NationStates Jolt Archive

The guest list was pretty extensive - and high-class. Delegates from the nations that had visited Alaska were there, along with every station master and major CEO in the system.

Foreign Nations Represented:
Sephrioth
Terren Planets
Me li
Federal Union
Commonalitarianism
Topping
Earthican

The Alaskans all wore their dress uniforms - ie freshly cleaned and pressed gray spacer's garb. Haley Wight, CEO of Beatific Diamonds, wore a beautiful diamond pendant which she had made in her own laboratory - Beatific Diamonds made artificial diamonds.
Four people were perhaps the centers of attention more than anyone else save the foreigners. The first was Nina Alatov, Acting President of the Alaskan Federation. The second was Darren Simnon, former smuggling kingpin, now CEO of the Simnon Cartel (a major mining company) and Alaska's richest man. The third was Shoshana Black, CEO of Alaskan Carbon, and Alaska's richest woman. The fourth was Jubal Kane, leader of the Republican party and Alatov's chief rival.

The tour of the Mining platform was informative. They had the seed of a great industrial potential. Did they to have the seed of a cultural 7 scientific renaissance? After the bleekness of these Gaijin's interior and exterior designs and uniforms he was less certain of things. This Alaskan Devils had lost much in the Retreat.

The Escorts were directed to mingle with the other grubs and chat them up for interesting datum. Coyote joined the head table and struck up a conversation about Who was Who from Where and When...et cetera...etc.

The Coyote agreed it was a bit ironical<grin> that his name was strange as He was an active member of the Order of the Black Sheeps. The Order had its roots back all the way to Holy Terra. To the pre-history of the Isles of Mara. They were the Gardians of the Way. He found the Jeffersonian rather parochial. A true boorish peasant with an excellent command of his senses. The man was an educated Red-Neck. The epitome of a good Jeffersonian...of a good recriut for the Brotherhood of the Black Sheep.

Therefore, let us To a TEST.

Tell me good Republican, are you familiar with this saying by the Sage Franklin Benjaman:

"Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch.
Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote."

Bluebird began reviewing the datastream from the sensor arrays...the Sephy ship was the standard Doombringer class Star-Destroyer. It was impressive but primitive...still an ancient steel knife to the throat would kill a person as dead as a vibro-mono-blade. It was just a little harder to get out sometimes. The Mapie had informed her that the Sephy and the Melii had come to an understanding.

They were now neighbors...

She had to agree with the Ghosts. The system carried the after-images of all of the Captains since she was comminsioned. The most troublesome was the first Captain. Her first Captain was something of a jokester. The Coyote Black took after his Grandfather. The old ghost whispered in the ethers. The voice seemed removed.

Still it was a good idea to keep an eye on your neighbor. He might wanna come and steel your stocks or carry of yer wimmen. Besides that was a Hiem Impulse engine! The same as ours practically. Investigate! Execute!

She wondered, How did the Old Man do that? He was dead for centuries now, yet exerted a large influence on her. He was a complete boor most of the time. She started crying. Bluebird missed her papa.

the kitir lord was in formal robes he sat down at the tabble

Captain Rogers of the Terren Starship Exter, in his dress uniform, entered the room and sat down at the table...

The two Earthican merchants, rather confused as to the invitation to the Gala at the Bering Station so soon after docking at Anchorage Station for refueling. Nevertheless, they contacted the government back on Earthica in request of a government representative to accompany to the very first state visit between the United States of Earthica and the Alaskan Federation and immediately received notification back that the President himself would be arriving at the Gala.

The merchants however, a captain and her second-in-command weren't excited as would be expected, the Office of President on Earthica, or any government office, was generally treated with an apathetic attitude apart from during the actual election. It wasn't really an honor... more of a hinderance to profit, if the company they worked for ever actually made any profit, that is.

President Moivar, one of the non-human Presidents of Earthica arrived soon after the alien-human hybrid Merchant Captain and the scruffy-looking second-in-command of the small Merchant vessel, the first ship to land in the Alaskan Federation after the proclamation of independence. The President took his place where he could and tried to find a spot near the Alaskan President to talk politics.

Meanwhile, the pair of merchants were speaking amongst each other on a plan to suceed in their assignment earlier.

"Okay, pay attention, while I speak with some of the Alaskan CEO's and prospect around the gala and the Station, here's a list of what we have on board, try to sell as much of this junk to these Spacers and lynch as much money off them as possible."

"Aye, aye, Captain!"

The second-in-command was handed over the pad of miscellaneous items listed as well as holographic displays and stats on each. This was the ship's manifest and a key component to reaching the mission's objective and quota.

As the second-in-command began trying out his sales-pitch and the Captain headed out and began attempting to negotiate with corporate leaders and other merchants, the President of the United States requested an audience with the President of the Alaskan Federation herself.

The warrant officer came up to the Earthican President.
"The President is over there," pointing to a gaunt woman surrounded by other officials.

*****
The woman next to Captain Rogers turned to introduce herself.
"Greetings. I am Shoshana Black, CEO of Alaskan Carbon. And you are..."
*****
The kitr lord was greeted by a man with graying hair and a very nice-looking uniform.
"I am Darren Simnon. I take it you are the delegate from Sephrioth?"

Malthus Cruonis walked around odd. Most of the people seemed to be focused on selling resources, readily available in asteroid systems. There seemed to be few scientific endeavors. The diamonds being sold were readily available, crushed carbon. The potential as a producer of goods and raw materials was tremendous. He had enjoyed the walk through the asteroid processing systems.

What most intrigued him were the radiation resistant communication systems, life support systems, the radiant energy system, and the radiation protection, a far more valuable commodity than the raw materials being produced. The Commonalitarianists had learned that knowledge was self-reproducing, and acted to create synergistic evolution creating more and better knowledge.

He was very aware of the military systems there. Already his ship had quietly used a neutron scanner on low intensity to record the pattern of the ships docked next to him. On high intensity, it would read the structures down to the atomic level.

Maybe this Kane fellow would know about exchanging scientific knowledge, trade in raw materials was self-limiting.

He introduced himself, bowing slightly, "Mr. Kane, I am Malthus Cruonis, from the First Commonalitarianism of Man it is a pleasure to meet with you. I have much to discuss with you."

OOC: There is at least one true scientist here - Professor Aleksander Domas.

IC:
"It is a pleasure to meet with you as well, Mr. Cruonis. Please, sit down."
Kane gestured to a nearby table.

Malthus Cruonis sat at the table with Mr. Kane.
"Mr. Kane, I am here as a representative of the Commonalitarianism. We noticed that you have a number of technical systems we lack. Your radiation to energy systems, and radiation protective systems would open many new worlds for our colonies and mining operations. We have been building an extensive exploration system using Von Neumann Probes. Most worlds and solar systems we have detected are simply unfit for human life. Looking at our figures we could double our available colonies with your technology."




OOC: Von Neumann probes are self-replicating, they build two new probes each time they reach a new system, and send them further out. We have been sending them out for over a hundred years. Since we have about three major colonies and many minor ones this would make sense.

umm Alaska my guy asked Kane a question at post 2. I'm going to wing this and have him hold his tongue

Before the Alaskan could form an answer. The strange light-gravity humanoid introduced himself and went straight to the point. It was a very strange way to have a conversation. Why it lacked all of the frustrations and beauty of discussing and debating old sayings and new ideas. He remained passivly quiet as the stranger introduced himself and stated his purpose.

Now how was that going to work out?
He is of the efficient sublight ship, whispered Bluebird.
Really? Well now that is an interesting bit of datum.

He had several visible augmentations...yet he still seemed to remain Human. A civilized barbarian? It was possible. The Melii had explored several Timestreams and had found some occasionally gifted and civilised folks. These Alaskans seemed to be starting upon the path. I wonder how they will turn out in most of the Eddies? Will they remain eager and open or decend into one of the Infinite Hells? There were too many of those already. The Melii tended to quarintine the worst sectors by destroying the neighboring realities and isolating the regional splinter flange. They would be allowed to evolve on their own, but would not be allowed to infect the greater infinite.

It was perhaps futile. nevertheless the effort was still made when no other option existed. Recentlu they had come upon a mistaken Tribal Allaince that had actually attempted to police nearly their entire sector. Foolish hubris. The Melii knew such things would be impossible. As such they only directed attention to those neighboring realities that seemed to abuse thier powers.

Daemons should be destroyed. And Abominations quarintined to thier zones. So it was now very interesting that the Oldeste databases seemed to suggest that this humanoid was in fact a distant Kin Tribe! Impossible! Why would a tribe...unless they had somehow stumbled across a strange melding of two or more realities? Such things occured. Only rarely do we ever encounter such an event.

The Commonii were Sages of the Second Encylopedia before the Sundering.
Perhaps in this reality they had not yet joined the Confederation?
Perhaps they were not a House of the Imperium?

He would hold his tongue and listen. He had one mouth and two ears.

OOC: Oops, missed that. This is going to be tricky to resolve. How about everyone else please focus on the CEOs and not the politicians? I only have two politicians, but I have at least a dozen CEOs.

yeah thats me he said simply i may be armed but my intent is peace

Malthus Cruonis, slowed his internal time clock, he would experience time at the speed of the AI intellect link to the Final Encyclopedia he sometimes interacted with, his wetware accelerated his thoughts slightly. His memory and awareness training expanded his focus slightly.

Coyote seemed to be in slow motion. He turned for a moment, "Mr. Coyote, I am sorry to have interrupted. Please sit down for a minute with us." He slipped slightly, he forgot sometimes where he began and the AI stopped, he had grown up with it since he was very small. He gestured to the table with an open hand.

He could see the electromagnetic energy patterns around Coyotes head. Was there an entity in Coyote. The color of Malthus Cruonis Eyes changed slightly.

OOC: slipped was looking at the Republican statement, not the name Kane, I think there was a missed connection between Republican and Jubal Kane earlier. Titles and names can get confused.

ah a civilized barbarian indeed! The Bluebird slowed the data-stream some and he shifted his concertration and awareness to this strange "kin"...It was too early for a test. They may not even have successfully intergrated the Encyclopedia into a compressable and decipherable format yet. Bluebird grinned and agreed. The "kin" seemed far too primitive to actually be the Commonii.

This reality seemed to still be in the process of forming...the SWverses and STverses had collided less catastrophically...there even seemed to be an infusion of the CoDominium of Olde CCPUSA. A truely strange new world indeed!

He bowed slightly and grinned at his "cousin."

"No thank you First Speaker of the Commonii. I sit all day."
<low level ancient encryption in the ConFed frequencies and code cyphers sent to C. Ship>

"Thank you, Mr. Coyote", a data probe flashed sightly, it was a simple radio compression code, aimed at the concentration point of electrical energy. around Mr. Coyotes head. "Please send confirmation link code, the Greater Synopticon of Entirty/Final Encyclopedia wishes to exchange data through our ship link. Our compression data content is the entire data content of two civilizations, Intracircumcordei, the First Commonalitarianism of man, the whole of the UN libraries content, as well as pieces of the world history library of Imported Vizion. We may have been in contact through ansible before."

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He smiles slightly, showing cut synthetic ruby and diamond chips in his perfect teeth, "Mr. Kane, I see you have quite an interested audience."

Rogers turned to the woman next to him and replied, "Greetings Ms. Black. My name is Daniel Rogers, captain of the Terren Starship Exter. I represent the United Confederation of Terren Planets. We were exploring an unknown system when we detected your colonies among the asteroids. My ship was-" The communicator in Rogers pocket began to chirp. "Please, excuse me," said Rogers. After listing to the message, he turned back to Shoshana Black. "I apologize. What type of corporation to you head?"

Shoshana Black answered the Terren delegate's question. "Well, Alaskan Carbon does pretty much anything involving carbon. We make polycarbonate materials for hull plating and windows, nanotubes for space construction, even clothing - most Alaskan spacegarb is made by Alaskan Carbon. The only carbon things we DON'T make are diamonds - Haley Wight makes those."

he said oi coyttee have you ever met my kind before

The Coyote studied the Kitir lordling... darkness shrouded him like the Melii's own black cloak. He grinned the Fools grin upon the knave. As he did so his eyes became brilliant mirrors. They glowed faintly of the Source and pushed aside the clouds of illusion... He saw the youngling as he really was. A neophyte of the True Paths. A possible convert to the Golden Path.

The chesire grin grew impossibly large as the Coyote wondered if the youngling was worth the effort to slay.

"A Sephii or a Kitir? Which art thou truly? I see thee truly now. Thoust Thou seest me truly?"

A tight beam was sent to the Commonii Speaker.
<no hints. Let the youngling answer the sphinx's question>

he kitir noticed the atempt on him you wish to fight me wel draw thy weapon for i shall do balltle with you he said his hands strayed down to the ywo sclyinders on his belt

At the Kitir Lord's words, the nearest Alaskan security officer - Admiral Bovarich, as it happened - stepped in.
"Excuse me, but we don't allow violence here. If you have a dispute, you can settle it in one of two ways - the easy way, or the Alaskan way."

The Coyote barked a small laugh and almost choked on the wine. He continued laughing as he cleaned his small sprayed mess with both his napkin, the waiter's towel, and a few of the other guests' napkins. After the servers arrived to take over he openly smiled at the Alaskan and the Kitir.

"Well done Alaskan and well put is this wit of yours."

His mirrored eyes then turned to the Kitir lordling. He had not answered the question correctly. The sphinx would consume him eventually. Just not today.

"I see now your answers... so be it."

With that the Sephii no longer existed for the Melii delegation.