NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: It's been so long since I was active here. RL and the IC have both kept me silent. I've been lurking for a while, but, like many FTers, have found few FT RPs, and even less of quality. I'm trying to change that with this. It will be closed for the few posts, then I'll open it up on first come first serve. I'm looking for quality RP, so as usual, no uber fleets etc. and make your posts count- none of that one line crap. Thanks, and it's nice to be here with you all again.

Ic: Today would be a day of many firsts. For instance, it was the first time the Kazeci Navy had assembled in mass since the defeat over the old Homeworld. Those times were long ago. The Republic was still young then, just testing the waters of treachery and corruption. It lost its innocence when we lost our homes, lives, and freedom. Some, however, escaped and went into hiding. We are their descendants. They re-founded our society on hate and grief while the blood of our kin was still flowing. When the first survivors began to flow from Taledonian space, they brought news of a new horror- slavery. Many were sold to nations who promptly freed them, making them citizens or helping them to search for us. We took this knowledge and shifted our purpose for existence to revenge. For decades we built our military and prepared for an invasion of Taledonia. Slowly, however, our wounds healed. We grew a culture and new focuses. As time passed, we forgot. Our generation has not forgiven, has not forgotten, but has moved on! We are here today in preparation. Today Kazecistan enters a new era, the Third Era! It is only appropriate that we begin at dawn, KST zero three hundred, and begin the new day with a new era. The galaxy shall be awakened to our presence and we shall prosper. Glory to Kazecistan! Sir William (ironically named after the Kazeci leader during the end of the First Era) ended his broadcast and the displays all switched to the flag of Kazecistan flying over the Capitol Tower. It was an unnecessary history lesson and had over-simplified many matters, but served as effective a motivational speech as any other given on short notice by a distracted leader. Most Kazecis were disappointed with it, but most also understood that he didn't live his life to give speeches- most suspected he didn't do to well in debate.

"Attention!" Commander Ferzly shouted across the flight deck. It was the only place on the ship large enough to accommodate all crew. Thousands all fell to salute simultaneously, soldiers and guards clutching their ornately engraved silver staffs with both hands and bowing their heads while the crew and officers brought their fist over their hearts. "Dismissed!"

The KNS WarKat was front and center in the formation of nearly a thousand vessels, each facing toward the Homeworld. Each had viewed the transmission along with the rest of Kazecistan in full military parade. Slowly, they broke formation- not in STL, but FTL. One by one they blinked from this existence, reappearing elsewhere in Kazeci space. By zero one hundred KST most had left and the military sector was quiet. The shipyards lay empty, the battle station's guns didn't engage in target practice, and no cargo vessels stirred. This, which was once simply empty space of no strategic importance, had been built up artificially with stations, platforms, and beacons to become one of three primary military sectors.

Inside the stations most took leisure time, either talking in the hallways or spending time alone with books or in the gardens. There was little preparation to be made and that had been made weeks ago. Excitement wasn't as high as you'd expect- that too had died weeks ago with the new boredom brought by the wait. Besides, it's not like this would be a life changing event, right?

OOC: Heya, Kaz. Ansu.

IC:

Since the re-founding of their world, the Republic had watched Kazecistan with caution. In days long past, the injustices inflicted upon their race by those once allied had been terrible.

Imperator Alexander Kellerman of Imperial Taledonia decried their secession from the Republic, ordering a full invasion of the Kazeci homeworld. Their fleets were bludgeoned aside as the Taledonians surged onwards, razing cities and enslaving an entire race. Such an act is not easily forgotten, though the Republic has tried...

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Five months ago, surveillance duty for the Kazeci system had passed to the Clan for the first time. The Sushir (http://starwars.wikia.com/images/7/7b/YV-929.jpg) was a heavy freighter, designed for a fight and customised heavily by it's Mandalorian owners. Most of the cargo cyclinder had been converted into a powerful sensor station, drawing information and scans from the entire system.

On her bridge, Trul Ansu, Centurion-Captain of the Sushir flicked through the latest readings on his datapad. Over the last decade, the Kazeci had invested heavily in their manufacturing sector, producing ships and stations of practicality and power to defend their home system. In the last six years, more than twenty frigate-class vessels had been assembled in orbit above Kazec.

They knew the Republic was watching. They knew the Republic must act.

ooc: Ignorant little republican.... lol, it's good to have you, Ansu.

Ic: Republic surveillance of Kazec was nothing new, and as always the Kazecis there ignored their presence and went about their lives normally. The gathering was nothing special, simply a head count- it's nice to know that you aren't receiving transmissions from some Taledonian station which captured a frigate. There were only a few Kazecis among them that knew the truth, and they wouldn't be telling.

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In a far different part of the galaxy, however, the Kazeci flag flew high over the Capitol Tower. New Kazecistan, rarely called that, was massive, larger than either the First or Second Era Kazecistan which the Republic and the rest of the universe had known. And it was lead by Sir William Lockhart, whom we now follow.

"What are we going to send? Why the Hell are we doing this if we don't even know what we're going to say?" he demanded loudly.
"It's to announce our presence, Sir." An advisor plead with him.
"We need something more substantive!" Sir William roared back. His voice echoed off the 9-10 meter high ceiling of the large room. His office was rather extravagant- taking up the entire top floor of the capitol tower and having every luxury. He currently held a small, triangular, gold ruler in his hands, feeling its three concave sides. Running his hand, and the ruler, through his hair he walked to the eastern windows. Leaning against the simple, though expensive, door frame his eyes wandered to the coast far below. he searched his mouth with his tongue while he searched the coast with his eyes. "There." he whispered softly.
"Sir?" came the unexpected and unwanted response.
He closed his eyes and bit his lip, then gently pushed on the clear door, feeling it effortlessly open before him. The balcony was also large, and contained some very expensive oriental furniture. Most of it didn't have a rail, (not to say that it was unsafe, one couldn't go over if they wanted to due to the force shields and tractor systems) but there was a short banister by the bar. He went to it and leaned out, yearning to be down at the yacht club sailing a small boat on that crystal blue ocean.

Another man stepped out onto the balcony, taking a place next to Lockhart. "I'm a horses man myself." he said, knowing what Lockhart was thinking.
It worked too, Lockhart broke a smile. "Steel, what are you doing up here?" Lockhart asked, knowing that he was always up there, though he never had any official business to warrant it.
General Steel Barid cut to the point, as he always did, and it made William feel better. "Invite representatives over. Better yet, invite leaders over- we're better than representatives. Warm some relations, get out the word that we're friendly. True diplomacy will be hacked out, but not for a while. Let this just be a gathering."
"Why are you in the military? What possessed you to leave all of your mind out of our service? I can see so much more than a general in you."
"My mind is at your service. Kazecistan needs minds in the military too. Intelligence wins battles."
"Thank you Steel, I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes."

"He's impossible!" The aid hissed.
"You've got the highest runner internship available- you work directly under our leader! For stars sake man! I put you there as a favor!" The wall hissed back at him. "And what do you mean by this slander? Sure sometimes he has a hard time seeing the forest for the trees, but what do you expect from someone under so much pressure? He's got a lot on his plate, and your job is to lighten the load. You're a runner, for stars sake, John, of course he treats you like dirt!"
"He's not like that!" John found himself suddenly defending Lockhart. "He's kind when he's not stressed. He gives time off and fun errands even when he's trudging through the muck of bureaucracy. He's a good man!"
"See? My appointment is here and you'd best shut this off before Lockhart comes back in. I'll see you at the end of the week for our usual meeting. Bye John." Sam (short for Samantha) closed the communication. As Chief of Kazecistan's runner program she also took a few promising ones under her own wing and counseled them as any other in her staff would.

And, as if on cue, Lockhart came through the balcony doors. His mood had totally changed. "I'm sorry about that John." He sat down, typing swiftly. "Here, take this to the 34th floor." He held out a tiny data chip, but then withdrew it. "The Minister of communications is on Cabbell Island, think you can handle that? He should be on the second floor of the South Shore Bar- that's his favorite lunch place. Oh, and I shouldn't be needing you for the rest of the morning." He extended the chip to the thrilled runner who promptly took it and ran from the room.

On his way past the secretary on the floor below he nearly shouted. "Order up a Sea Navy vessel- a big one- and have it meet me at the yacht club pier." He loved the Sea Navy, and the ability to command a vessel, even if only for the morning, was amazing.
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Not an hour later and a tight-beam burst of data left the planet bound for a comms satellite, which then relayed it to the sector defence station (a massive installation) where it was processed and copied. From there the message spread like a spider web, each time it hit a station the station would send it on to all those near by who would each do the same. This meant that stations would receive it multiple times, but that was meant as a check, they didn't want to get it wrong and all of their chronometers needed to be exactly synchronized. Ships, planets, and all other habitations received it too, military or civil. The countdown was begun.

At exactly zero three hundred KST all across Kazecistan, the message was sent. Every installation capable of FTL transmission broadcast it, each in unique ways from the others. Every known language was covered, every broadcast type, any possible variation of communication. It was a massive emission of signal from an area of space known to the galaxy as empty and treacherous. No ship that had entered had come back out with their true memories, or at all in some cases. Kazecistan had refused to be discovered in the hopes that they might take Taledonia off guard and eliminate it. Wit that desire abandoned, it was time to make contact- and they weren't going to be missed either.
The Second Galactic Dominion of Kazecistan seeks contact with a Galaxy which knows nothing of it. Your leaders are welcome to a conference on our Homeworld. We seek the beginnings of new relations with the peoples of the Galaxy.Along with it were streams of data about where to go, when to be there, vague information on Kazeci size and strength, and images of Kazeci worlds.

the silver Kirisuban ship was cruising at warp 3 between the barren system that it had left and was heading to the next sector on its map (the Kazecki star system).

they knew nothing about it apart from the scant data a probe had collected. there was a planet that seemed to have life signs and they needed to be carefull. apart from the dangers of a firefight cultural contamination was a possibility to be avoided. signs of current technology had been detected before the signal ceased. the last pictures it sent back was it flying into an asteroid and crashing.

Captain Suki Harada was the first Captain of the Kagemusha, a Kurraka class cruiser and this was only their second mission. the all female crew had high morale and they were 3 weeks into their 6 month mission which would end at Unity their new home base.

the comms officer picked up the signal and played it so her captain could hear it.

"maintain speed and alter course to those co-ordinates" she ordered and it was done..


ooc:

The Kirisubans are asian humans and maintain their traditions including the code of bushido, the samurai class and respect for age.

Captain Harada is typical of the crew with long black hair, olive skin and quite pretty. at 27 she's one of the oldest crew members, the average age of the crew being 20.

the uniform is a dark red wrap over jacket with black trousers and short boots. a black skirt and tall boots are also an optional uniform.

the ship looks like this only its silver and has no big bird on it. it has a cloaking device, heavy duty shielding and 20 high powered phasers all forward and 5 plasma torpedo tubes.

http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/nihongaz/cracker.jpg

OOC: Basically tag for now untill jolt stops being stupid.

I can't log into my good side puppet whom I'd like to use for this RP.

ooc: Nice to have you both!

I'm taking this slow until we can get a few more people here.

Ic: The Kirisuban ship was lucky, a day ago and they would have had either their memory erased and replaced or their lives taken, whichever was easiest. Now they were the first on a long guest list, though not being ranked higher than captain would mean their status at the meeting would be low. If they played their cards right they could balance this with their early arrival. Now, when they arrived at the very edge of the system and Kazeci space, they were jumped- some things don't change overnight. Five ships blinked into existence very close to them. Off their port side a Heavy Battle Carrier (HBC) raised its energy shielding, mimicked on the starboard by a Super Cruiser (SC). Both shared the same basic hull design, though the carrier had much more bay space and massive bay doors underneath its whale-like form (some called them slugs, as they were essentially defined by two ovals, one on each plane, the horizontal being about twice as wide as the vertical and the slate gray paint job didn't help). The other three ships appeared a ways behind them in a delta formation. They were Attack Frigates (AF) and carried a more complex shape, though it was still built on semi organic curves that had a little too much of a geometric feel to be deemed 'organic' in form. The Kirisuban ship didn't stand much of a chance if it chose to fight.
Welcome to Kazecistan. Please make your way to the enclosed coordinates where you'll be formally greeted and shown around. This escort will follow you along the way, though due to differences in out FTL drives we'll function more as marker buoys.

"this is Captain Harada of the Kirisuban Exploration ship 'Kagemusha'. we will follow you in as requested and we thank you for the escort in"

Keeping up as best they could (the Kagemusha only having maxium speed of warp 7) they kept pace with their larger escorts but then again size wasn't everything.

Captain Harada looked over to her XO, Jun Fujishima and they talked in the ready room reviewing the data that was sent with the original transmission. it looked like this mission could be sucessful if they played the diplomacy game right..

The Striker class patrol boat Arithel cruised through the ether, its clawed front section cutting the thin interstellar medium with effortless ease, the external components of its engines cold and dark, as it coasted, there was little momentum balancing underway. One hundred and sixty meters in length, the Striker was the smallest ship that could truthfully be called an interstellar warship in the necrontyr navy. Its ‘crew’ consisted of its own onboard mind, and occasionally, one or two others. Today it had three guests, any one of whom might be considered a crewmember or not.

Anárion was the only one there who had been to Kazecistan before. Indeed, he had been to the old version of that state, along with the ship he worked with. They’d gotten involved, as they often did, in a matter of genocide. This was different, he supposed, more of a formal goodwill visit. Which seemed to be a nice way of saying ‘hey, we hear ya’ and nothing else. Which, he supposed, gave him something to do for a few days while Erisavenus put in its turn for re-supply and patrol in sol.

Erisavenus was also there, in the form of a tiny replica of its massive self, four centimetres long. This tiny avatar was the ship’s idea of formal wear. It could levitate, communicate, and sense, even manipulate things to a small degree (small in terms of actual strength, rather than finesse) with its gravitic motor.

The third guest of the Arithel, stepping aboard the vessel through an interstellar portal, was Melanie Ochere, one of the diplomatic corps’ junior recruits, and one not aligned with Anárion, and Eris’ little movement (of which Arithel was a quiet supporter) for foreign intervention. Instead, Melanie was a ruler-straight legal expert with a silver tongue and a penchant for dress that was, even by the standards of the C’tan, skimpy. She smiled, and walked over to Anárion.

Warp was a constant existence here, where as Kazeci FTL consisted of blinking, two of which constituted a jump. It wasn't instant, but it was at the upper end as far as speed was concerned. And so as the small ship continued linearly, the Kazeci escort bipped into and out of existence along its path, ensuring no deviations. When they finally entered the destination system, the escort left them.

It was a small system, as far as systems go, it had only one planet, 2 moons, and a scattering of navigation beacons and sensors posts. Well, that and a hundred navel vessels in welcoming parade formation. A navigation beacon at the end of the path created signalled that the visitor was to approach through the channel at low speed. The Kazeci national anthem was played on open channels as they 'walked' the path. When they achieved the halfway marker a small ship came screeching down from behind them with blistering speed. Kazeci Bullet Transports (BT/bullet) still held claim to the title of fastest small craft in the Galaxy (the truth of this claim was up for debate, especially now that Kazecistan had been closed off for so long). It was fluid and silver, the curves of engine, wing, and body melding into each other and creating a very sleek shape that looked Ario- and hydro-dynamic. The output of its twin engines slowed and matched speed as it came over top of the Kagemusha.
For your safety and the safety of other vessels in the area as well as to secure efficiency, System Flight Control requests that you submit to Kazeci tugs. Your ship will not be harmed and you will remain free to leave at any time.

ooc:
EDIT: That would be shunted to the past, if I'm clear on my own story line. I RPed that at an odd time for me, but I think it works best in the past. We may not remember you as only some data could be saved before we had to flee.

already having dropped to half inpulse it was a simple matter to cut engines and be 'tugged' in.

Captain Harada was prepared to go with this but it was unusual to not being able to dock yourself.

"comms acknowledge the signal and our compliance" she ordered and left the bridge to get changed into the skirt and tall boots.

Her XO comander Fujishima sat in the chair, already in her skirt and boots since that was her preferred uniform.

The Choruk (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/Verghastinsel/FrigDesign.jpg) was fresh from her dry dock, the newest ship in the fleet and the first completed design in the New Class Project. Her black, armoured prow faced the stars as though challenging their solemn light, and her silent weapons held the promise of death.
Tyran Ansu marvelled at this, the first independent ship in the Clan's fleet, designed, concieved and produced without outside interference or funding. For him and so many other Mandalorians, the NCP signified the beginning of a new age of prosperity for the Clan.
The boarding tunnel stretched out before him, and Tyran strode forward.

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The Choruk dropped out of hyperspace close to the designated coordinates. Three days ago this had been an unmapped star system, but the surveillance ship above Kazec had reported a disturbing message being broadcast on all channels. The existence of a new Kazeci state had been reported to the Senate, and Tyran trusted that defence plans would be prepared.
Standing on the bridge of the vessel, Tyran ordered the ship's Centurion to broadcast a message on public frequencies.

This is the Mandalorian frigate Choruk, present on behalf of the Republic. We request permission for a representative of the Republic to attend the diplomatic conference to be held on the Kazeci homeworld.

A Lambda-Class Shuttle leapt from Hyperspace into the system, in it's hold was 6 Cultists disguised as Civilian Ambassador's, these where Masters of Hand to Hand Combat, they where garbed in white Tunics and Pants with grey boots, hidden in the cago compartment where their Black Cult Robes (Dark Jedi Robes), while they where not able to channel the Force, they where very skilled in Infiltration and sabatoge.

Their pilot went to the designated Coordinates and cut all engines to allow a Tug to pull the shuttle in, one of the Cultists went to the Comm-Unit and opened a channel.

"This is the Ambassador for the Kaderbaian People, we are here to open up relations with your people and the possibility of trade."

This was their cover, provided by their benefactors, they never spoke the name of their benefactors for fear of their wrath, all they say was that they where extremely powerful and funded their operations very well...

Arithel arrived in the system a moment before the shuttle, and was on hand to view its arrival. In one of the long rooms that made up its habitable interior, the patrol boat called Anárion and Erisay (as the tiny, one to one hundred thousand scale replica of the living ship was called from time to time) over to a table. Inside its own structure, the patrol boat could project holograms easily, and as well as maintaining a holographic duplicate of one of its own avatars.

Arith, (as we shall call the ship’s avatar, a human woman with dark hair) was standing with her hands on the table. “Take a look at this,” she said.

“Lambda class. Neat, I’ve not got one of those,” Erisay replied from its parrot-like perch on Anárion’s shoulder.

“The standard shuttle of evil,” Arith said, only half jokingly. The design was widespread, and commonly used by autocratic and oppressive regimes.

“A bit strong a description, isn’t it?”

“Not really, Mister Pelendur.”

“I suggest keeping an eye on it,” Erisay said.

“Agreed,” Anárion said, and Airth nodded her consent.

“Should we tell Mel?” Anárion asked.

“She doesn’t really need to know. I doubt anything will come of it.” Arith said.

“I’ll join you folks in that volume as soon as I can get out of the Earth orbit,” Erisay, said, “Just in case we need to do something.”

“Right,” the ship they were aboard said, “I’ll not scan them too closely. It could be innocent.”

“Where is Mel, anyway?” Anárion asked.

“Somewhere up front, preparing a message for our hosts.”

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Charge d’affairs Melanie Ochere aboard the INS Arithel to the Kazeci authorities.

Greetings! My government has sent me to respond to your invitation to open diplomatic relations between our states. Please find attached basic details on the Necrontyr Empire of the C’tan, though you may also have information from contacts with our personnel and the INS Erisavenus in the last months of your predecessor government.

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OOC: Dark Acolytes, eh? I swear it’s a coincidence that I’ve just sent a character absurdly capable of feats of general derring-do. Lots my characters meet that description, after all!

The escorts were dropping off visitors at a pretty quick pace now, all were welcome after all, but traffic control was in a but of a mess because of it. The quiet system of Teldar was a favored hide-away of the well-off and not accustomed to so many visitors.

Planet-side STC Room:
"But a-Cap'on, she cannot take no more!" someone at a workstation called, mocking an ancient entertainment show that still found air time and an audience.
"You'll do just fine," Garner called down to him, knowing exactly who it was and throwing in "Scotti." The mayor was in his late thirties, short, lean, and very bald.
Down on the floor the master controller announced a change of plans. "Alright, we need to get these people all on tugs before they enter the row, we can't have loose ships in the system. Bring them all into an orderly line and work through them." Kazeci docking procedure was fuelled by a paranoia of crashes. All large ships were to put under tug and held in a neat parking pattern. Small ships would be guided to dock by tractor. Kazeci vessels simply had their nav. computers slaved to the STC- the rest were to be physically restrained.

Space:
A message came on over top of the Kazeci national anthem for all vessels.
Attention, all vessels are requested to submit to tug- cutting thrust and allowing the tugs to attach. They will not harm your vessels and you will remain free to depart at your request.
And so it was. Each time a vessel cut it's engines it was swarmed with a proportionate number of the tugs- small disk-like vessels with powerful engines, docking clamps, tractor beams, and a docking port for Bullets. They sought out a vessel's docking ports and strong points to attach to, then dragged it to a holding pattern. Passengers entering and leaving the vessels were requested to use the Bullets provided, preferably through the tugs but they would also dock within a bay if requested. If all of this seemed like overkill, it likely was.

A single tug came to the Lambda-Class Shuttle and used it's small tractors to move it to the bay of the last HBC, where the ship's tractors took over and brought it to a smooth landing. The captain and a dozen guards greeted them and escorted them to the Bullet which sat beside their own shuttle, saying "Welcome aboard. I apologize for the brevity of your stay, but this ship serves, for now, only as a dock for your shuttle. Please, follow us. This transport will carry you to the surface, where all of the diplomats and leaders are gathering."

As each party boarded its Bullet the pilots asked the same three questions: do you enjoy feeling flight? would you like a tour of the planet, or just a taxi? and who's ready for a little fun? The pilots very much enjoyed high speed acrobatics, and feeling the G's was a feature that could be adjusted from full (which would likely kill most anyone) to none (which Kazecis found very boring), depending on the passengers. Given free reign they would all speed toward the surface and pull up at the last second, causing a fantastic tail of water to spurt up from the sea below and continue for hours, playing with other Bullets and enjoying the flight over the absolutely stunning landscape. These were some of the most qualified pilots Kazecistan had to offer. Eventually they would all land (the 'when' depending on passenger preference) in an underground runway hidden in the trees. A 30* slope took them down to the luxury town while force shields slowed their passage to a gentle stop where tractors guided them to a landing position an the rather large tarmac. Each of the pilots would bit them farewell and many thanks for the opportunity, reminding them that they could request him for any future flights as it was a pleasure.

A man stood waiting at the entrance to the air field, no guards accompanied him.

Commander Fujishima and Captain Harada entered the bullet and in reply to the questions answered "an orbit of the planet would be nice and we can both handle some level of G force"

when they eventually landed after letting the pilots have some fun both women smoothed out their skirts and dark red wrap over jackets. they had comm badges on but no weapons it being a diplomatic mission.

the black tall boots would certainly get them noticed but the alternate uniform was designed for practicality as well as style.

Both officers knew the ship was in good hands with the chief engineer Commander Keiko Onazuka minding the store.

The Transition from the shuttle to the Bullet went smoothly, sofar they had not questioned their Identities that had been provided by the Benefactors, how the Benefactors got the clearence and ID's from the nation Kaderba remains a mystery to them, they where told that they would beable to use them without fear however.


When the pilot of the 'Bullet' asked those three questioned the leader of the Team gave simple replies.

"Taxie only please, however you may...indulge yourself when flying..."

They got into their seats, neutral expressions on their faces and strapped in, they had no second thoughts about leaving the shuttle, it was donated by the Benefactors specificly for this mission, it had been modified to have a Kaderbaian Hyperdrive signiture and a Kaderbaian Transmission Array for covert operations, the modifications wher extremely well hidden so it'd take a long time for them to figure out it was not really a Kaderba Ship, by then they would be long gone back to their Planet which they simply call 'Paradise'...

"Pilot," replied Tyran Ansu, "I've flown starfighters since before you were born, and can endure nine G-loads without blacking out. You get me there as fast as this toy can fly."

OOC: Tyran and four guards, all in full Mandalorian battle armour for the occasion. All carry their own heavily-customised blaster pistols, and would object to these being removed except when in the presence of a high-risk assassination target such as Sir William.
I figured carrying rifles would be pushing my luck, sidearms only.

ooc: Not that you get to know this ICly without experimentation, but Sir William doesn't have many more safety precautions than any other Kazeci citizen, and your guns won't be taken unless you do something to warrant it. An assassination wouldn't be impossible, but it would mean your death and likely a war.

Also, Dark Initiates, Kazecistan has no reason to search your vessel, and so it won't. Unless somebody gets curious.... But that's up to how your characters act.

Ic: The pilots were delighted to be able to play. as each shared a destination and similar origin their journey was made together. Each knew the others by the insignia on the top and bottom of their craft, which they were allowed to customize. It was likely that the passengers would here them talking to and laughing with their buddies over the comms as they and their passengers streaked through the air at speeds which would tear apart most shuttles (void technology spared them the heat and friction of re-entry, leaving the large windows a clear view). Thick but harmless smoke trails apperated in their wake, one behind each of the (proportionately) massive engines. They spiralled and wove together as only they knew how. It did, however, have to end.
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The man waited for the rest of the guests to arrive before introducing himself. "I am Fred Garner, Mayor of this town, and, consequentially, of the planet and system too, as there is no larger habitation to warrant a higher title." He spoke in a friendly and informative tone, as an equal, his short stature didn't seem to influence the relationship he was building. "You may have guessed by now that this is not the Kazeci Second Homeworld. It is in fact the system, planet, and town of Teldar. It is a luxury getaway favored by the rich and very exclusive. For your visit there are no Kazecis here who aren't full time residents." He stepped backward and into a rail tram without looking away from the group, motioning for them to follow. "We certainly do hope you'll enjoy our accommodations. Please remember that there will always be a runner on-call for your every need. They all know the town very well and are willing to serve." He added the next part remembering that they didn't live in Kazecistan. "Runners are Kazecis in their first job, fresh out of education, it's a sudo-internship that pays the bills and gains them real-world experience. What you're in now is a tram car. They are the only non-foot means of transportation within the town. Above ground transportation ranges from speeders to Bullets to horses and sail boats. You'll each be put up in either one of the towers," He laughed at what he had just said- 'put up in a tower' as if they were prisoners in some fairy tale- that's not how he meant it though. "Your accommodations will either be in one of the tower penthouses or in the suits, which are below ground like most of any Kazeci city. The choice is yours, both accommodations are equally luxurious, but tower space is limited. Your runners will have any information you seek about just about anything, and will also inform you of state functions." The tram had been gliding along the ceiling rail and through the corridors for a while now, the start was so smooth it was easy to miss. "Here's where we'll be getting off. Your runners," he stepped off of the now creeping open-air tram and walked over to join a group of young Kazecis. They were dressed simply but clean cut and crisp. Each stood 'at-ease', straight with their hands behind their backs respectfully. "will take care of your needs from here. I must bid you all farewell now, as I have business to attend to, but I look forward to seeing you all again tonight." He then re-boarded the tram which took him back to the air field.

The disguised Assassins/Sabotures listened to the man, keeping in mind all the majorly important details, their Strike leader, Acrolyte Irith Persona, kept a pleseant Buracratic smile on his face even though he was planning several ways to assassinate this man before they left, although that was not their mission he was sure he could find a way to fit it into their plans...but fornow their mission was to kill the other delegates.

He looked to their...Runner and while continuing to smile he asked "Pardon me, but may we be shown to our quarters, for we are weary and would like to rest please."

An assassin he may be, but he still has manners...

Pendragon Complex

Emperor Nathan Hale Bridger (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/SeaQuestian%20Commonwealth/Character%20Pics/nbridger.jpg), the oldest SeaQuestian alive and perhaps the oldest being in the universe, well, one of them at least, was staring out of a window in one of the older sections of the generational complex at a new ship that was being finished in a near-by yard when two members of the civilian Triumvirate walked in, Jai'Lori'Talix'Natri, or Jai for short, and Roger Smith (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/SeaQuestian%20Commonwealth/Character%20Pics/Rogersmith.jpg). With Smith was his usual gynoid (OOC: Female form android) shadow, his assistant R. Dorothy Wayneright (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/SeaQuestian%20Commonwealth/Character%20Pics/dorothy04.jpg).

"Isn't she a beaut?" asked Bridger, refering to the ship he was watching, as he heard his two old friends enter.

"That she is, old friend," replied Jai.

The ancient, by the standards of many shorter-lived species, Draconian moved along side the SeaQuestian Emperor. His silver scales rustling as he moved.

Rodger, an Alteran like Bridger, said, "Is it true that each Triumvirate member is supposed to have one of our own?"

"Eventually," responded Bridger, "eventually."

"Speaking of which," Jai said, "how I let you talk me into letting them talk me into taking this job, I'll never know."

"You know why, you old lizard," said Rodger with a slight smile, "you are amoung our top magick users left and leader of the remaining Draconians."

Jai snorted and said in retort, "Bah! I still don't enjoy this politician crap."

"Meh," said Rodger with a shrug, "the price one pays keeping the nation from devolving into total anarcy."

"Agreed," replied Jai reluctantly.

As the two bantared back-and-forth, Bridger watched silently with a smirk.

Noting the Emperor's expression, Jai inquired, "I know that look. What is it this time?"

"We've picked up a transmission from a nation called Kazecistan," came the reply, "it contained an invitation to a little get together. I've decided to head on over, and you two are coming with me."

"But..." Jai began to protest.

"No buts, Jai," said Bridger, "you may even find yourself enjoying yourself there."

Jai shrugged in response. Well, that was what he technically did. It took one with experience with Draconians to recognize a few of their gestures for what they are as their reptilian bodies weren't built like many other species.

"One question, though," broke in Rodger, "just how are we going to get there?"

"On that," said Bridger gesturing out at the ship he was admiring earlier.

"The Triumvirate (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/SeaQuestian%20Commonwealth/Ships/featureshiptriumvir6xt.jpg) isn't ready yet!" protested Jai.

"She's ready enough for this mission," retorted Bridger.

Even though the ship in question was built like all modern SeaQuestian vessels, able to take one hell of a beating and still manage to stay in the fight alot longer than most other nation's ships, she still contained new and untested technologies as well as modified versions of tried-and-trued technology. That, combined with the fact that she had never left space dock before, and could just as easily blow up when her engines were powered up as move foward, made Jai a little cautious.

Several hours later...

The Triumvirate, first of her class and first of a planned foursome of ships of said class, was ready for depature. The two Triumvirs, Dorothy, and the Emperor were aboard and all docking clamps, restraints, and everything else holding her in place had long since been removed.

Bridge

"Alright, take us out slow. One-quarter foward thrust, helm."

"Aye, sir. One-quarter foward thrust."

The great ship slid foward for a few moments, before her engines sputtered and died. Drifting foward on momentum alone, her engineering crew dove back into their work trying to find and fix the problem.

The next day...

The engines had been repaired and tested. Apparently, someone had forgotten to close the emergency release valve on a plasma conduit after installing it.

Thus, the Triumvirate slid foward under her own power once more. Once a few light minutes distant from the Pendragon Complex, AG fields were focused and concentrated on a point in space allowing a Slip Portal to open in front of the ship. Diving in almost the instant it opened, she began her journey to the border of Kazeci space. The Slip Point closed almost instantly behind her.

OOC: I'll post the arrival in my next post.

the Kirisuban officers had taken a small case each of essentials and a change of uniform since they didn't know what to expect.

Now it looked like they would need them.

Captain Harada asked a young man if they could be lead to their suite, if there was any restaurants or places to see he could recommend and if kirisuban Obans in credit form were an acceptable currency.

As the 'Kaderban' (DI) delegation had not selected a Runner, the closest stepped forward, followed by enough others so that their number matched the party's. "Of course, where would you like to stay?"

The Kirisubans had made a choice however, and their runner was delighted. He laughed a bit at their question though. "You'll not be buying anything while you're here. It's all comp'ed courtesy of the Kazeci Government. Free for you. Most is for me too, as I work for the Government, I only spend credits for unnecessary luxuries. As to your suit, it's right this way." He lead them down another corridor, this one less than half as broad as the first. It still had a track on the ceiling, and space on the sides for pedestrians. "They're all essentially the same, though the floor plans differ. It's really up to where you'd like to be geographically." There were now numbered doors along both sides of the corridor at 25-40 meter intervals. He entered the one they indicated. "There are many restaurants here to please. KST dictates that lunch is coming up, there will be a state dinner tonight, a little late, so you'll definitely want to eat before then if you're hungry now. I personally recommend the Sky Line for your first meal here, it's got some of the best views available and a broad menu. Simply go back to where the tram dropped you off and cross to the other side of the corridor. Enter the elevator and go to the very top." He noticed the size of their luggage, suspecting that there was some compression technology at work, but he couldn't be certain. "The conference is of indignant length, several days for sure, bet we hope you'll enjoy our hospitality longer. There are field wash facilities for objects and people, they are quite harmless and effective, don't fear them. Directions are provided with them. The closets also have a supply of varied Kazeci garments, should you wish to use them they are yours. Everything you should need is here, I'll be around whenever you need me via these comms badges."

The 'Ambassador' merely shrugged at the runner.

"I am afriad i am unfamiliar with the places of rest of this world, i will trust your judgement, but not too comfortable please..."

The Kirisubans decided to share a suite and after unpacking their case and spare uniform looked through the closet. they also accept the extra comm badges from the runner.

they found some nice dresses in their size and planned to wear them later.

once the runner has left and Captain Harada had got his name for future reference she hit her comm badge and hailed the Kagemusha keeping them up to date with developments as she spoke in kirisuban.

she pondered asking for the ivory dress jackets but decided instead on the ivory kimonos for the formal dinner.

with dinner a fair while away they get changed into the dresses, one red and one dark blue and they head to the Skyline restaurant while the 3rd officer makes the arrangements to get their dress uniforms to them.

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Commander Keiko Onazuka, currently in command of the Kagemusha had packaged up the two kimonos and sent a comm signal to their hosts asking if they could collect two parcels and deliver them to their Captain and XO.

"its their dress uniforms for tonight and the ceremonial daggers that go with them" she adds.

"Just take us to our quarters," ordered Tyran, "and have a meal prepared. I have no desire for sightseeing."

As the runner led the Mandalorians through the streets of the Kazeci town, Tyran saw several other delegations being led in the direction of the commercial district. He and his guards were not used to the luxury offered by the Kazeci authorities, and all felt ill at ease. Worse still was the burden of the Republic's history with these people, and the five felt tense as they followed their guide towards the designated hab building.

"They're all quite luxurious, but as you don't seem to have a preference, why don't we stay below?" He took them to the first suit on the left in the same corridor as the Kirisubans, giving all the same relevant information.

The SkyLine was atop the tallest high rise on the planet and open air, or so it seemed. Here, like every other high rise, there were force shields reducing wind speed to a gentle breeze and keeping pedestrians safe. None of the runners would be found here, it was far to expensive and that was evident by the lavish layering of style to the entire deck. The center of the restaurant was a very large gazebo, underneath which the kitchen, bar, and just under half of the seating lay. One could see clear across from edge to edge, which were without rails or obstruction. What made the restaurant its money, however, was what lay over that edge. It always made first timers gasp. One had a view of the whole area for kilometers and kilometers around.

It was a pristine environment, not a blemish on it, just as nature intended. Great mountains soared to the north and provided snowy peaks for sports and a stunning view from the town. The far Northwest held a glacier which made for more sport, and acted as a visual 'book end' for the mountain range. South of that grassy fields and flowering meadows covered the slow and rolling hillsides. From all across the South one could take in the deciduous forest, just starting to change colors in honor of the fall season. The west brought Garner's personal favorite view; that of the sea. It was deep and dark only in the distance. Near the white sand shore it was a gorgeous light teal that mingled out in swirls with the medium sea blue which made the span out toward the reef. There the colors reversed back to the teal and switched yet again on the way further out to sea, fading and melding with the deep navy on the horizon which was only interrupted by a small green island in the Southwest. Right now its surface was nearly glass smooth. Between the mountains and the sea there was no boundary, simply a sheer cliff. The sea was rougher up there too, it was a different kind of beauty. Looking directly down one realized just how high they were, 260 meters above the ground, exaggerated by the angle. The powder blue sky above had a precious few clouds which each were thick and puffy.

The menus were not like normal menus, they were normal for Kazecistan, but not for most of the Galaxy. Each was a list of available ingredients, sorted by type, and degrees of cooking. They were to be mixed and matched as the customer liked, creating the most desirable meal possible.

The Mandalorians received their wishes, courtesy of a disappointed runner. He didn't much expect to be needed and so retired to his much smaller quarters, forgoing his lunch plans with the others at the staff cafeteria.

Space:
"Your request is, of course, granted. Passage between the surface and your vessel is available at any time and for any reason." And so a pilot took the priority package to the surface, meeting the appropriate runner and passing it on. A polite knock signalled his entry into what he knew would be an empty suite. He left the package in the foyer with a short note and departed.

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The system was quiet, aside from one or two bullets running ferry missions this way and that. Now, however, a massive energy signature began in open space. In an instant it was over, the jump was complete in the blink of an eye. The energy signature was replaced with a Kazeci flagship. Not just any flagship, the flagship, K.N.V. WarKat. Yes, there were others, but this one currently bore The Leader of the Second Galactic Dominion of Kazecistan, Sir William Lockhart, Supreme High Councilor of Kazecistan. A lengthy title indeed. Prominent members aboard included, (obviously) Sir Lockhart, Commander Alexander Ferzly (the ship's captain), General Steel Barid (foremost military strategist in Kazecistan), and Guen Loung (Master Diplomat). It birthed 10 Bullets and blinked away, devoid of its passengers.

Each bullet carried an equal number of passengers, fourteen, but two held high-priority personal, the rest were soldiers and aides. Their pace toward the surface was not by any means leisurely, and the swarm of Light Drone Fighters (LDF) dispatched from various carriers in the system were hard pressed to keep pace, despite their small size and military purpose. Upon arrival all departed their transports and boarded the trams which were waiting for them. They had a few hours to settle in and await the last of the guests' arrival.

The Triumvirate twisted and turned through the Slip Corrider. Banking and weaving, her pilot was carefully flying her to their destination while keeping bare millimeters between the hull and the strings around them at the closest.
"The strings around here are kinda of thin," commented Jai as he watched the convultuing passage through Slipstream on a bridge monitor alongside Rodger, Dorothy, and Bridger.
"As they should be," remarked Bridger, "according to our information, no nation in this area uses Slipstream like we do, so, like every other infrequently traveled routes, they are thin. The more times this route is used, the thicker they'll get."
"How you fit all that information in that skull of yours, Bridger," joked Rodger, "I'll never know."
"I would explain it," responded Bridger with a smile, "but I doubt you would understand the subtle nuances."
"I wouldn't doubt it," laughed Rodger.
"Sorry to interrupt, sirs," called out the pilot, "but we are nearing our destination and are about to transit out of Slipstream. Better brace yourselves."
As the four SeaQuestians gripped tight holds on parts of railing or other places to brace themselves, the ship's A.I. sounded an warning klaxon throughout the ship informing the rest of the crew to do the same. Moments later, the Triumvirate jolted as she emerged back into Real Space on the edge of Kazeci territory as defined in the message.
"Send out the signal," ordered Bridger.
"Aye, sir."
Broadcast on open frequencies in the Universal Standard Language (OOC: English), a message was sent into Kazeci space informing them that a ship carrying representives of the nation of SeaQuest had arrived in response to their invitation message.

Like the rest they were escorted by an overwhelmingly large patrol group to the Kazeci system Teldar, where they were brought into parking position by tugs and held there. Their representatives were flown to the surface, given a welcoming speech by Mayor Garner, and shown to their quarters of choice by their runners. So far, everything was cookie-cutter repetitive.

The 'Ambassador' and his 'Guards' followed the Runner and when they got to the suit the Ambassador turned to the Runner, giving the Runner a warm friendly smile he gave a short bow.

"Thank you, these will do nicely friend, might i ask a question about the other delegates?"
He wanted some information about who he was assigned to kill, if possible where they where quartered, but this young man did not need to know that...

The 'Guards' who where all as Human as the 'Ambassador' walked inside and started to screen for survaillence devices while the 'Ambassador' basicly pumped the Runner for information about the others...

The runner knew only what he remembered from reading incomplete Kazeci files on their guests' represented nations from before the war. The information was so out dated and incomplete, not to mention non-topical to their goal, as to be of no use.

As to surveillance devices, only basic scanners swept the rooms of the suite and those were to know location and physical health, nothing more. Disabling them would require destruction of Kazeci property to even get at them through the ceilings. That wouldn't met kindly at all.

After he was dismissed the runner went to his officer and reported the strange questioning. This was the first sine for suspicion and didn't warrant any action other than an increased watch.

"Greetings to the Kazeci, I am Ourun; Zealot of the Hourglass Master. How does the sand flow?" He said into a sphere of slowly melting violet, gazing onward into its depths with a stare from empty eye sockets.

He was standing above the pedestal in which the purple sphere was situated, in a dark and vast square room. Shadows were born, danced, and died along the walls from the flickering light shards that lined the stone walls of the Zealot's Shrine.

Massive stone pillars support a sharply sloping roof. A temple longer than it was wide, was affixed atop a foundation of black stone bricks that acted as steps into the building. There was no facade signaling the existence of what would surely be a magnificent door emblazoned by shimmering gems, like those that stained the black canvas of space in which the temple traveled.

Behind this door was that same dim room, with a simple slab floor of granite and a ceiling that expanded up into the depths of infinity. The steel pedestal was erected in the middle of this room, in front of a simple wood chair apparently adjoined with the floor.

Ourun was once sitting in that chair, staring lazily at the slowly melting orb of purple ice with the caverns that once beheld eyes under the simple black hood of his simple black robe, fastened over his simple black tunic. Then it began to melt faster, and also started to glisten more strongly in the faint light, indicating he had just arrived where the Hourglass Master had desired.

Shuffling over quickly to the orb, rubbing thin wrinkled fingers over the cold, moist surface. He spoke his words with a voice tainted by a menacing tone of ominousness; dark as it was deep. And then waited, simply waited for a response from the Kazeci that the Master had bid him to reach.

After getting no information of use he nodded to the runner and stepped into their quarters and shut the door behind them, one of the other assassins walked up to him and whispered.

"There are only standard security devices, nothing that can record our actions or voices, only health and location in the room."

The 'Ambassador' nodded and all the Assassins gathered around and they discussed their plans and observations, the Strike Team leader started it off.

"Alright, we are inside, my questioning of the Runner might increase suspicion of us so keep an eye out for any extra guards, Initiate Lore, what is your observations?"

This was the assassine on his right, a younger man around 18 years of age who had joined the Cult out of desperation for a focus in his life, they had molded the man into a killing machine and he was very observent.

"As we came in i noticed that the fleet size was quite high in numbers, this would make our escape quite difficult once the plan has been initiated..."

The Assassin to his left, a Acrolyte named 'Holzt', a man in his 30's with much experience spoke next.

"The guards around here will not pose a significant threat to us, however there may be other security measures that we are not aware of and so we must tread carefully, while we may be the Masters of Teras Kasi, we are still mortal..."

The other assassines did not commend so the 'Ambassador' spoke next.

"The Guards of this world will not be a problem for out martial skills, but the guards of that Mandalorian Ambassador will be quite a problem, their skill is equal if not slightly better then our own, therefore we should kill the guards when they wander off alone then go for the ambassador, the other ambassadors will not be too much of a problem, it's the Mandalorians we got to worry about, we will rest fornow and tomarrow we will put the plan into action."

With that most of them went to their beds and slept, one stayed awake standing guard just incase right by the door, he was in a chair, his legs crossed over eachother seemingly relaxed, his eyes where shut and breathing was slow, but this was only a cover, for he was quite awake and would strike at anything that came through the door...

Like the rest they were escorted by an overwhelmingly large patrol group to the Kazeci system Teldar, where they were brought into parking position by tugs and held there. Their representatives were flown to the surface, given a welcoming speech by Mayor Garner, and shown to their quarters of choice by their runners. So far, everything was cookie-cutter repetitive.

OOC: I was planning on getting at least another post out of that with a few hang-ups along the way, but meh. We'll just say they happened, but 'between-the-lines' as they say.
In the interest of speeding things up, I'm just going to Fluid Time it until all of my characters (guards included) are in the room assigned.

IC: After Rodger, Bridger, Jai, Dorothy, and two Mulian guards were all in the room assigned to them, Rodger gave the Runner a tip.
In the meantime, Dorothy, with her internal senser blockers running, making her appear as a void on the Kazeci scanners. She also activated limited ECMs around the other SeaQuestians in the room. It wasn't that the Kazeci weren't trusted, it was more that due to their positions, and various technological and biological alterations, certain security procautions would have to apply. She then found a computer interface and accessed any and all information she could.
Bridger, on the other hand, walked out on the balcony and sat in the Lotus position. With his eyes closed, it appeared he was meditating. In fact, however, he was letting his body rest while his mind wandered far and wide. He made a concious(sp?) effort to avoid any areas in his 'mental' wonderings of the planet that looked like they were secured and no open to the public.
The Mulian guards took up positions near the main entrance to the suite. If it weren't for the feathered wings sprouting from their backs, they could easily pass for humans to the casual inspection.

The suite was spartan, hastily converted to Mandalorian tastes. A small antechamber led into a spacious living area, with two seperate sleeping quarters. Tyran recieved the larger of the two rooms, with his guards electing two sentries among themselves to sleep on the floor of the main chamber.

As the guards prepared their beds, a pair of Kazec servants arrived with five plates of Spiceloaf (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Spiceloaf) and a bottle of well-aged Mandalorian wine (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Mandalorian_wine). The five ate, and a third servant entered the room with a generously-sized Uj'alayi[/I] (][I) cake, which was greeted by rumbling approval by the now amicable Mandalorians. Tyran dismissed the servants, but not before pressing a cluster of golden Republic Denarii into their palms. Republican coins were well regarded for their purity, and the gift was generous.

The group retired to their respective sleeping quarters and settled down for the night. Despite the enjoyable evening meal and hospitality, none of the Mandalorians disregarded their earlier instincts, and blasters were kept well within reach as they slept.

ooc: Hey, sorry bout that, I actually wanted to see that third post, but It didn't look like it was coming the way you ended number 2. Sorry. You're welcome to edit it in and I can delete.

Ic: The Joranhorian's message received an unsought response. "The sand does not flow. Sand blows, falls, and piles, but never flows as the water. Further, movement is relative. Now, if you'd please follow your escort to your final destination."

Apparently KST was off from the other delegates' time standards, as lunch had just been completed and they awaited a state dinner in some hours before the Kazecis would sleep.

Those runners who received tips were overwhelmingly gracious, as they were seen as unwarranted gifts. Technically they shouldn't have taken them, but refusing gifts or, worse, returning them, was likely to cause problems.

Sir William departed the tram while it was still moving, simply stepping onto stable ground and walking to his final destination. Each of the others in the very important party followed, each to extravagant rooms in a high rise toward the west side of the town. Their guards were quartered with the police, on the lowest residential floor in the town.
"Will you be needing anything else before the dinner?" John asked.
"No, no I don't think so." Sir William responded, catching the boy as he began to veer away. "Where are you going?" he inquired.
"To my quarters, then off to meet with some of the other runners here. I know a few via the net and it's always good to make friends."
"No you don't. You're coming with me."
"Wha? But you said you didn't need me!" John protested.
"You'll need to drop off our bags, won't you?"
"Well, yes." he admitted. "Wait, our bags?"
"You're staying in a suite as well." The puzzled look on hes face was met with further explanation. "I never know when I may need you around, and think how popular you'll be with a suite! Maybe even entertain a girl?" He hinted, jokingly. John pretended to be appalled, this was a business trip! The idea of entertaining his friends was appealing though, and the suite couldn't be a let down. After dropping off the bags he hurried down to where the rest of the runners were staying.
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"...and he did it!" They all burst out laughing at the character's stupidity. Suddenly John was distracted, however. "Who's she?" he whispered in awe, breaking the tone of the conversation.
"The mayor's daughter, Sara Garner. Why?"
"She's so-" He trailed off.
Another of the runners cut in. "He's in love!" They all laughed as his cheeks reddened.
"Am not!" He sputtered. "She's just-" he faltered again. "gorgeous!"
"-and you'd like to spend the rest of your life with her making lots and lots of babies?" Another finished.
"NO!"
This time he nearly shouted and she turned her head to see who had made the loud objection. John immediately hid his face, turning away and standing behind members of the group. When she was satisfied that there was nothing to see besides a rowdy group's antics, she turned away and left, seeking the gardens for some quiet. He went out the other door immediately, followed by cruel laughs and one friend who he had known on the net for a long time. Once they had fled a safe distance, Greg (bluefourty-two as he was known on the net) spoke in amazement. "Man, she's the Mayor's daughter!"
"I know that!" John snapped back. "And why does that stop me from liking her?" he demanded.
"Well, you're aims are high."
"But not impossible. And to resist that flowing red hair, along with her perfect skin and the way her eyes just seem to-" he descended into the babbling love-struck youth of classic tails while he described her to his friend, who agreed wholeheartedly that she was attractive but didn't see a way for him to win her over, saying, "It's going to be difficult." Sir William, whom he approached very timidly, was open to the idea and Suggested flowers, Irises and Lilies to be exact, and with grasses and Bluebells to finish it off. The town florist knew immediately that Sir Lockhart had given him this advice, for he had many a time ordered just that bouquet for his wife, whom was currently in some far off reach of Kazecistan doing research. She also knew the girl, and traded the white flowers for yellow accordingly.

All now waited for the dinner to begin, some hoping that any stragglers would arrive soon so as not to miss the introductory ceremony.

the Kirisuban officers went to the resturant, got a nice meal and then returned to their suite to get a rest and a shower before the formal dinner.

by now their formal kimonos had arrived and the foot long straight dagger that went with them.

Rodger could tell from the Runner's uncounsious physical reaction to the tip indicated that it was not a general practice for people in that position. Logging that information away, he watched as the youth rushed off before heading over to see what Dorothy was up to.
Now that they had a planet-side base to operate from, they also had co-ordinates the transporters of the Triumvirate could lock on to. Thus, Jai had fresh changes of clothing beamed down for everyone. Of course, the ship's A.I. did clear it with the Kazeci before complying with the reptilian Triumvir's orders. Now all they had to do was keep busy until the get together the Kazeci's had planned later. Jai smirked as he thought about the reaction these closed off 'humans' would get when they got a good look at his reptilian form.

A knife sat on the table of a penthouse building. Outwardly, it was a fairly ordinary thing, a hand span or so in length with a blade that was inefficiently divided down the centreline. Studs decorated its guard, and the light gleamed slightly from its hilt.

“I could probably find a few things out,” Anárion was saying.

Melanie frowned, and put her hand on the dagger, “No, I forbid it,” she snapped. “Keep your cloak and dagger,” she frowned at the unconscious reference, “stuff to yourself. Nothing untoward has happened, and nothing is going to happen…”

“I suppose not,” he sighed, “best get ready for this banquet…”

“Yes, indeed,” she said.

When the Assassins awoke they looked to eachother and nodded, it was time to go for their primary Target, Sir Williams, they know from their briefing that he would be in one of the suits once he arrived, they got up from their bunks, the Assassin by the door standing up and brushing his robes off.

They gathered around once again and the 'Ambassador' was the only one to speak.

"Comrades, know that we might die, but we die in the name of the Prophet and the Benefactors, Sir William will be attending the Formal Dinner with the rest of the delegates, we will attack then and try to kill as many as we can before we are killed ourselves, if captured then you must ingest the poison vials hidden in the sole of your boots, the identity of who we are and where we came from must remain secret, Glory to the almighty Chaos and the Dark Side."

With that they waited by the door for their runners to bring them to the dinner when it was ready, although they did not have weapons they where Masters of the Martial Art called 'Teras Kasi'...a powerful art...and extremely deadly in their hands...

ooc: I'm really sorry guys, I've been really busy with school starting recently. I'll try to put together a post over the next few days, and submit it as soon as I get time.

ooc: Okay, I'm 'back.' Feel free to arrive at the banquet after this post, the important Kazecis will be fashionably late by a few minutes.

Dark Initiates, while I'll entertain your assassination attempts as It'll make for good story from my characters, I do ask that you wait until the night is waining, so as not to crash the event too early- we do have other business to conduct. If you'd like an IC reason, your characters wanted their last meal to be enjoyed.

Ic: Each of the representatives was met with their runner(s). Each was very well dressed in expensive suits and shoes, among other things. "Have you enjoyed our hospitality thus far? Have you taken the opportunity to enjoy our amenities yet? Remember that we offer nearly any form of entertainment you can imagine free of charge as well as anything else that will allow you to enjoy yourself to the fullest. You should really enjoy this, a twilight state banquet in the beautiful silvan setting offered just to the south. It'll have a tone of food, private chefs, a chance to get to know everybody else around and enjoy the night. Every body's going to be there, Sir William Lockhart himself and many others in high places." They were visibly excited at the opportunity, they knew that they would get to partake in the event's full luxury like the guests.

The clearing was separated from the sea shore by a sparse line of winter fruiting trees, so each was covered in blooms of white, blue, and purple. There were more of them scattered throughout the Forrest, but most of the foliage was preparing to drop for the winter, changing colors so that everywhere one looked was a mosaic of fall colors. One could hear the sea gently massaging the fine black sand beach. The sun was still above the horizon. The clearing itself was large enough for many guests, as it would need to be, and only had a few trees within it. the grassy floor was mostly exposed, though ornate tables, chairs, and counters, which all blended into the environment, covered parts. This peace was broken only somewhat when the first of the caterers began to arrive. The orchestra's practicing changed the feel, but not too much. They would be playing in the background all night. All was made ready for the historic event and soon its guests would arrive and make it what it would be.

When the Assassins awoke they looked to eachother and nodded, it was time to go for their primary Target, Sir Williams, they know from their briefing that he would be in one of the suits once he arrived, they got up from their bunks, the Assassin by the door standing up and brushing his robes off.

They gathered around once again and the 'Ambassador' was the only one to speak.

"Comrades, know that we might die, but we die in the name of the Prophet and the Benefactors, Sir William will be attending the Formal Dinner with the rest of the delegates, we will attack then and try to kill as many as we can before we are killed ourselves, if captured then you must ingest the poison vials hidden in the sole of your boots, the identity of who we are and where we came from must remain secret, Glory to the almighty Chaos and the Dark Side."

With that they waited by the door for their runners to bring them to the dinner when it was ready, although they did not have weapons they where Masters of the Martial Art called 'Teras Kasi'...a powerful art...and extremely deadly in their hands...

OOC: @Kazecistan: Sorry for the delay. Almost forgot I was in this thread. My bad.
@Dark Initiates: Hope you don't mind, but Bridger found your characters an interesting observation during his, well, I guess you can call it a form of 'Spiritwalking'.

IC: Bridger had stumbled upon the Dark Initiates in their quarters on his way back to his physical form. With a slight mental chuckle, he listened, watched, and learned (OOC: Basically, he stumbled on you, in a non-corporeal sense at the point in the quoted post (don't worry, I won't have him spoil your fun, though do expect him to have faster reaction time than everyone else because he knew and expected it). He eventually tired of waiting and watching them wait around for the get together that night, so he continued back to his physical body. He opened his physical eyes with plenty of time to spare for him to get read before the Runner arrived for the escort to the event.

Fluid Time Later...

The SeaQuestian party was ready a few minutes before the Runner arrived.
Bridger had switched from his standard uniform like outfit, which he wore for convience during his work, for more formal robes. While not flamboyant and flashy like many other people in his position would wear, they served their purpose and suited his tastes just fine.
Jai decided to go with a more casual look. Custom designed for Draconians, the pants and vest fit smoothly around his wings and tail.
Rodger, on the other hand, wore one of his usual black suits. The white dress shirt and black tie with an off-center white pinstripe went well with his usual ensamble.
Dorothy opted for a formal dress made of crushed velvet that was so dark purple, it looked black in some lights at certain angles.
The four answered the Runner's questions politely. The fact they welcomed the Kazeci hospitality was made clear, but it was also mentioned that SeaQuestian higher ups weren't ones to treat themselves any better than the citizens that looked to them for guidance.
In a rare display of power, Bridger opened a Fold that led to the clearing the event was being held in.
At the Runner's expression, he explained, with a slightly humerous tone, "I felt like making an entrance. So sue me."
He laughed and gestured for the Runner to procede him through the fissure like Fold. He still had a bemused smile on his face as the Fold closed behind him.

OOC: The Fold Bridger made is a simple version of a magickally created portal (a more advanced version can traverse realities or even time, instead of the simple space fold mentioned here). He could have opened the Route Of Ages, but a Fold is easier to work with and much easier to transverse properly while winding up where and when you want to.