NationStates Jolt Archive

It came by way of courior, word-of-mouth, e-mail, hand-delivery, and every other possible means of transfering information from one to another. The message proliferated known and unkown space drawing the attention of everyone to one point, the Constantine Space Port.

The message read:

=/\=To whom it may concern,

The Empire of Trinity Blood will be hosting a summit. The purpose of this summit will be to start peaceful relations between Trinity Blood any new nation that chooses to make this their first contact with us as well as to enhance our already existing relations with known nations.

However, we must ask all to leave any and all hostilities with any of the other's that choose to attend at the proverbial door. As such, we will only allow two guards per person and all weapons will have to be checked with our security personal to be returned when you leave.

If you agree to the terms, then feel free to travel to the Constantine Space Port, co-ordinates are enclosed with this message, to take part in this summit.

Signed,
Abel Nightroad
King of Albion
Member of the Royal and Imperial families of Trinity Blood=/\=

The nations of Balrogga, British Londinium, Imperial isa, The Garbage Men, TheBlackLotusSociety, Gaian Ascendancy, Goonswarm, Hailung, and Ri-an were already reserved as special invites. As such, their seats were guaranteed.

OOC guess i leave wolf out as you could class him as a weapon himself
i all so have a idea to ask you when i finish with The Garbage Men

OOC: As long as you promise to keep him on his best behavior, and Ri-an can include an anti-magick field if need be, I think, I don't see why you won't be able to send your main character. I'm sure not everyone will be sending people who would be helpless if it came to unarmed combat.

OOC: As long as you promise to keep him on his best behavior, and Ri-an can include an anti-magick field if need be, I think, I don't see why you won't be able to send your main character. I'm sure not everyone will be sending people who would be helpless if it came to unarmed combat.

OOC that's why he got three Priestess as long as no one lay a finger on them they keep him in line,oh i must post the new ship showing up

In the name of his most beneficent Majesty, Scion of Chaos and True Master of Mankind, the Emperor Remiel De Drakan we send forth this message of intent. The acolytes of the Architect of Fate have ruminated upon your message, the Blood God has voiced the martial honor of your people. The Prince of Excess knows of your decadance and your lusts, and the Lord of Decay has known your people. Chaos has spoken in a voice undivided, and their servants march forth.

In His Name, we declare our intent to forward a diplomatic endeavor to your people. Make ready, for the most glorious of all the Human species makes himself known, the divine Lord Remiel, Black God-Emperor, Unifier of the Human Race, as he was then, is now and shall be over all, in eternum.

His chariot scars the very skies. His name is upon a hundred million lips. He is Chaos Ascendant. And he comes.

Constantine was known to them now, a focal point of Imperial interest. To be enjoined in such an endeavour was to profit and grow in both power and influence. Inquisitorial assessment and Trader consideration had been completed, and now all that remained was to seal the notion of good relations.

Space seemed to twist and buckle, reality itself undoing its threads as the roaring wound scissored through the fabric of all that was. The vessel that slid forth was alone, yet immense in its construction. The forges of Chronosia Secundus had laboured to build such a thing, beyond the knowledge of mere men, beyond the scope of reality. Only a warp-saturated area of real-space could have allowed such construction, only the bastardy of psychics inherent in the Chronosia System could have borne such a thing.

It had once been the Ecstacy of Slaanesh., now it was the Sword of Arioch, an immense black vessel that seemed to pulse with ruinous power. Runes burned upon its hull, whispering with the foul intent of bound daemons. Weapons studded it, culminating in its primary Bombard Cannons and the Immense Warp Cannon set into its main armament.

It was truly black and wonderous to behold.

In the name of the most glorious Emperor, Remiel De Drakan, we announce His presence before your great edifice, and request an audience.

A Ri-an diplomat was already at the station.

For our envoy to this summit, we declare O'aka the 65th as our representitive.

A delicate graceful ship appeared. On it was Lady Silk eyes, A Kitsune of such age, that she had become a Nine-tailed Fox. With her, were two younger Kitsune, not that she needed any help, but if she did, Sharp Ears, her younger brother, and swift-foot her son would be ready to assist.

Niether were nine-tailed foxes, and so were just ordinary Kitsune.

As Representitives we send directly from The Emperer's Court, Lady Silk Eyes.

HMS Kensington
Sovereign-class cruiser
2300 hrs

The HMS Kensington gleamed in the starlight as it warped towards the Constantine Space Port. It's warp nacelles pulsed a coral red, and the thrum of the engines resonated throughout.

"Mr. Paris, inform the Minister for Foreign Affairs that we are now docking with the space station."

"Aye, aye, sir."

the message got heard and made note of to be sent to Wolf later

The current represenatives were greeted with a welcoming message in the closest to the tounge they used which was in the CSP's computers:

=/\=Welcome to Constantine Space Port. All facilities will be made available for your recreational use during the duration of the summit. Upon arrival, your representative and his or her guards will be escorted to the closest office of our vault. Once there, your weapons will be secured inside a lock box genetically coded only to open for you when you leave.

Have a nice day.=/\=

Due to the importance of the event, everyone was wearing their best. Members of the armed forces were resplendent in their dress uniforms and the civilian personnel wore the most formal outfits they had.

After the representatives had stowed their party's weapons in a lock box, they would be escorted to the main park area in the habitation dome. It was the only largest area that could hold an event of this magnitude. Also, no one could complain about the view through the massive transparent aluminum dome overhead. Several buffet tables had been set up with appatizers, but the tables set up for the represenatives would be where their meals would be served.

O'aka the 65th was dressed very finely. O'ka the 63rd was also dressed very finely, but also weilded a jeweled Cane. They were already at the Constantine station, since they RAN it. They were among the first to be seated at their respective places.

Lady Silk Eyes waited for the human pilot to dock with the station.

Her, her Brother, and her Son walked, at Lady Silk Eyes' speed. She was old, and slower than a normal Kitsune, which was faster than a normal human, which is to say she walked at what most humans thought normal, but only because of Arthritus, and fragile bones.

Sharp eyes held Silk Ear's left Arm, and Swift Foot darted back and forth, here and there. For a Kitsune, he was really quite fast, and always boasted that he could outrace the lightning in the sky if he so chose.

They had no weapons, except for their very sharp teeth, and natural Claws, but their Claws were retracted in their fingers, and were no more than common finger nails now, and none of them had false teeth, so there was nothing for them to leave in the Vault.

Lady Silk Eyes had her nine bushy white tails spread out and held erect behind her. She wore a simple dress with a red top, and Yellow bottom, which went nicly with her white fur.

Sharp Ears had his bushy grey tail behind him, held partially erect He was completly Grey, and his suit was Black.

Swift Foot Also wore Black, but his fur was a compination of Black, White, and Red all in various Splotches and no particuler pattern. His tail just waved behind him as he darted around making sure his mother was alright, and there was nothing which could potentially trip her up.

"What?! You want me to go on a simple little C-level diplomatic mission to a place called Trinity Blood?" Naruto Uzumaki, one of the best, if not the best shinobi in all of Coreworlds, yelled at the top of his lungs.

"You think it beneath your talents?" Tsunade inquired amusedly, although with a steel edge. "Need I remind you that one of the tenants of Hokage is knowing when and how to use diplomacy? Besides, Daniel requested it."

Naruto sighed, annoyed. "All right. I'll do it, but only because Daniel's my best friend."

"I knew you would come to your senses." The young yet old Hokage responded with a grin. "My words are law."

"Even so, you're still an Old Granny!" Naruto laughed, fleeing the chucked desk and various other implements thrown by an angry, superstrong, vain old woman.

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A few hours later, the Konoha-made Ninja fighter erupted out of hyperspace before the Space Port. Before Naruto could make the call, an automated message rang out.

=/\=Welcome to Constantine Space Port. All facilities will be made available for your recreational use during the duration of the summit. Upon arrival, your represenative and his or her guards will be escorted to the closest office of our vault. Once there, your weapons will be secured inside a lock box genetically coded only to open for you when you leave.

Have a nice day.=/\=

"Quick on the drop." Naruto chuckled before heading to the spaceport and disembarked. Escorted by the local guards he reluctantly gave up his many weapons and headed to the large park where the meeting was to take place. "Spiffy place."

Skillfully, long before each represenative even came in sight of the park, the table they had been assigned would be marked by their nation's most common flag held by a model of their last known national animal and the table cloth marked with their last known national colors. Combined with the old Ri-anese database, the info gathered by Trinity Blood Intelligence as well as picked up during exploration missions and by various traders was really going to come in handy.

As were the course of things, the male representatives would be getting their fair share of looks from some of the local female population. One in particular was paying rather close attention to Uzumaki. She looked young, by human standards, but she was really a Methuselah several times Naruto's own age.

Also, knowing that at least some of the represenatives coming would probably hold some form of negative relation with another nation represented, security forces were strategically placed with orders to stun anyone who started anything violent.

OOC: Oh, and my 500th post on NS. Time to break out the bubbly, lol.

OOC: Congrats. Oh and get on MSN when you have the chance.

IC:
Though he didn't look it as he was currently stuffing his face with an appetizer, Naruto had the feeling someone was watching him and decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to have some small talk. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Naruto sauntered over to her.

"Why, hello! To whom do I owe the pleasure?" Naruto beamed.

having finish talking to Rachael, Wolf had got the message about the summit.

"i'm still not happy leaving the weapons back at the room"said Wolf as he leads the three Ladys and there three Pet Tigers

"oh do stop going on about"said Sky
"fine an we here"said Wolf

OOC so you know what Wolf looks like when his face not covered
http://www.umbrella-network.com/images/resident_evil/games/7/RE4%20Leon.jpg (http://www.umbrella-network.com/images/resident_evil/games/7/RE4%20Leon.jpg)
and with the scar he gets in the game

OOC: Congrats. Oh and get on MSN when you have the chance.

IC:
Though he didn't look it as he was currently stuffing his face with an appetizer, Naruto had the feeling someone was watching him and decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to have some small talk. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Naruto sauntered over to her.

"Why, hello! To whom do I owe the pleasure?" Naruto beamed.

OOC: By young, just an FYI, I meant she looks like a 13-14 year old human, but she's really a 130-140 year old Methuselah.

IC: The 'young' lass coyly blinked her eyes at Naruto and blushed a little.

"I'm Evale Chase, sir," she replied softly while blushing even deeper as she shyly avoided eye contact.

A thunderhawk disengaged itself from the bulk of the Sword, surging across the barren void to dock with the hulking mass of Constantine Station proper. The gilded vessel was ritualistically adorned. Skulls and silks covered it, sigils burned in almost languid flame, as though teased by invisible wind.

The doors slid open, forcing the ramp down as boots thundered against the metal, the harsh echo of ceramite on steel. The Emperor himself emerged, his armor a glorious mergign of gold and red and black. He towered over even his terminator armoured bodyguards, numbering two. He bore the two black blades of Chronosia, Lifesbane and Worldrender, at his hip, and was otherwise weaponless, his armour enough to protect him from an depredations he might face.

He breathed deeply, glancing around with the shimmering blue of his eyes, his black hair teasing about his face. He had arrived, he the most glorious heir of the Imperium, the most beloved son of Chaos.

Robert Jones, the Chief Marketing Officer, had arrived in a ship that had no TGM markings, in fact it was his personnel ship.

He entered the conference room alone and greeted everyone like he already knew them personally before finding a place to sit down and wait for the meeting to start.

OOC: By young, just an FYI, I meant she looks like a 13-14 year old human, but she's really a 130-140 year old Methuselah.

IC: The 'young' lass coyly blinked her eyes at Naruto and blushed a little.

"I'm Evale Chase, sir," she replied softly while blushing even deeper as she shyly avoided eye contact.
Is she flirting with me? Naruto blinked. He knew the reaction all too well from his wife Hinata. Then he grinned his trademark foxlike grin. Warmth and trust poured out of him like water. "Well, I am Konohagekure's #1 Hyperactive, Unpredictable Ninja, Uzumaki Naruto, and you better believe that I'm gonna be the next Hokage! I'm sorry to say that I'm already taken. But we could still be friends, right?"

Is she flirting with me? Naruto blinked. He knew the reaction all too well from his wife Hinata. Then he grinned his trademark foxlike grin. Warmth and trust poured out of him like water. "Well, I am Konohagekure's #1 Hyperactive, Unpredictable Ninja, Uzumaki Naruto, and you better believe that I'm gonna be the next Hokage! I'm sorry to say that I'm already taken. But we could still be friends, right?"

"Darn," sighed Evale with a slight pout, "though I wouldn't mind being friends, Mr. Naruto.

It took a few moments, but she eventually bounced back to her cheerful self.

"So," she asked, "Want a tour before you have to get back for the summit?"

OOC: I see you use the reversed Japanese style of names. Thus, you've created, in her mind, the look that Naruto is his last name.

the imperium may come

Memo to Kamino, XO of CSP

Anthony Stark, the ambassador posted to Constantine Space Port will attend the event in person without any need of bodyguards. At the appointed hour he will arrive from the Balrogga Embassy Grounds.

We thank you for this opportunity and will be on our best behavior.



Anthony Stark
~Ambassador, Balrogga Empire

OOC: Truncated the trip to speed things up.

IC:

Lady Imperiatrix Funaho Murasaki replied to the calls from the Hailung Legation. In particular, Demaggio said it was important for her to make her presence known, and visit the station so as to meet King Abel Nightroad and meet these people who could very well be friends to the servants of the Emperor.

She replied to the organizers of the Conference:

"To Abel Nightroad, King of Albion, Member of the Royal and Imperial families of Trinity Blood---

My delegation has informed me that we are invited to a conference that may lead to more fruitful relations between the servants of the Immortal Emperor and the honorable nation of Trinity Blood. I myself, Funaho Murasaki, Lady Imperiatrix of the Dominion of Hailung, would like to say I am coming to represent us personally. I am doing so.

I am eager to meet you; you seem like a wonderful gentleman!

(little anime doodle smiley)

Sincerely,

Funaho Murasaki
Lady Imperiatrix
Heir to the House of Kurosawa
Dominion of Hailung
IoM"

She then boarded her own vessel, the St. Farnsworth's Fist, a modest Lunar-class vessel that also had plenty of guts in it, as Lunars did. Accompanied by her husband, the Lord Consul, and two of Kurosawa's Own Bodyguard Regiment (OOC: Uniform pattern similar to the State Alchemists from FMA, but with thesecolors (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/Senor_Nb3/japanese_army_current_issue.jpg)), she stood on the bridge in her finest kimono and turned to the Captain onboard. Smiling, she said, "Take us into the Immaterium, Captain. Set course for Constantine Space Port posthaste. I'd rather not be late."

The Captain saluted and said, "Aye, your Excellency." With a hearty bow, he then did a left hace and issued the orders. The vessel lurched into Warp drive, and sped to CSP as fast as it could.

As she traveled there, Lieutenant Maria Hepp, commander of the company, said, "Are you sure about this? This could be dangerous, and somewhat of a security risk."

The Lady Imperiatrix only said, in her eerily calming voice, "I would not worry about it. Fu fu fu...if anything happens, I will have good bodyguards by my side. That's why I brought here, yes?"

Hepp nodded, and said, "Understood, Your Excellency."

When it got there, the Lady Imperiatrix said, "Attention Constantine Space Port, this is Lady Imperiatrix Funaho Murasaki of the Dominion of Hailung. We are expected at this conference."

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Demaggio was worried. Valdes' psyker crewwoman, Lassie had been able to filter out the worst of the Chaos emenations. But she still had a feeling of dread that she couldn't shake....

Wolf looks at the guard
"so are you going to point out our seats or what"said Wolf

@Isa:

"That would be the one with your flag on it, sir," said the officer, "as we weren't sure if you would be coming or not, they set it up for you while you were en route from your last location."

@Hailung:

The same computer automated message that everyone else would get was transmitted to the St. Farnsworth's Fist:

=/\=Welcome to Constantine Space Port. All facilities will be made available for your recreational use during the duration of the summit. Upon arrival, your represenative and his or her guards will be escorted to the closest office of our vault. Once there, your weapons will be secured inside a lock box genetically coded only to open for you when you leave.

Have a nice day.=/\=

King Nightroad had recorded it long before the original message had been sent out and had ordered it set on automatic so he could save his voice and not wear it out greating everyone.

@Bal:

Dear Athony Stark:

Your presence at the summit will be greatly appreciated. I assume you won't be partaking in the meal portion. Though, if you wish to enjoy the experiance, please let me know so I can let the kitchens now if they need to prepare something for you or not.

Signed,
Haruko Kamio
XO of Trinity Blood forces of the CSP

Wolf ,the three Ladys ,three Tigers and now two Wolves that came out of the Shadows walk past the the officer to the seats

"sit Bran"said Sky to her Tiger as she sat down in the chair Wolf pull out for her
Wolf pulls out a chair for Mira next
"sit Adonis"said Mira to her Tiger as she sits down
Wolf then pulls out a chair for Snow
"sit Balder"said Snow to her Tiger as she too sits down

Wolf now takes his seat an not saying a word to the Wolves as they sat down as he did


OOC check the CSP thread for the pets sizes

The ragtag band of Vortigaunts who wandered the universe on a journey uncertain discovered the message and Vrrrka decided to investigate.

Within the station, at the coordinates given in the message, a strange orb of light began to form. Its size continued to expand exponentially until it was about the size of an average person, and the light it produced was almost blinding - and yet, it did not illuminate the surroundings nor cast any new shadows. Streaks of wild energy shot from its core like untamed lightening, which surprisingly did not seem to leave any damage as it touched the floor beneath it. As the energy ball stopped growing, a quiet whining sound could be heard from within as it became stable. And then, it simply hovered there, glowing and whining and doing little else of interest. A strange smell reminiscent of ozone began to disperse around it.

It was a portal. From somewhere on the other side, a loud, echoing voice could be heard. The voice was clearly spoken by an alien, though it was in a universal language that most could understand.

"To you from us, greetings. We witnessed your interstellar soundwaves with great... adulation. From this portal yonder, we wish to send one of us to speak with one of you, and give you more personal greetings. We await, for your permission."

The voice from within the portal stopped abruptly, and the portal simply hovered there, glowing and whining, as the voice from the other side awaited a response.

Remiel entered the conferance, glancing around at those already gathered with something akin to a patron of a zoo regarding the animals. He moved slowly, deliberately, seating himself at his place, eternally flanked by the armoured warriors who accompanied him. They wore helmets, engraved into almost suffocatingly tight masks. Twisted, almost lustful, visages gazed back, blessed with the eternal golden gifts of Slaanesh, the rich spices and supple silks that wrapped them signs enough of their devotion without the blazing sigils worked into the gold and black of their raiment.

Remiel allowed himself to lean back sensuously, pressing back against the chair as he relaxed, tensing every muscle, twisting lightly. He was utterly aware of every sensation he brought to bear upon his body, utterly involved in every process. He had learned the Slaaneshi arts long before, and now perfected them with a limitless understanding of Chaos itself. He was, after all, its Scion, their chosen instrument.

Sighing softly, tensing his muscles with the beating of his twinned hearts and the unfathomable biologics of his Primarch systems, he waited for the show to begin, while still regarding those peers already gathered with an arrogant indifference, born of true Lordship.

"To you from us, greetings. We witnessed your interstellar soundwaves with great... adulation. From this portal yonder, we wish to send one of us to speak with one of you, and give you more personal greetings. We await, for your permission."

=/\=Provided you are willing to comply with the rules originally set down in the original message, you are more than welcome. Though, please, next time try not to open one of your portals in the middle of the street. We can transmit you the co-ordinates to locations we set aside for purposes such as that.=/\=

Haruko Kamio
XO of Trinity Blood forces of the CSP

I will emulate the eating so I do not waste another person's meal. That would not be polite.

A. Stark



Later on that day at the appropriate time, the Imperial Ambassador left the diplomatic ship being used as the embassy while the embassy proper situated on the station itself was being constructed. He walked alone to the conference, intending to arrive a few minutes early.



OOC:

This is a chance for anyone who wants to meet him on the way.

"Darn," sighed Evale with a slight pout, "though I wouldn't mind being friends, Mr. Naruto.

It took a few moments, but she eventually bounced back to her cheerful self.

"So," she asked, "Want a tour before you have to get back for the summit?"

OOC: I see you use the reversed Japanese style of names. Thus, you've created, in her mind, the look that Naruto is his last name.
"Mr. Naruto?" He asked, a little confused as to why she would...oh! "Oh! Right. I forgot that names are reversed outside of Coreworlds. My first name is Naruto and my surname is Uzumaki, although you can just call me Naruto. And yeah, I'd like a tour."

"Mr. Naruto?" He asked, a little confused as to why she would...oh! "Oh! Right. I forgot that names are reversed outside of Coreworlds. My first name is Naruto and my surname is Uzumaki, although you can just call me Naruto. And yeah, I'd like a tour."

"Interesting," she replied, "so, its Mr. Uzumaki, then.

"As for a tour," Evale continued, "I know just the place to start."

She gave Naruto a sly wink sure to make him blush and the wheels in his mind start turning before turning and skipping off towards one of the taller, near-by buildings.

OOC: With an aristocratic nobility, you'll actually find very few who don't follow the guidelines of formality in such situations.
As for where she's taking him, I'll TG you.

Sky was looking at Wolf
"ok why did you change out of Dress Uniform and back into Combat gear before we came here"ask Sky

"i feel more myself in Combat gear then Dress Uniform and i may add you three look hot in it'said Wolf as he pulls out a Pazaak pack from a pocket on the vest

"Wolf not now and i guess you do need to feel your self for this Summit ,so are you going to deal to all of us or are you playing a hand by yourself"said Sky
"on all"said Wolf as he starts to deal the cards

@Hailung:

The same computer automated message that everyone else would get was transmitted to the St. Farnsworth's Fist:

=/\=Welcome to Constantine Space Port. All facilities will be made available for your recreational use during the duration of the summit. Upon arrival, your represenative and his or her guards will be escorted to the closest office of our vault. Once there, your weapons will be secured inside a lock box genetically coded only to open for you when you leave.

Have a nice day.=/\=

King Nightroad had recorded it long before the original message had been sent out and had ordered it set on automatic so he could save his voice and not wear it out greating everyone.


The Fist arrived at CSP and held some distance off of the station. While the large vessel could dock on, it was felt more appropriate to use a Thunderhawk vessel to complete the process--less ostentatious, and it would be easier to move in the confines of the station. The vessel thus sped towards the station with men in tow, the Lady Imperiatrix fanning herself and wondering "I wonder if these people have any model ships?" and the bodyguards vigilantly keeping an eye out. When they docked, they stepped onboard the station, the LI taking a bit due to the finery she was dressed in, being careful not to trip over herself. She then folded up the fan, and walked to the waiting representative. The bodyguard then pulled out a dataslate, and read the following:

"Introducing Her Excellency Funaho Murasaki, Lady Imperiatrix of the Dominion of Hailung, Servant of the Immortal Emperor and heiress to the House of Kurosawa. "

Funaho cringed slightly, she was embarassed meeting these new people and showing off...she then smiled, regained composure, and said, "How do you do?" with a hearty bow. She then said, "I presume we turn over our weapons now that we are here, yes?"

Admittedly, after looking at the list of representatives attending the summit Doron was not exactly thrilled about attending. Still, orders were orders. If the Emperor wishes to extend friendly relations to others even during tumultous times, he would not question. Besides, it was Kanna's sixth month of pregnancy and Doron would rather face a legion of daemons and over zealous followers of some primitive god or another. Nothing was worse than a pregnant woman on a rampage. His best physician was left to care for her and tend to her needs. Poor lad never knew what was coming.

"So what far away kingdom are we travelling to today my Lord?"

The second's question shook him from his thoughts. An expected interruption. You could never get any good thinking in while enroute in hyperspace. "Some peace summit or other in the nation of Trinity Blood I believe. Why?"

"No reason. I was just making sure I had inputed the coordinants correctly when we left Lakfakallae since you didn't tell us where we were going. I stole a look at your orders and took care of things myself."

"Oh. So how long do we have until we reach our destination?"

A series of quick beeps rings out through the bridge. Doron's expression sours as he looks at his second. The man's only reply was, "now."

Sighing, the Abriel swivelled around in his chair just as the Whitestar exited the warp hole that had been torn open in Trinity space. "Wonderful. Route communications to my control."

Emperor Debreusec conveys his greetings to your nation and has sent me to attend your summit as representative of the Abh Empire and all kin of the stars.

the imperiums flagship The Imperator Invictus exited the Immaterium

the large battleship entered the matreium


the god Emperor and two adptus custodes in agies terminator armour entered agold coloured hunder hawk and headed towards the planet

OOC: @Seph: Uhm, what planet? The CSP is a station and the summits being held in the habitation dome.

IC: @Abh:

=/\=Welcome to Constantine Space Port. All facilities will be made available for your recreational use during the duration of the summit. Upon arrival, your represenative and his or her guards will be escorted to the closest office of our vault. Once there, your weapons will be secured inside a lock box genetically coded only to open for you when you leave.

Have a nice day.=/\=

Anthony was finishing up some of the required paperwork (although it no longer actually demanded the use of actual paper) for the construction of the block of area being planned for the embassy grounds. He applied his electronic signature to the forms and forwarded copies to the Constantine engineers. He checked the chronometer and discovered it was almost time to attend the conference being held in the habitation dome.

“Der’Dron, I am leaving for the conference. Please inform the captain I am leaving the ship.”

“Shall I assemble an escort?”

“Heavens no, if we did that, we would tell Trinity Blood we don’t trust them to keep us secure. I can handle myself if anything happens.”

“I see, I will inform the captain. Safe journey.”

Anthony left the Diplomatic ship docked in the port area while the embassy grounds and private dock was under construction. He decided it would be a fine day to walk to the habitation dome. He wanted to take in the sights of the station and figured a nice leisurely walk would be perfect for it.

Anthony disappeared into the throng of workers and other people crowding the halls.



OOC:

If nothing happens to me, I will arrive right before the event begins.

"Acknowledged."

Doron stood from his chair and unclipped both lightsabers, placing them where he had been seated. "You have the helm while I'm gone. Try not to blow anything up."

"Yes m'Lord. Somehow we'll manage without you."

His shuttle had been prepped and was now waiting down in the small docking bay. Quickly linking with the ship, Doron guided the calicke towards the space station. After clearance was granted, he put the shuttle down in its alotted location. Pressurized air released and a ramp dropped down in the back of the small shuttle where a cloaked figure emerged.

"Welcome aboard, Mr...." the Lieutenant glanced at her PADD, "Doron. If you would please step through the scanner, I can then take you to the closest vault station where you can store any weapons before heading to the park for the actual summit to find your table. I apologize for any inconvenience, but the security precautions for this summit are rather strict. If it makes you feel any better, know that every party, even those of our allies, had to submit to the same weapons check."

OOC: Everyone's getting the same welcome party. I just felt I should actually RP one instance of it IC'ly.

OOC: Everyone's getting the same welcome party. I just felt I should actually RP one instance of it IC'ly.

OOC but my lot they just showed up leaving all weapons back in the room at the bar

OOC but my lot they just showed up leaving all weapons back in the room at the bar

OOC: Security check points at all access points of the park. As you can see, I'm really trying to not let anything cause my summit to fail if I can help it.

OOC: Security check points at all access points of the park. As you can see, I'm really trying to not let anything cause my summit to fail if I can help it.

OOC very good idea, do you need more men

OOC very good idea, do you need more men

OOC: Not at this point in time. Though, thanks for the offer.

*** Lunar-class Cruiser Ex Cathedra. En route to the Constantine Space Port ***

The decision had been made at the last minute and had been made by the god-King Rhedick himself. The risks involved with this current endeavor were almost too terrible to consider and Rhedick had felt the weight of those risks even as he had made his choice. The Theocracy of Immyr would send a small delegation to the Constantine Space Port. Once there, the delegation would work tirelessly to establish contact with any nation or nations that might be persuaded to come to the Theocracy’s aid. With the forces of Chaos loose in the Charybdis Cluster, there was always the chance that the Ex Cathedra would be detected and attacked. It was for this exact reason that the captain of the vessel was under the strictest of orders to destroy the ship and all aboard should they be detected and fail to make good their escape.

The menials on board the mighty cruiser had no idea that their fates hung in the balance but the command crew knew and so did the chosen delegates. Lord Castellan Habian of the Royal Guard and Cardinal Meneas of the Adeptus Ministorum sat quietly, side by side, within the sanctified chapel hall on board the cruiser. Their eyes focused upon the effigy depicting the One God’s lifting up of the god-King Phineas II almost one hundred and seventy-five years ago. Each man prayed in his own way, knowing that the future of the Theocracy could very well depend on his efforts here. The two men were not and never would be friends. In fact, it was all they could do to be civil in one another’s presence and yet the inherent dispute between the Guard and the Ecclesiarchy would be set aside for the greater good. There could be no other way.

*** Nine days later. Constantine Space Port ***

The very fabric of reality was sundered as they cruiser Ex Cathedra blazed forth from the Warp and into proximity of the Constantine Space Port. As the vessels void shields and sensors stabilized, auspex servitors began interrogating the port and surrounding space. Vessels in attendance of the port were numbered and catalogued and a message of arrival was voxed to the space port itself. Seconds later, the bridge rang with the deep knell of the alarm gong as they crew began rushing to action stations. The massive Chronosian vessel shown on the auspex was unknown to any aboard and yet it was clear what it represented. Chaos was here, now. Terror filled the minds of the ratings and junior officers on the bridge. Was this a trap? Nobody knew but thoughts such as these filled the mind of the captain as he prepared to flee.

“Stand down from action stations captain,” ordered Lord Castellan Habian as he marched on the bridge, followed closely by Cardinal Meneas.

“But Lord Castellan, that is a vessel of the Ruinous Powers. We cannot stay,” the captain replied.

“Not only can we stay but we will stay,” thundered Cardinal Meneas. “I order it in the name of the One God. We have a mission to complete here and complete it we shall. We will face this evil as servants of the One God and warriors of the god-King.” A slightly amused expression flickered to life on the Lord Castellan’s face but was gone in an instant.

“The cardinal is right captain. We cannot be deterred from seeking out those who would stand with us in our hour of need,” Habian stated, moving to stand by the captain’s side. “The cardinal and I will go aboard and participate in this summit. If nothing else, we will finally see Chaos as it appears. We will know our enemy.”

“But my Lord, the fact that those in attendance fraternize openly with the Ruinous Powers compels me to point out that we have no place here,” responded the Ex Cathedra’s captain.

“That may be captain, but we will make that decision, not you. Do I make myself clear?” questioned Habian in a menacing tone, one eyebrow raised. The captain straightened and nodded though it was obvious he was less than pleased at being dressed down on his own bridge. “Good, prepare our transport then. We’ve a conference to attend.”

"Interesting," she replied, "so, its Mr. Uzumaki, then.

"As for a tour," Evale continued, "I know just the place to start."

She gave Naruto a sly wink sure to make him blush and the wheels in his mind start turning before turning and skipping off towards one of the taller, near-by buildings.

OOC: With an aristocratic nobility, you'll actually find very few who don't follow the guidelines of formality in such situations.
As for where she's taking him, I'll TG you.
"Lead the way." Naruto smiled even as he thought she was a bit young for him. Along the way, he scowled when he noticed Remiel haunting the area. Is it just me or does Chronosia always seem to follow us whenever we go to a summit?

@CW:

Evale led Naruto to the roof where an extensive array of telescope types and models had been set up. The tower was centrally located and the optimum spot for stargazing, especially during the station's night cycle, which varied in length to mimic the flow of seasons. Right now, the temperature and day-night cycle implied mid-spring.

"I just love to come up here to look at the stars," Evale sighed, "I guess you can say its somewhat of a hobby of mine."

@HFT:

The time the Ex Cathedra was ready for combat upon detecting the Chronosian vessel was brief, but was detected by the CSP.

In response, a message in Basic was sent to the Ex Cathedra:

=/\=Attention. All nations represented are here for the summit. This star system will remain neutral. No hostile acts between guests, be it in person or via ship, will be tolerated. We are fully prepared to enforce the peace here if need be. You have been informed.

As you are also probably here for the summit, depending on your tech level, we can either beam your represenative aboard or you can. Travel via shuttle is also possible. Or you could just dock.

Do note, also, any weapons brought aboard by parties intending to attend the summit will be turned in to security to be sealed in a genetically coded lock box for retreival upon departure.

Have a nice day and a pleasent stay.=/\=

"Welcome aboard, Mr...." the Lieutenant glanced at her PADD, "Doron. If you would please step through the scanner, I can then take you to the closest vault station where you can store any weapons before heading to the park for the actual summit to find your table. I apologize for any inconvenience, but the security precautions for this summit are rather strict. If it makes you feel any better, know that every party, even those of our allies, had to submit to the same weapons check."

OOC: Everyone's getting the same welcome party. I just felt I should actually RP one instance of it IC'ly.

OOC: Cool.

IC:

The Hailungese party stepped through the scanners, which would no doubt display the generous firepower each bodyguard carried, and the paltry in comparison hellpistol carried by the Lord Consul. Funaho turned to her staff, and said, "It's for the best. Don't worry."

As she stepped through, it would be revealed she had a bolt pistol, and a powerblade with her. Still, she felt comfortable knowing her men were trained in the unarmed arts. After submitting to the check, they readied their sleeves to hand over any gene-seed necessary for security purposes.

@CW:

Evale led Naruto to the roof where an extensive array of telescope types and models had been set up. The tower was centrally located and the optimum spot for stargazing, especially during the station's night cycle, which varied in length to mimic the flow of seasons. Right now, the temperature and day-night cycle implied mid-spring.

"I just love to come up here to look at the stars," Evale sighed, "I guess you can say its somewhat of a hobby of mine."
"I can see how it could become a hobby." Naruto nodded, smiling. "I have a friend that loves to look at the clouds rolling by."

@Hailung:

Each party was provided with a key when they put their weapons in a lock box. The key would indentify which was theirs when they turned it in before leaving. By simply pressing a thumb to a pad, the lock box none without their exact genetic code would be able to open their lock box.

@CW:

"In here," Evale sighed, "we don't get clouds unless those in charge make an exception for special events. The plants have to be fed by an artificial sprinkler system."

It was obvious that the stargazing was pretty much the only thing she enjoyed while being cooped up inside the station and not on a planet.

ooc my bad was overtired when i write that consder me at the meeting

ic the emepeor frowned he snarled xenos what i wouldnot give for a legoin of my astartes

@Hailung:

Each party was provided with a key when they put their weapons in a lock box. The key would indentify which was theirs when they turned it in before leaving. By simply pressing a thumb to a pad, the lock box none without their exact genetic code would be able to open their lock box.




This being done, the party wanted to go to the meeting as fast as possible. However, the Lady Imperiatrix noted that not all the invited personnel were could be heard to be whistling a jaunty tune, which corresponded to the song "I'm a Little Teapot," while the rest of her team kept watch as they explored the station's mall, the Lady intrigued by the items contained within. She drew out a parasol, unfurled it, and walked with it, despite the fact it was quite unnecessary.

Lt. Hepp spotted the Chronosian delegate at the conference as they moved, and immediately shuddered wth revulsion, like all devotees of the Imperial Cult did when exposed to Chaotic beings. She leaned over to the Lady Imperiatrix, who was busy reading Ship Modelers' Digest as the bookshop, "Your Excellency....can we trust these people? They have allowed the Forces of Chaos audience!"

Funaho, turning only for a second from her magazine, calmly replied, "I don't want to offend our hosts. Should the Warp-spawn harm us, more than likely they will harm him given the sincerity of their tone. Either way, be alert."

Hepp nodded and said, "Understood." She knew the Lady Imperiatrix usually had a good idea about these things, but was still uneasy about sharing conference space with a Chaos Lord, especially one that seemed to be high-level. She quietly began fumbling some prayer beads, muttering The Benediction of the Dragon Saints, the highest praise given to the Immortal Emperor by the Hailungese. Meanwhile, the Lady picked up a guide on how to kitbash model ships, and paid for it.

O'aka the 65th, the younger, more devilishly handsome of the two, stood up, and adjusted his black tie. The knot was hidden beneath a Gold Star with Diamond in the center, and a small Ruby ar each point. He looked like he just came from the cover of GQ magazine.

He decided to take a stroll around the station until the summit began,

"Welcome aboard, Mr...." the Lieutenant glanced at her PADD, "Doron. If you would please step through the scanner, I can then take you to the closest vault station where you can store any weapons before heading to the park for the actual summit to find your table. I apologize for any inconvenience, but the security precautions for this summit are rather strict. If it makes you feel any better, know that every party, even those of our allies, had to submit to the same weapons check."


Doron pulled the long hood of his cloak back revealling long blue hair that fell over pointed ears. A golden tiara was situated on his forehead with two shining green cat's eye hanging on golden chains behind his ears. He pulled open his cloak for the man to see. The only thing on the inside was plain grey clothing covering his body. "I left my weapons aboard the ship, but I will comply with your weapons scan just so we can go through the motions. Please, lead on."

Remiel chuckled almost mockingly as he listened to the prayers offered up to their corpse-god, and reciprocated by muttering the Benediction of Terra to himself, generally straying from its true message to invigorate it with warp-touched truthes and bloody parables, twisting the noble prayer into a debased mockery.

He tittered, leaning back in his seat as he waited for the proceedings to begin, letting his mind pulse and hiss with the power his psyker faculties. He would bide his time, let these Corpse-Worshippers whisper and plot. And then he would see what they had to offer.

Remiel chuckled almost mockingly as he listened to the prayers offered up to their corpse-god, and reciprocated by muttering the Benediction of Terra to himself, generally straying from its true message to invigorate it with warp-touched truthes and bloody parables, twisting the noble prayer into a debased mockery.

He tittered, leaning back in his seat as he waited for the proceedings to begin, letting his mind pulse and hiss with the power his psyker faculties. He would bide his time, let these Corpse-Worshippers whisper and plot. And then he would see what they had to offer.

The offensive blasphemies certainly made the Hailungese uneasy--even though they were off in a toy and hobby shop by now, the unnerving effects of the twisted prayer left a slight feeling of dread among the delegation. Even the usually placid Lady Imperiatrix stopped for a moment to say, "Why do I have a sudden feeling of unease?"

Hepp only said scornfully, "It is the Warp-Daemon. He is surely using some accursed enchantment to disconcert us. He must have detected my benediction."

The Lady only said, "Have faith. As your Commander-in-Chief and Defender of the Imperial Cult of Hailung, I assure you we will survive long enough. In the meantime, stay strong. Everybody recite the Benediction of the Dragon Saints in your mind; we can do this."

Thus, they did as they were commanded, the holy writ of Terra and the Imperium flowing through their minds, reciting the traditional anti-daemon curses. All the while, the Hailungese went about their business, though slightly distracted. The Lady Imperiatrix herself procured some interesting new model ships of Abh, Coredian and Trinity Blood design to paint later.

Arrival Point, Constantine Spaceport

Through the evanescent shades of black and through the brilliant clothe of stars that mapped out hyperspace shot the courier ship Desolate. It was a fast model ship designed for fast hyperspace entry and overhauled in its engines for maximum speed. It had already broken a few intergalactic records for speed, even beating the old Kessel run in times that would have made Han Solo do flips. She was of sleek design and had an oily look to her, which by coincidence matched her passenger, Count Alfred Mann.

"How soon until docking?" Mann's regal voice asked the pilot.

"Soon sir, we're being hailed now."

"My Count, are you sure we're not allowed to bring weapons?" asked Imperial Knight Vespasian. The red armored-black cloaked knight sat holding his lightsaber reverently.

"You 'glory-boys' and your toys," said another man sitting next to him, wearing all black armor and a white cloak. "Its too bad you guys haven't developed your hand-to-hand techniques very well. It would be a shame to mention the record."

"You damned Shinigami got lucky on the last match!" Vespasian countered.

"Both of you silent," commanded Alfred Mann. "You're to be my honor guard, and I expect you to act as if this were the court of his Excellency."

"Yes Count Mann," both grudgingly said together.

Count Mann stood at exactly 6ft high and was moderately broad in the shoulders. Due to his long silky, some said oily, black hair and bright green eyes set beside his natural good looks he had become a source of gossip among many of the ladies of the Thrashian court. Besides being a womanizer however, he was a skilled politician.

"Constantine Control, this is pilot-captain of the Thrashian delegation ship Desolate. Requesting permission to board," the pilot sent through the comm.

Brain Jar limped into Constantine's sensor range, her hull still venting a little plasma from a hole where her rear gun had once been.

She was a small ship, barely 300 meters in length, but posessed a mighty wallop. A year ago, seven pirate ships had found that out, to their dismay.

To save resources, the AI was running the ship while her master, the Metal Man, waited in suspended animation, a trance that he had learned to enter, in the space yacht's center. The fact that he was respected as a pacifist, even afforded the title of Wandering Oracle among some species of the Holy Covenant, did not immunize him from attack. The knowledge of Species One, carried in his ship's data base, often proved too tempting a prize. It was not enough that its caretaker would often barter the knowledge for supplies. Some had heard that the Metal Man somehow restrained the forces of Chaos and wanted to study him in an effort to learn to control it themselves. None ever succeeded.

Still, Brain Jar sauntered on. Her sublight drive was still intact, and it had brought her here. Better still, it had picked up a call from the station for peaceful negotiations--something that the Boss was always trying to get started. There was little downside here.

As soon as it was within range, the ship contacted the space station.

=/\= Constantine Station, this is Brain Jar. Request parking berth and access to power source for self-repair. Also request seat at negotiations for distinguished guest, the Metal Man. =/\=

The signal had reached the Arborians several days later on their home planet some thousand light years away. Fortunately for them, they had a short wave contact system employed on all colonies, including the relatively local Gnarsh.
Reein Vespeterium, the Chancellor of the City State of Vespeterium minor and nominal Emperor of the Arborians rose up to his full 9ft 6 height. Despite this size, he was like all Arborians, extremely thin and pale and quite weak compared to a human. It was the Arborian mind that gave them an advantage over their closer neighbours.
'Re-transmit this message from Gnarsh.' he ordered.

We would be honoured to attend this meeting of so many different species. If you would allow I will send my youngest brother, Caraliston Karo Selleck Vespeterium to meet you.

Caraliston Vespeterium now appeared on screen. He was shorter than his brother at 8ft 7, though he possessed a piercing stare in his jet black eyes.
Since an Arborian couldn't smile, his eyes flashed blue instead, a sign of courtesy.
'I look foward to making contact upon this space station. I hope to meet our old ally of Chronosia as well, who we have not seen for much time. I will be there soon.'

With this, Caraliston beckoned to the two Kyrakeen (the Arborians lizard like mercanary troops and the bodyguards for this diplomatic meeting) and stepped up on his star like ship.

=/\=Provided you are willing to comply with the rules originally set down in the original message, you are more than welcome. Though, please, next time try not to open one of your portals in the middle of the street. We can transmit you the co-ordinates to locations we set aside for purposes such as that.=/\=

A lone Vortigaunt stood on a small floating island constructed of green, pink and brown rocks, in the fantastical dimension of Xen. He sat in a meditative stance, waiting to hear a reply through the portal, the other end of which floated near him. It took some time for the Others to realise they had sent a message rather than simply replied in kind, but he was alerted through the Vortessence eventually. Rising to his three-clawed feet on his back-joined, skinny legs, he took a step through the portal.

With a flash of light the peculiar semi-humanoid creature appeared on the station at the other side, and the portal vanished behind him, leaving a mysterious silence. The lone Vortigaunt stepped forwards, his triangular feet tapping organically on the metal floor as he went. He took a few moments to adjust to the new gravity and air, and looked around for people. As soon as he found some, he blinked with his big red eye, placed his clawed, three-fingered hands together as though he was about to pray, and he bowed his head to them slowly.

"We heard your words across the void, and now this one comes to you," the creature said, in its strange, husky voice. "Humbled am I to be granted an audience in your presence. I am Vrrrka, and this one brings greetings to you from the Others."

Unfortunatly, due to the Deletion of Trinity Blood, this thread also dies.

Deleted? Why?

Deleted? Why?

For being Seaquest, that's why. Go to Trinity Blood's (Seaquests) Database thread. The last post in there is from GMC Military arms.

I do of course, take full IC credit for Trinity's destruction. The Void is a handy IC excuse as to why the nation is now suddenly gone. I saved the Constantine though.

For being Seaquest, that's why. Go to Trinity Blood's (Seaquests) Database thread. The last post in there is from GMC Military arms.

I do of course, take full IC credit for Trinity's destruction. The Void is a handy IC excuse as to why the nation is now suddenly gone. I saved the Constantine though.
from last page

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12274585&postcount=79

Whad'ya know...he even had me fooled. *tsk* Aw-well, trash taken out, no use crying over spilled beer, etc (other cliches).

I was looking forward to further insulting the Corpse-worshippers :P

such signals we receive
yet as each note echoes
though the vastness of space
our ears cannot hear
our mind cannot grasp
our tongue cannot form

The music drifts by us,
unanswered

OOC:
Who is Seaquest?

OOC:
Who is Seaquest?

Simply put...Seaquest is a Baka.

Most unfortunate. I can't piss anybody off if I can't RP with any of you:D

;) I was looking forward to further insulting the Corpse-worshippers :P

And I was looking forward to being insulted! ;) Is there any reason why we can't just continue the summit thread without Trinity?

If Ri-An wants to take over, I guess not?

Indeed, that would be nice to continue. Count Mann would be put out otherwise. :P We can just start up a continuation thread so as not to keep using this ooc-infested thing.

i be out as i'm about to use Wolf in a misson in the CSP thread

i be out as i'm about to use Wolf in a misson in the CSP thread

Alright, I'll go ahead and take over. I had the same idea myself last night. Glad to see I'm not alone.

Oh yes, Trinity Blood is trying to come back. Trinity claims to not be seaquest.

Oh yes, Trinity Blood is trying to come back. Trinity claims to not be seaquest.
I needed a laugh, that cheered me up Ri-an. :D

So will you create a new thread?

Alright, I'll go ahead and take over. I had the same idea myself last night. Glad to see I'm not alone.

Oh yes, Trinity Blood is trying to come back. Trinity claims to not be seaquest.

ok and thats going to be fun and games

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12280417#post12280417

The new thread

I will wait until Saturday my time, then start everything.

Meanwhile, Ideas?

When you say ideas...I assume you mean the subject matter upon which we will be meeting? In that case there are a few:

1) Trade
2) Mutual Non-Aggression Pacts
3) Intergalatic Interpol system
4) Negotiating peaceful directives between any waring nations
5) Strengthening of bonds between nations

Wolfs out but i still can do other things