard. As he was walking towards the pad, he thought he saw a familiar face in the Kaymirilian delegate. "Umm, hello Miss. I do believe we've met before. Snake Eaters, correct? The arm healed quite nicely."

The New Realm will be sending a representative to the Solarin League, if you so permit. Please transmit co-ordinates, if you wish for us to come.

The transmission was a small one, as tight-beam transmissions, that were sent across galaxies, were fast, but they could contain a very small amount of data. As soon as it reached the required location, the transmission would split into several types of slower, more easily detectable messages.

Nhur-Galladu hovered in a meditative trance when the message came over the intercom. He lowered to the floor and stood up.

“Hmmm, this might be interesting.”

He walked to the door, activated the command to open, and stepped out into the hall. The guards were outside the door standing at attention. He knew before the door opened they were relaxed but he let them have the illusion that none were wise to the ways of the military.

Nhur-Galladu started walking down the hall towards the landing pads, heavily leaning upon his staff as he walked.

Luke Hodges was in the bathroom shaving as the message rang out. "CRAP!" The razor bit into the skin ever so slightly. "Gods! That's loud!" He dialed down the volume, finished shaving, and placed a small drop of syntheskin on the wound, sealing it immediatly.

He got dressed and was downstairs within five standard. As he was walking towards the pad, he thought he saw a familiar face in the Kaymirilian delegate. "Umm, hello Miss. I do believe we've met before. Snake Eaters, correct? The arm healed quite nicely."
Sildara looked at the human, mildly confused.

"I have not had the privelege of travelling to Snake Eaters, for neither business nor pleasure, nor can I say that I have before met a representative of a country that carries your accent."

Why would he mistake her for someone he...wait...

"Perhaps you recall my younger sister, Talraena, who accompanied our cousin the Valsharess to Snake Eaters at that time, en route to Gronde. I am Sildara d' Kestal, Kaymirilian representative here, my first official trip outside of the boundaries of my nation."

The Admiral walked up to the Kaymirilian and Inferno delegates. "Old allies, and old foes. This ought to be an interesting tour. If my suspicions are right, it may be TOO interesting."

The President, as well as several high ranking members of the government were waiting for more delegates to arrive. They wanted as many people as possible to see the glorious history of their small nation.

The Admiral walked up to the Kaymirilian and Inferno delegates. "Old allies, and old foes. This ought to be an interesting tour. If my suspicions are right, it may be TOO interesting."
"So long as everyone minds their manners...and their tongues...it should go well. After all...this is not a breeding ground for malice."

"So long as everyone minds their manners...and their tongues...it should go well. After all...this is not a breeding ground for malice."

"Indeed. We are all friends here. Kaymiril has long been our ally, at least in name. No Endorse has been our ally even longer, since the days of the Federation. I think that we are mostly among friends here. At least that debacle is done with. WHAT they were thinking I will never know..."

OOC: EDIT: Shut up, I know. I told you I'd TRY and avoid confusion. React to the characters and the content please, not the nation.

"Indeed. We are all friends here. Kaymiril has long been our ally, at least in name. No Endorse has been our ally even longer, since the days of the Federation. I think that we are mostly among friends here. At least that debacle is done with. WHAT they were thinking I will never know..."

OOC: EDIT: Shut up, I know. I told you I'd TRY and avoid confusion. React to the characters and the content please, not the nation.
"Better nominal allies than active enemies. I really feel little threat here. Sildara d' Kestal, by the way."

"Better nominal allies than active enemies. I really feel little threat here. Sildara d' Kestal, by the way."

"Indeed. I feel more safe here than I would in many similar places. Those guards of theirs seem to be a dangerous enough sort, anything trying to get to one of us would likely meet some heavy opposition. Admiral Honor Stephanie Harrington, Steadholder Harrington. Very nice to meet you. THIS is Nimitz." She points at the sleek cream and grey treecat on her left shoulder.

-snip snippity snip snip-

He bowed a little. "I apologize, I must have mistaken you for your sister. It indeed a small universe though. It is an honor to meet another Miss Kestal, and I trust your sister is doing well. I am Luke Hodges, Galactic Inferno of No Endorse. Did your sister mention a delegate with an injured arm and a half-destroyed ship?"

No Endorse has been our ally even longer, since the days of the Federation.
"We have indeed been allies since the Federation, and then during the Empire. We do not forget the bonds of brotherhood easily. Once an ally, always an ally, unless we are forced otherwise."

He bowed a little. "I apologize, I must have mistaken you for your sister. It indeed a small universe though. It is an honor to meet another Miss Kestal, and I trust your sister is doing well. I am Luke Hodges, Galactic Inferno of No Endorse. Did your sister mention a delegate with an injured arm and a half-destroyed ship?"

ooc: @TSL: say what?

OOC: *whacks padawan* Read the OOC Edit next time. It was a mixed up post.

He bowed a little. "I apologize, I must have mistaken you for your sister. It indeed a small universe though. It is an honor to meet another Miss Kestal, and I trust your sister is doing well. I am Luke Hodges, Galactic Inferno of No Endorse. Did your sister mention a delegate with an injured arm and a half-destroyed ship?"


"We have indeed been allies since the Federation, and then during the Empire. We do not forget the bonds of brotherhood easily. Once an ally, always an ally, unless we are forced otherwise."
"Indeed. I feel more safe here than I would in many similar places. Those guards of theirs seem to be a dangerous enough sort, anything trying to get to one of us would likely meet some heavy opposition. Admiral Honor Stephanie Harrington, Steadholder Harrington. Very nice to meet you. THIS is Nimitz." She points at the sleek cream and grey treecat on her left shoulder.
The Envoy nodded to the Miehmish delegation. "Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro."
She then looked back to Hodges. "My sister is the Ambassador to Gronde. I've spoken to her little since that time, and have not had the pleasure to visit her, and her duties require she remain in Gronde. I am afraid that if my sister knew you there, you did not make enough impression upon her for her to remark upon you the few times we have spoken."

The Envoy nodded to the Miehmish delegation. "Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro."
She then looked back to Hodges. "My sister is the Ambassador to Gronde. I've spoken to her little since that time, and have not had the pleasure to visit her, and her duties require she remain in Gronde. I am afraid that if my sister knew you there, you did not make enough impression upon her for her to remark upon you the few times we have spoken."

"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro."

Admiral Harrington turned to the Inferno Delegate, "Indeed. I have heard recentrly of some policy disagreements within the Federation, should I assume this to be rumor, or are my friends correct?"

Eager to meet more of the delegates, Kunra made his way swiftly towards the landing pad. Once there, instead of mingling directly with the rest of the delegates, however, he instead opted to stay on the edge of the group and observe for the time being. It's easier to take advantage of weaknesses by observing for a time instead of jumping right in, or so he chose to believe.

Nhur-Galladu finally hobbled his way to the landing pad and stood a little off, making sure he got in nobodys way. He wanted to be sure nobody bumped into him.

He watched and listened.

Nhur-Galladu finally hobbled his way to the landing pad and stood a little off, making sure he got in nobodys way. He wanted to be sure nobody bumped into him.

He watched and listened.
Sildara felt what could best be termed as a presence on the outskirts of the group, and turned to look.

Nhur-Galladu...Emperor of Balrogga.

Balrogga had long been allied with Kaymiril, and the Envoy went over to introduce herself, making the partial, arm-spread bow customary to a Kaymirilian meeting someone of greater rank.

"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro, and greetings to you from the Immortal Realm of Kaymiril, Emperor Nhur-Galladu."

She straightened up. "I am Envoy Sildara d' Kestal."

“Knock that off, we are all equal here.”

Nhur-Galladu returned with the customary bow signifying equal status.

“We are all diplomats; birthrights don’t matter here in my eyes. Please address me as a friend, and I will accept that in the stead.”

Nhur-Galladu then greeted her as if she were a dear friend.

-snip-

"Oh well, I was just another face in the crowd, alebit one covered in blood and blatantly defying emisions standards."

Luke turned towards the Miehmish delegate. "Policy? Not that I know of. I haven't done a Federation job for a long time. That was mostly Matthew Hunter, before he decided to start a rebellion. Now it's been shunted to Jessica Tyne I think. Boring as heck, but sharper than a warblade. There were a couple issues I think, but I don't know. They'd tell me if there were."

“Knock that off, we are all equal here.”

Nhur-Galladu returned with the customary bow signifying equal status.

“We are all diplomats; birthrights don’t matter here in my eyes. Please address me as a friend, and I will accept that in the stead.”

Nhur-Galladu then greeted her as if she were a dear friend.
This was an awkward situation for the Kaymirilian diplomat. She'd never been faced with a situation like this.

However, she swallowed her discomfort and accepted this odd and familiar greeting.

After her conversation with the representative from Talaax, Spoor decided to head back to her room and check in with the Emperor. She would wait there for the remainder of the time until the actual meetings began to take place. She would make sure to file a complaint for being sent to...this.

This was an awkward situation for the Kaymirilian diplomat. She'd never been faced with a situation like this.

However, she swallowed her discomfort and accepted this odd and familiar greeting.


"I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. We have a saying in Balrogga. 'An Emperor is only Emperor in his own Empire. Elsewhere he is a Foreign Dignitary.' We all must think of this to cause us know our place."

Nhur-Galladu resumed leaning upon his staff.

“Sarn l' byr, uk zhah galla ulu ragar l' yibinssen wun byrren, drill uk gotfreren ukt ehmtu.”

She gets the mental image of Kunra in her mind.

Yenke remained quiet, truely Nhur-Galladu was a wise man indeed. It would be well of him, he thought, to listen to this strangers words.

"Oh well, I was just another face in the crowd, alebit one covered in blood and blatantly defying emisions standards."

Luke turned towards the Miehmish delegate. "Policy? Not that I know of. I haven't done a Federation job for a long time. That was mostly Matthew Hunter, before he decided to start a rebellion. Now it's been shunted to Jessica Tyne I think. Boring as heck, but sharper than a warblade. There were a couple issues I think, but I don't know. They'd tell me if there were."

"I've heard a few things. I'll take your word for it though, you're still on the inside."

"I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. We have a saying in Balrogga. 'An Emperor is only Emperor in his own Empire. Elsewhere he is a Foreign Dignitary.' We all must think of this to cause us know our place."

Nhur-Galladu resumed leaning upon his staff.

“Sarn l' byr, uk zhah galla ulu ragar l' yibinssen wun byrren, drill uk gotfreren ukt ehmtu.”

She gets the mental image of Kunra in her mind.
She nodded. She had been observing the others representatives, as well.

"Usstan inbal keffal folt. Natha Ilythiiri sil'in vel'uss shlu'ta'naut kyorl xuileb kyorlin uriu lotha kestal d' natha verve dro."

"Well, I think that's everyone, don't you?"

"Looks like it, or at least everyone that'll be coming. Let's get them loaded up. 2 pinnaces please."

"Aye sir, 2 pinnaces."

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE!" The shout was to get their attention, and he continued more quietly, "It looks like everyone is here that's going to be here. We have a pair of pinnaces about to land, so please step back from the pads a bit. The first stop will be the Colony Ship that brought us all here. You may not think that sounds important to our military history, but it is."

Spoor opened the door and headed back out into the sun towards the landing pad. The proper reports had been filed along with a bit of data on the area.

(OOC: Sorry for lateness, I've been sick the last few days, Fluid time on)

The Small group of Delegates heard over the big speaker about the tour; "you up for it sir?" Elaine said simply.

"Always", Admiral Hague replied.

Elaine Quickly got dressed, not caring too much about her nudity in front of the two men, years of working on a star ship in unisex quarters had removed her modesty. When she was dressed in her uniform the two departed leaving Lyle Drake in the room obviously not one for history.

The Two officers opened the door and Drega and Baracus snapped to attention like tree trunks, there boots making an audible click it was an impressive sight.

"We'd like to take the tour, can you give us directions to the landing pad?"

(OOC: Sorry for lateness, I've been sick the last few days, Fluid time on)

The Small group of Delegates heard over the big speaker about the tour; "you up for it sir?" Elaine said simply.

"Always", Admiral Hague replied.

Elaine Quickly got dressed, not caring too much about her nudity in front of the two men, years of working on a star ship in unisex quarters had removed her modesty. When she was dressed in her uniform the two departed leaving Lyle Drake in the room obviously not one for history.

The Two officers opened the door and Drega and Baracus snapped to attention like tree trunks, there boots making an audible click it was an impressive sight.

"We'd like to take the tour, can you give us directions to the landing pad?"

"You oughta be able to make it. Just follow us. Just be aware that you won't have much time to mingle."

As the Mardukans were leading the Animarnians to the Landing Pads, the Pinnaces were screaming down. AG systems and lift fans brought the vessels in at a much smoother rate than the Miehmish vessels of the same name, but the similarities were clear. They might as well have been different model uyears of the same vessel.

These vessels look strikingly familiar... Luke Hodges stepped up one's landing ramp and looked closer. Wierd... I could've sworn... He looked across the pad, spotting the Miehmish shuttle. You're kidding me! They're the bloody same! What in nine hells is going on here?

He shrugged and continued inside, keeping his internal turmoil to himself and choosing the seat in the far back left. Always go for the humblest route when in doubt. What can this mean...?

He watched other delegates file in, noting origins and possible ties.

Spoor was one of the last ones to arrive as she stood in the back of the crowd. She wrapped her cape around the hilt of her command saber and adjusted her tiara one last time as she awaited to enter one of the ships.

These vessels look strikingly familiar... Luke Hodges stepped up one's landing ramp and looked closer. Wierd... I could've sworn... He looked across the pad, spotting the Miehmish shuttle. You're kidding me! They're the bloody same! What in nine hells is going on here?

He shrugged and continued inside, keeping his internal turmoil to himself and choosing the seat in the far back left. Always go for the humblest route when in doubt. What can this mean...?

He watched other delegates file in, noting origins and possible ties.

The Marines on the Pinnace saluted the Inferno Delegate. The pair waited for the rest of the delegates to shuffle onto the transport.

The Animarnia Marines shuffled onto the transport, first Lt Drago, then Elaine and Admiral Hague then Lt Baracus at the rear, as the Delegates each took a window seat, the two Marines sat next to them in the isle seats with Elaine Sat behind the Admiral.

They looked out at the city from the window, it really was beautiful a very sunny planet with lots of sky rises and old Architecture combined an odd combination but one that worked. Elaine watched in fascination as they waited for the shuttle to take off or be approached by other diplomats

Spoor pushed her way up and moved past the guards to get on the shuttle. She found a vaccant seat off to the side and decided to take it for her own.

"Hurry up everyone, we want to get this moving as fast as possaible. I'm sure the Miehmish delegate is very anxious for you to all speed up a bit."

the Envoy and her guard moved into one of the pinnaces, where the guard stood after she'd taken her seat, making sure that all representatives of nations had a seat before he took one.

Nhur-Galladu filed up the ramp nearly last, letting the impatient younger ones rush in like fools. It was just a ship and it didn't matter if there were window seats left or not.

He took an empty seat near the drow.

"Alright," President Harris spoke as he and the Marines that would be accompanying them took the remaining seats, "We're ready to go and see the colony ship, followed by the ruins at Thirdan, Sheffan, Diaspra, and K'Vaerns Cove. Please buckle yourselves in, it may be as bumpy ride."

The two Pinnaces took off, one holding the delegates and the Solari, and the other carrying a full platoon of Mardukan Guards. If the Saints decided to try anything while the dignitaries were vulnerable, they would be in for a rude awakening.

The Pinnace with the marines set down first, spreading out in a perimeter, but already it would be obvious to anyone who had ever seen a Miehmish vessel before exactly what they were seeing. It was massive, 4 miles long, and obviously studded with weapons. An ancient, battered, and all too obviously MIEHMISH Metal Militia Class Dreadnought.

Written in mile high letters on the fore section were three massive words. Ominous, succint, and very menacing.

As the Delegates landed they knew exactly what they wre seeing, or so it was hoped, because they were standing directly beneath the port Yamato Battery of the Master of Puppets, one of the most dangerous, and decorated vessels in the old Terran Fleets.

Spoor leaned over to get a good glimpse out of one of the windows. What she saw was indeed a massive ship armed to the teeth. Several thoughts and images flahsed through her mind. Some weren't exactly flattering. "The master of puppets is it? How interesting. I here that they name their ships after a type of music that used to be popular centuries ago. At least they have a taste for history."

Spoor leaned over to get a good glimpse out of one of the windows. What she saw was indeed a massive ship armed to the teeth. Several thoughts and images flahsed through her mind. Some weren't exactly flattering. "The master of puppets is it? How interesting. I here that they name their ships after a type of music that used to be popular centuries ago. At least they have a taste for history."

"Did you say something Admiral?"

Spoor looked over to who was addressing her. "No, nothing at all."

Spoor looked over to who was addressing her. "No, nothing at all."

"If you insist Admiral. You said nothing."

"Master of Puppets, Miss Spoor? THE Master of Puppets? Is that what those letters say? These glasses block my vision..." He popped the heavy glasses off for a quick look, lances of pain shooting through his eyes. "Ah yes... most interesting." At this point Luke's head was a blurr. There were hundreds of sights and sounds being cross-referenced from basic. Dozens of dots connected, and a realization began to emerge. He stood, putting his hand on the wall to steady himself as he peered out the window.

"Would the Miehmish delegation please confirm that this vessel is indeed a modified Metal Militia dreadnought called the Master of Puppets, and that this is indeed a Miehmish colony? There is no way in the Forge that this vessel could look so and not be a Metal Militia dreadnought of the Manticoran Alliance."

"Master of Puppets, Miss Spoor? THE Master of Puppets? Is that what those letters say? These glasses block my vision..." He popped the heavy glasses off for a quick look, lances of pain shooting through his eyes. "Ah yes... most interesting." At this point Luke's head was a blurr. There were hundreds of sights and sounds being cross-referenced from basic. Dozens of dots connected, and a realization began to emerge. He stood, putting his hand on the wall to steady himself as he peered out the window.

"Would the Miehmish delegation please confirm that this vessel is indeed a modified Metal Militia dreadnought called the Master of Puppets, and that this is indeed a Miehmish colony? There is no way in the Forge that this vessel could look so and not be a Metal Militia dreadnought of the Manticoran Alliance."

*Too lazy to switch nations*

"It does indeed seem to be such. There is only one problem. The Puppets Program was scrapped after the Prototype was lost. Now things begin to make more sense... That does indeed appear to be THE Master of Puppets variant. This is NOT however a Miehmish colony. YET."

*Too lazy to switch nations*

"It does indeed seem to be such. There is only one problem. The Puppets Program was scrapped after the Prototype was lost. Now things begin to make more sense... That does indeed appear to be THE Master of Puppets variant. This is NOT however a Miehmish colony. YET."
"Nor shall it be, Admiral Harrington, if the Solarin League does not wish it."

The diplomat's voice was quiet, yet strong enough to be heard by all.

The Kaymirilian stance had been set on the issue.

"Nor shall it be, Admiral Harrington, if the Solarin League does not wish it."

The diplomat's voice was quiet, yet strong enough to be heard by all.

The Kaymirilian stance had been set on the issue.

*AS TSL*

"You are indeed correct. We have established ourselves as the league. We are no ones colony. Whatever your plans are Admiral, abandon them. We will not be your puppets."

"Gentlemen, gentlemen. Surely there is time for declarations of war and passionate speeches of freedom later. At least until after dinner."

"Gentlemen, gentlemen. Surely there is time for declarations of war and passionate speeches of freedom later. At least until after dinner."

*As MM*

"Gentlemen? You mean all two of them? Oh well, no matter, we'll save this for later."

*as TSL*

"We'll save this forever. I am going to forget what the Admiral said, and we're going to get on with the tour."

Elaine Looked at the 4 miles long ship, she was impressed; very impressed "My god; that things four time the size of an Ikari class battleship and looked far more intimidating with the huge Yamato gun ports open. The words "Master of puppets" written on the side; they had heard rumours of such ships but having only recently come out of isolationism and being attacked by the Imperial Mationbud forces meant they had little time to explore space. Elaine's thoughts drifted to the war as she wondered how long it would go on.

Admiral Hague picked up on her agitation; "something wrong?" he asked

"Just thoughts of home", she replied with a sigh.

"So you are descendants from the Miehmish?" Hague asked, they had heard of the them EVERYONE had heard of the meihmish even if there had been no contact with them until now; they both noticed a little hostility between the meihmish delegates and the League admiral..

Nhur-Galladu looked at the grounded aged wreck unimpressed. The age of oversized starships was over, ushered in by compact and more powerful smaller versions with the power to tear the old behemoths to bits. That was the age of ships the multiverse was entering. No, he was not impressed at all with the bulk before him. He was careful not to let it show.

The commotion among the passengers made him turn and look to see what was going on.

"Nor shall it be, Admiral Harrington, if the Solarin League does not wish it."

The charismatic drow made it quite clear where Kaymiril stood.

"You are indeed correct. We have established ourselves as the league. We are no ones colony. Whatever your plans are Admiral, abandon them. We will not be your puppets."

"Gentlemen, gentlemen. Surely there is time for declarations of war and passionate speeches of freedom later. At least until after dinner."

"Gentlemen? You mean all two of them? Oh well, no matter, we'll save this for later."

"We'll save this forever. I am going to forget what the Admiral said, and we're going to get on with the tour."

Nhur-Galladu turned towards the drow and made eye contact with her.

You have my support...

The quiet words whispered within her mind for no one else to hear.

...I will not allow this nation to be over run by Mini Meihm.

"Alright, everybody off. There are some things inside the ship that need to be seen to understand. I may be forced to ask the admiral for a better understanding of WHAT exactly we're seeing, now that we have someone that fully understands this thing."

"I should hope I understand one of these things, since I used to command Task Fleet Attitude..."

Nhur-Galladu walks with Sildara when she exits the shuttle.

Luke Hodges walked near the Solari host as he exited the shuttle. The Solari would discover a small piece of paper in his pocket, with the flaming seal of No Endorse, and an elegant scrawl across its face.

No Endorse supports you in independance. If there is trouble with the Manticorian Alliance, send word with haste to Sanctuary. We can field more than they know in your defense.

This knowledge must remain secret for now. It is harder to fight when you don't know who holds a knife at your throat, and who holds a knife by your side.

Luke Hodges walked near the Solari host as he exited the shuttle. The Solari would discover a small piece of paper in his pocket, with the flaming seal of No Endorse, and an elegant scrawl across its face.

OOC: I'm going to assume the Animarnians are keeping up, just to keep this moving.

IC:

President Harris very pointedly did not removethe slip of paper from his pocket in such a public venue. He would see what it said later on, at the Palace.

"Alright. Let's go inside." The Mardukans led the way into the massive vessel, a pair of them armed with Bead Cannon entered first, and another pair armed with heavy tri-barrel cannon followed up at the rear of the group.

Sildara accompanied the Balroggan Emperor from the shuttle, and waited for his lead before moving onto the old ship.

Spoor trailed back behind the rest of the group allowing the others to mingle amongst themselves. She did take stock of the interior though.

Yenke just, walked along, behind the Balroggan emperor, and the Kaymirilian dignitary.

Luke Hodges accompanied the group, appearing to look about fascinated. In reality, his glasses contained two small recorders to allow for a three-dimensional reconstruction of everything seen in a reasonable resolution.

A chance inside an old Miehmish... no, Solari dreadnought! What a chance!

Luke Hodges accompanied the group, appearing to look about fascinated. In reality, his glasses contained two small recorders to allow for a three-dimensional reconstruction of everything seen in a reasonable resolution.

A chance inside an old Miehmish... no, Solari dreadnought! What a chance!

Admiral Harrington stepped onto the dreadnought and nearly flipped out. "What the HELL did you people do to this ship? I could climb into that hole!"

And she was correct, the bulkheads of the surrounding area were swisscheesed. Holes everywhere, both the half-melted plasma burn style, and the jagged holes made by solid slugs shattering battle steel.

Spoor smirked. "Maybe they are experimenting on new methods of ventilation or perhaps they wanted to put a skyline in."

OOC: Yeah, I'm keeping up.

IC: The Animarnians entered the master of puppets; and whistled in appreciation and also fear of whatever could do this to a Terran vessel it certainly looked like it had taken a pasting.

Admiral Harrington stepped onto the dreadnought and nearly flipped out. "What the HELL did you people do to this ship? I could climb into that hole!"

And she was correct, the bulkheads of the surrounding area were swisscheesed. Holes everywhere, both the half-melted plasma burn style, and the jagged holes made by solid slugs shattering battle steel.

"There was a mutiny. The Marines started it. Then, they finished it. In the proccess they gutted about a third of the ship. It's actually rather impressive when you consider that the ship managed to land here."

Spoor smirked. "Maybe they are experimenting on new methods of ventilation or perhaps they wanted to put a skyline in."


Nhur-Galladu chuckles quietly at this. Only those near him could hear it.

"Well. Let's see how much of this old beast still runs. I think I'll try this from the bridge, and then check out engineering if I have to. Follow me people, and try not to fall in any random holes, alright?"

Admiral Harrington started off towards the bridge of the ship. Several blast doors were sealed, but the fusion plants were obviously still running, and her overrides functioned, since it was from a time when she had been an Admiral of the Dominion. This would certainly be interesting.

"Courtesy would dictate that you allow your hosts to conduct the tour, rather than taking it over yourself, Admiral."

"Courtesy would dictate that you allow your hosts to conduct the tour, rather than taking it over yourself, Admiral."

"She knows more about this ship and its workings than any of us do. We haven't even been able to get this far. Ever. All we can access is the crew quarters and the captains cabin. All the rest has been under lockdown, rather pointedly outside engineering in fact. Which reminds me, Krindi, could you and Erkum make sure you put that Plaque up outside the door to engineering?"

"Yes sir. We'll get it done sir."

"I really don't mind too much who gives the tour as long as they know what they are talking about. This is the closest I have ever been to a Miehmish vessel. I have never seen one in combat let alone inside the vessel itself. Please continue."

"I really don't mind too much who gives the tour as long as they know what they are talking about. This is the closest I have ever been to a Miehmish vessel. I have never seen one in combat let alone inside the vessel itself. Please continue."

"Indeed. Admiral, if you will?"

"Yes, please. It would be interesting to see if this old bucket still functioned after all these years."

Nhur-Galladu did not seem to have any malace in his voice when he spoke.