Conference of Non-Aligned Nations (Open Character RP, MT-PMT) [Archive]

Bretton

11-10-2006, 08:27

Brettonian Ministry of Information
Official Announcement

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Official propaganda music! (http://malikcarr.googlepages.com/12Z.W.P.A.mp3)

While the Brettonian Fortress State has historically maintained a non-interventionalist attitude towards the problems of this world, and thus pursued a non-aligned position, recent developments have forced our hand, as it were.

During our past conflicts with the myraid four- and five-letter acronym "alliances," we have noted a great potential for the abuse of power that collectivist thinking and organization brings. Recently, the Theocracy of Blainesville has exposed the going-ons (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=501718) of one particularly heinous group, the Global Alliance of Sovereign Nations (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=477689). This organization, which is little more than a mob of socialist collectives masquerading as a force for "the peace and tranquility which we long for so dearly," has shown its true colors in the form of strong-arming Blainesville's just and right accusations of their horrible behind-the-scenes activities.

The Brettonian people will no longer stand by and take an idle stance as these alliances cause further pain and suffering throughout the world. It is to we, the non-aligned nations of the world, that must stand up to the violence and oppression of the groupthinking GASNs of the world.

For those of you who still have the will think on your own and see the crimes of these collectives, Brettonia is organizing a conference to discussion what is to be done to face this ever-growing stain on our world. None who believe in the right of self-determination will be turned away.

UPDATE:Thank you to all who have stated an intention to attend. As of this time we are no longer accepting new attendees except under special circumstances.

Attendees: As planned, the conference shall take place on 18 October. Please send your delegation via aircraft to coordinates 74°24′15.88″S, 54°27′06.45″W by 1200 GMT.

The following conference regulations must be obeyed at all times and will be strictly enforced:

Maximum transport aircraft wingspan 44 meters.
No more than twelve attendees per registrant nation.
Security details are permitted; this includes firearms.
No explosives shall be brought aboard (i.e. hand grenades, artillery shells, MANPADS elements, etc).
All accomodations will be provided. However, attendees may provide their own devices if desired.
Any and all persons, equipment and material are subject to inspection at any time and for any reason.
Attendees may not leave the premesis until the formal closure of the conference.
All conference proceedings are classified information until further notice. By attending, you are agreeing to a binding nondisclosure agreement until such time.

We look forward to your attendance.

Aralonia

11-10-2006, 09:32

[FROM THE DESK OF ARCHON DONED HOPKINS]
[THE NONAGON, NEW SARIS, SARIS CONTROL ZONE, NORTHERN ARALONIA]

What the hell. We of Aralonia are also slightly annoyed with the various hypocritical alliances of the world, and would be delighted to send one of our delegates to meet with you on this matter.

I personally only hope that this can bring security to this world.

[signed with a flourish]

Axis Nova

14-10-2006, 00:08

Communique, Office of Foreign Affairs

Greetings to our Brettonian comrades! We shall indeed send someone to your conferece. Catering's on us!

The Aeson

14-10-2006, 00:19

Official Aesonic Communique

The Holy Confederacy of New Aeson (Foreign Affairs Department) would like to point out, that while the Theocracy of Blainesville did indeed bring forth a wide range of outlandish accusations, what they failed to do was provide anything that could in any way be misconstrued as proof.

Czardas

14-10-2006, 00:25

Official Message to Bretton from the Czardaian Ministry of Foreign Affairs

... You know, for once, we agree with you.

Unfortunately, as most of our top officials are very busy at the moment, partly due to our ongoing conflict against the forces of APOC (an alliance composed mainly of Fascists or Absolute Capitalists, which are the same thing -- both equate to collectivism in the end), so the only person we have available to send to a conference would be General Adrian Longleaf. He may not be a member of the Foreign Office, but he's well trained in diplomacy via several surrender negotiations, he wears a shiny uniform, and can he mix a martini!

Er, ahem, anyway... try not to see Longleaf's presence as a thread of military activity or anything, ok? We just needed someone to send and he was the only one who had the time and was willing to go.

~ Kari Alhoun, Czardaian Foreign Minister

Franberry

14-10-2006, 00:59

Official Message from the Ministry of Foreign Relations and Trade of the Socialist Sultanate Duchydom of Franberry

We, the representatives in the foreign field, of the people of the Socialist Sultanate Duchydom of Franberry, would be thrilled to attend your little box social. The MFRTSSDF will send Grand Ambassador Boxano Pompbacho, who is extremely experienced in the diplomatic field, along with a rather unessesarily large entourage.

We hope to do our best to impose our beliefs on others.

With the upmost respect,

Georgiano Bluthi,

Foreign Minister of the Socialist Sultanate Duchydom of Franberry, High Lord of Diplomancy, Grand White Knight of the Order of Larcano, Holder of the High Diplomatic Scripture, Lord of Exterior Relations, and Supreme Wamma-Ganna of Kooblo

Bretton

14-10-2006, 01:00

Izistan

14-10-2006, 01:01

[*MinForeignNet*]
[:send: declarationofinterest.rar]
[:sent!:]
[:unpacking...]

From: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Izistan City, Izistan.

We would gladly dispatch a Izistani delegate to this conference, if only to increase our relations with the attending nations.

The Aeson

14-10-2006, 01:10

The Holy Confederacy of New Aeson would like to inquire if it would be permitted to send a delegate, in order to present the case of the GASN, or if the esteemed Brettonian government would prefer to simply act on the basis of their own assumptions.

Ackistan

14-10-2006, 01:20

Greetings from the Republic of Ackistan!

Our nation is interested in sending a delegate to your conference. As our nation in located near Blainesville and The World Soviet Party, wars are frequently fought in close proximity to our nation. We have found these alliances willing to threaten, harass, and violate our sovereign rights whenever it seems convenient to do so.

We have a number of grievances against GASN, which we wish to discuss, which include:

- Violation of our airspace
- Nuclear weapons being detonated near our borders
- Proliferation of nuclear weapons to reckless nations
- Harassment of our civilian shipping

Please keep us informed as to when and where this conference will take place.

Best wishes,
Angelina Whittaker
Secretary of State

Piebotia

14-10-2006, 01:31

Message from the Piebotic Foreign Affairs Board, Stamped with the Pieminister's Official Seal (A duck)

The Piebotic Diplomats would love to make show at your soiree. Once we find out date and location, we will make haste to attend.

Yours Respectfully,

Ghengis Jones

Secretary to the Pieminister

The World Soviet Party

14-10-2006, 01:36

Bretton

14-10-2006, 01:43

Official Diplomatic Communique
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From: The World Soviet Party Goverment, UCN Governing Council, GASN Lower Council
To: The World, Anyone Interested, Bretton

TWSP, being both a GASN member and Co-Founder of the Union of Communist Nations, requests permit to send an observer and delegate to inform us on the purpose and topics discussed in these meetings.

The Holy Confederacy of New Aeson would like to inquire if it would be permitted to send a delegate, in order to present the case of the GASN, or if the esteemed Brettonian government would prefer to simply act on the basis of their own assumptions.

Response:

Presently, the form of this conference is only open to non-aligned nations. We shall inform any interested parties if there is a change of form before the conference is held.

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All non-aligned noticees:

Presently, we are setting a tentative conference date of 18 October. Mark your calendars/planners/to-do lists; further information to follow.

Vrak

14-10-2006, 01:53

To: Brettonian Ministry of Information
From: The Vrak Ministry of Rites
Subject: Non-alignment conference

We would like to send a team of delegates to this conference since we tend to view these sanctimonous alliances as a possible threat to Vrak and perhaps the rest of the Federated Klatchian Coast.

Signed

[The Great Seal of The Ministry of Rites]

Siap

14-10-2006, 02:05

The Community wishes to send a delegate to this conference. Historically, we have been almost completely free of any major alliance, and are currently restrained by none. Philosophically, we feel all nations should be afforded the right to self-determination, and we have stood against this budding form of tyrrany.
~Alex Connor
Speaker, The Community of Siap

The Gupta Dynasty

14-10-2006, 02:10

[OOC: Why not? Mark me down as attending. Got to run right now - I'll get a decent IC post up hopefully by tomorrow. Till then, this thread is subscribed.]

Ackistan

14-10-2006, 17:17

Response:

Presently, the form of this conference is only open to non-aligned nations. We shall inform any interested parties if there is a change of form before the conference is held.

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All non-aligned noticees:

Presently, we are setting a tentative conference date of 18 October. Mark your calendars/planners/to-do lists; further information to follow.

OOC: Will you be creating another thread on the 18th?

Carloginias

14-10-2006, 17:23

I am really new at this game, but I would like to attend.. (I know how to text rp) And could you tell me where Blainesville is? Erm which Earth or w/e or can someone from any Earth attend?

Ackistan

14-10-2006, 17:43

OOC: Blainesville uses real life Switzerland as his territory.

Czardas

14-10-2006, 18:25

ooc Ok Malik. I just want Longleaf to survive Armaggedon over in Czardas, as I have plans for him in the future... so I'll just make a note and deploy him over on the 18th then.

Pity I can't get on mIRC much anymore... that would have sorted things like this out.../ooc

Cravan

14-10-2006, 21:47

Allanea

16-10-2006, 06:39

The United States of Allanea will happily send a diplomat to this conference.

Under order AS-434-B of the President, the diplomat will be excluded from uniform duty.

Mercenary Soldiers

16-10-2006, 20:47

OOC: As a mercenary nation, and consequently an avid war roleplayer, I'd be happy to send someone over to attend your little shin-dig. I take it Czardas will be providing the martinis?

Bretton

17-10-2006, 01:41

OOC: Let's hope! Also, welcome aboard or something.

Bretton

18-10-2006, 05:33

OOC: I've posted this to the front page as well.

UPDATE:Thank you to all who have stated an intention to attend. As of this time we are no longer accepting new attendees except under special circumstances.

Attendees: As planned, the conference shall take place on 18 October. Please send your delegation via aircraft to coordinates 74°24′15.88″S, 54°27′06.45″W by 1200 GMT. Aircraft from the Brettonian Air Force will see your men in from there.

The following conference regulations must be obeyed at all times and will be strictly enforced:

Maximum transport aircraft wingspan 44 meters.

No more than twelve attendees per registrant nation.

Security details are permitted; this includes firearms.

No explosives shall be brought aboard (i.e. hand grenades, artillery shells, MANPADS elements, etc).

All accomodations will be provided. However, attendees may provide their own devices if desired.

Any and all persons, equipment and material are subject to inspection at any time and for any reason.

Attendees may not leave the premesis until the formal closure of the conference.

All conference proceedings are classified information until further notice. By attending, you are agreeing to a binding nondisclosure agreement until such time.

We look forward to your attendance.

Vrak

18-10-2006, 06:36

-Interesting details is it not?
-Indeed. And I thought we were paranoid. I am not so sure on the detail about not leaving the conference until it is over.
-It does pose a security concern, true. But unlike many nations of the world, I’m certain that we can control our emotions.
-Do we know who all the attendees are?
-Not as yet. But we can make some educated guesses as to who will not be there. Still, we are on a fact seeking mission. Our representative will not be conferred treaty signing powers.
-That is our way. Still, I think we may need to send in more heavily armed personnel just because of that one clause.
-You worry too much.
-It is my job to consider possible scenarios and to maximize the safety of our personnel. Thus, I am authorizing a two full Ship gunin of SOATs along with handlers. Also, a skeletal diplomatic retinue will go. One bodyguard and one rep.
-But they only say 12 in attendance.
-Yes, of course. Half will stay on the transport. The rest will accompany our man.
-Fair enough. But don’t you think this could be construed as provocative?
-12 in attendance. The ones on the plane will stay on the plane. I have half a mind to sent along a stalker team but they will not fit on a single transport.
-Very well. I shall signal our arrival while you take care of the details.

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To: Brettonian Ministry of Information
From: The Vrak Ministry of Rites
Re: Conference

Please be informed that our diplomatic staff will arrive by hypersonic transport. Our team shall include one diplomatic rep, one diplomatic bodyguard, and 10 security personnel. We look forward to this conference. May Bok find favour in this meeting.

Signed

[The Great Seal of the Vrak Ministry of Rites]

Siap

18-10-2006, 06:44

The Community is sending ten representatives, with Ambassador T. Corbett Chauniér as the primary speaker. They shall be arriving via a Gulfstream V shortly.

~Margot Sinclair
Foreign Service Office

Franberry

19-10-2006, 01:08

OOC- short post, doing bigger, more important things

*cleans ear*

IC-

Franberry can send a delegation to this little hoe-down. It will consist of the following (wich comply with regulation):

2x FAF-12 Transport Aircraft

2x Diplomats
6x Security Detail
4x Additional Staff

Aralonia

19-10-2006, 02:45

[THE NONAGON, NEW SARIS, SARIS CONTROL ZONE, NORTHERN ARALONIA]

“Well, that's it, then.”

“Yep.” The Archon looked over folded hands at the delegate.

“I'm going up to these coordinates here.”

“Yep.” The Archon's glasses flashed for a moment as he adjusted fractionally.

“In the FN-05 prototype.”

“Yep.” The Archon smiled a bit.

“And this is a diplomatic mission?”

“Glad you understand. Off you go!” The Archon clapped his hands together and stood up out of his chair.

"Wait a minute, how the hell am I going to land a fighter on an ice she- oof!" The Archon lowered the wine bottle he used to knock out Leonard Sokolskaya as he called for some guards to out of his office quickly, where he would be blindfolded and wake up in a couple hours sitting in the cockpit of the jet with the coordinates in and the autopilot running at FL430.

Moving on...

[FROM THE DESK OF ARCHON DONED HOPKINS]
[THE NONAGON, NEW SARIS, SARIS CONTROL ZONE, NORTHERN ARALONIA]

Delegate's going to be on his way. Make room for one fighter aircraft, unarmed (serves as a test flight too!), and one light transport, wingspan 34 ish meters (A319). 1 delegate and 4 staff members.

That is all.

Ackistan

19-10-2006, 02:55

Greetings from the Republic of Ackistan!

Before we send our delegation to this conference, we wish to know how long it will last? After reviewing the rules of this convention, we believed it prudent to ask since our delegation will not be allowed to leave until it is over.

Best wishes,
Angelina Whittaker
Secretary of State

Bretton

19-10-2006, 06:59

Attn: Ackistan State Department

We do not expect the conference to drag on for more than 96 hours, provided there are no excessive holdups.

We apologize for the excessive security measures, but in these troubled times we all must make some minor sacrifices in the name of confidentiality and safety.

OOC: In terms of RL days it'll take to do this, who knows. Could be less, could be a week or more. ICly, I intend to finish it within a day or two.

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OOC Again: I won't repeat this upon everyone's arrival, so consider it to be a universal breakdown of what goes on.

Antarctic Circle

As the delegates' respective aircraft neared the proscribed coordinates, each was hailed by a pair of Mithras (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=498537) stealth fighters.

"Glad to see you made it!" the flight leader radioed, voice distorted. "Magnetic interference is pretty harsh around here. In any case, match our heading and follow us in; do not deviate in altitude for any reason. Over."

The fighters dipped their wings upon entering visual range and kept a constant length ahead. A rather dense cloud formation began giving way to clear skies, save for a set of extrordinarily massive contrails, trailing off to a tiny point in the distance. As the group drew closer, a second set of fighters zipped past, forming a perimeter.

As the source of the contrails grew closer, it soon became apparent that their leviathan size was entirely warranted. A single monolithic Ouroboros (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=481690) transport hung in the sky, its slow speed and terrific size giving the illusion it wasn't moving at all. Additional Mithras swarmed around it like insects, taking care to avoid the tremendous vortices around its engines and tails.

"Hello, hello, this is ATC, do you copy?" the aircraft's traffic controller signaled. "Right. Okay, we're gonna guide you in nice and easy like. You'll note the beacons along the corners of the hangar; keep yourself within that box at all times." A burst of air emerged around its corners as the rear door cracked open, then slowly lowered to a horizontal position on massive hydraulics. Its surface formed a continuous flight deck with the hangar floor. "Okay, match our airspeed and add two kilometers to it; when the beacons turn blue, start gradually descending until you touch the deck. We'll take it from there."

Izistan

20-10-2006, 06:14

The small airplane (type designated as a 'Diplomat Special') tentively approached the monsterous fusion driven beast in front of it. It was a bacterium to the Ouroboros's elephant. Two cramped seats, stream lined airframe, composite construction. It was after all, mainly engine and fuel. Onboard was a mercenary pilot hired at the last minute when the designated pilot fell down some stairs, and a young diplomat of the Izistani Foreign Service. Oh, and the intrepid young diplomat was carrying a nice cassarole. After all, one never knew when you needed one...

Axis Nova

20-10-2006, 20:53

Standing on one of the upper rear decks, General Ohms stands with his arms crossed in front of him, watching as the first arrival slowly approaches the massive aircraft.

"Are you sure this will work, Bauker? I know it's theoretically possible, but from what I know of the Ouroboros's design specs, it wasn't originally meant to be used in such a fashion."

Bretton

20-10-2006, 21:43

Marshall Bauker furrowed his bushy eyebrows.

"Have some faith in the Technology of Peace™, my friend," he stated firmly. "I have no doubt that everything will proceed just fine." His ever-present pet iguana perked its head and looked around as the Izistani 'Diplomat Special' was retrieved into the hangar. Bauker stuffed his hand into his army greatcoat and withdrew a pocket watch. "Although, I did think they'd have arrived sooner."

An adjutant entered the observation area and saluted sharply. "Marshall! Recovery of the first delegation is successful." Bauker nodded.

"Since they brought a small unit, have it moved to the fore end for now; I fully expect at least one of these jokers will intentionally bring an aircraft just small enough to not violate the maximum width requirements," Bauker remarked. "Oh, yes, fetch us some coffee as well."

"Right away, my lord!" the adjutant replied sharply, then quickly exited. Bauker returned his attentions to the tiny Izistani aircraft being secured.

"Mm... mayhaps we should investigate a further modification of the arrester gear to accomodate non-Brettonian desgins."

The Silver Sky

21-10-2006, 01:51

[Port R'lyeh, South Western Province, The Silver Sky]

Preisdent Kara Maddox slowly slid apart the curtains that hung infront of her suite's windows, the strong morning light radiated into the room lighting the bed and TV along with the other furniture in the room.

President Maddox squinted her blue green eyes as the light from the sun was too bright, but it beautifully lit her blonde hair. As she became accustomed to the light she noticed, with some annoyance, the view from her window was of the naval harbor, headquarters of the 3rd Naval Fleet of the 2nd Expeditionary Armada, and more importantly, the SSRS 'Cthulhu' a 'Kraken'-Class Siege Dreadnought. 'A fitting name and a fitting port' she thought. 'But they could have given me a better view then this, something in the city, anything else is better then a view of a mobile machine of mass destruction.'

She sighed as she heard a knock on her door. "Come in!" she yelled with an air of annoyance. The door opened an her secretary entered. "Ma'am, we have word from the foreign ministry that the nation of Bretton has called for a conference of non-aligned nations, should we send a ambassador?" asked the secretary.

"Hmm, sounds decent, any of our allies going to be in attendence?" Asked President Maddox as she donned her fuzzy bunny slippers and adjusted her hair in the mirror next to the window.

"As far as we know, Aralonia, Izistan and Czardas, and those crazy Allaneans are attending, a few other nations, such as Franberry are also going to be in attendance." responded the secretary.

"Very well, send Foreign Minister Ryan Ruiz one of our fast transports, send out an escort of four F-6C Super Wraiths out too. So go on, send the message, get our delegation in the air."

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To: Brettonian Ministry of Information
From: The Silver Sky Foreign Ministry

Umm... sorry for replying late, but we want to go, we're sending a delegate as we speak. He'll be escorted by four fighters which will break off before reaching your airspace, the small plane containing the delegate, two assistants, five body guards and four others will then procced to the coordinates you have provided.

We hope they will receive a wam welcome

Siap

21-10-2006, 02:03

T. Corbett Chauniér rested peacefully as the pilot aligned the plane in the designated path. The pilot had several years of experience taking off and landing on aircraft carriers. The landing would hopefully not be too challenging.

Vrak

21-10-2006, 04:46

The Vrakian pilot followed the instructions from their hosts to the letter. He raised an eyebrow when he found out that he would not be landing the transport on a regular runway but instead on some massive plane. He promptly informed the diplomat the situation and thus everyone belted themselves in.

Privately, the pilot wondered why the extra risk of having nations land on such a craft. Surely the unknown could, in fact, create an incident in which a less experienced pilot would accidentally crash into the plane and thereby cause damage and loss of personnel. Undoubtedly the Vrakian diplomat was already formulating his own opinion just from these theatrics alone. Why not land at an airfield on the ground? They don’t want outsiders setting foot on their lands or even viewing them? Why? Were the Brettonians hiding something?

Fortunately, the hypersonic transport edged its way into the landing strip. At least the designers took care to ensure that the diplomatic transports were rugged in design and also flexible, which meant that they can endure a significant amount of jostling and also land in very short airstrips.

After finding its bay, the back door opened and the ramp extended down. Chunk chunk chunk went the sound of the SOAT bots (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/SOAT-bot), their metal feet clanging on the ramp as they came out in two columns, five apiece and walking in bi-pedal motion. They did not carry any hand-held weapons but rather, each SOAT had one built in gauss gun on their right arm. Otherwise, they carried no other armaments. As the last skeletal robot in each column cleared the ramp, they stopped, forming a protective yet oddly ceremonial screen for their own dignitary. Then the bodyguard came out and cast his penetrating gaze, looking for the Brettonian representative. The bodyguard was a huge Inuit dressed in a black suit. His two black glossy braids fell down just clear of his massive shoulders in the front and resembled twin snakes while the spider tattoos on the back of his hands could be discerned. A small head mic could be seen and he was murmuring in his own harsh language.

Ackistan

21-10-2006, 05:45

Bretton

21-10-2006, 11:31

OOC: Ackistan elected to not send a delegation. If you guys have flying aircraft carriers, your technology is way beyond what I role-play. I just figured I would mention that in case you were waiting on me to make a post describing the arrival of my delegation before you began. Anyway, good luck with your conference.

OOC: Oi, I said this was open to MT and PMT alike, didn't I? Feh.

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As the delegations began arriving, even the Ouroboros' cavernous hangar began filling up rapidly. Normally intended for transporting the massive Peacemaker (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=444410) gun platforms, this particular airframe, #371, was the first to undergo a prototype modification into an airborne carrier for the new Mithras fighter. To this effect, a series of modular, collapsible decks had been installed, allowing the hangar to be sectioned off as needed to accomodate various cargoes. The system was not perfect; one deck's conveyance motor locked up, leaving the Izistani aircraft perilously balanced on an edge until it was brought back online.

As the delegations disembarked, they were met by a platoon of Stahlkörpe (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=447922) combat armors as well as a number of technical staff and a pair of officers. The senior of the two, wearing white gloves, stepped forward; the Stahlkörpes formed a parallel row around him and stood at attention.

"Welcome aboard my aircraft," he said, offering a hand to whom would take it. "Major Anton Horstenau, commander of this aircraft, at your service. I trust the landing procedures weren't too uncomfortable; our methodology and standards of operation are still being ironed out. In any case, if you will follow me, we can begin-" He was interrupted by the second officer, presumably his liasion, mentioning something into his ear. "What? Oh, yes, as per the outlined communiqué, my staff will conduct an inspection of your aircraft once we have retired to more pleasant accomodations. Safety first and all that business, I'm sure you know how it is." He motioned for the delegates to accompany him towards a door in the bulkhead nearby as the technical staff prepared to investigate.

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Above the hangar, Field Marshall Bauker and Axis Nova representative General Ohms continued their observation.

"Good lord, what are those... things they're bringing off?" Bauker stated in a puzzled tone. "Mechanical guard dogs?"

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In the bridge, the loadmaster furiously compared figures from aircraft databases to a three-dimensional computer model on one of the myraid LCD screens at his private duty station.

"Crap, crap, crap, crap..." he repeated over and over, lineart, schematics, charts and specifications flying over the various displays. "ATC, we got a problem!" He yelled over his shoulder and into the bridge's concourse. The aircraft's traffic controller was quickly present.

"Well, go on, what's not working?" he inquired. The loadmaster pointed towards a video feed of the approaching aircraft; a CG layover showed angry red lattices flashing around its wingtips.

"That thing is too wide; its owners must have missed the wingspan limitation in our wire," the loadmaster grumbled. "I said this was a stupid idea, but did anyone listen to me? Noooooo." The ATC groaned.

"Allright, I'll take care of them," he stated, returning to the raised central section and replacing his headset.

"Ah, hello, hello, Wilhelmsborough delegation, do you copy?" he stated. "Your aircraft is too large to fit into our hangar; repeat, your aircraft is too large. It's only a matter of three meters a side, but that's more than enough to cause a catastrophe with a delicate operation like this. If you are capable and willing to perform a mid-air transfer, we have the available faculties, but otherwise you will need to break off and make another attempt with a smaller unit. Maximum wingspan 44 meters, no exceptions! Do not attempt a landing. Over."

Vrak

21-10-2006, 19:58

“Of course, Major. We shall do whatever we can do facilitate this unpleasant process. Kalooq, please lead the technical staff onto the plane for inspection.”

The voice came from within the transport itself. It was a rather captivating voice in that the words were not harsh but rather more in a sing-song fashion. Momentarily, a tall asian looking man stepped out. His hair was cropped short in a military style and his well-tailored suit accentuated his muscular form. Although he stood a full head shorter than the glowering bodyguard, he nonetheless was “the man” in charge. He extended his hand to the Brettonian major and shook it firmly.

“I am Chief Envoy Min-ho Kerak at your service and on behalf of the Glorious Kingdom of Vrak, we are glad to take part in this conference. My bodyguard Kalooq and the 10 SOATs shall accompany me to the conference centre. Inside you will find our flight crew and 10 more SOATs. After all,” he said with a sly smile and followed the major to the other assembled delegates, “you aren’t the only nation that is paranoid. I must say that this is the first time we have been inspected like this since, well, it does not create an atmosphere of trust which I thought your nation was aiming for.”

Kalooq merely grunted as he led the technicians up the ramp. He was under orders not to hinder, but yet he was not exactly going to be forthcoming in assisting them. As well, he would strive to stop any unnecessary poking about the aircraft since it was one thing to submit to an inspection but yet quite another to be scrutinized too closely.

Wilhelmsborough

21-10-2006, 20:21

"Ah, hello, hello, Wilhelmsborough delegation, do you copy?" he stated. "Your aircraft is too large to fit into our hangar; repeat, your aircraft is too large. It's only a matter of three meters a side, but that's more than enough to cause a catastrophe with a delicate operation like this. If you are capable and willing to perform a mid-air transfer, we have the available faculties, but otherwise you will need to break off and make another attempt with a smaller unit. Maximum wingspan 44 meters, no exceptions! Do not attempt a landing. Over."

The man at the radio turned to the pilot. "He says that the wingspan of the plane is too big?"

The pilot turned around. "What the hell are they talking about? Surely a C-17 meets their minimum allowance of 44 meters!"

The radio operator shook his head. "No no no! Forty-four meters is their maximum allowance!"

The pilot's eyes went wide with anger. "WHAT?!" he shouted. "I didn't get that in the memo!"

"Then somebody screwed up big time! We have to turn this bird around and get a smaller craft!"

The pilot grumbled to himself as he turned the aircraft around. Meanwhile, the radio operator sent a reply to the Brettens.

"We copy, control tower. And we're turning back now. It's too risky to attempt a mid-air transfer. We'll return in a couple hours."

Then the radio operator switched to a second frequency. "Hello, W.R.A.F. headquarters? I need to put in a special request for the delegation to Bretton..."

Ambassador Geddy Lee had been looking forward to meeting with the delegates at the confederence for non-aligned nations. And so it was to his great surprise and shock that the C-17 Globemaster suddenly turned around.

He hurried over to the cockpit and opened the door. "What the heck is going on?" he shouted to crew.

"Bretton ground control." replied the pilot, still in a bad mood. "They said that the wingspan on the plane is too big for their hangers. So we're heading back."

"The wingspan's too big? But the Globemaster surpasses their 44 meter minimum!"

The pilot laughed bitterly. "Turns out that 44 meters was the maximum!"

Lee was upset. "But...this will cause delays! I'll be late for the conference, and miss-"

"Relax, Ambassador, you won't be late for anything." interrupted the radio operator. "I have just requested and gotten approval for the use of EB-180 Stargazers."

Ambassador Lee's eyes went wide. "We're using the most advanced bomber in the Wilhelmsborough Royal Air Force to get me to the conference?"

The Radio Operator grinned. "Actually we got three. The other two will be carrying your armed escort."

"Is that really necessary?" he asked.

The pilot laughed. "Well if you want to get to the conference on time!"

The C-17 Globemaster shot towards the Principality as fast as it could.

Czardas

21-10-2006, 20:31

General Adrian Longleaf sips his coffee placidly, setting it back down in the cup holder near the comfortable co-pilot's chair. Longleaf is a man of medium build, slightly obscured by folds of fat; his face is pleasantly ugly and creased with age and worry, a slightly misshapen nose and a halcyon expression contributing to the impression he produces, with a shock of black hair carelessly arranged about his head. He has set the plane to autopilot, and it currently rockets along at around Mach 5.5, a pair of powerful ramfan engines propelling the small, sleek, and shiny aircraft along its inexorable path. His pilot and bodyguard, a man named George S. Patton (no relation to General "Old Blood and Guts" of the US Army), is unobtrusive and resembles nothing so much more as a large, self-satisfied cat that can sprawl quietly in the sun in one corner, almost unnoticeable unless you are looking for it.

The plane is a two-seater DF-1N Peregrine, its external payload replaced with more fuel, enough to propel it to the speeds it is currently flying at. It had been escorted by a squadron of DF-1s as far as the edge of Havenic territory and is now alone, armed with only four air-to-air missiles and its cannons in case of an enemy attack.

As Longleaf resumes his newly purchased copy of The Fountainhead, Patton clears his throat, bringing Longleaf back to attention as the pilot continues, "We are approaching the specified co-ordinates, sir."

Longleaf nods. "Jettison the payload."

The four air-to-air missiles fall a suitable distance from the plane, then explode in mid-air; a few seconds later, Patton observes the two approaching blips on radar, and Longleaf returns to position, picking up a half-finished brioche and taking a hearty bite. Almost simultaneously the hail comes in, and the responce comes out as something like "Grmmfff chomp munch grfhrchmnn", at which point Patton interjects, "This is the Czardaian delegation, don't worry about the fighter it's unarmed," while Longleaf rapidly reduces the speed, cutting the afterburners entirely; the directions soon filter through to his radio across the starkly beautiful landscape of the Brettonian sky, and the two follow them, descending towards the monolithic flying aircraft carrier below.

The Czardaian plane manages to maneuver almost gracefully, its wings shifting slightly forward (a relic of the old switchblade style of the former Peregrine) while gas based thrust nozzles propel invisible material in the opposite direction. Longleaf and Patton bring the fighter to a complete stop within the crowded hangar and leap out of the cockpit, waving to the group of ... combat battlesuits, or whatever those giant robots are, and officers off to one corner. Longleaf presses forward, calling out, "Sorry we're a bit late, someone misjudged the time zones over there..."

Patton looks around and murmurs something into his ear. Longleaf follows his gaze; the only other delegates present are the instantly recognisable Vrakian and an Izistani. "Erm, well I guess we're not so late after all. Funny, I could have sworn..." Longleaf breaks off muttering to himself and speaks to the Brettonian Major now, "Where are my manners today, I'm General Adrian Longleaf of the Whole Sort of General Mish Mash of Czardas, and this is my associate and faithful bodyguard George S. Patton..." He shakes the hand proffered. The Major murmurs something in response and the other officer leans over to him, whispering something in his ear. The Major continues;

"Oh, yes, as per the outlined communiqué, my staff will conduct an inspection of your aircraft once we have retired to more pleasant accomodations. Safety first and all that business, I'm sure you know how it is."

Longleaf nods. "Yes, I understand. Security at a conference like this one must be very high, the world being the way it is these days. Well, our plane isn't going anywhere, your technical staff can inspect it any time you so desire..."

A loud meowing erupts from one of the two bags of possessions and clothing brought by the delegates, and Longleaf excuses himself for a moment, returning rather embarrassed-looking with a silver tabby cat that is mewing placidly at one of the battlesuits. "And I really should have remembered to introduce Eris, my cat. She sort of invited herself."

Patton looks on with an amused half-smile while more delegates begin to arrive around them.

Bretton

22-10-2006, 05:41

OOC: Incase anyone was curious, or hadn't quite figured it out yet, the GPS coordinates I provided are a few hundred miles inland in the Western half of Antarctica. I like to think a neutral geographic location is good for meetings like this.

Marshall Bauker stroked his chin in deep thought for a few moments, then activated his handset.

"Lieutenant, get as much information on those... things... as you can during the inspection. I expect a detailed report," he said, waiting for cofirmation before returning it to his pocket. "Well then, my friend, I believe we should adjourn to the conference room."

---

"As you can see, no expense was spared in the creation of this majestic aircraft," Major Horstenau extolled, rambling on about all matters of mundane details in the Ouroboros' countruction, such as the triple redundant backup power systems to the maneuvering surfaces. A large-scale lift, presumably for moving large and heavy components, took them into the upper decks of the megalithic transport. The doors slid open revealing a wide, well-lit corridor.

"Now then, the conference room is at the end of this corridor. My liasion will see you to it, as well as the lodgings we've prepared. I believe you will find them to be of excellent quality," the Major stated, ballooning with pride. "In any case, I have an aicraft to manage. Good day, gentlemen." The Major's liasion led the delegates out of the elevator and it closed behind them, taking the Major back down.

---

Back in the hangar, the presently-arrived aircraft had been fully locked down for safety purposes incase the Ouroboros ran into any atmospheric disturbances. The technical staff began thoroughly inspecting the interior and exterior of the foreign aircraft. Some of them carried radiological or explosive sniffers, others with PDAs and digital cameras; all of them carried Vz 61 Skorpion machine pistols on their belts. The crew swarmed about it like insects, eager to investigate and document every last nut and bolt, but still going out of their way not to damage or dirty anything if they could help it.

What caught most of their attentions were the bizarre mechanical creatures from the Vrakian aircraft, which were photographed and studied from every angle. The technical staff chattered amognst themselves, but offered no words for the Vrakian crew unless directly inquired to, creating a bizarre atmosphere at the least.

Aralonia

24-10-2006, 02:58

[NEAR THE OUROBOROS TRANSPORT]

“You've gotta be bloody kidding me!” Leonard pointed openmouthed at the... massive thing that he was supposed to land on. “Oh, what the hell.” He clicked a couple buttons and opened a communications channel. “Aye, ATC, this is callsign Escher-Five, repeat, Escher Five, delegate Leonard Sokolskaya of Aralonia. Coming in now...”

He tapped a couple buttons on the panel in front of him, matching speed plus two with the massive... THING floating in front of him, then tapping a couple more buttons to lock on the same heading and airspeed – oh, right, one knot faster...

Suddenly, everything froze up as if he was flying through Jell-O -weird, that was almost exactly like lag or something – but he shook it off and allowed the aircraft to guide itself in with a rather nice, controlled landing.

Whatever outside systems the Ouroboros had latched onto the Moebius fighter, dragging it into its cavernous hold like a massive whale eating a krill. He jumped out of the cockpit of the jet, carrying a package with him.

“Hiya, I'm Leonard Sokolskaya. Where do I change?” he gestured, as he raised a bag. “Oh, if you want to scan it, go right ahead. I've never really been one for weaponry anyways...”

Wilhelmsborough

24-10-2006, 03:37

The C-17 carrying Ambassador Geddy Lee touched down at the Air Force Base in Yalta. The rear hatch was quickly opened and Lee hurried out.

He looked around for the Stargazers that would bring him to the conference, but found nothing.

"Oh what the hell is going on now!" he shouted in frustration.

"Mr. Lee!" said a voice. Geddy turned in its direction and saw an Air Force Colonial walking towards him.

Geddy hurried over to the Colonial. "Sir, I am seriously late for a conference in Bretton. I was expecting three EB-180 Stargazers-"

"And you had them," the Colonial interrupted. "Until the higher-ups took a second look at Brettons instructions and found that all aircraft would be subject to inspection."

"So? What's the point?" Lee pressed.

The Colonial looked calmly at Lee. "The point Mr Lee, is that we do not want a foreign nation looking into the secrets of the most advanced bomber in our Air Force, even though it was created in Flightopia. So Mr. Lee, travel by Stargazer is out of the question."

Geddy threw his hands into the air in frustation. "Oh great! That's just great! How am I supposed to get to the conference now?"

The Colonial raised his hands. "Relax. We've already got something new lined up."

"What's that?"

The Colonial smiled, and pointed into the sky.

"That."

Ambassador Lee turned around and found himself staring at an airship sitting in the sky. But this wasn't just any airship. It was a Trojan II Airborne Aircraft Carrier.

The Ambassador turned back to the colonial. "Er, Colonial, that's waaay bigger than C-17! They'll turn it back as soon as it came over the horizon!"

"A Blackhawk helicopter will transport you and your armed escort to the ground." The Colonial explained. "The Trojan II will remain out at sea the whole time during the conference."

The Colonial grinned. "It they want to inspect something, then they can inspect something mundane!"

The Ambassador tried to force a smile. "That's all very nice, but I really have to go now!"

The Colonial nodded. "Right this way Ambassador."

He pointed towards a helicopter pad where a UH-60 Blackhawk Helicopter was already spinning its propellors in preparation for take-off.

Geddy hurried over to the helipad. He made sure to duck his head as he climbed aboard. There he found his armed escort: Ten men dressed in Dragon Skin Body Armor, and wielding AK-74U assault rifles.

Lee took his seat between two soldiers. It was a tight fit due to all the gear that the Elite Guard Marines were carrying. He struggled to get comfortable. One of the Marines started polishing his rifle.

Three minutes later, the Blackhawk helicopter took off and headed for the Trojan II combat airship, which at that very moment was prepping itself for the trip to the coordinates that Bretton had laid out.

Bretton

25-10-2006, 10:17

Marshall Bauker, his female adjutant and General Ohms entered the conference room through a door in the foreward end; a larger double door at the aft end lead to a lounge/waiting room where the delegation would be gathering. Two Stahlkörpe (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=447922) units on either side of the door snapped to attention as the three entered. Bauker motioned for them to return to an at ease stance.

The conference room was of a curious layout. A circular floorplan established a clear head of the table - Bauker's seat - and a series of LCD screens along the walls betrayed the chamber's odd design; its walls and ceiling seemed more appropriate of a rotunda. If it were made of stone instead of metal and plastics, it would certainly be more appropriate in one of the ancient castles dotting the frozen landscape back in the Brettonian homeland. The room's illumination was fairly poor; small lamps with glass shades dotted the walls between the LCD panels. The shades were designed to project most of the light downward in a narrow area, projecting little glare onto the screens around them. Each panel was presently occupied by an image of the Brettonian flag, as well as the Ouroboros' aircraft number design logo (http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a229/MalikCarr/e1f9a951.png); evidently they were in an idle state. The table was of a definately Old World design and craft, composed of polished mahogany with an inlaid pattern of gold leaf; the seemingly arbitrary patterns and designs culminated in a massive reconstruction of the Brettonian sigil and coat of arms. The crest was fitted with a number of gems and offset by ridges and relief work to make an attention-grabbing display on the otherwise perfectly flat surface. The three phrases on each side of the triangular crest had each letter represented by a gold character, obviously forged in place. No matter where one sat at the table, at least one was readable without craning one's neck.

BRETTONIA ERIT IN ORBI ULTIMA
BRETTONIA EST IMPERARE ORBI UNIVERSO
BRETTONIA EST IMPERIO OPTIME UNITA

Bauker's adjutant removed his hat, placing it on the table, and unbuttoned his army greatcoat. The Marhsall opted to leave it hanging from his shoulders instead of having it removed from his person entirely; he cottled and babied his ever-present pet iguana during the procedure. The adjutant pulled his chair out for him, offering the same for General Ohms. Bauker sat down, placed the lizard on a small cloth pad opposite his hat, and tented his gloved fingers.

Outside, someone would be showing the delegates in shortly.

Vrak

25-10-2006, 10:40

The Vrakians were patient with the technicians carrying out their inspections, but they weren’t stupid either. Although they suspected the greediness of the Brettonians to learn about the other conference delegates and their technologies, the zeal displayed by the technicians only confirmed their suspicions. Kalooq approached the techie leader that was getting a bit too close to a compartment and in no uncertain terms told him and his team to get off the transport immediately. He then spoke fiercely into his headmic and Chief Envoy Min-ho Kerak merely responded with a couple of guttural remarks in return as he entered the conference room. Behind him came the ten SOAT bots and stood silently as the Vrakian diplomat took his place but remained standing. In a clear sing song voice, Kerak sarcastically said to the hosts,

“Now that your technicians have conducted their…inspection…of our diplomatic aircraft and took several unauthorized photographs of our infantry, I would like to know if we could actually generate a feeling of trust or of mutual tolerance between the involved parties. I am here to represent my government in the capacity of building relations with other like-minded nations. I will also say to my superiors that we have never been, up to this date, so violated in our trust when we were guests. Even the Drakonians and Kalessani were more hospitable and discrete than you have been. I know that we agreed to the conditions set forth and it was with reservation that we agreed to come in the hopes of building up new friendships. But the invasiveness displayed by your staff went beyond, we feel, a mere inspection. Thus, we do not feel beholden to this conference agreement and I would like to hear from you right now as to why we ought to remain here instead of leaving.”

Bretton

26-10-2006, 03:57

The technician, a Brettonian Military Industries contractor, held up his hands in a 'no harm meant' gesture.

"I'm not allowed to divulge that information," he said quickly. "We have orders to thoroughly inspect all delegation aircraft for any signs of subterfuge, sabotage or potential foul play. If you have any issues with this, you'll have to take it up with the Major." Outside, the sounds of a Stahlkörper's feet plodding over the deck became noticeable. "Oh, Christ..." he muttered.

"What's the holdup? We've got a schedule to keep!" the lieutenant's amplified voice demanded from the suit's loudspeaker.

"Understood, sir! Nothing to report!" the technician hastily yelled over his shoulder. "Mr. Kalooq, I really don't want to get those guys in the powered armors angry, or we'll never hear the end of it. If you'd please tell your things to stand down so we can finish this business, it'll be a lot less miserable for all of us."

He glanced around at the other technical staff, who were looking at the fierce-looking mechanical creatures, the Vrakian crew, each other, and their sidearms with concerned expressions.

"In any case, it's not like your aircraft can leave without clearance first, and if I overheard the soldiers correctly, that's not going to happen until the conference is over," he said. "So, can we please finish this little field trip before those busybodies start getting uppity?"

Vrak

26-10-2006, 04:34

OOC: I am assuming that your techie is talking to Kalooq, the bodyguard aboard the aircraft. Kerak is in the conference room with Marshall Bauker, his female adjutant and General Ohms. So, I don't know exactly how to respond to this but here goes...

IC:

Kalooq merely growled at the technician and slightly made a spinning motion with his right hand. Instantly the 10 SOATs within the plane stood up and an ominous clicking sound could be heard. The two nearest ones took up a position standing beside Kalooq and registered the techies in their sights. However, they did not raise their arms...yet.

Kalooq looked at the nearest techie and said, "By order of the Chief Envoy, your inspection is finished. I will not talk to your major while the Chief Envoy is in conference with your Marshall. I assume that he is of higher rank than your major. Finally, spare me your idle threats about making people in power suits angry or leaving without clearance. Vrakians don't take kindly to threats." Then he spoke briefly into the mic.

====

Inside the conference room, the ten SOATs suddenly formed a screen around the Chief Envoy who still remained standing and waited for an answer impatiently from the Brettons. As like the SOATs in the plane, these too did not raise their arms.

Bretton

26-10-2006, 06:13

OOC: Shit, my bad; must have misread your post. My apologies. Yeah, I was trying to confer with the man on your aircraft; I'll edit that one presently.

Additionally, I wasn't aware your delegation entered the conference room yet; I was going to state that the security detail would have to wait in the lounge during active sessions owing to the classified nature of the discussions at hand.

As the mechanical creatures stood up the other technical crew started going for their machine pistols. The contractor whom Kalooq had been speaking with threw out his hand.

"WAIT!!" he demanded. The other members began backing off as he turned to face them. "Stop making sudden moves like that!" He then turned around back towards Kalooq. "And you stop talking in riddles and making arbitrary threats! Your government agreed to the terms of this conference and I expect you-"

A metal-on-metal clack announced itself from the bottom of the ramp as a Stahlkörper cocked its machine cannon.

"All right, that's quite enough," the lieutenant said, sounding like he was on the other end of a PA system. "Since you goons won't consent to the terms, we assume your aircraft is unsafe and insecure. Techies, out."

"But-" he began.

"OUT!" the suit demanded. The technical crew quickly hustled out of the Vrakian transport. "Now then. Until further notice, you and your... things... are to remain onboard this aircraft. Consider yourselves quarantined. If you try to do anything foolish... well, just don't." The suit gestured over its shoulder, the slave arm perfectly mimicing the smaller master. A number of Stahlkörper had lined up in the hangar and had their machine cannons trained on the aircraft. A few had set their guns aside in favor of what appeared to be enormous Panzerfausts.

"Right then! I'm glad we've come to this pleasant conclusion," he said in an almost unnaturally cheery tone, holding up the armor's free hand as if waving goodbye. "Now if you'd be so kind as to put up this ramp..."

===

OOC: Not going to do anything about the conference room situation until we've established who's actually gone where, so tagging this spot for that.

Izistan

26-10-2006, 06:26

The diplomat, by the name of Kruger, wiggled out of the plane. He was dressed in a simple gray suit, over which was a black great coat (with a name tag), although this was unbuttoned. Aside from having light brown hair, he was rather undistinguished.

He took one look at the confrontation and scurried away to the conference room, casserole in hand.

Aralonia

26-10-2006, 09:19

[INSIDE THE OUROBOROS TRANSPORT]

“...Will -somebody- tell me where where the conference room is!?” Okay, so Sokolskaya barely managed to get directions to the changing rooms by, err, hitting a Stahlkörper a couple times with his duffel bag, only to realise that said Stahlkörper was unoccupied and therefore made a fool of himself. Another Stahlkörper turned a corner, made an impressive impression of a not-so-giant robot facepalming, and picked Sokolskaya up by the scruff of his neck gently and set him down outside the changing rooms.

Should have asked that pilot where the conference room is, he thought. Hindsight's always 20/20! He grumbled and stumbled along the path to... what looked a -lot- like one of those department store floor plans in the middle of a hallway.

“Now this is just completely ridiculous!” He muttered to himself again and looked for wherever the main conference room was, drawing a small map on a piece of paper he randomly had in his pocket. He shrugged and walked off in the general direction of the conference room, papers in hand, map in the other.

...

“...Where the hell am I!?”

Wilhelmsborough

26-10-2006, 18:07

The Trojan II-class Airborne Aircraft Carrier pulled to with 20 miles of the provided coordinates. Geddy Lee and his escort of ten Elite Guard Marines were loaded into the UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter and took off towards the airport.

"Finally!" said Ambassador Lee, once again stuck between two heavily equipped troops. "Enough of these delays, let's get the show on the road!"

As the helicopter got within five miles of the base, the pilot picked up his radio and set it to a frequency that the Brettons would hear.

"Ground Control, this is the diplomatic escort for Ambassador Geddy Lee, representing the Principality of Wilhelmsborough. We're within five miles of your coordinates. Requesting permission to land."

Bretton

26-10-2006, 19:13

OOC: Sweet, another air carrier proponent. Has yours got a profile page?

The loadmaster's head struck his console with relative force as the massive aircraft from Wilhelmsborough filled his LCD screens.

"I swear to God, if they ask for landing clearance..." he began muttering. A hailing came over the radio and was relayed to the aircraft's traffic controller.

"Ah, yes, so you're sending a helicopter over this time?" he said, seeming relieved. The loadmaster, who was within earshot, raised his fists into the air as if thanking a higher power. "Right. Okay, you've got clearance. Now, if you'll pay close attention to the guide beacons..."

---

Elsewhere, two Stahlkörper stood on opposite sides of a door leading to the maintenance accessway to the massively powerful HEADGEAR housing. The more senior one was scrolling through a number of local security camera feeds through the armor's visor. He cocked and eyebrow at one feed showing a rather confused-looking gentleman trying to open a door with an electronic lock.

"What the..." he mumbled, zooming in. It was Sokolskaya, though the pilot didn't know that at the time. "Hey, Dorchet, call up the security feed from 3BR." The other Stahlkörper acknowledged and did so.

"Who the hell is that guy...?" he inquired, a bit puzzled.

"I'm not sure," the senior officer stated. "Go find out if that's a lost diplomat or something else. If he is, see him up to the conference room."

"And if he isn't?"

"Waste 'im." The junior officer cocked his machine cannon and began stalking down the corridor.

Czardas

26-10-2006, 19:30

The Czardaians wait.

And they continue to wait.

Eris crawls over various objects in the area, mewing loudly at intervals and climbing up close to one of the security cameras, peering into and sniffing it curiously and slapping at it with her paw before tumbling back down to land on a nearby chair; Longleaf scratches her head distractedly and turns another page, waiting for the Brettonians to arrive and escort them to the conference room.

[In other words... did you forget me? ;D]

Wilhelmsborough

27-10-2006, 04:11

OOC: the info for the Trojan II can be found here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=379095)

IC:

"Right. Okay, you've got clearance. Now, if you'll pay close attention to the guide beacons..."

"We copy, control." replied the pilot. Looking out upon the landscape he could already see the flashing of the beacons.

"I see the beacons, and I'm following them to the landing site."

15 minutes later, the Blackhawk helicopter touched down on the helicopter pad. The Elite Guard Marines stepped out first to quickly assess the situation on the ground. When they found no threat, they gave the signal for the Ambassador to step out.

Ambassador Geddy Lee climbed out of the UH-60 and stepped onto Bretton lands.

"Well it's about time!" he said cheerily.

Lee looked around. "Now I wonder whom I have to talk to to find out where I have to go..."

Bretton

27-10-2006, 05:23

OOC: Egad, I've failed pretty poorly at communicating this, which is rather uncharacteristic of me. OKAY, anyone who is aboard the Ouroboros at this point, send your goons to the conference room so we can get this ball rolling. Make an entrance and then we'll go from there.

No sooner had the helicopter been secured to the deck than a disheveled-looking junior officer hurried across the hangar floor to greet the arrivals. His hat was nowhere to be found, and his coat had come unbuttoned; it threatened to be blown away by the air whipping through the hangar as the giant door slowly closed.

"Glad you could make it!" he said, looking a bit exhausted. "You're just in time. I'll take you up to the conference room, but we'd best hurry, it'll be starting shortly." The officer began making for the doorway he'd entered through at a brisk pace, trying to get the diplomatic staff out of the hangar before they started asking questions about the altercation going on above between the powered armors and the Vrakian assembly.

Aralonia

27-10-2006, 05:42

[...SOMEWHERE... ABOARD OUROBOROS NO.481]

He hit the door again with his duffel bag. Case. Thingy. “Open up, damn it!”

The door opened, and a rather confused and disgruntled Brettonian citizen popped out of what appeared to be a lavatory.

“Oh, sorry about that, sir. I was just looking for the conference room...”

The Brettonian shot Sokolskaya a withering glance before slamming the door to the lavatory and locking it.

“...Oh, cripes..”

Then, to make his day even worse, a Stahlkörper suit came running at him down the hallway. Leonard took this as a sign of assault.

“Holy cow, what did I do!?” He turned around and ran to hide behind one of the doors and took out the first piece of white clothing he could find – a pair of white briefs!? – and waved it at the Stahlkörper from behind the door. “I'm innocent, I tell you! Just tell me where the hell the conference room is!”

Bretton

27-10-2006, 07:02

Perfectly mimicing its occupant, the Stahlkörper slumped noticeably, then re-activated the safety on its machine cannon and held up a hand in a concillatory gesture.

"Wait a minute! I'm just trying to get you up to the conference before it starts without you," the pilot said over the suit's external speaker. He switched off the speakers before adding, "Or you hurt yourself, you clueless idiot..." He scanned through a menu in the suit's visor GUI and called up his senior officer's radio frequency. "Found him. He's one of the delegation from... some place that starts with an 'A'. Whatever, doesn't matter. I'm bringing the moron up to the conference room."

"Roger that," the other pilot radioed. "You sound pissed. Don't do anything stupid to the dignitary, no matter how much of an eightball he is."

"I'll try to contain myself, sir," the first replied. "Out." He re-activated the speakers before continuing, "Now, please put that thing away and let's get moving. I don't know how you got this far into the wing without someone noticing first, but that's beyond the point." He signaled for Sokolskaya to follow him, made a 180-degree turn and began plodding down the corridor at what would amount to a jog to an unassisted person.

Czardas

27-10-2006, 20:59

Immediately ahead of General Longleaf a door slides open. Eris leaps up in shock as the conference room becomes visible beyond the outlines of a couple of Stalhkörper, then streaks in as the first delegate with a deafening meow, hunting something or other invisible to Longleaf and Patton. They shrug at each other and enter the room calmly, Patton remaining unobtrusive and very nearly donning a stereotypical pair of dark glasses before realising that he cannot see anything with them, and will make a fool of himself; therefore, he takes them off. Longleaf and Patton seat themselves at the conference table, looking around at all the shiny things around them, because, well, it's Bretton and Bretton has a lot of shiny things. A glass of icy water has appeared in front of Longleaf with no apparent origin, and he sips it as he awaits the arrival of the other delegates.

Izistan

28-10-2006, 05:53

Kruger had found his seat at the conference table, the casserole left by the other refreshments. He occupied the time it took for the other delegates to arrive by petting Eris, and drinking some water.

Bretton

31-10-2006, 01:35

OOC: Bump to wake up the other delegates! Send your men on up to the conference, or if you're having second thoughts about this RP, IC or OOC, make them known so we can get this thing moving.

Wilhelmsborough

31-10-2006, 06:28

No sooner had the helicopter been secured to the deck than a disheveled-looking junior officer hurried across the hangar floor to greet the arrivals. His hat was nowhere to be found, and his coat had come unbuttoned; it threatened to be blown away by the air whipping through the hangar as the giant door slowly closed.

"Glad you could make it!" he said, looking a bit exhausted. "You're just in time. I'll take you up to the conference room, but we'd best hurry, it'll be starting shortly." The officer began making for the doorway he'd entered through at a brisk pace, trying to get the diplomatic staff out of the hangar before they started asking questions about the altercation going on above between the powered armors and the Vrakian assembly.

Ambassador Lee was surprised at the officer's hurriedness, but he kept his thoughts to himself and tried to keep up the pace.

"Thank you!" Geddy Lee said as he caught up with the man. "I've been looking forward to this conference for quite some time now!"

The ten Elite Guard Marines quickly followed behind. Unlike Ambassador Lee, they were used to long running regimines.

Finally they reached the conference room. But before Geddy entered, he turned to his guards.

"Stand guard out here." he ordered. "If I need you, you'll probably know it by my screaming."

A couple of the Marines laughed.

Ambassador Lee turned and entered the Bretton conference room.

Aralonia

31-10-2006, 06:36

[...SOMEWHERE... OVER THE RAINBOW? ABOARD OUROBOROS NO.481]

Sokolskaya followed.

“...so, what's it like in that suit?”

“...can you go a bit slower please...”

“...can we stop, I dropped my underwear back there!”

“...you're not one to talk, are you?”

Sokolskaya sighed and was pointed into the room. Shoved into the meeting room, actually – rather rudely.

“Sorry I'm late! What's up?”

Bretton

31-10-2006, 10:23

Marshall Bauker cocked an eyebrow at the awkward, somewhat bewildered-looking Aralonian representative. His pet followed suit, narrowing its eyes in a predatory expression at Sokolskaya.

"Feel free to take a seat," Bauker stated in a rather dry tone. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Gentlemen. On behalf of the Chancellor, welcome to our conference." As rehearsed, one of the two Stahlkörper at the door transmitted a small radio signal to a reciever near the top of the rotunda, which was followed by a low whirring noise. The steel rotunda split above Bauker's chair and began sliding into itself; as each segment collapsed into the one behind it, the cloudless sky was revealed in the space it had formerly occupied. The last segments piled up on each other above the opposite end of the room, and then retracted out of view and into an equivalently shaped slot. Simultaneously, the wall panels began retracting into the floor; it soon became apparently that the rotunda, obviously not part of a standard Ouroboros, was fully constructed of transparent aluminium. The steel walls had been outside this clear liner all along. The LCD panels, small light fixtures, and other spartan decorations seemingly were suspended in air by the nearly invisible structure preventing the delegation from being blown away by the fierce air currents outside. Without the steel walls, the dorsal surface of the Ouroboros stretched out like a field of forest green iron. In the distance, the upturned wingtips were visible, as well as the twin tails reaching skyward; a quick reconnoiter and good spatial skills would conclude that Bauker's back was facing the front of the megalithic aircraft. Beyond the artificial horizon formed by the Ouroboros' back, cloud formations poked up like distant mountains in the otherwise sea of endless blue.

Bauker took a moment to allow the delegates to fully take in the spectacular view before continuing.

"As you all well know, the purpose of this meeting, as it were, is to establish the culpability of these so-called 'mutual alliances' in today's politically unstable world. Their numbers are many and their foul deeds are more. You may know of them via the tidy little acronyms they choose to hide behind. The Global Alliance of Sovereign Nations, the Grand Alliance of Peace Through Strength, the Union of Communist Nations, the World Anti-Fascist Organization, the Aggressive Defensive Alliance of Nations, the Global Defense Initiative, the United Federation of TBA..." as he spoke, that alliance's acronym and insignia appeared on one of the room's monitors until all were occupied by a specific alliance. "The list could go on and on. However, even with their myraid names, charters, stated objectives, press conferences and dressed-up, touched-up talking heads, one cannot disguise their true nature:" The screens all simultaneously shifted to a still image of Joseph Stalin (http://library.usu.edu/Specol/digitalexhibits/masaryk/images/stalin.jpg), which instantly began zooming in on his face at a barely noticeable speed. "Socialism!" Bauker proclaimed with a hard edge in his voice. "Collectivist, group-thinking, economically-braindead socialism. These Bolshevik mobs, practically criminal organizations, trumpet all the alleged good their objectives and activities bring, but as the example of Blainesville has demonstrated (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=501718), when you so much as suggest otherwise, they come down on you like a landslide of Marxist boulders." The image of Stalin was replaced by a clearly antiquated video of Soviet tanks crushing the 1956 Hungarian revolution; a good eye would also catch a brief clip of the famous "tank vs. protestor" video from the much later Tiananmen Square riots. "Brettonia has already come to a conclusion about these thuggish groups, but, this is a conference, not an oratory, thus I believe we should like to hear from you esteemed gentlemen before we proceed any further."

Bauker's hand went to stroke the iguana's head and frills again, but he stopped and returned to his previous templed fingers when he saw it was now intently focusing on the cat brought by Czardas' representative.

Axis Nova

31-10-2006, 11:41

General Ohms brushes back a lock of brown hair from his face and adjusts his glasses.

"The main issue with these large alliances is that regardless of their stated goals, every single one that takes an active role in global politics, regardless of policies, just ends up utilizing it's power to bully smaller nations into doing as they wish. In other words, they simply act in their own interests and the hell with anyone who gets in the way, while cloaking themselves in their high-minded ideals."

Czardas

01-11-2006, 22:46

Eris the cat has appropriated Kruger, and whenever one of the other delegates appears to approach, she hisses at the person in question; this goes on for some time until she stops to watch the images on the LCD screens, bounding over to sit on top of Longleaf's dossier to watch and occasionally paw at the images, before turning her attention to the iguana in front of Bauker and wondering if it presented a possible competitor for attention. Subsequently more LCD images and moving clouds distract her once more and she forgets the iguana, meanwhile hiding Longleaf's notes from him until, with some effort, he wrests them from under the cat's paws, rewarded with an indignant yowl as Eris goes back to sit in front of Kruger instead.

As Axis Nova's delegate finishes speaking, Longleaf speaks, shuffling some papers distractedly and clearing his throat. "Erm... yes... the Czardaian Governing Council is in agreement with what has just been said."

Feeling that he needs to add something more, he ad-libs, "Um... the problem with these alliances, collectivist anti-sovereignty, is also present in such pacts as, uh, the Anti-Communist Treaty Organisation; which even though it claims to battle collectivism, in fact infringes on the sovereignty of any nation that has chosen to practice such a form of government. I think. And... uh... we kind of need to do something about this but I'm not sure what -- Eris! That casserole is not yours!" Patton gets up unobtrusively and manages to sprint over to the refreshments just as Eris streaks away, part of an Izistani casserole in jaws. After an intense chase around the room Patton apprehends the thief, carrying her in his arms back to the conference table while apologising to just about everyone in a quiet polite voice.

Bretton

01-11-2006, 22:57

Bauker nodded in agreement.

"The Anti-Communist Treaty Organization is a curious apparatus," he said. "It battles that which we hate, but also utilizes some of the same machinations itself. As of today, I believe it does more good than harm, but that is not to say that we should not consider it as a... 'back burner' priority for action at a later date." The Marshall leaned back on his chair, idly running his fingers under his beloved pet's chin.

"Who else would like to interject?"

Wilhelmsborough

01-11-2006, 23:11

Ambassador Geddy Lee raised his hand.

"Forgive me sir, but I have to take issue with your statement that socialism is responsible for economic calamities and the many wars around the world. The Principality of Wilhelmsborough is a Socialist, well...Socialist-Mercantilist state, but we're not in the habit of starting wars in other countries in order to incite a supposed revolution between the workers and the borgeois. Our purpose as a socialist state is to simply maintain a stable economy-just with some industries under the oversight of the government."

He paused to catch his breath.

"I can assure you and everyone here, that inciting theoretical revolutions abroad is not the business of the Principality."

Izistan

02-11-2006, 06:43

[Kitty! =^_^=]

Kruger scratched Eris's ears as he spoke. "But what if we avoided direct action against these states? Employing proxy forces may prove to be just as effective as military action, but with less of the political fallout."

Axis Nova

02-11-2006, 07:00

"How could proxy forces possibly serve us better than our own? Axis Nova and Bretton alone have never been at a higher state of readniess for such a conflict-- there are more active divisions in each of our respective countries' militaries than at any time within recent history."

General Ohms places his hands on the table, looking at Kruger.

"There are also technology considerations as well... we possess superior weapons and equipment to most of the nations within these alliances."

Izistan

04-11-2006, 06:43

"Technology wise, I agree. We hold the high ground in that respect. But I still say that proxy forces may prove useful, used to keep hostile forces tied down close to home rather then reinforcing others."

The Silver Sky

04-11-2006, 07:12

50km Away from Meeting

A single small jet flew towards the monstrocity of an airplane at a very rapid pace, because, of course, the delegation was late, very late infact, and they knew it.

They quickly requested permission to land, they did so with no problem, and the Ambassador Ryan Ruiz quickly opened the door and sprinted out towards the conference area while tossing the keys to the plane to a security detail and yelling 'It's all yours!'. This left his aide Marcus Allen to deal with any questions and concerns the Bretton people had. They security detail was rather lax, they had their standard issue battlerifles (minus grenade launchers) and armor, and they had a small device placed on the Ambassador's shirt that would send them live video and audio feed just in case anything happened.

He was quite upset with himself at being late, and to make up for it he brought some cookies and a fairly good sized breadpudding, because bread is good, pudding is good, and breadpudding is fantastic.

After a few minutes of asking for directions and getting lost he finally found the conference room, well, more like dragged their by a pair of irritated soldiers in powered armor.

He quietly apologized to everyone for being late, and set the cookies and breadpudding next to the Bretton speaker before taking a seat at the end of the table.

He opened his bag and took out his notes, and only then did he noticed that he accidentally, in his hurry, packed his pet puppy into his bag. Oh boy, things were sure heading to hell in a handbasket pretty fast.

Aralonia

05-11-2006, 22:41

[ABOARD OUROBOROS NO.481]

Sokolskaya merely nodded, nodded, and nodded.

Why, you ask?

Because he was furiously taking notes. Aralonia, after all, was a rather new nation in political affairs across the world. In a sense, it was merely... watching, learning from what others did.

And so, he suddenly felt something brush across his nose.

His eyes began to water and puff up, and his nose became stuffy.

Please, don't tell me...

He looked up and...

Oh, shazbot.

There was a cat. White, fluffy. Lots of hair.

Whoever was speaking was suddenly cut short by what sounded like a blast of gunfire, knocking Sokolskaya back into his chair, into the wall.

A different something brushed across his nose as he raised his head up off the floor.

You have got to be bloody kidding me...

Another massive blast of cannon fire, and Sokolskaya smashed his head against the floor.

“Can someone get those allergy-ridden creatures out of the room!?”

Bretton

06-11-2006, 10:24

Marshall Bauker's eyebrows reached an impressive height, and at the Aralonian delegate yet again. Twice in one day, he thought.

"Mr. Longleaf, I'll have to ask you to contain your pet," he said, "for Mr. Sokolskaya's sake. I'd rather not conclude this conference with him rolling on the floor like a Kahanistani after a healthy dose of VX." He couldn't help but cocking a half-grin at the mention of the rather ugly conclusion of the Kahanistani conflict from the year before. "Just try to keep it on your side of the table, I'm quite certain the climate control's NBC apparatuses will filter out the dander enough to keep Mr. Sokolskaya's alive." One of the Stahlkörper at the door inquired if he should give the delegate a hand up off the floor via the Marshall's earpiece; he made a quick nod at the powered armor, which handed its weapon to the other and began stalking towards Sokolskaya. Bauker's adjutant, who had shown a curious interest in the awkward fellow since he came aboard, intervened before the 9-ton powered suit terrified Sokolskaya any further.

"You all right?" she asked, helping him to his feet and making a mostly symbolic gesture of dusting him off; her brown leather gloves came off clean due to a complete lack of any foreign material to stick to the floor. In what appeared to everyone else in the room as an afterthought for his sneezing, she unbuttoned her coat's first three buttons, reached inside and returned with a folded silk handkerchief from an interior pocket, handing it to the discheveled-looking Aralonian delegate. To the adjutant, and possibly to Sokolskaya, however, it was a sly maneuver. Her army greatcoat left much to the imagination; however, from Sokolskaya's angle (and his alone), her paradoxically tight shirt and the ample bust contained within were plainly visible. She quickly flashed him a provocative expression as she fixed her coat's buttons again, then got out of his face as quickly as she'd arrived. Bauker looked a bit puzzled for a moment, but paid it no mind.

"In any case..." he began, absentmindedly smoothing out the edges of his bushy eyebrows, "It is our belief that our intentions to help further the cause of sovereignty would be best communicated to the world via a demonstration of sorts." The Marshall removed a pair of frameless pince-nez glasses from his shirt pocket, placed them on his nose, and flipped open a manila folder setting adjacent to his cap. "Presently, the Aggressive/Defensive Alliance of Nations, or ADAN, has been particularly active in the world stage as a force for invasion, oppression, and conquest of independent countries. The primary force behind this rogue organization is the Dominion States of Dephire, a charming country if there's ever been one." His voice had an even harsher edge than his usual cynicism and sarcasm would provide. "As we speak this... renegade has already commenced active combat operations against our friends and allies in Axis Nova for choosing to lift a finger against their original target. A consolidation of our strength in annihilating this terroristic group will make it well known worldwide that we, the nonaligned nations, will no longer permit those who would hide behind an acronym to occupy and enslave whomever they so desire."

Aralonia

06-11-2006, 11:12

[OOC: If that cat's as bad as any of these guys (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXFZlrzTykY) are...]

[ABOARD OUROBOROS NO.481]

ERROR. ERROR. ALERT. RUN AWAY.

Sokolskaya skittered along on his feet, arse, and hands backwards, with a rather... twitchy expression on his face which was instantly dispelled when he hit his head on the wall behind him. He then coughed once, closed his eyes, stood up, brushed the nonexistent dust off his clothing, and cleared his throat. Loudly. “Thank you for the mask, Mr. Bauker. Should come in handy...” He felt another particle waft by his nose and quickly brushed it away before another blast of gunfire could be heard.

“...Sorry about that.” He continued taking notes furiously and looked up. “Really, at the moment, Aralonia's kinda... down. Taxation from Questers has gotten very annoying recently – can you believe they put a tax on tissues? – and we just finished that one massive war in Southern Aralonia, if you may recall. That was... quite nasty.”

He shifted papers momentarily and cleared his throat. “These Dephirians, or whatever they call themselves. Even after your Axis Novan allies have fired warning shots – bloody good show, by the way – at the Dephirian fleet, they continue to press on. These other guys – Transylvania or something – seem to be working on concert with the Dephirians, I can't tell, my intelligence reports don't have that.”

He sighed and took a sip from a bottle of water, idly looking at the vent and saying a silent prayer to Haruhi that it was working. “In any case. I don't like this. They're picking on this one other nation for, I dunno, they need land or something.” He waved his hand with the water bottle in it around. “It's a big planet. Surely there's some other piece of brown, flat insignificant land elsewhere for them.”

Bretton

06-11-2006, 11:35

"Well you see, Mr. Sokolskaya, that's just the problem," Bauker nodded, making some kind of abstract hand gesture. "They seem to think that having these... four pithy letters stapled onto their operation legitimizes anything they feel like doing. Just because a few dictatorships have come together and decided to fly a poorly-designed flag for their poorly-designed schemes of tyranny doesn't... well, I'm sure you get the picture, as it were." The Marshall cleared his throat. "They, however, do not, and I believe we have an obligation to not only make them 'get it,' but to stuff it down their throats."

Axis Nova

06-11-2006, 20:18

Fumbling under the edge of the table for the controls recessed there, General Ohms finally finds what he's looking for, the screen controls. A second later, estimates of military strength and satellite photographs and intelligence data all begins scrolling across the viewscreens.

"Current intelligence information, backed up by the short skirmish with Dephiran forces, seems to indicate that the Dephiran forces suffer a level of disorganization and poor leadership similar to that of the Hatarian military."

General Ohms grimaces at the thought of this.

"However, the Dominion appears to have itself significantly more together."

Satellite photos showing a combined sea and air fleet departing Dominion ports pop up.

"We estimate that this is a decent percentage of their armed forces. All available Axis Novan forces are currently tied down either in Hataria for the duration of the current conflict, or being refitted in Numonica with some new equipment, unfortunately, so we cannot undertake offensive methods at this time."

Another image pops up, this time showing a grainy photo of some kind of large cannon. Image enhancement software passes across the image several times, until it's shown much sharper, then color floods across the screen.

"This is what the Dominion calls a 'Dominator-class rail cannon'. It's understood to be some type of extreme range gun, intended as a long range strategic weapon."

General Ohms obviously looks amused, and doesn't try to hide it.

"While the accuracy of such a thing at intercontinental ranges is going to be poor at best, and due to being so large, it is easy to spot-- the enemy does have quite a few of them. Our satellite scans have located several hundred all through Dominion territory."

A second image of a map pops up, showing Dominion territory and splashing a number of red dots onto various locations, with place names by them.

"The main problem with these as far as we're concerned, is that since the projectile stays within atmosphere, the space-based components of our SDI system are not effective. This means, that should the weapons be used to fire nuclear weapons, which is likely the case, the chance of interception would be substantially lower. The only option would be to destroy them before they fire."

The Silver Sky

06-11-2006, 23:08

Ambassador Ryan Ruiz smilied slightly as General Ahms mentioned the 'Dominator'-Class rail cannons', intelligence assests had been monitoring Dephire since the countries entry into the GASN, and they had noted the positions as well.

As soon as General Ahms stopped talking and sat back Ambassador Ruiz put his data into the view screens. It was similar to the Axis Novan's map but with railguns detailed with models made from data from pictures and radar images from orbit. Also altitude and elevation data was included on the 3D map.

'As our friend General Ahms has pointed out the Dephirans, although dumb and rash at a first glance, do have some semblence of their act together, and have some decent weapon systems such as the rail cannons previously mentioned.'

Ambassador Ruiz pressed a button on his console and the map turned into live feeds from several installations around The Silver Sky, one in Czardas and the 'Arx Dei'-Class Floating Fortress in the Fyre Sea.

'However, we have an answer, these are live feeds of some of our 'Ira Dei'-Class Nuclear Pulse Gun, these weapons at 500m in length are capable of propelling a 8000kg 2000mm shell into a low orbit or non-orbital trajectory almost anywhere in the world, especially with rocket assisted guided ammunition. We control 29 of these guns, 20 in The Silver Sky proper, 4 in our Artic Territories next to USSNA and ZMI, and 5 in the 'Arx Dei'-Class Floating fortress, which is operated between us, Aralonia, Velkya, Whyatica, USSNA and Praetonia.

I also know for a fact that each of those countries, bar maybe Praetonia, and possibly including ZMI would be willing to join in against Dephire and contribute their own NPGs to the game.

If we were to use the Axis Novan satellite network, which is vast at least, to provide guidance and updates along the paths of the shells trajectory we could decimate their Dephiran rail cannon array before they even have a chance to find out where the shells are from. It would be nearly impossible to intercept a shell the size of a medium car moving at over 9km/sec within a timeframe lasting only a half a minute.

Also, we have plans to comission two mobile shorter ranged NPG artillery ships which could be used to fire from hidden locations around the global and provide surpression fire against Dephiran assests. A sneak attack against these guns would prove deadly for the Dephirans and provide us with the much needed long range support in an extened campaign.'

Ambassador Ruiz cast a glance at the other delages, after looking them over He quickly continued.

'Hopefully this information should easy your worries, if you had any, I only laughed, about the Dephiran rail cannon network, also we would be happy to provide the blue prints for these weapons, at a nominal fee of course and a Non-Agression Pact.'

Ambassador Ruiz smilied and sat down, he knew now he had at least contributed something to this conference.

Izistan

13-11-2006, 01:02

"Dephiran's aside, we have been interested in commissioning some of these weapons ourselves. Although, that fact that the weapons themselves are visible from orbit also renders them open to space based or hypersonic negation."

Bretton

13-11-2006, 11:27

"With any luck," Marshall Bauker began, "we will not need an exchange of these... well, curious artillery pieces. Such massive and easily-trackable installations seem to be popular these days..." Bauker cleared his throat before moving on to the next point.

"The central forces of power in this charming little league of Bolshevism are Dephire, Hurtful Thoughts, Omni-Sense and Clandonia Prime." As he spoke, each nation's flag appeared individually on an LCD screen. "The remaining members, of which there are a number (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=498389), are "small fries" in the greater scale of things. We project that if these nations were to be simultaneously neutralized, the rest of the alliance would crumble like an arch without its keystone."

Aralonia

15-11-2006, 07:23

[ABOARD OUROBOROS NO.481]

“So, what you're trying to say is that in order to prevent this alliance from continuing on and presenting its ways on the world, is that we should find a way to stop them.”

Sokolskaya took a sip from his cup as he scrolled through notes on his tablet computer.

“Of course, it seems that preventing things from happening involves using force, right?” He manipulated the stylus around the screen, calling up a couple more documents. “Which means, of course, that you want as many of the represented nations at this table to help out as possible, whether militarily or financially. Knowing some of the nations represented here, we don't have a lack of military aid...”

Bretton

15-11-2006, 12:10

The Marshall snapped his fingers.

"Exactly," he stated. "By their own admissions, diplomacy is already out of the question. We have but one course of action: demand their alliance disassemble permanently, and when they inevitably scoff at our ultimatum... well, to quote an old political satirist, 'send the marines'."

As he spoke, each LCD screen changed to a video from a snowy testing grounds somewhere in the Brettonian wilderness; a series of hexadecimal numbers quickly flashed around the bottom of the screen, while the words 'ZMI QCL "Ra" Field Test' appeared in the upper right corner. A Peacemaker (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=444410) multi-legged tank, painted in a bright orange and gray test scheme, set down amidst a flurry of snow blown into the air by its vertical thrust system; the words "PROTOTYPE - Ra" were painted over the large doors on its sides. Its eyes began scanning the local environment, then fixed skyward. A bright line of light issued from the dome at the top of its turret; fast eyes would catch a glint of purple in the center, but most viewers simply saw air being ionized. An explosion was seen a substantial distance down the line; a second and third emission of the dome produced two more blasts as the remaining drone-controlled target aircraft went down in flames. Moments later, three T-80s, followed by a massive A1 Admiral (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9505838&postcount=28), crunched through a snow-covered treeline, approaching the Peacemaker from behind. The nearly featureless dome rotated to face the test targets, producing three more short-lived beams of light; one tank erupted in flame as its fuel, and shortly thereafter ammunition, went up. The other two simply stopped where they were, the Ra's quarter-gigawatt projection having dismembered sections of their engines, drive trains and other mobility-oriented components. The Admiral was felled soon after, though not without requiring multiple firings that nearly bisected it. Even relegated to be a doomed test target, the antique 50-year-old Admiral remained stubborn to the end. The video de-rezzed as the Marshall concluded his statement.

"While it would most likely be more than sufficient to knock out the key members of ADAN, as I mentioned earlier, this action is to be a statement to the alliances of the world more than anything else," Bauker stated. "Therefore, it is imperative that we act as unilaterally as possible in neutralizing as many nations in ADAN's ranks as possible, as quickly as possible. Gentlemen, consider the political implications of a move by we non-aligned nations that resulted in an entire acronym alliance's defeat and occupation in a single campaign. Why, the rest of those stodgy organizations might just call it quits right then and there, as it were."

Axis Nova

16-11-2006, 10:14

"I think you underestimate their resiliency and overestimate their intelligence. While being able to neutralize an entire alliance in a short period of time would certainly be impressive, you fail to consider that some governments simply do not have the good sense to be impressed properly most of the time."

Ohms steeples his fingers.

"The ADAN would make a fine primary target, for several reasons which I am not prepared to discuss at this time. Their militaries are composed of, for the most part, antiquated equipment, and they are poorly led. They speak loudly and carry a little stick, effectively."

Czardas

16-11-2006, 17:10

Longleaf nods knowingly, multiple times, as he scribbles rapidly on a PDA some notes. Hell, he's an important general, he gets a PDA. Anywho, as the Axis Novans and Brettonians get eye-deep in military plans, Longleaf raises a hand. "Hold it!" he says. "I'm wondering why we're getting so interested in CRUSHING NATIONS WITH THE MIGHTY HAMMER OF DOOM!!!!11one now. After all, many of us non-aligned states have significant enough economies that, by blockading or sanctioning the four ringleader nations until they give in, we could achieve the same effect? Or, uh..." Patton hands Longleaf a dossier and Longleaf looks at it for a moment. "Nevermind. But our military action shouldn't be too overt.

"For instance, the nation of Clandonia Prime is a totalitarian society including literally millions of slaves. If we could provide arms and funding to these slaves, we could incite them to revolt. A curious feeling of power comes over a man when he holds a gun, after all... Then, with the nation in chaos, we could insert 'peacekeepers' who would subsequently be able to assassinate the government and take over the nation.

"Simultaneously, we could execute similar plans in the other nations involved here. As a result, the nations would appear to be self-destructing, we would appear to be helping out, and by the time alliance members caught on to our plan -- if -- we would be fighting a defensive war, and likely supported by the locals as well, tired of being under oppressive Communist rule."

Longleaf sits back satisfied. "What think'st thou?"

The World Soviet Party

16-11-2006, 17:18

we would be fighting a defensive war, and likely supported by the locals as well, tired of being under oppressive Communist rule."

OOC: You are aware that Clandonia is everything except communist, right?

Bretton

02-12-2006, 10:09

OOC: Gah, go out of the country for two weeks and instead of the thread being overrun by idiots, it hasn't moved anywhere! I'm not sure if that's good or bad...

"General Longleaf, the 'hammer of doom' as you so eloquently put it is an integral part of ending this international debacle," Marshall Bauker frowned. "Our swift and just invasion of the members of ADAN will send a wave through the ponds of these self-righteous alliances who so gleefully tramp over whomever disagrees with them. By quickly squashing an entire alliance for their transgressions, the statement will be clear: 'Your acronyms will not protect you from retribution.'"

As he spoke, the Marshall began idly stroking his scaly pet, which was simply basking in the bevy attention being bathed upon it.

Izistan

03-12-2006, 02:21

"Of course, what if we run afoul of Gholgoth?" A newspaper was tossed in the general direction of Bauker. "One alliance at a time is enough I should think, logistically anyway."

Bretton

07-12-2006, 00:37

"Don't worry yourselves about the Freekish influence," Bauker stated, making a dismissive gesture. "Our dear Chancellor has met with the Freek leadership; their 'mutual defense pact' or whatever it is is not a blank check. I have it on good authority that Gholgoth will not be getting involved in our just cause of breaking up these collectivistic alliances, provided we harbor no ill will to them."

As the Marshall spoke, the video screens changed to gritty footage from one of the recent Kraven Wars, showing Freekish infantry advancing under covering fire from a Peacemaker (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=444410) multi-legged tank, preparing to meet the Anti-Kraven Alliance landing forces.

"I've worked with the Freek forces before; they're outstanding people, and I don't see them getting involved when our objectives are mutually the same."

Izistan

09-12-2006, 07:28

The Izistani whipped around to face the Aralonian; "Good god man, are you going to say anything? Your lack of conversation disturbs me."

Aralonia

09-12-2006, 07:33

[ABOARD OUROBOROS NO.481]

Sokolskaya nodded.

"I see what you mean. So essentially, we're going to keep out of at least once alliance's hairs... let me check..." Sokolskaya rummaged through the avalanche of files on his desktop. "Gah! Here we are... Global Alliance of Sovereign Nations, am I right? Cos' we want to keep friendly with Gholgoth and such, since they're apparently nice people."

He took a sip from a drinks cup and continued with whatever he was doing on his tablet, I dunno, a Flash game or something, before turning to the Izistani.

"Err, sorry, I've been distracted and sleepy."

Bretton

09-12-2006, 22:02

"In essence," Bauker stated. "The Chancellor will meet with the Freek leadership again soon to discuss the issue of their defense pact with GASN - at which time I am confident Gholgoth will not oppose our actions. Until then, we will busy ourselves with the other alliances previously mentioned, such as ADAN, UCN, GAPTS, and so forth." The Marshall began babying his pet iguana again, which continued to melt into contentedness with all the attention it was recieving.

"In any case, if there are no further objections, we can start the bidding process and get this ball rolling."

The Silver Sky

11-12-2006, 04:40

"No objections from us." Stated Ambassador Ruiz as he finished his notes on his laptop and quickly sent a memo to President Maddox. He turned to his little dog which was happily sitting and wagging it's tail, content at watching the iguana from across the room.

Ambassador Ruiz petted the dog and then grabbed and raised a glass of water, "To Prosperity! To Common Sense! To Intelligence!" he said with an air of humor.

Izistan

11-12-2006, 06:28

"I have no objections to starting the bidding."

Kruger raised *RANDOMBEVERAGE* along with the Skyian Representative. "Cheers!".

Aralonia

11-12-2006, 06:28

[ABOARD OUROBOROS NO.481]

Sokolskaya shrugged.

"Sure, though we won't be bidding much. Aralonia doesn't have much of an invasion capability. We just defend ourselves and smash navies when necessary."

Bretton

12-12-2006, 19:16

OOC: Axis + Czardas, this would be a good time to post.

Vrak

14-12-2006, 11:15

OOC: Very sorry Bretton for my lateness. I could say something like, “8 courses, massive unit plans and papers, and crazy family life” but then again, everyone has stuff going on in real life. I’ll try to post more regularly. As well, as per your telegram, my guys are waiting outside the conference room and didn’t go in yet due to the fiasco at the plane. I hope this would be a good place to continue the rp. So, can we pretend that my Chief Envoy was talking to someone outside the elevator instead?

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IC:

Karlooq stood his ground and surveyed the situation calmly. He looked up as the Bretton Stahlkörper yabbered at him in an arrogant tone. He didn’t like it, but he knew when he was outgunned. He spoke briefly into his mic again, nodded his head, and then said,

“Searching for weapons and explosives aboard our craft is one thing, of which we agree. But to search for information about our craft and trying to learn our secrets is quite another. Do you see us taking photographs or gathering information about your craft or weaponry in any active or passive form? No.”

Then he turned and barked to a nearby crew member. Slowly but smoothly, the ramp was lifting up.

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The Chief Envoy stood placidly still and spoke again to the nearest Bretton.

“Well, now we have complied with your quarantine. We have a responsibility to maintain the integrity of our craft and other technical aspects, such as my guard detail from prying eyes. We have agreed to be bound to your terms of inspection, but that was crossed when your technicians tried to obtain secret information. We have not conducted active or passive data collection on your craft, soldiers, or weaponry. Do you really wish to establish relations with the Kingdom or do you want to sabotage it by carrying out risky activity?”

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