NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is continuing from Trinity Blood's Coalition of Planets thread. Due to a Moderator accusation of being Seauest, Trinity is no longer among us. I was chosen, as co owner of the station said meeting was taking place on, to take over. Its till open, just, this is a meeting of peace, not a meeting of war. Please continue in such a vein.

IC:

The meeting was scheduled for a week ago. But, due to Kajeenith and his Void, The nation of Trinity Blood ceased to exist. fortunatly, The station was spared. The guests had been given free lodgings for the week, while order was restored.

Today was the day, the day the meeting was to continue. Order had somewhat shakily been restored. The Isans were roaming the halls with the Ri-ans as security.

The tables were set back up, everything was in readiness.

O'aka the 63rd, dressed very finely hobbled with his cane. He would be the first to arrive. He arrived to find his grandson, the 65th, already there.

Soon, The Delegates should arrive.

they both stood by the entrances, ready to great the Delegates as they arrived.

"I dunno what to do, do you?" The elder asked the younger.
"Does any government ever truely know what its doing? Just blunder along like you do, or people will loose confidence in you." The younger told the elder.
"Fine, you handle things then." The elder said.

A few minutes later, the opened the doors to allow people to come.

OOC: Use the old thread as an OOC thread.

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.

ooc: I didn't feel like writing up a new entry post. *shrug*

They were properly docked weapons were secured, and they were lead to the meeting hall.

"Greetings, Count Mann." The 63rd said.

He lead the way to the tables.

Various staff members ran about. The occasional good looking young woman stopped to get a better look at Count Mann.

"Man, the way the Trinity people just went poof. That was weird..." Naruto said, his wife Hinata by his side.

"Indeed. But not to worry. It appears that the diplomatic meeting is still going on." Hinata replied softly.

"Yeah. It'd be a good one if it weren't for that baka Remiel." Naruto whined.

Hinata just giggled and pushed her husband out the door and down to the hall. "Be nice now! I don't want you two to act stupid!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Naruto whined.

"Man, the way the Trinity people just went poof. That was weird..." Naruto said, his wife Hinata by his side.

"Indeed. But not to worry. It appears that the diplomatic meeting is still going on." Hinata replied softly.

"Yeah. It'd be a good one if it weren't for that baka Remiel." Naruto whined.

Hinata just giggled and pushed her husband out the door and down to the hall. "Be nice now! I don't want you two to act stupid!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Naruto whined.

"Good evening." The 65th said.

"Your table is right over this way." he said. He lead them to their table, not oo far from count Mann of Thrashia. The two were close enough to strike up a conversation if they so chose.

Count Alfred Mann stepped of his shuttle and into the hangar bay of the Constantine Spaceport. It was certainly a peasant-like place, but then he couldn't always assume for there to be the best at all times. One had to give up certain pleasures and vices on occasion. Count Mann wore black knee-high boots, white silk trousers, a gold jerkin, and a red overcoat with a black half-cape over his left shoulder. He smiled as he stepped fully out of the ship.

Imperial Knight Vespasian and Shinigami Captain Ziminar stood on either side of him and were following on his heals. Vespasian's lightsaber hung from its usual clasp on his hip and jingled as he stepped. Ziminar's katana sword was tied in position next to his drawing arm. Both were alert in case of any sort of mis-chance trap or other. Not that it was to be expected; but one could not be too overly cautious.

"Relax gentlemen," said Count Mann, sensing their uneasiness. "I wouldn't have allowed us to land if I thought there was any harm."

"Of course sir," said Vespasian. Ziminar just shrugged and relaxed, almost as if disappointed. Count Mann walked up to someone who looked like a greeter or servant-type.

"I am Count Alfred Mann of Thrashia. Where is the meeting going to take place? I would like to be escorted there immediately."

"Remind me to thank his Majesty for another wonderful time. Everytime I get sent off on a diplomatic mission, something always goes awry."

Doron stopped in an abandoned hallway and looked up and down both directions. "Now where the hell am I?! Damn it. I'll just grab the first person I find and ask for directions. I knew I shouldn't have left my tour group. Be my luck, the first thing I run across be a Kython or Daemon. Lovily way to start a peace summit. With a fraggin fight."

Count Alfred Mann stepped of his shuttle and into the hangar bay of the Constantine Spaceport. It was certainly a peasant-like place, but then he couldn't always assume for there to be the best at all times. One had to give up certain pleasures and vices on occasion. Count Mann wore black knee-high boots, white silk trousers, a gold jerkin, and a red overcoat with a black half-cape over his left shoulder. He smiled as he stepped fully out of the ship.

Imperial Knight Vespasian and Shinigami Captain Ziminar stood on either side of him and were following on his heals. Vespasian's lightsaber hung from its usual clasp on his hip and jingled as he stepped. Ziminar's katana sword was tied in position next to his drawing arm. Both were alert in case of any sort of mis-chance trap or other. Not that it was to be expected; but one could not be too overly cautious.

"Relax gentlemen," said Count Mann, sensing their uneasiness. "I wouldn't have allowed us to land if I thought there was any harm."

"Of course sir," said Vespasian. Ziminar just shrugged and relaxed, almost as if disappointed. Count Mann walked up to someone who looked like a greeter or servant-type.

"I am Count Alfred Mann of Thrashia. Where is the meeting going to take place? I would like to be escorted there immediately."

OOC: Your running behind. Your already seated. It was clearly stated in my last post. Your next to Coreworlds.

"Remind me to thank his Majesty for another wonderful time. Everytime I get sent off on a diplomatic mission, something always goes awry."

Doron stopped in an abandoned hallway and looked up and down both directions. "Now where the hell am I?! Damn it. I'll just grab the first person I find and ask for directions. I knew I shouldn't have left my tour group. Be my luck, the first thing I run across be a Kython or Daemon. Lovily way to start a peace summit. With a fraggin fight."

He actualy saw two people. Niether of which was human. One was an Aquamarinian being carried on the back of a four armed gareen.

The Aquamarinian tapped the Gareen, and it stopped.

"What are you doing in this backwards hallway?" it asked, vibrating the air to simulate a human voice.

Imperial Isan Troops now stand guard at the meeting keeping a good look out for those outsiders who would like to start something with the guess's inside

Robert Jones, The Garbage Men, was there.

His task was simple get as much as he could in terms of concessions and the establishment of Depot's on all that attend...

"should be easy" he thought. Though time would tell.

An entire species vanishing? Well, Caraliston Vespeterium had seen it before a number of times. Disturbing and unnerving as it may be, the creatures that had taken over the conference and this O'aka 65th (a title or name? Caraliston would have to check) seemed trustworthy enough.

Before him loomed the station on which the meeting was to be held. His large star shaped ship hovered in the void of space. 'Send this message.' he ordered.

'Honourary delegates and hosts. We wish to descend upon your station now. We will be there in a matter of moments and hope to contribute to your conference. Thank you.
This is a message by Caraliston Vespeterium IX, Governor of Chi'Han

Snip

# Reduce speed to manuvering thrusters only once inside a thousand kilometer distance and the computers will guide you through the traffic to the dock best suited at the time for your vessel.#

Posted from old Thread as a continuation...



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.

OOC Balrogga do your people know what happy yet

Snip

as Anthony walks to the meeting he would see that there are no Trinity Blood guards Patrolling the CSP but Isan troops Patrolling it

OOC Balrogga do your people know what happy yet

Huh?



IC


Anthony watched as the guards patrolled before continuing his walk to the habitation dome, the setting for the meeting.

He thought back to his conversation with Mr O'aka a week earlier where he offered the Empire's assistance if it was needed. He noticed several areas where repairs were being made but that was only along the out of the way halls, the main through fares have already been repaired and it was diffacult to see the patch jobs from when The Void infiltrated the station, taking away the Trinity Blood natives.

Anthony waited a moment as a group of aliens exited from a storefront, chattering in their own tongue. He let them pass before continuing along with his stroll.

the emperor and his two adptus custodes body gaurds entered the room he spoted the 63rd hail he sauid

Huh?
OOC from your ic you know what happen to TB i asking if your all your poeple on the CSP knows what happen to them
IC
someone runs past Anthony bring chase by some Troops

"get back here you shoplifter"yelled one of the Troops

Count Mann looked around the table before he seated himself. Vespasian and Ziminar had taken up a standing-guard position behind his intended seat and were like statues. The table was surrounded by many different nationalities, people whom Thrashia had, if Count Mann remembered correctly, fought or had alliances with in the past. It would be an interesting meeting to say the least.

Sitting next to his seat was a fellow with bright blonde hair and an eager expression. Mann shrugged and sat in his seat.

"And where might you be from sir?" Mann asked.

Anthony reached out with his telekinetic ability and tripped the theif. The person flew face first onto the floor and was left sprawled and dazed.

Anthony reached out with his telekinetic ability and tripped the theif. The person flew face first onto the floor and was left sprawled and dazed.

the man was Handcuffed and Beamed away to a cell

"thank you very much sir"said a Sergeant

Count Mann looked around the table before he seated himself. Vespasian and Ziminar had taken up a standing-guard position behind his intended seat and were like statues. The table was surrounded by many different nationalities, people whom Thrashia had, if Count Mann remembered correctly, fought or had alliances with in the past. It would be an interesting meeting to say the least.

Sitting next to his seat was a fellow with bright blonde hair and an eager expression. Mann shrugged and sat in his seat.

"And where might you be from sir?" Mann asked.
Naruto's expression belied a fairly sharp mind that cataloged the fellow as Thrashian from the Imperial Knight standing over his shoulder. A sniff of enhanced scent detected no harm intended...for now. "You might know me as Uzumaki Naruto, from Coreworlds. I see you're from Thrashia."

Brigadier Roy Mustang walks in and takes his seat at the table
his cell goes off
"hello"he said after of a hour talking he end the talk
"yes dear"said Roy

"You are very welcome."

After the guards took the criminal away, he continued along with his walk.




OOC:

If anyone wants to encounter the Ambassador along the way now is your chance. He will arrive at the meeting soon.

Brigadier Roy Mustang walks in and takes his seat at the table
his cell goes off
"hello"he said after of a hour talking he end the talk
"yes dear"said Roy
Naruto did a double take when Roy entered. "Roy? What are you doing here? I didn't know Daniel sent you too!"

OOC:
lol. You appear to have Roy as well.

Naruto did a double take when Roy entered. "Roy? What are you doing here? I didn't know Daniel sent you too!"

OOC:
lol. You appear to have Roy as well.

OOC like the name and look of Roy Mustang after watching Fullmetal Alchemist ,but he not one he's head of IISA MI
IC

"i'm not the Roy you thanking of"said Roy as he check his PDA that just went off
"dam it truns into a full scale battle"said Roy as he keep looking at it

"Ah, very well. Nice to meet you too." Naruto sensed that this Roy doesn't have the fireball-throwing ability of the leader of the Alchemist Division. General Mustang would be amused to have a mirror-image of himself in another nation.

"Ah, very well. Nice to meet you too." Naruto sensed that this Roy doesn't have the fireball-throwing ability of the leader of the Alchemist Division. General Mustang would be amused to have a mirror-image of himself in another nation.
OOC my Rank base on my RL nations Army

"where you thinking of a Roy back home"ask Brigadier Roy

the emperor and his two adptus custodes body gaurds entered the room he spoted the 63rd hail he sauid

"Greetings." The Elder said.

He lead the Emperor and his two troops to their Table, Situated infront of Coreworlds and Thrashia, but next to where Mr. Anthony Stark would be sat when he finally arrived.

Naruto's expression belied a fairly sharp mind that cataloged the fellow as Thrashian from the Imperial Knight standing over his shoulder. A sniff of enhanced scent detected no harm intended...for now. "You might know me as Uzumaki Naruto, from Coreworlds. I see you're from Thrashia."

Mann smiled thinly. "You would be correct, Mr. Uzumaki, was it? I've heard from his Excellency that your nation has rather recently recovered your homeworld. Is that true? I'd have thought it was turned to glass or fully occupied at this time."

Mann smiled thinly. "You would be correct, Mr. Uzumaki, was it? I've heard from his Excellency that your nation has rather recently recovered your homeworld. Is that true? I'd have thought it was turned to glass or fully occupied at this time."

Roy looked up from his PDA on hearing this

"your not the only one who just taken back there home world'said Roy

Ka THUMP
The navigator winced as a large crystal crashed to the deck of the skyship. There wasnt a chance that he wooden deck would crack the diamond-hard powerstone, but still, having a small nuclear weapon tossed around in front of your face, no matter how unlikely it was to explode, is not an experience for the frayed of nerve or the weak of bladder.
"L-lady Vanima, please!"

The green-clothed figure on the deck shot a glance at him, from this distance her red eye stood out far more than the green, which tended to unnerve people even more. The navigator went silent.

"We are conducting important research, captain-"

"Lieutenant..."

"-Lieutenant. ~desu Im sure a man of your rank can appreciate the possibilities of the new prototype thaum cannon we are generously installing for you. ~desu"

"Wasnt the first one a prototype a week ago?"

"We've made some improvements. ~desu The beam is far more focused now, giving us much less leakage. Or do you ENJOY magical mutations? ~desu"

"Um, um, no mi'lady, its just that...isnt this supposed to be a PEACEFUL mission?" The navigator looked blankly ahead, pretending to study the stars in order to avoid the stare.

"So? Nothing wrong with installing a shiney new weapon on the way. It'll help keep everybody nice and peaceful. ~desu" Kaima nodded to herself, "And besides, the Archmage knows there are so many things I still have to do. ~desu The next batch of guns arrived while we were in transit, and I wont be able to test them until we get back, so I have to do my work here. ~desu"

"But...cant you be...more...careful?"

"Oh hush, theres no chance of any harm coming to anybody on this ship. ~desu I'm here, arent I?"

The navigator sighed. That hole was going to take a long time to repair.

---

"Coming up on target, contact message sent..."

"Now we wait..."

This is skyship Metatron, representing the Tolarian Academy.

We have great interest in conducting diplomacy and trade with the other members of our particular galactic neighborhood. We are here to do so.
In the interest of effeciency and general good manners, we request permission to land and debark our envoy and her entourage.
We have numerous trade items we are willing to demonstrate in order to faciliate trade and good relations.
All of our items are, of course, of the highest quality and have been thaumically shielded in order to prevent any possible leakage of magical radiation.

Thank you for your time in considering our message.
Metatron out.

Snip

#Power Down All Weapons and Reduce speed to manuvering thrusters only once inside a thousand kilometer distance and the computers will guide you through the traffic to the dock best suited at the time for your vessel.#

OOC my Rank base on my RL nations Army

"where you thinking of a Roy back home"ask Brigadier Roy
"Yeah. He's a good friend of mine." Naruto said.

Mann smiled thinly. "You would be correct, Mr. Uzumaki, was it? I've heard from his Excellency that your nation has rather recently recovered your homeworld. Is that true? I'd have thought it was turned to glass or fully occupied at this time."
"Heh. We kicked the Empire off the planet but good." Naruto grinned. "And Jurai isn't our homeworld, just our capital world."

Pick up your visual scanning. Does it LOOK like we have a computer? We can comply with the rest of your requests though.

(OOC:
http://www.donatoart.com/magic/weatherlight.jpg
Sort of what the Metatron looks like. :P)

Pick up your visual scanning. Does it LOOK like we have a computer? We can comply with the rest of your requests though.

(OOC:
http://www.donatoart.com/magic/weatherlight.jpg
Sort of what the Metatron looks like. :P)

OOC dam by looking at that one shot from a Nova Cannon on my battleships an you say good bye for good
IC
#sorry we not use to the CSP gear as we have taken over now that Trinity Blood is no more,ok we will send a Battleship to tow you in#

Pick up your visual scanning. Does it LOOK like we have a computer? We can comply with the rest of your requests though.

(OOC:
http://www.donatoart.com/magic/weatherlight.jpg
Sort of what the Metatron looks like. :P)

OOC dam by looking at that one shot from a Nova Cannon on my battleships an you say good bye for good
IC
#sorry we not use to the CSP gear as we have taken over now that Trinity Blood is no more,ok we will send a Battleship to tow you in#

Dalshan the stargon beet them to it. He pushed the craft with his great claws and head to a suitable dock.

Then the Adult Space Dragon went back to its Asteroid.

"Heh. We kicked the Empire off the planet but good." Naruto grinned. "And Jurai isn't our homeworld, just our capital world."

"How delightful. I recall Marshal Drugair telling me about the 1st Battle of Jurai. He led one of the 501st Legion's divisions in that battle. It sounded very interesting." Mann took a small flask out of his pocket and sipped on his favorite red wine. He smiled and looked at Naruto. "Though I imagine that the cost of retaking your 'capital world' must have been very high."

Vespasian, who was listening to all this, grimaced. He had been on Jurai with a contingent of Imperial Knights who had helped to hunt down rogue jedi who failed to escape to a star ship. Grand Master Draco had led them and they'd largely been successful; even though they had not run into any real jedi, only a few padawons and Coredian troops.

Ziminar just listened carefully and used his talents to study this Coredian's strength. He was obviously not a jedi, but he still seemed dangerous. The thought gave Ziminar shivers of delight.

"Yeah. He's a good friend of mine." Naruto said.


"Heh. We kicked the Empire off the planet but good." Naruto grinned. "And Jurai isn't our homeworld, just our capital world."

"thats good to hear" Roys cell gose "i must take this as its my wife Riza"said Roy

"yes dear what,ok as head Doctor go do what you do best and keep me updated"said Roy

(OOC: Looks can be decieving.)

IC:
This is acceptable. Do you plan to use tractor beams? If so please give us some time to decrease power to the forward shields, our experience is somewhat limited but the last ship that tried to tractor us with our shields at full ended up with an exploded tractor device.

(OOC: Looks can be decieving.)

IC:
This is acceptable. Do you plan to use tractor beams? If so please give us some time to decrease power to the forward shields, our experience is somewhat limited but the last ship that tried to tractor us with our shields at full ended up with an exploded tractor device.

OOC: Few posts back, I pushed you into place.

Dalshan the stargon beet them to it. He pushed the craft with his great claws and head to a suitable dock.

Then the Adult Space Dragon went back to its Asteroid.

thanks to Space Dragon taking care of the other ship
the Battleship was sent to tow damage Basttleship that had came in from a Rescue Misson that now has turn into a all out Space Battle back to the Dragon Fire Blackstone Fortress

(OOC:
Simulpost. Bleh.)

Kaima stepped off the ship and stretched, feeling various joints click. No matter how large the ship was, it seemed as though you could never really stretch out.
Behind her a train of students and servants followed, toting various boxes and chests.
All of them looked rather anachronistic, wearing clothes that would not have been out of place in 16th century Europe. Several had swords at their sides, although it seems as though this is not terribly out of place what with the revival of mellee combat in the age of lasers that can blow an entire regiment apart from a thousand miles away.
Kaima glanced around the docking bay, apparently their reception party had not yet arrived...

(OOC: Looks can be decieving.)

IC:
This is acceptable. Do you plan to use tractor beams? If so please give us some time to decrease power to the forward shields, our experience is somewhat limited but the last ship that tried to tractor us with our shields at full ended up with an exploded tractor device.
OOC
as Ri-an said you where pushed in, but with your shields fully powered up my tractor would not exploded

"How delightful. I recall Marshal Drugair telling me about the 1st Battle of Jurai. He led one of the 501st Legion's divisions in that battle. It sounded very interesting." Mann took a small flask out of his pocket and sipped on his favorite red wine. He smiled and looked at Naruto. "Though I imagine that the cost of retaking your 'capital world' must have been very high."

Vespasian, who was listening to all this, grimaced. He had been on Jurai with a contingent of Imperial Knights who had helped to hunt down rogue jedi who failed to escape to a star ship. Grand Master Draco had led them and they'd largely been successful; even though they had not run into any real jedi, only a few padawons and Coredian troops.

Ziminar just listened carefully and used his talents to study this Coredian's strength. He was obviously not a jedi, but he still seemed dangerous. The thought gave Ziminar shivers of delight.
Hinata watched the Thrashians with a practiced eye. She noted the Imperial Knight had considerable strength in the Force, while other guard, well, she thought the Shinigami traditionalist with the garb and katana, though her training taught her to never underestimate anyone.

"Well, we did suffer, but no lives were in vain." Naruto allowed. "Now we're working on the rebuilding aspects."

The Shinigami would feel a hidden strength coming from Naruto, one that meant 'Mess with me and you're dead'. And if he dared to probe even deeper, he would begin to notice something very interesting...

(OOC:
Simulpost. Bleh.)

Kaima stepped off the ship and stretched, feeling various joints click. No matter how large the ship was, it seemed as though you could never really stretch out.
Behind her a train of students and servants followed, toting various boxes and chests.
All of them looked rather anachronistic, wearing clothes that would not have been out of place in 16th century Europe. Several had swords at their sides, although it seems as though this is not terribly out of place what with the revival of mellee combat in the age of lasers that can blow an entire regiment apart from a thousand miles away.
Kaima glanced around the docking bay, apparently their reception party had not yet arrived...

a platoon of troops walk over to them
"hand over all weapon and your greeter is Xos"said a Lieutenant

(OOC:
Simulpost. Bleh.)

Kaima stepped off the ship and stretched, feeling various joints click. No matter how large the ship was, it seemed as though you could never really stretch out.
Behind her a train of students and servants followed, toting various boxes and chests.
All of them looked rather anachronistic, wearing clothes that would not have been out of place in 16th century Europe. Several had swords at their sides, although it seems as though this is not terribly out of place what with the revival of mellee combat in the age of lasers that can blow an entire regiment apart from a thousand miles away.
Kaima glanced around the docking bay, apparently their reception party had not yet arrived...

Their reception party was the man in robes decorated with symbols of all kinds. Some were magic, some were of science, and where they met, they formed new symbols. He stepped out of the Screen.

"Greetings, and welcome to the constantine. I am Xos, The Magi-master of Energy and Magiscience. The Summit is this way." He said. He turned and lead them down the hall.

He stopped at an office.

"No dangerous weapons of any kind, including magic, or Psionic powers. Of course I don't really expect anyone possesed of those powers to willingly wear an Anti-power ring, But I do expect you to deposit your weapons here. All of them. They will be stored in a mini-vault, only you will be able to open." Xos said.
He pointed at a Vault that was large enough to contain all their weapons.

"And don't think about trying to sneak something past." He said.

OOC: Magic meets magic.

Kaima raised an eyebrow, "My my, arent we polite. ~desu" She held out her hands, "I suppose you'll be wanting these, theyre the only ones I have. Some of the others are quite capable as well...I understand Jorrin here once blew up his conjuration classroom by snapping his fingers at the wrong time."
There was a storm of giggling amoung the students as one of them flushed, "You can take the swords if you like, but I will be expecting a receipt. ~desu They are quite valuable, and it would be a pity if they got LOST." She winked at the soldier, closing her red eye and leaving the green visible.
She turned on the arrival of the second party, and bowed very slightly, "It is nice to see that some people around here are capable of basic politeness. ~desu I understand these...gentlemen are going to take care of our weapons. In any case, you have my word that no dangerous magic will take place within your...station. We are here on a peaceful mission after all, and I want to get back to Tolaria. Delays would only inconvienience my research. ~desu" Kaima gestured to the chests, "Do you want to inspect those? It may take some time, most of them are simply demonstration models though, 'flashlights' if you will. ~desu"

(EDIT:
Simulpost again, huzzah! Edit done, yey!)

Kaima raised an eyebrow, "My my, arent we polite. ~desu" She held out her hands, "I suppose you'll be wanting these, theyre the only ones I have. Some of the others are quite capable as well...I understand Jorrin here once blew up his conjuration classroom by snapping his fingers at the wrong time."
There was a storm of giggling amoung the students as one of them flushed, "You can take the swords if you like, but I will be expecting a receipt. ~desu They are quite valuable, and it would be a pity if they got LOST." She winked at the soldier, closing her red eye and leaving the green visible.

(EDIT:
Simulpost again, huzzah! Editing...)

OOC ok Ri-an i'll take weapons off them you greet as you are better at then me

"thank you but our lord can blow up a world by looking at it'said the man

Kaima raised an eyebrow, "My my, arent we polite. ~desu" She held out her hands, "I suppose you'll be wanting these, theyre the only ones I have. Some of the others are quite capable as well...I understand Jorrin here once blew up his conjuration classroom by snapping his fingers at the wrong time."
There was a storm of giggling amoung the students as one of them flushed, "You can take the swords if you like, but I will be expecting a receipt. ~desu They are quite valuable, and it would be a pity if they got LOST." She winked at the soldier, closing her red eye and leaving the green visible.
She turned on the arrival of the second party, and bowed very slightly, "It is nice to see that some people around here are capable of basic politeness. ~desu I understand these...gentlemen are going to take care of our weapons. In any case, you have my word that no dangerous magic will take place within your...station. We are here on a peaceful mission after all, and I want to get back to Tolaria. Delays would only inconvienience my research. ~desu" Kaima gestured to the chests, "Do you want to inspect those? It may take some time, most of them are simply demonstration models though, 'flashlights' if you will. ~desu"

(EDIT:
Simulpost again, huzzah! Editing...)

"Now, if we were to go around inspecting every little thing, it might make one think, we didn't trust each other. How could we possibly foster good relations without trust?

Now, the meeting that is going on, you are mermitted to take to escorts with you, the rest, sorry, But the Station owner will not permit it.

not to fear though, there are many shops on the station, and you can obtain some lodgings." Xos said.

OOC ok Ri-an i'll take weapons off them you greet as you are better at them me

"thank you but our lord can blow up a world by looking at it'said the man

Kaima smiled brightly and patted the soldiers shoulder, "Thats alright, Im sure he's a lovely man on the inside. ~desu" The studends deposited their weapons with the guards, various magical weaponry clinked onto the hanger floor before Kaima nodded, "Thats everything. Six swords, a pistol, what appears to be a heavily enchanted rubber chicken, and a small portable summoning cirlce. A reciept, please. ~desu" Kaima then returned her attention to the Ri-an-ian.

"Excellent, we would be here for hours repacking things. Its terribly difficult to get a full scale model thaum gun into a three by one case. ~desu" Kaima gestured to three students, "You come with me. Ger, take everybody else and arrange for quarters. Now, Mr. Xos, let us hob some nobs. ~desu"

Kaima smiled brightly and patted the soldiers shoulder, "Thats alright, Im sure he's a lovely man on the inside. ~desu" The studends deposited their weapons with the guards, various magical weaponry clinked onto the hanger floor before Kaima nodded, "Thats everything. Six swords, a pistol, what appears to be a heavily enchanted rubber chicken, and a small portable summoning cirlce. A reciept, please. ~desu"

"who knows with a God, you weapons will be place in a safe"said the man as the weapons are picked up and taken away
"heres a tag with a number"said the man handing it over

OOC you go by Ri-an now

Hinata watched the Thrashians with a practiced eye. She noted the Imperial Knight had considerable strength in the Force, while other guard, well, she thought the Shinigami traditionalist with the garb and katana, though her training taught her to never underestimate anyone.

"Well, we did suffer, but no lives were in vain." Naruto allowed. "Now we're working on the rebuilding aspects."

The Shinigami would feel a hidden strength coming from Naruto, one that meant 'Mess with me and you're dead'. And if he dared to probe even deeper, he would begin to notice something very interesting...

"Ah, so I see." Mann didn't think it much use to continue playing words with the Coredian. "Well, hopefully during this meeting, through negotiation, your nation may garner some help in the reconstruction. And may I compliment your wife on her dress, quite beautiful."

"Excellent, we would be here for hours repacking things. Its terribly difficult to get a full scale model thaum gun into a three by one case. ~desu" Kaima gestured to three students, "You come with me. Ger, take everybody else and arrange for quarters. Now, Mr. Xos, let us hob some nobs. ~desu"

"Not everyone capable of massive destruction on large scales is mean. I could destroy entire worlds too, if I wanted, but then, to what purpose would that accomplish. True enough, there is to be a balance to all things, but would it not be better served to revitalise and restore life, rather than kill and destroy it? Ahh well, be thankful you never met The Mad God. Now there was someone that was ugly inside and out. He was bent one destroying everyone, and everything, for no other reason than that we existed, and he didn't. No matter, I, along with several brave individuals neutralised his powers, and destroyed The God of destruction.

Oh, looks like we're here." Xos said.

He sat Kaima at a Table on the other side of the Balroggan Representitive, at least where he would be when he arrived."

Xos nodded, then left.

Roy was still look at the PDA as more reports came on it
"dam the 501st and 1st fleet is taking a beating"said Roy to a aid how was now sitting next to him
"sir they are best, they can hold"said the man

"Not everyone capable of massive destruction on large scales is mean. I could destroy entire worlds too, if I wanted, but then, to what purpose would that accomplish. True enough, there is to be a balance to all things, but would it not be better served to revitalise and restore life, rather than kill and destroy it? Ahh well, be thankful you never met The Mad God. Now there was someone that was ugly inside and out. He was bent one destroying everyone, and everything, for no other reason than that we existed, and he didn't. No matter, I, along with several brave individuals neutralised his powers, and destroyed The God of destruction.

Oh, looks like we're here." Xos said.

He sat Kaima at a Table on the other side of the Balroggan Representitive, at least where he would be when he arrived."

Xos nodded, then left.

"What an interesting man. ~desu" Kaima muttered, "Asks questions and then leaves before you can answer." Kaima shrugged. She had met several Mad God's. Sheogorath was by far the most interesting to talk to, but it was the ones without names that you had to watch.
Glancing around the room, Kaima noted the seating arrangements. Far different from the Academy, the lack of natural light and a view of the outside was somewhat depressing.

"What an interesting man. ~desu" Kaima muttered, "Asks questions and then leaves before you can answer." Kaima shrugged. She had met several Mad God's. Sheogorath was by far the most interesting to talk to, but it was the ones without names that you had to watch.
Glancing around the room, Kaima noted the seating arrangements. Far different from the Academy, the lack of natural light and a view of the outside was somewhat depressing.

OOC: The Ceiling is a transparent forcefield. You can see outsoace as ,uch as you want. Every once in awhile, Dalshin The Stargon drifts into View.

I'm getting offline for awhile, but you CAN talk to the other Delegates, if you so desire.

"Ah, so I see." Mann didn't think it much use to continue playing words with the Coredian. "Well, hopefully during this meeting, through negotiation, your nation may garner some help in the reconstruction. And may I compliment your wife on her dress, quite beautiful."
"Thank you. It was tailored by the best." Hinata replied proudly.

"Perhaps we will." Naruto nodded. His eyes traveled around the group, those coming in and those that have already arrived. An interesting meeting this will be.

"so Mr. Uzumaki what your Focres made up of Humans or Clones"ask Roy

He actualy saw two people. Niether of which was human. One was an Aquamarinian being carried on the back of a four armed gareen.

The Aquamarinian tapped the Gareen, and it stopped.

"What are you doing in this backwards hallway?" it asked, vibrating the air to simulate a human voice.


"I was touring the station with a group but they seemed to have disappeared. Now I'm trying to find my way back to where the conference is going to begin. If you got any clues as to how to get out of this backwards walkway, it'd be much appreciated."

"so Mr. Uzumaki what your Focres made up of Humans or Clones"ask Roy
"Human, mostly. We never liked cloning. Smacks too much of the Empire." Naruto said, then something like a kick occurred in the back of his mind. Damned fox. "With a few other races like elves and dragons thrown in the mix."

"I was touring the station with a group but they seemed to have disappeared. Now I'm trying to find my way back to where the conference is going to begin. If you got any clues as to how to get out of this backwards walkway, it'd be much appreciated."

"This way." said the Aquamarinian.

he lead him down the hall. He pointed at a door.

"Right through there." he said.

Kaima sighed and withdrew a small device from somewhere inside her dress. Placing it on the table she snapped her fingers, causing a selection of tools to materialize next to it. Theoretically the finger-snapping was not required, but it felt good and seemed right, somehow.
After a few minutes of prodding and various ajdustmets, Kaima sat back and muttered a word which, whatever its meaning, resulted in the little device rising into the air and zooming around the table at some speed. After a little while it was a brass blur in the air. The woman nodded to herself.
"Much better...and from only a slight adjustment to the valves. ~desu I'll win this year yet. Hehe..."

"Human, mostly. We never liked cloning. Smacks too much of the Empire." Naruto said, then something like a kick occurred in the back of his mind. Damned fox. "With a few other races like elves and dragons thrown in the mix."

"Clones, Isan which a very small number of Isan are COs and NCO,we have some Iridonian Zabraks as mechanics ,and we got Mandalorian"said Roy

"sir more of the 501st wound are now at Dragon Fire"said Roys aid

"This way." said the Aquamarinian.

he lead him down the hall. He pointed at a door.

"Right through there." he said.

Doron nodded his thanks. "Much appreciated."

He threw open the door, cloak billowing up behind him, and headed out into the crowd that had assembled for the summit. Now there was only the matter of finding a friendly face. Some of these people were worse than a den of thieves.

"move along"said a Trooper to the crowd
"dam its going to be along day"said one of the other Trooper to the one standing next to him

he said adptus stay standing

OOC:

Since nobody wanted to do anything with Anthony, Ri-an can write his arrivial when he wants to start the conference.

Mr. O'aka The 63rd noticed Anthony Stark of Balrogga arriving.

"good evening Mr. Stark. Your Table is right this way." The 63rd said.

He seated Anthony Stark at the Table between the Sephiroth Emperor, and Kamia of The Jade Star.

O'aka the 65th got up in front of everybody.

"We'll begin here in a few minutes folks, The Tables are actually Replicators, fresh out of R&D. Their programmed with a ride variety of refreshments, so, help yourselves."

OOC: On Sunday, my time. I will begin. Giving Chronosia, and whomever a chance to get in. IF Chronosia gets in before Sunday, I'll begin after he arrives.

Robert smilied things where getting underway and hopefully all he had to do was sit back and sign the end result, though he would never deny a free drink or even food. Though food was tactlass.

From the reports, the people here knew how to make Slime Weasels a slimy and disgusting drink coloured brown from the ingredients. Though it didn't look very appetising it certainly was one of The Garbage Men's more unique beverage creations.

Robert had yet to see someone who even had attempted to drink one who wasn't from The Garbage Men. He called one up from the replicated and started to suck it in... You could not drink a slime weasel.

"Replicators? ~desu" Kaima prodded the table gingerly, while the little object continued its orbits. After poking a few of the more obvious buttons the mage shrugged and gestured underneath the table, whereupon a glass materialized and filled itself with water.
"Useless anyway. (mutter I bet they dont even have proper spring water mutter) ~desu"
Sipping from the glass, Kaima directed her gaze at the other various delegates, nodding respectfully at those who caught her gaze, taking in the variety of uniforms and clothes, most of which were unfamiliar to her.

Anthony took his seat and after looking around accessed the replicator, ordering a small computer with a link to the station’s network and to his Embassy. The tiny device materialized and he accessed it with his mind, using personal passwords to gain access to his own network. The holo projector displaying multiple images of displays for him to look at. Once he was sure everything was in order, he dimmed the display and looked to see who was sitting next to him. He noticed the male on one side and a female upon the other.

According to reports, the person to his right was the Emperor of Seperoth, a nation that attacked Balrogga a number of times about 800 years ago, after that there has not been ant personal contact with any of the people from the nation. Reports had spoken of an extreme militarism slant over the past few centuries but no actual visual of their Emperor, until now.

The lady upon his left was a complete mystery. There was no records of the nation listed on her placard un the data base. He was sure Balrogga had never met them before. He would give them both an opportunity to speak by addressing both.

“Greetings to you Sir”

Anthony turned to the female.

“Greetings to you Lady.”

"Replicators? ~desu" Kaima prodded the table gingerly, while the little object continued its orbits. After poking a few of the more obvious buttons the mage shrugged and gestured underneath the table, whereupon a glass materialized and filled itself with water.
"Useless anyway. (mutter I bet they dont even have proper spring water mutter) ~desu"
Sipping from the glass, Kaima directed her gaze at the other various delegates, nodding respectfully at those who caught her gaze, taking in the variety of uniforms and clothes, most of which were unfamiliar to her.

Kaima would find the Replicators had more kinds of water than was really neccessary. Spring, Glacier, Mountain lake, Stream, city, town, Metropolis, Desert Oasis. They even had water from melting Ice caps.

If she ever found out, Kaima would most likely dispute the real-ness of replicated water no matter what it tasted like.
She rose, however, upon being greeted by the Balroggan.
"Well, I was starting to think I was invisible. ~desu" Another gestured caused the little brass toy to return to her hands, whereupon she bowed, "I am Kaima Vanima, High Mage of the Tolarian Academy, as well as Chief Artificer, Registrar, head of the sales department and, on occasion, chief janitor. ~desu" She straightened, "We have some staffing issues, on occasion." She smiled, eyes glittering very slightly.

Anthony stood and turned toward his acquaintance.

“My name is Anthony Stark, retired professor of the Imperial College, Senior Diplomat in my Emperor’s diplomatic services and Ambassador to this station. I am most certainly pleased to meet such a fine example of nobility here.”

Anthony rose from the deep courteous bow he had just finished.

“I trust your trip here wasn’t particularly dreadful?”

Kaima's smile widened, "Ah, I am no nobility, only a humble scholar. ~desu And when I say humble I mean proud and arrogant, of course." The little brass object had vanished into her dress at some point, "And our trip wasnt too bad, no. Designing the planeshift drive was the hardest part, but we finished that years ago. ~desu"

Robert, stil having plenty of his Slme Weasel left, looked and watched as the diplomatic glance went on around him.


A slight smile arose at the Balroggan, an ally, doing the dance with someone from ... The Jade Star. They seemed to be making friends, though in diplomacy and business, the two infact are the same. There are no such things as friends, meerely obsticles, acquantainces and mutually beneficial agreements.

"Ugh, better greet him. IT would not look good and could affect the mutually beneficial agreement we have." he thought head always in the marketing framework, perceptions are more powerful than reality and he knew exactly what it all was about. Eh, he'll have to wait until the discussion was over, he didn't like that it gave the impression that he didn't care about the Balroggians. Which infact he didn't but he certainly didn't want to give that impression.

He'd try and give a visual acknowledgement of the Balrogga representative before the meeting started, that is the best that could be done. Now only if the Balroggian would notice him

(OOC: I know I probably got your adjective wrong... What is it btw?)

“Please forgive me but you seemed to have an aura of nobility about you. If I wronged you, I beg forgiveness.”

“Well, I am certainly relieved there was no hardships upon your travels here. How far was your trip here? You said you are a mage. I am quite interested in the different aspects of magery myself, perhaps a demonstration of magics could be arranged at a later date?”


EDIT:

@ TGM - I am actually meeting her and her nation for the very first time. I am trying to get aquanted with them. Consider it a pre-first contact meeting.

"Oh, I take it as a compliment. ~desu It means Im doing my job with the students, haha." Kaima withdrew the little artifact again, "And if you want magic, theres this...its fairly simple, but its amazing what some of the students do with them. The basic principal is that a powerstone, a sort of battery, here, provides magic to this device, which converts the magic into heat and water, producing steam. ~desu" The mage set the device on the table again and waved a hand over it, causing it to begin hovering again.
"Its not very effecient, our ships engines have a far better magic-energy rating, but it produces challenges. In any case, theres an annual race, the only rules being that this little engine must be the base of the vehicle. ~desu" The little sphere began to drift across the table, "Of course this is mainly artifice, if you want impressive explosions we'll have to schedual something later. ~desu" Kaima winked, closing her green eye to better show off the red.

"The mages of my nation seem to specialize in something we call Eldritch Magic, or Meta-Magic in other definitions. We manipulate the energy of magic itself.”

“If someone were to cast a spell at me, I would simply unravel it and reweave the structure of the spell into something that would fit my current mood. I could turn a fireball into an area effect healing, reverse the targeting so he hits his own men, or simply leave the spell unraveled, saturating the mana field allowing me more energy in one of my next spells. It is a magic we have been practicing for eons, literally.”

“This race interest me. Perhaps you could tell me more about it at some time.”

“I hope I am not offending you in any way but may I ask about the different coloration of your eyes? They are most unusual and seems they might be related to your magical profession. I have a friend that entered the Enchantment specialty and her eyes were changed to that of a golden cat through her testing, the magic flooded her being and changed them permanently.”

Anthony noticed Robert trying to get his attention. He delegated a fraction of his mind to answer him while not interrupting his conversation with Kaima. He formed a second image next to Robert while maintaining his original one.

“Hello, you wished to speak to me?”

"How interesting, I've never heard of something like that. ~desu Our magic works on a sort of...well, life force if you like. ~desu Power from the land, if you like. All of our mages have a special connection to their homeland or some other place, usually this affects their ability to cast different spells. ~desu A person from a mountanous region usually has an affinity for heat-based spells, an islander can cast alteration magic, and so on. ~desu" Kaima put her finger on one side of her jaw, as if thinking, "And there are rumous of 'void mages', those gifted people born in space, but I've never seen any of them...apparently they have some truely terrible powers. ~desu" Kaima said the last sentence as if 'terrible' was one of the best things in the universe, "Anyway, the basic principal seems the same, one of our mages uses their mind to focus magical energy into the shape and...substance, I suppose, of what they want. ~desu It would be interesting to pit one of your mages against one of ours, you should visit the Academy sometime. ~desu"
Kaima blinked at the last question, then smiled, "Oh, theyre supposed to be natural, but I was born in a high background-magic region, so its hard to tell. ~desu It may be pure coincidence that my eyes happen to reflect the particular fields of magic which I am good at. ~desu I understand that heterochromia does occur on occasion in nature, though."

Anthony noticed Robert trying to get his attention. He delegated a fraction of his mind to answer him while not interrupting his conversation with Kaima. He formed a second image next to Robert while maintaining his original one.

“Hello, you wished to speak to me?”

"Nothing of any real importance, just wanted to greet you as it has been some time since I have managed to personally meet with anyone from the League despite being active. I'm stuck at headquarters most of the time, but something like this is one of a kind and so it's as good as an excuse as any to get out of the office. And get something real done for a change."

"dam why he did that"said Roy looking at a new report on his PDA
"sir dam who"ask the Aid
"here read this"said Roy
"oh"said Aid after reading it

“My duties currently keep me here at this station but I would certainly like to visit your Academy. To pass off a chance to gain knowledge is a crime so some day I will be visiting. I am very interested in learning your methods of Artifacture. Every society has their own variant but each is related along certain standards. After researching a few, you begin to notice certain patters that hold true for all forms of magic. The variables are the key which is based upon the different materials being enchanted.”

“Perhaps a demonstration of our two magics could be arranged as a form of showing off the two styles when we open our embassy in a couple weeks. It is currently being constructed and furnished at this moment. I have been planning on having a party to commemorate the embassy opening. If you are interested, please let me know. Don’t be rushed to give an answer, think about it and get back to me. The display will of course be non-lethal.”

“Yes, your eyes do remind me of my two homes. The green of the isles on Earth where we have lived for over a millennium and the red from a time long ago before our written history.”


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“We haven’t really been active in the League either. The Emperor agreed to join the League during a first contact meeting with the three founders and that is the last I heard about it. They haven’t contacted us since then for any sort of assistance.”

“Have you been able to turn your membership with the ITH into a profit? I heard you were on the Directory.”

The turbines whirred as the star shaped ship descended upon the platform. When it had landed, a bright flash of light signalled teleportation of Caraliston form the ship. He stood up to his full, 8 ft 7 height and straightened his robes. Two more flashes and behind him stood two reptilian creatures with armour and particle guns. One whispered something to the other, and it let out a bark of laughter. Caralistons eyes flashed yellow.

'Don't be insolent.' he ordered. 'I'm sure we look just as odd to them.'
He strode foward a little. 'Good day, I'm Caraliston Vespeterium. Will the meeting be starting soon?'

The turbines whirred as the star shaped ship descended upon the platform. When it had landed, a bright flash of light signalled teleportation of Caraliston form the ship. He stood up to his full, 8 ft 7 height and straightened his robes. Two more flashes and behind him stood two reptilian creatures with armour and particle guns. One whispered something to the other, and it let out a bark of laughter. Caralistons eyes flashed yellow.

'Don't be insolent.' he ordered. 'I'm sure we look just as odd to them.'
He strode foward a little. 'Good day, I'm Caraliston Vespeterium. Will the meeting be starting soon?'
OOC Ri-an is the greeter
IC
troops walk over to them

"please hand all weapons to us and your greeter is a young woman "said the Lieutenant

The two reptilian creatures glowered angrily. But were cowed by a gaze from Caraliston.
'Hand them your weapons.' he ordered. They complied. Caraliston turned back. 'Thank you.' he said to the troops. 'Tell me, is there food served here?My two Kyrakeen soldiers are hungry. Like all true barbarian mercanaries, they like uncooked meat. Would you happen to have any?'

The two reptilian creatures glowered angrily. But were cowed by a gaze from Caraliston.
'Hand them your weapons.' he ordered. They complied. Caraliston turned back. 'Thank you.' he said to the troops. 'Tell me, is there food served here?My two Kyrakeen soldiers are hungry. Like all true barbarian mercanaries, they like uncooked meat. Would you happen to have any?'

"i think so sir my job is just take the weapons off the guest and tell them who there greeter is"said the Lieutenant

the weapons are taken off the mercanaries and taken away

"they will be locked up in a safe ,here is a tag with a number on it so you can get them back"said the Lieutenant holding it out

(OOC: Sorry for the text-wall in my previous post. Thats what I get for posting at 1AM, though.)

"I shall look forward to it, then. ~desu The Archmage does enjoy entertaining, just be prepared to eat a lot, he's an avid hunter of...well...everything. ~desu" Kaima made an expansive gesture, "There arent any cats around the university any more, for one thing."

"An embassy? We had'nt thought of one of those...we havent really used them in the last few centuries, theres been nobody to have an embassy with. ~desu But your idea seems good, Im sure some of the students will be eager to get out."

"History, eh? ~desu I've never heard anybody make that particular comparison. Most of them usually tell me theyre something somewhere on the scale from 'sexy' to 'disturbing'. ~desu"

The two reptilian creatures glowered angrily. But were cowed by a gaze from Caraliston.
'Hand them your weapons.' he ordered. They complied. Caraliston turned back. 'Thank you.' he said to the troops. 'Tell me, is there food served here?My two Kyrakeen soldiers are hungry. Like all true barbarian mercanaries, they like uncooked meat. Would you happen to have any?'

"Why, yes. We happen to have plenty of Raw uncooked meat. Come, the meeting is this way."

The young woman lead them down the halls, and to their table, not to far from the Table the Abh representitive was from.

Remiel yawned almost demurely as he sauntered into the conference, taking his appointed place at the table, drumming his fingers lightly as though in vague amusement. He had taken his leave to reassess the situation while the people of Trinity Blood appeared to have been near utterly wiped out. Hardly panicing during the conflagration, he had instead turned his formidible faculties to weighing the gain of this oddly esoteric removal from space-time and now returned, more confidant than ever in his ability to barter.

"You must forgive me, noble delegates, but I found myself too engrossed in all that had occured to care as to the passing of time, or those who languish within its flow. Needless to say I'm here now, and rather satisfied with all thats occured." He coughed lightly, stiffling a chuckle. "What were we discussing, I'd be thrilled to hear what we've all been talking about. Quite an odd turn of events."

He glanced around at his guards, before sliding a bottle from the folds of his cloak, placing it upon the table, marvelling at the green hued liquid that gleamed within. "I hope you don't mind if I indulge?"

Count Mann smirked as Remiel walked in. It had been a long time since the Chronosian Emperor had been in Mann's presence, not since he was a child working as an apprentice to his grandfather in Emperor Shadaum's time. Extravagently impressive as always. Mann raised his glass in Remiel's direction, the red wine like clear blood in the light of the room.

"Greetings to the lord Emperor Remiel de Drakan, may his arduous empire never cease...nor its bonds of brotherhood ever whither." Mann took the glass down and drank from it. "It has been some time since we've had the pleasure of your presence, are the court duties of Terra as boring as rumors speak?"

"I know precious little of the affairs of Terra, so enamoured am I with the affairs of my own Terra, Chronosia" He chuckles, raising the fine amasec to his lips and imbibing swiftly. "And how fares the renewed Thrashia? Thrumming with life and promise, brother amongst our noble Empire. Your men fight with an unequalled tenacity, be it in Charybdis or in the service of the Empire. I would drink to you, and the skill of your arms."

He chuckled lightly. "It is truly a pity that our bonds have remained strong yet our social interactions wither, as you have so keenly pointed out. There shall be renewed ties amongst us. Perhaps you would be our guest upon most hallowed Chronosia Prime when all this business is concluded? Your thoughts upon the Crusade would be most valued, fine meat and wine for me to mull over, as it were."

Remiel was seated next To The Delegate of From The Abh Empire.

It was a great Semi-Circle set up.

The Ri-anese Delegates, two Aquamarinians were seated and waiting at their Table.

"Let us begin.

I am sure this will end Favorable. We are graced by many attendees. Let us, have a moment of silence, for the nation of Trinity Blood. Swallowed by the Void, like so many others.

*A moment later*

I see many faces, some well known, some not so well known. It is hard to conduct affairs bent towards peace, with people you do not know. So, let us erase that hurdle, and introduce ourselves.

I am O'aka the 63rd, aged Merchant extrodinaire. The young man next to me, is my Grandson, O'aka The 65th, young merchant extrodinaire.

Though indeed we are Ri-anese by nationality, as Owners of this station, we were chosen by general consent to run this in place of those who are no longer here." The 63rd said.

The Aquamarinians spoke up.

"I am asldjkbfoqwbilleirughwsdel, and this my brother, dsfmklhjbobvfuihiv. there is a Bill sound in my name, and a Bob sound in my brother's name. So Ideally, you should probably call us by that. We are also from Ri-an. The Department of Foreign Relations."

OOC: So, for those that don't know everyone by sight, or just aren't too familier, introduce your Characters.

Remiel stood, the great cloaks billowing about his immense ceramite armour, seemign to sillhouette him in his own decadance. He tease a hand up to his black hair, stroking it back as he glanced around the room, a smirk upon his flawless lips.

"Many of you know me, or know of me and my great nation. I am Remiel De Drakan, the chosen Scion of the Gods of Chaos and ruler of the Chronosian Imperium by right of blood and betrayal." He paused. "Warmaster of the Galactic Empire by the will of Emperor Palpatine, his right hand in his endeavors and thus master of each and every armed warrior in both Empire and Imperium.

I represent here my Chronosian kin and their interests in the Universe at large, be it as it is filled with heresy and xenos. I will not hold that against so many of you, however, in this place of debate. Not even the staunchest Corpse-worshipper need fear the wrath of the True Gods." He chuckled, seating himself once more.

Kaima made a slight bow to the Balroggan, "If you will excuse me for a moment. ~desu"
After nodding at the Chronosian once he was finished, she raised her voice slightly, turning to take in the chamber at large.
"I am Kaima Vanima, High Mage of Tolaria, your servant of course. ~desu" She bowed, "We are here more in the interest of trade than anything, and have a number of artifacts which we would be pleased to demonstrate should any wish to view them after this confrence. ~desu That aside, I am pleased to meet all of you, and I am sure we will get along famously. ~desu"

("'Chaos Gods', eh? ~desu" Kaima smiled to herself, "How very...interesting. Sheogorath will be glad to have some company. ~desu")

"I know precious little of the affairs of Terra, so enamoured am I with the affairs of my own Terra, Chronosia" He chuckles, raising the fine amasec to his lips and imbibing swiftly. "And how fares the renewed Thrashia? Thrumming with life and promise, brother amongst our noble Empire. Your men fight with an unequalled tenacity, be it in Charybdis or in the service of the Empire. I would drink to you, and the skill of your arms."

He chuckled lightly. "It is truly a pity that our bonds have remained strong yet our social interactions wither, as you have so keenly pointed out. There shall be renewed ties amongst us. Perhaps you would be our guest upon most hallowed Chronosia Prime when all this business is concluded? Your thoughts upon the Crusade would be most valued, fine meat and wine for me to mull over, as it were."

"Indeed, it is a pity. I shall take up your offer, his Excellency permitting. I believe that he would find it expedient for me to do so after we have adjourned here; and thank you, our soldiers serve us well." Mann bowed his head in an act of humble thanks.


snip

Mann cleared his throat and stood. He bowed slightly. His jerkin and coat were immaculate and he smiled his "number one lady killer" smile.

"I am Count Alfred Mann, 12th Lord of Talhern, and representative of his Excellency, Treize Kushrenada of the Empire of Thrashia; humble partner of the Galactic Empire and brother nation to that of the Chronosian Empire."

While slightly taller than the average huminoid, a tiny figure on the cosmic scale floated through space towards said planet to attend said meeting. He kept his eyes wide and on target as he began to approach it.

While it's not entirely certain yet how he managed to break of his own planet's gravity, or survive in space, for that matter, if you asked him, he'd likely tell you something along the lines of "Solar sails" or "I've no idea".

But he wasn't too keen on talking anyways, seeing as a decent weapons scan would show him as a living one.

While slightly taller than the average huminoid, a tiny figure on the cosmic scale floated through space towards said planet to attend said meeting. He kept his eyes wide and on target as he began to approach it.

While it's not entirely certain yet how he managed to break of his own planet's gravity, or survive in space, for that matter, if you asked him, he'd likely tell you something along the lines of "Solar sails" or "I've no idea".

But he wasn't too keen on talking anyways, seeing as a decent weapons scan would show him as a living one.

OOC: Admitence will be by vote of the other Players, since we have already begun. Only Theblacklotussociety can come in without it now, since they were in the original. Also, this is a space station, not a planet.

OOC: Admitence will be by vote of the other Players, since we have already begun. Only Theblacklotussociety can come in without it now, since they were in the original. Also, this is a space station, not a planet.

OCC: M'kay. Sorry, I shall lurk moar.

OOC: He wasn't sayin you couldn't come in brother man, just that we all need to decide as a group since we've gotten started, offically. Heck, it took us seven pages and about four or five days over two threads just to get the the meeting started with introductions.
Ideally, you should start out with an Intro thread of your own. If its FT your going for, make it a first contact thread.

Using Fluid time...
IC:
The Kitsune Delegates from the society emerged from their Rooms, and made their way to the meeting.

They made it about five minutes before it started.

"I am Lady Silk eyes, from The Black Lotus society, Chosen Representitive of The Emperor, and Empress. Lord Magesha, and Lady Kiko. I am a Kitsune Fox spirit, through age and experience, I have become a nine-tailed Fox." She said, Explaining the Strange look of her and her companions.

Her nine bushy white Tails fanned out over the chair behind her.

OOC: Personally, I wouldn't mind letting one other in.
Sorry I'm late all. Missed the link.

(OOC:
I dont mind another person joining. Another person whose on during the day is great :P)

"Brigadier Roy Mustang standing for General Wolf Steel who sadly now MIA"said Roy

Naruto felt a little weird when the kitsunes walked in.

"My my! They're quite the lookers!" A rumbling occurred deep in his mind. The Kyuubi chuckled lustily and cursed his lack of freedom.

"Ah, shut up, damned fox. Don't make me come down there!" Naruto replied hotly.

"Try it, brat! I'll kick your ass with a single tail!" The demon fox snarled.

Naruto ignored the taunt and stood up with Hinata. "My name is Uzumaki Naruto and this is my wife Uzumaki Hyuuga Hinata. Call us Naruto and Hinata, please. Oh yeah, and we're delegates from the High Jedi Order of Coreworlds."

"Welcome additions I'm sure." Remiel titters. "Even with the loss of such a noble and well-spoken diplomat as that Wolf fellow, I'm sure we'll stoicly soldier on. After all, the Coredians are here now, to rectify all mistakes that might previously have been made." He smirked.

"Or, of course, to prevent any further mistakes from being made, or even contemplated. We applaud that such righteous defenders are present."

"he never stays lost for long"said Roy the he turns to woman who just sat down next to him

"how are the wound "ask Roy
"the wound doing fine,it Wolfs three Priestess's that are getting to me ,mainly the Twins as Brigadier Revan told them what happen when i got here"she said to him

OCC: May I call for a vote, then?

"Only the mad, cowards or simple fools tend to abandon their nations and their functions for any true length of time." He chuckled. "Only in death does duty end, and sometimes beyond. Sometimes one must shrug off the mantle of the deceased to excise the bloated cancer that stiffles a nation. Don't you find that, Uzumaki?"

Remiel smirks, pleased at the duality he is drawign between himself and the erstwhile Daniel Masaki, before returning his attention to the Isans, eyes glimmering, sharp like knives.

"I'm sure you and your ilk are in good hands with him, however changeable his moods, however tempestuous his character." A smirk, almost a sneer glimmers upon his perfect visage.

Roy just looks straight back at him
"death still wont take him"said Roy

OOC: I wouldn't mind letting you in, but bear in mind, not everyone is on at the same time. We all have RL concerns outside of NS, and then there are some of us in diffrent parts of the world. Some don't get on on weekends. Just sit tight and relax.

"Death, as I understand it, can't afford to be picky" Remiel chortles slightly as he announces this. "Every being eventually comes to their time, when death can no longer dally and must enforce its will. I myself have cheated one death by the will of the Ruinous Powers, I doubt their blessing extends to another."

He takes another slow sip of amasec while his guards watch one. "One does not become one of the most powerful beings upon this plane, blessed and thrice-cursed, by mere idleness. They fight and scrape and drag their way along to the final endgame" Another chuckle. "You speak of death as though you knew it. But really, I've seen your kind before. Very similar to an arrogant Coredian Colonel upon a thrice-benighted world. I almost had Masaki there, but death cheated him and me...Oh the tales I could tell you, little ones."

“We haven’t really been active in the League either. The Emperor agreed to join the League during a first contact meeting with the three founders and that is the last I heard about it. They haven’t contacted us since then for any sort of assistance.”

“Have you been able to turn your membership with the ITH into a profit? I heard you were on the Directory.”

"The ITH has been marvelous for our logistics, particularily for worlds that don't have a Depot. I doubt we'd be as successful as we are without it. You might not have heard but I just not long ago received a message from Asfaltum about a Lich and his undead cronies that were about to invade Asfaltum. Though I beleive that our Chief Security Officer and the Asfaltum government think that they have enough defense. Apparently no point in overkill, it just means that more people are put at ris needlessly."

"Oh, by the way, who else are you talking to there?" Robert asked.

“I am speaking to Kaima, the High Mage of Tolaria. She seems to be a very nice person so far. We seem to share a great fascination with magery. Please excuse me while I introduce myself. The meeting is beginning.”

Anthony disappeared, rejoining with himself. He stood and announced to those present his introduction.

“Greetings to all present. I am Anthony Stark, the Ambassador to Constantine Station for the Balrogga Empire. I represent the Emperor, Nhur-Galladu, and the Empire itself.”

Kaima looked around, then whispered to the Balroggan, "Call me Miss Impatient, but is it normal to stand around for ten minutes staring at each other? ~desu"

(OOC:
By way of a generic bump ;))

OOC: Just waiting for Abh, I believe.

OOC: I was in the past incarnation of that thread.

IC;
The Lady Imperiatrix and Her Retinue left the meeting hall with Demaggio, quickly proceeding to the meeting area and taking her seat quietly. Hepp poked her in the shoulder, and they then stood up. She bowed, before saying somewhat distractedly: "Forgive me, I am Lady Imperiatrix Funaho Murasaki, heiress to the House of Kurosawa, Loyal Servant of the Emperor Of Mankind, and Commander-In-Chief of the Dominion of Hailung."

She then smiled and said, "How y'all doing?" She then looked about, and waited for any replies. Holding out a piece of paper Hepp thrust into her hand, she then said, "I can suggest a few things."

"Alright, if there are no objections, lets hear your suggustions."

OOC:

If the others agree, I don't mind letting the new person in.

"Alright, if there are no objections, lets hear your suggustions."

The Lady Imperiatrix then said, "If I understood the original intentions of this conference, it was to foster some kind of peaceful conduct between the assembled parties, even those of competing ideologies and mindsets," a veiled reference to the Chronosian.

"Therefore, I suggest a trade agreement of some kind. Perhaps something that will allow our nations access to one another's markets?"

Kaima nodded, "I agree with the fine lady. ~desu" She bowed slightly, "Might I suggest something similar to the Federation of Independant Trading Systems protocols? Minus the restrictions on blockades of course. ~desu" Kaima fidgeted with the table, "Errr...if somebody could...well, show me how to use this...~desu Err...I'll upload the treaty. ~desu" The mage blushed slightly and looked away.

(OOC:
Topic in question, for refrence:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=516653)

The Lady Imperiatrix then said, "If I understood the original intentions of this conference, it was to foster some kind of peaceful conduct between the assembled parties, even those of competing ideologies and mindsets," a veiled reference to the Chronosian.

"Therefore, I suggest a trade agreement of some kind. Perhaps something that will allow our nations access to one another's markets?"

"To that end, We can all establish Trade agreements with each other later, or one big one.

However, on a slightly diffrent path of the same Idea, The Constantine Space port is Completly Neutral International Space. W have fine markets and plenty of space where all can come and trade goods, or set up agreements, or talk peace, or whatever else may need to be done.

The station itself is maintained by the Ri-anese government, Via My Grandfather and myself, and our excellent staff. The engine room is a closely guarded secret of The Ri-an Department of the Military, and so is maintained entirely at their expense. General Harrison is unhand in a seperate room to answer some questions, should you feel the need to ask them.

However, any one nation can only go so far in protecting something not its own, so As the Station owners, My Grandfather and I must now ask all permanent station nation representitives, past, present and future, to supply Not much, but some extra security. A small detachment of guards, and a few warships is all we ask. This is Deep Space, no telling what you might find out here. Everything will be coordinated by The Chief of securty Hidetsugu, an Ogre from the Nation of The Black Lotus Society." The 65th, and younger O'aka said.

The 63rd, and older O'aka spoke up.
"Besides all that rambling in a side issue, the concept of an international agreement drawn up right here sounds like a good idea. We can draw on up, sign it, and refuse trade with those that don't, precluding previous trade agreements of course."

Kaima raised an eyebrow at the last part, "Ahem, its easy for you to say you wont trade with those who dont sign. ~desu But almost all of our income is based on trade. We would have to raise tuition enourmously to keep up. ~desu" She paused, "If such a clause were included in the treaty, I could not sign it, we have too many valuable contracts being negotiated right now. ~desu"

Kaima raised an eyebrow at the last part, "Ahem, its easy for you to say you wont trade with those who dont sign. ~desu But almost all of our income is based on trade. We would have to raise tuition enourmously to keep up. ~desu" She paused, "If such a clause were included in the treaty, I could not sign it, we have too many valuable contracts being negotiated right now. ~desu"

"Well, that's why we're all here, aside from being ordered so by superiors. Lets talk about it then. What do you think should be in the treaty?"

"It is my personal opinion there should be no way to impose such a treaty upon others, especially if their livelihood depends upon it. Each nation should be free to make whatever treaties their economy desires. That is part of their sovereign rights. Now, asking us to not do anything against this station is a reasonable request. I would back that one because it would preserve the free trade spirit needed for the Constantine Port Station to survive.”

Anthony waited a moment for his words to register before continuing.

“I propose there be a non combat zone around this station that is enforced by the signees of the Constantine Treaty. Each signee will contribute towards the defense of the station. It can be either ships, security, or anything else worked out individually with Mr. O’aka. The size of the zone should be determined here but I suggest nothing larger than a light year. Anything larger than that would be too difficult to maintain. After this meeting I will send for the additional security.”

Robert agreed. "The idea of a non-combat zone around is an extremely good one. We would like to put our full backing behind it and also TGM will of course provide security personnel. They'll be here soon, and will be organised once this meeting is over.

"To that end, We can all establish Trade agreements with each other later, or one big one.

However, on a slightly diffrent path of the same Idea, The Constantine Space port is Completly Neutral International Space. W have fine markets and plenty of space where all can come and trade goods, or set up agreements, or talk peace, or whatever else may need to be done.

The station itself is maintained by the Ri-anese government, Via My Grandfather and myself, and our excellent staff. The engine room is a closely guarded secret of The Ri-an Department of the Military, and so is maintained entirely at their expense. General Harrison is unhand in a seperate room to answer some questions, should you feel the need to ask them.

However, any one nation can only go so far in protecting something not its own, so As the Station owners, My Grandfather and I must now ask all permanent station nation representitives, past, present and future, to supply Not much, but some extra security. A small detachment of guards, and a few warships is all we ask. This is Deep Space, no telling what you might find out here. Everything will be coordinated by The Chief of securty Hidetsugu, an Ogre from the Nation of The Black Lotus Society." The 65th, and younger O'aka said.

The 63rd, and older O'aka spoke up.
"Besides all that rambling in a side issue, the concept of an international agreement drawn up right here sounds like a good idea. We can draw on up, sign it, and refuse trade with those that don't, precluding previous trade agreements of course."

"we got a Fleet ,Troops and a Blackstone Fortress here Right now"said Roy

Remiel couldn't help but chuckle. "An edifice altogether undeserving of its truer legacy, I'd imagine. A Blackstone was a sight to behold in the days of Abaddon , but alas now are lost and consigned to the fate of poor imitations from one corner of this universe to the other. Admittedly the Balroggans do it better, but that is entirely moot here."

He smirked lightly. "You can expect a few ships and a detachment of Guardsmen to guard our presence here, but I would not waste Astartes blood on the matter. We of the true Imperium have boundless concerns, not least towards the ignorant remainders of our human flock. Too much to overly commit, you'll understand.

Perhaps the Mechanicum shall deploy forces to guide it, fascinated as they are with the mysteries of your Xenotech." Another chuckle split his features "The Dark Mechanicus have a way of learning and perverting that pleases me quite readily, especially in identifying and categorising the tools of the many abhorrent races we share our universe with, and bending them to the use of the absolute truth of most glorious Chaos."

Remiel couldn't help but chuckle. "An edifice altogether undeserving of its truer legacy, I'd imagine. A Blackstone was a sight to behold in the days of Abaddon , but alas now are lost and consigned to the fate of poor imitations from one corner of this universe to the other. Admittedly the Balroggans do it better, but that is entirely moot here."

He smirked lightly. "You can expect a few ships and a detachment of Guardsmen to guard our presence here, but I would not waste Astartes blood on the matter. We of the true Imperium have boundless concerns, not least towards the ignorant remainders of our human flock. Too much to overly commit, you'll understand.

Perhaps the Mechanicum shall deploy forces to guide it, fascinated as they are with the mysteries of your Xenotech." Another chuckle split his features "The Dark Mechanicus have a way of learning and perverting that pleases me quite readily, especially in identifying and categorising the tools of the many abhorrent races we share our universe with, and bending them to the use of the absolute truth of most glorious Chaos."

"fact we have no fraking idea what your going on about and don't care"said Roy

OCC do you know a good place that tells you more on the BFG weapons as i'm looking for the list of the Torpedoes that are used

Kaima looked over at the speaker and, after a moments thought, nodded, "The current proposals sound agreeable, a non-combat zone, and perhaps a small military detachment to ensure the NCZ's neutrality. ~desu We could provide a few ships if required, however our fleet is not overly large and our ground forces are composed of, essentially, student militia. ~desu"

"fact we have no fraking idea what your going on about and don't care"said Roy

OCC do you know a good place that tells you more on the BFG weapons as i'm looking for the list of the Torpedoes that are used

"A pity, an understanding of our knowledge would be invaluable to any race, especially those lesser than the divinely chosen warriors of Mankind, rather than wasted upon uoi." He chuckled. "I don't expect my enlightened words to find purchase in minds such as yours, but let me break it down for you. You don't have a true Blackstone, we've checked. We know that those great edifices are held by other, worthier powers who fear their use against them or consecration to the warp.

The Balroggans make a good show of having an interesting one, but honestly...So many poor copies. It gets old after a while."

OOC: http://www.specialist-games.com/battlefleetgothic/Default.asp

"A pity, an understanding of our knowledge would be invaluable to any race, especially those lesser than the divinely chosen warriors of Mankind, rather than wasted upon uoi." He chuckled. "I don't expect my enlightened words to find purchase in minds such as yours, but let me break it down for you. You don't have a true Blackstone, we've checked. We know that those great edifices are held by other, worthier powers who fear their use against them or consecration to the warp.

The Balroggans make a good show of having an interesting one, but honestly...So many poor copies. It gets old after a while."

OOC: http://www.specialist-games.com/battlefleetgothic/Default.asp
OOC thanks
IC
"you may have ,we just dont mix with those who take that road"said Roy

ooc i have been ill

he frowned

"Perhaps you don't, but you're worse off for it." Remiel chuckled. "We are in mostly agreement with the statutes set down here, by the noble parties here involved. Even worshippers of the Corpse-God shall be welcome in the spirit of comraderie here invoked."

He took another sip "After all, we respect the owners, present and past, of this station. And will guard our own interests, even from the predations of those beings who come to us."

the emepeor spoke i am willing to asgin an legoin of the adptus astartes here

he whipsered somthing in high gothic to one of his escorts he nodded

"A Legion? An entire Legion of Astartes to defend a single station? Systems have fallen to less" Remiel scoffed. "Evidently the supporters of the old rule of Terra and the False Emperor have learned precious little in the long Dark." He chuckled. "I would advise far more discretion on the part of the Sephirothians."

"well in the end not realy us who say yes or no is it"said Roy

he glared and what would you dogs of chaos know

"A Legion? An entire Legion of Astartes to defend a single station? Systems have fallen to less" Remiel scoffed. "Evidently the supporters of the old rule of Terra and the False Emperor have learned precious little in the long Dark." He chuckled. "I would advise far more discretion on the part of the Sephirothians."
OOC time warp again :rolleyes:
IC
"if it was not for the war we would give more to help i must leave for a hour to talk with my Wife i will be back my Aid will fill me in"said Roy then gets up with Woman who was next and leaves the room

"Tactics, logistics, the proper way to disembowell a Sororitas Nun. Need I go on?" Remiel chortles to himself, before turning to watch the departing Isans.

"I'm sure you would, but it seems foolish to waste so much on a single station, when there are worlds to protect and conquer, new enemies to crush beneath the heel of Man. New devotees to be gained for the Ruinous Powers..."

"the Brigadier would say more help from us would be in a way of other things then Troops or Fleets"said the Aid

"And what, pray tell, would they be?" Remiel leant forward as though inferring a vague interest. "What is there that you can offer this place beside the solidarities of men-at-arms and the vessels that bear them from war to war?"

OOC: Sorry about the lateness. My weekends tend to be a tad busy.

IC:

There could not be any greater gap in ideologies between the two nations that were sitting next to one another. Where one adhered the dogma of order and law which some would consider oppression, the other was a way of chaos. It had been a long time since Doron had seen Remiel, back during the war with the Republic and their "negotiators". The Abh Empire was still under the guidance of Empress Ramaaj and Doron was finished with his training from a Sith Lord. During those days, there were few people they were not at war with. Remiel had stood out at that meeting as being above all others and even other nations noticibly were timid in his presence. Being an Abh, timid was not in the genetic make-up. Nevertheless Doron respected the man and even liked his way of dealing with foreigners.

So despite the differences of opinions and even opposing sides in past conflicts, there always seemed to be a time and place for respective matters. Doron had adjusted his golden tiara before entering the room and respectively nodded his head at Remiel when he sat. Most of the proceedings had been relatively uneventful thus far with some nations boasting and a minor trade agreement coming into play. The Empire would most likely sign it though the extent to which they would offer protection would be extremely limited even if there wasn't a war going on. For now, Doron watched and listened to everyone speak their mind. By listening he would discern he came to talk and give speeches or who actually came to accomplish something meaningful.

The Lady Imperiatrix then said, having listened to the various ideas being bandied about, and the natterings of her fellow Servants of the Emperor--apparently, they must have been strict Istvaanites, given their rashness--before she said, "I have listened to the comments; I agree this station should be neutral territory.

As for troops...well, perhaps if we were to make this station truely neutral, one would station a minimum of vessels and infantry at the most; perhaps enough to watch over any legations set up here against hucksterism and trickery, but no more. I know the Dominion is doing as such with ours."

She then said something that perturbed Hepp. The Lady Imperiatrix then said, "And the opinion has gone out that there is no need to send the Adeptus Astartes into the matter. Granted, the utterer of those words is from our diametric opposite in terms of thought and morality, but I will say for once, he has a point."

Funaho held her hand out and turned to Hepp, before saying reassuredly to the rest of the assembled: "Besides, that is what the Inquisition is for, be it the services of the Ordo Malleus or the Ordo Xenos. An Inquisitorial Retinue and some Adeptas Sororitas and elite Astartes, such as Deathwatch or the Grey Knights on the station would be enough to deter any danger. Again, however, there would be no more than necessary to defend national and corporate legations."

"knowing what other things that we may give i do not know only the Brigadier Roy Mustang and General Wolf know,as for Troops right now we have them on this station guarding it and a Fleet guarding our Blackstone Fortress which has more Troops on it "said the Aid

"Ladies and gentlemen," Count Mann stood, "If I may be so bold as to interrupt this discourse with my pale comparison views...is that we are all in the general agreement that a none-combat zone be established. It has been moved that that limit be a single light-year, in extreme. However I think that that is too excessive as well. Rather make the distance half that, long out of range from hostile weapons.

"Concerning the defense of this station, I believe that each nation, some more than others, from either their established armies or newer organizations, can indeed thoroughly defend it...however we are not here to boast of our armies however mighty they may be. Therefore I propose this: each nation is subject, upon signing the treaty, to have a unit of no more than 250 soldiers to defend the station itself; between 1 and 3 space cruisers, none exceeding a length of 1.3 kilometers or the amount of armaments that such a ship would carry; and the assurance that should a nation attack this station, even if they be a signer of this document, they will be punished to the up-most." Mann looked around the table, looking into each delegates eyes. They were all proud of themselves, that was for sure, but none seemed too belligerent either; which was good.

"We have all fought or been allied to one another at one time or other. This day is one for the history books in that it is the first time that a Chronosian, a Thrashian, a Coredian, an Abh, and a Balroggan have sat together in agreement of peace for a long time. It is a time of newer nations that have not been met to meet others, and for us to gain together an understanding for our mutual, beneficial, futures. Hubris and other baggage of pride has no use here. I therefore ask the delegates gathered to forget it and work on the document. I've made my suggestion. What are some others, not on the subject of defense?"

"sorry but all our ships are heavily armed and so is our Blackstone Fortress and thay are well man too and i can't sign a thing"said Roy as he walks in and sits down

"You cannot be so frank as to say that your navy has no patrol ships or light cruisers?" asked Mann. "Nor are your Black Fortresses needed in this situation. And if you can't or have not the authority to sign anything, then why are you here?" Mann just couldn't understand the general.

"Thrashia for example can submit a force of 250 clonetroopers of the 12th Ranger Legion to be a force on the station, three Victory-class Star Destroyers, and give some substantial amounts of defensive hardware such as shield generators and point-defense systems."

"Fortresses is here now station above a planet in this system and no as our enemy don't use them so we don't and i'n here under orders from my lord whos MIA after a misson that has happen before this meeting started"said Roy

OOC Brigadier Roy Mustang

"The Fortresses are here now, stationed above a planet in this system and no as our enemy doesn't use them we don't use them either; and I'm here under orders from my lord who's MIA after a mission that took place before this meeting started," said Roy.

OOC Brigadier Roy Mustang


"That still does not mean that it is neccesary to guard a station that should stand for unity and peace between us with behemoths that only betray thoughts of war and defensive paranoia. The use of a Black Fortress is not the message we here are trying to give. Rather one of moderate cooperation between nations and their militaries, in the case of this station's defense," argued Count Mann. "We've no need for such excessive force."

The Ri-anese representitives submitted a document.

The Constantine convention (version 1)

Being of sound mind, and sound body, the nations undersigned here below have agreed upon the following precedents, and agree to uphold them to the fullest extent of the Convention:

* The Constantine Space Port and surrounding environs, extended to one half-light-year in distance are hearby declared to be nutral, peaceful territory.

*Each signatory nation shall submit to the defence of said area up to 250 troops and up to 3 Space Crusiers bearing only medium armaments and holding a length of up to 1.3 Kilometers.

*In the event of war, all troops shall rally as one to defend the Neutral Zone, even if the attackers are a signatory nation.

"So, we have this preliminary version, did we miss anything agreed on so far?" Bob asked.

"Black Fortress are the only stations we got and we only got Battleship class ships,i all so add we are station on the very edge of the system an not to say ten heavy damage ship are there too"said Roy

"Then perhaps you had best cede the matter of space defence to those who can field, or at least contemplate lighter craft." Remiel coughs lightly into his palm. "We would not want any power to feel overshadowed by your ponderous and wasteful use of military force in what is supposed to be a peaceful trade delegation"

"I would like to suggest a few more things, in the spirit of the current draft." said Robert

"First, an emphasis on diplomatic intervention. set asside rooms here in the CSP to provide conflict mediation and promote peaceful resolution of conflicts through discussion. and secondly the creation of diplomatic ties through the establishment of embassies between all signatory nations."

Anthony spoke up.

"I agree with Count Mann. It is so rare a time that we can all sit in the same place without any hostility breaking out. That is why we are here."

"Each member should provide the same amount of security. Nothing more or nothing less. The Empire will provide whatever security Mr. O'aka requests without making the mistake of trying to create a military zone out of the station. That would ruin the image he is trying to create with Constantine.”

“As I see it, the problem is the presence of the Black Fortress and the fleet. Their overabundance of military is threatening to turn the station into an armed camp just in attempts to equalize forces. If we all brought in military might to balance them, there would be no room for commercial traffic. How many ships equal their Black Fortress? Their fleet?”

“What do we do to make this a non combat zone?”

“Currently, the Balrogga Empire has a single diplomatic ship which is part of the embassy here. That is enough for us. Any further import of military presence will be completely at the demand of Mr. O’aka or as a result of this meeting. Other than visiting ships of very limited numbers there will be no permanent posting here beyond that required by station management and Embassy needs.”

“The only other forces that might be in the area are the ITH Police Forces, which is privately owned by them and only provides security for their property. From what I understand, they have a 10,000 meter zone around their gates they patrol. Beyond that they cannot be counted upon.”



OOC:

@Imperial Isa

Here is the link to the WH40K info you requested. I hope you find what you want:

http://www.specialist-games.com/setcountry.htm

"as we are on the very edge of the system we be only stationing three Battleship,one Battleship Carrier"said Roy

The 63rd spoke up.

"Its clear, that any solution to the fortress problem will leave hurt and bruised feelings. so allow me to solve it.

The Isans have 24 standard earth hours to remove their fortress and their fleet, and come into compliance with the agreement, even if you have to manually create a single cruiser just for the occasion of sitting in the Neutral zone and collecting dust just to be in compliance with the convention, or never return to the Constantine Neutral Territory, ever again. There, that solved it. stop arguing over it. This shall come into effect after the treaty is completly finished."

"the only person with power to move it and damage ships is Mia the other way is we try calling his Father or one of th others and only the Priestess's can call the others"said Roy

"Then I would suggest you get their number" Remiel smirked, clearly pleased by the turn of events. "Unless you spent so much time developing the battlecruiser that your civilisation skipped the portable communicator"

"From what I understand, I beleive that one of our citizens is currently being entertained by the priestesses. If the first link in the communication chain needs to be started then I beleive she can meet the requirements. Either way you only have 2 choices comply within 24 hours of the signing or being banned from the Neutral territory. Now, let's get onto more important things such as my 2 proposals that I paced on the table previously."

Roy thinks "mm we can move it outside said space but can't move the damage ships till they are fix"said Roy who came up with a plan

"I would like to suggest a few more things, in the spirit of the current draft." said Robert

"First, an emphasis on diplomatic intervention. set asside rooms here in the CSP to provide conflict mediation and promote peaceful resolution of conflicts through discussion. and secondly the creation of diplomatic ties through the establishment of embassies between all signatory nations."

The Constantine convention (version 1)

Being of sound mind, and sound body, the nations undersigned here below have agreed upon the following precedents, and agree to uphold them to the fullest extent of the Convention:

* The Constantine Space Port and surrounding environs, extended to one half-light-year in distance are hearby declared to be nutral, peaceful territory.

*Each signatory nation shall submit to the defence of said area up to 250 troops and up to 3 Space Crusiers bearing only medium armaments and holding a length of up to 1.3 Kilometers.

*In the event of war, all troops shall rally as one to defend the Neutral Zone, even if the attackers are a signatory nation.

*Embassies within each signatory nation shall be established within one standerd Earth month within the signing of this document.

*Diplomatic suites shall be avilible on The Constantine for the peaceful resolution of all conflicts.

Through the black and silver cloth of the heavens crawled the bloated circle of a Kesshii hive ship. The vessel's diamondoid, corpuscular hull resperated the tail tale signature of a primitive matter/anti-matter drive. Its green surface was covered with a fine web of glowing blue lines, evidence of its electrodynamic fluid circulatory system. Within the organism's protective shell was a network of soft tunnels filled with amniotic fluids in which a little more than a hundred Kesshii slithered, burrowed, and swam.

The hive ship came to a stop two kilometers from the station, but continued to slowly rotate like a ponderous, fleshy asteroid. After 600 seconds, an orifice appeared on its surface and excreted an ovoid that sped to one of the station's open ports.

"we can move the fortress out of said space and make it a check point but i need to call a fleet to tow it out"said Roy

Anthony read through it and looked up.

"It seems OK so far. Is there anything else that needs to be added?"

"Trade." was all the 65th said. You could almost see the greed in his eyes.

"right we off to move the dam thing"said Roy as he and the Aid got up then left

As he feared, the meeting was not going well and it was already failing to compromise on one minor aspect of moving a fleet out of the zone. Militarily, they should be thrilled that they were being asked to contribute less and not more. Given that he had never heard of some of these nations before, he presumed that most of them could not spare a large force in any event. A half-hearted smile crossed his face as he leaned back into his chair and muttering under his breath so only someone close by could hear, "Or we can just remove the heap of scrap for them. Doesn't sound too difficult. Why would any intelligent ruler send someone that had no authority to a summit?"

Finally having enough with the meaningless conversations, Doron made his own proposal. "If I haven't fallen asleep too often already, the specifics of this 'treaty' layout the foundation of defense for when this is signed. Considering that you have yet to sign any document, I believe your ships are fine where they are at the moment. Once this is signed, they need to leave. Following me so far? So that gives your government time to fix them with scrap from other ships, spare parts, cans, or whatever. During that time, it would extremely wise for them to purchase a light cruiser from one of the representing governments here today. I'm sure some would be more than happy to do so and would even be so kind as to give your government a discount. Make sense? So, recapping here. Your ships can stay for now but will leave after they are repaired and you have signed your nation's li- err acceptance of the terms that everyone will shortly layout. Have your priestess or elder contact some one to purchase a light cruiser for your military."

Turning to the rest of his attention to the others in the congregation, "It is a good highlight of what has briefly been said thus far. It still needs the meat for flavor."

"what one can say about a God"said a voice

OOC no one left in the room

~SNIP~

"Right, and on that note I know of a well known respected ship seller. You may have heard of the nation of Godular. From what I can tell, their ships are nothing to sneeze at. I can get you in contact with them if you like."

After the ovoid entered a suitable atmosphere, it dropped to the ground with a sharp crack! Rivulets of pinkish fluid trickled from it. It began to wiggle as the three scout drones within it slipped from dormancy. The trickle became a gush as one slipped out of the ovoid onto the wet metal of the station.

Its biomechanical body was pale and flat, but it began to jerk rhythmically and blood began to pump through its body. As it did so, two more scout drones emerged and did the same. Within five minutes, the creatures were active and alert.

They began to explore the area on their four legs, spreading out and moving up walls with the grace of spiders. Their heads swung back and forth, scanning the area with their single photo-optic eyepiece.

The docking area swept, the three moved on as one, exploring the station bit by bit.

http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/6363/scoutdronebl5.th.jpg (http://img380.imageshack.us/my.php?image=scoutdronebl5.jpg)

Kaima sat back down, looking somewhat miffed.
(Well, theyre going to ignore me then. Ah well, their loss. Listening suits me fine...)
The little brass 'racer' resumed its orbits of the table.

After the ovoid entered a suitable atmosphere, it dropped to the ground with a sharp crack! Rivulets of pinkish fluid trickled from it. It began to wiggle as the three scout drones within it slipped from dormancy. The trickle became a gush as one slipped out of the ovoid onto the wet metal of the station.

Its biomechanical body was pale and flat, but it began to jerk rhythmically and blood began to pump through its body. As it did so, two more scout drones emerged and did the same. Within five minutes, the creatures were active and alert.

They began to explore the area on their four legs, spreading out and moving up walls with the grace of spiders. Their heads swung back and forth, scanning the area with their single photo-optic eyepiece.

The docking area swept, the three moved on as one, exploring the station bit by bit.

http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/6363/scoutdronebl5.th.jpg (http://img380.imageshack.us/my.php?image=scoutdronebl5.jpg)

They were shown the way to the conference.

a message was sent to the meeting saying that Brigadier Roy Mustang and his Aid would not be back

The scout drones curiously followed the non-kesshii organic that appeared to be leading them someplace. They were taken to a large room with what appeared to be a wide verity of higher organics. The group consciousness of the three decided that continuous observation of this group was prudent. Therefore, one scout drone scurried up the wall to the ceiling and activated its camouflage ability, blending in with the corrugated metal.

The other two continued their exploration of the station.

The scout drones curiously followed the non-kesshii organic that appeared to be leading them someplace. They were taken to a large room with what appeared to be a wide verity of higher organics. The group consciousness of the three decided that continuous observation of this group was prudent. Therefore, one scout drone scurried up the wall to the ceiling and activated its camouflage ability, blending in with the corrugated metal.

The other two continued their exploration of the station.

the other two where stop by guards

Kaima looked over at the speaker and, after a moments thought, nodded, "The current proposals sound agreeable, a non-combat zone, and perhaps a small military detachment to ensure the NCZ's neutrality. ~desu We could provide a few ships if required, however our fleet is not overly large and our ground forces are composed of, essentially, student militia. ~desu"

OOC: I think this is the post you were referring to, Jade.

IC:

"Any number of nations sell various ships but let us not forget that this is not an exercise of flexing military might but merely showing that nations are working together for a common good. In that sense, it doesn't matter how small your navy is, how weak it is, or that your ground forces are comprised zealous students are battle-hardened clones. Like in everything, it's the thought that counts."

-Didn't want you to feel left out while I'm still on my soap box-

the other two where stop by guards

As the scout drones approached the exit, a group of non-kesshii organics appears before them. Their mass was sufficient to clog the exit corridor. The scout drones paused, their electric organic synapses oscillating as they tried to comprehend the action.

Their duty was to explore, but their protocol instincts suggested no touching of these non-kesshite organics. They began to search the room for an alternative exit.

As the scout drones approached the exit, a group of non-kesshii organics appears before them. Their mass was sufficient to clog the exit corridor. The scout drones paused, their electric organic synapses oscillating as they tried to comprehend the action.

Their duty was to explore, but their protocol instincts suggested no touching of these non-kesshite organics. They began to search the room for an alternative exit.

the would find all of them guarded
"you can do that after"said a guard to them knowing what they are

Finding no alternative exits, the scout drones walked up the ceiling and crawled along their bellies over the heads of the guards.

((I'm assuming the ceilings are high enough that the guards can't just touch it with their hands))

Finding no alternative exits, the scout drones walked up the ceiling and crawled along their bellies over the heads of the guards.

((I'm assuming the ceilings are high enough that the guards can't just touch it with their hands))

OOC the guards are 189cm tall the celling is about 500 meters high but if they play up the guards will just shot them
Edit all weapons have been taken off you and a tag given to you so you can get them back later

The scout drones, seeing that the ceiling is half a kilometer above them, instead crawl about ten meters up the wall and then continue on their way.

The scout drones, seeing that the ceiling is half a kilometer above them, instead crawl about ten meters up the wall and then continue on their way.

seeing that they where in side the dome they would not get far

OOC
http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o293/True_Human_Empire/Stations/spaceport_constantine.jpg

As the scout drones made their way through the station, they tried to keep unnoticed. The machinery was alien to them. Though they sensed the energy impulses within it, the energy impulses that throbbed though every inch of this magnificent structure, the station itself seemed dead and unresponsive.

The non-kesshii organics they monitored were similar in form and they scanned them lightly. Their internal sensors were not enough to deep scan DNA.

The scout within the conferance area silently observed the other attendents. Unable to understand what they said or communicate with them.

((The dome is thousands of times larger than a galaxy class star ship. It's massive. Given that they're walking, it's quite 'far' enough for them to explore.))

OOCS whoops no the very top glass dome the meetings in and you would be picked up

((This is getting ridiculous.
1. It's a public space station, why are you stopping my scouts from walking around?
2. How are Isa's guards stopping me? ))

((This is getting ridiculous.
1. It's a public space station, why are you stopping my scouts from walking around?
2. How are Isa's guards stopping me? ))

OOC 1 your here for a meeting with other VIPs and did not ask if it was ok have them go about with out a owner

2 the CSP have very good sceurity which my troops are maning for the time being and they are Patrolling it

“Pardon me, there seems to be a disturbance over there.”

Anthony stood and walked over to the guards who appeared to be about to aim their weapons at the habitation dome.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to assassinate us all by blowing out the atmosphere? I don’t think Mr. O’aka would appreciate that one bit, not to mention the rest of those present.”

“As a matter of fact, do we need guards babysitting us in this private meeting?”



OOC:

I don’t think he was here to attend the meeting and I really don’t see a reason to confine him in here like a prisoner. Your actions do seem like you are acting fishy and you are the only ones in the room with weapons so I have to question your presence.

OOC: If the Isans are armed, its likely I'd ask for the personal arms of myself and my guard to be returned, pending confirmation of this debacle.

“Pardon me, there seems to be a disturbance over there.”

Anthony stood and walked over to the guards who appeared to be about to aim their weapons at the habitation dome.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to assassinate us all by blowing out the atmosphere? I don’t think Mr. O’aka would appreciate that one bit, not to mention the rest of those present.”

“As a matter of fact, do we need guards babysitting us in this private meeting?”



OOC:

I don’t think he was here to attend the meeting and I really don’t see a reason to confine him in here like a prisoner. Your actions do seem like you are acting fishy and you are the only ones in the room with weapons so I have to question your presence.

OOC then he should RP in the CSP thread not this one if he here to look about
and if you look there are other guards inside who are not my ones and my ones are at the main doors to the dome

OOC: If the Isans are armed, its likely I'd ask for the personal arms of myself and my guard to be returned, pending confirmation of this debacle.

OOC READ ABOVE POST MAIN DOOR TO BOME I HAVE NO GUARDS AT MEETING

OOC READ ABOVE POST MAIN DOOR TO BOME I HAVE NO GUARDS AT MEETING

OOC: Still have them in the place, and I'll raise the point of personal defence and guards in a later post. Now I'm going to sleep. Chill a little Isa, you've got far less authority here than Ri-an, and far less patience.

I think I'd rather have someone a little less trigger happy manning the guns ;)

OOC: Still have them in the place, and I'll raise the point of personal defence and guards in a later post. Now I'm going to sleep. Chill a little Isa, you've got far less authority here than Ri-an, and far less patience.

I think I'd rather have someone a little less trigger happy manning the guns ;)

OOC ok ,but i still don't think it safe to have them run about with out someone
and yes that a good point who will help with sceurity as i know i got to use those troop later

OOC: Still have them in the place, and I'll raise the point of personal defence and guards in a later post. Now I'm going to sleep. Chill a little Isa, you've got far less authority here than Ri-an, and far less patience.

I think I'd rather have someone a little less trigger happy manning the guns
OOC: I agree, and in the meantime, Hell has just frozen over again.

IC:
Naruto turned his attention from the treaty to the disturbance. The treaty appeared to be in order and everything, although it'd be weird to have Chronosians and Coredians fighting side by side to protect the Neutral Zone while they fight elsewhere. "Is there a problem here?"

"Theres always a problem" Remiel mutters gently, chuckling. "And as always the Balroggans saunter in to sort it while the Coredians poke their heads in, decrying all involved. I find myself content merely to watch...And to learn. I've learned more about those dreadfully cocky Isans in my time here than I'd ever want to in a lifetime.

One of them reminds me of one of your lackeys, little man" Remiel smirks. "Had I my beloved blades there would be distinctly less of a problem, and I'd likely be more contented. As would you, to know that a facet of Daniel existed so close to his beloved people. Though on that note I would ask that we be allowed to remain armed and maintain armed guard if we don't trust a security force unable to move their own ships, on a station that isn't theres.

We Chronosians believe in capable military units. We're not all gibbering tacticless cultists, after all. Dispite what the Coredian will infer"

Roy walks in
"ok the dam thing been move ,now i must go back to Imperial HQ"he said then walks out again


OOC cocky Isans i like that oh and the blackstone outside one half-light-year territory

"Theres always a problem" Remiel mutters gently, chuckling. "And as always the Balroggans saunter in to sort it while the Coredians poke their heads in, decrying all involved. I find myself content merely to watch...And to learn. I've learned more about those dreadfully cocky Isans in my time here than I'd ever want to in a lifetime.

One of them reminds me of one of your lackeys, little man" Remiel smirks. "Had I my beloved blades there would be distinctly less of a problem, and I'd likely be more contented. As would you, to know that a facet of Daniel existed so close to his beloved people. Though on that note I would ask that we be allowed to remain armed and maintain armed guard if we don't trust a security force unable to move their own ships, on a station that isn't theres.

We Chronosians believe in capable military units. We're not all gibbering tacticless cultists, after all. Dispite what the Coredian will infer"
Naruto mentally rolled his eyes at Remiel, content to reply with a fanged smile. "Yeah. I was surprised when the Isans had a Roy lookalike. And I'd feel better with my own weapons if there's an issue, but then again, I don't need them. Still...you do have a point if security is not as it's meant to be."

-Somewhere in Hell, a giant glacier started moving forward, undaunted by the heat and froze everything in its path.-

His gaze drew upwards towards a possible source of the disturbance. "Hey, there appears to be some spidery-looking things up there."

"I didn't realise you'd brought family" Remiel quipped, smirking as he realised that the Coredian had agreed to him. "You'll remember that I'm not in need of weapons either, I presume. I do wonder how your briefings go these days...Daniel must be awfully busy, awfully distracted. A war here, a war there. A son hither or thither."

Remiel relished twisting the knife, everything he knew of them and everything they knew of him. Everything they feared, everything he could use against them.

"What are they then?"

OOC just thinking if you have people or doirds running about with a host who knows what they get up too

OOC: I think this is the post you were referring to, Jade.

IC:

"Any number of nations sell various ships but let us not forget that this is not an exercise of flexing military might but merely showing that nations are working together for a common good. In that sense, it doesn't matter how small your navy is, how weak it is, or that your ground forces are comprised zealous students are battle-hardened clones. Like in everything, it's the thought that counts."

-Didn't want you to feel left out while I'm still on my soap box-

(OOC:
Wow...Fast thread is faaaaaaaaast. Didnt see it.)

"Hmmm, unfourtunatly the Archmage is of the sort who gets upset when other people outshow him. ~desu If I tell him that, he'll most likely send the entire fleet. ~desu" Kaima grinned, "As to the students, we dont use them except in emergencies. ~desu It would be accurate to say that we have no standing army."

OOC: If Kesshite wishes to explore the station, he/she may do so in the station thread. Otherwise this is about a 10 on my suspecion meter, both as station owner and delegate, and I would probably have Lotus bring in Hidetsugu to forcibly escort the Kesshites away.

Fortunatly, I'm not so defensless, as to conduct a meeting in an unprotected Habitation dome.

IC:

"Explain your presence here, or your going to find yourself on the wrong side of some very powerful folks. I've got a full fledged Ogre who swears on his life he's some sort of Chaos demon, and he just so happens to be head of security. Now, whether you believe him, or me or not, he's still a very intimidating person. I WILL have him escort you to a holding cell." The 63rd said, pointing his jeweled cane at the thing.

"I didn't realise you'd brought family" Remiel quipped, smirking as he realised that the Coredian had agreed to him. "You'll remember that I'm not in need of weapons either, I presume. I do wonder how your briefings go these days...Daniel must be awfully busy, awfully distracted. A war here, a war there. A son hither or thither."

Remiel relished twisting the knife, everything he knew of them and everything they knew of him. Everything they feared, everything he could use against them.

"What are they then?"
"I could say the same about the state of affairs of the Empire." Naruto replied, scowling at the mention of Travis. "The Emperor must be having nightmares when it concerns a bunch of 'thorns' poking his backside."

The scout drone that still hovered on the ceiling of the conference hall remained motionless, like a spider sleeping on its web. Only its eye-optic swiveled and moved as it tracked the heat patterns of various non-kesshii organics. The nurosensors built into its skin picked up changes in atmosphere and temperature, as well as picking up vibrations below its hearing frequency.

Though still, its synapses hummed with the important business of processing and recording all available sensations. It was aware of its fellow scout drones via their shared consciousness, but other than this, it was minimally engaged with its overmind.

There was a sudden pause in its processing protocols as its psychic senses detected the mildest of whispers, a cool wind of minute Empyrean energy. If the scout were a being of higher consciousness, it would have told itself that such was impossible to feel in this situation. It was not, however, and so simply recorded it while activating an internal Geller field.

((shakes fist at jolt))

((OOC: Notices that quite a bit has happened since jolt booted her

I was content to explore the station and leave it at that until my scouts were escorted here. In the thread about the station that I was following, you announced that TB was no longer there and that everything was being moved to this thread. If you want to move everything the scout drones have done to the other thread, that's fine with me.))

((OOC: Notices that quite a bit has happened since jolt booted her

I was content to explore the station and leave it at that until my scouts were escorted here. In the thread about the station that I was following, you announced that TB was no longer there and that everything was being moved to this thread. If you want to move everything the scout drones have done to the other thread, that's fine with me.))

OOC are you talking of the first meeting thread or the CSP one

OOC are you talking of the first meeting thread or the CSP one

((OOC: I'm not sure. Just my luck I make this sort of mistake my first go at it. Ri-an, would you like me to delete the posts I've made here? I'm sorry if I've made a mistake))

The Lady Imperiatrix then said, "We find nothing wrong with the agreement."

The commotion then began, and in the middle of it, Hepp cocked her fists and said, "What the fuck is going on?"

The Lady Imperiatrix looked up and said, "Oh my. It seems there are so many interesting xenos up there."

((OOC: I'm not sure. Just my luck I make this sort of mistake my first go at it. Ri-an, would you like me to delete the posts I've made here? I'm sorry if I've made a mistake))

OOC ok this links the CSP thread if you wishes to explore the station
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=512676

this link is the old meeting thread
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=516159

OOC: Kess, you can explore the station no prob. I still operate it. Just do so in the thread Isa linked you to.

You can also join the meeting no prob, I had you escorted a few posts ago directly to the meeting.

The meeting was moved to this thread, because of lots of OOC clutter. Now, if you want to join the international meeting, you can still do so. We'll chalk it up to an inter-species misunderstanding, drag Isa out to the street, and stand him before a firing squad. Well, maybe not the last part, but the misunderstanding still stands.

The scout drone still attached to the ceiling became aware that the attention of other non-kesshite organics was beginning to focus on it. Its internal sensors suggested that its visual camouflage had faded as it powered up the Geller field. The non-kesshii organics were showing no sudden spikes of temperature or swelling behavior that indicated aggression to the kesshii.

The scout drone began to move forward, forcing its skin to match the hue and texture of the ceiling in an effort to blend in with it, and lose the attention of the group.

((Thank you.))

OOC: Check your TG's Kesshite before you read this.

IC: General Harrison strode accross the meeting area. He looked like a mean fellow, as though he could rip just about anyone's head off without a second thought. He was really quite a nice person though.

He looked at the Kesshites.

"SHOO!" he yelled at them, waving his hands at them.

"Go on, SHOO! get out of the Habitation rings." He said.

He followed them down the hallways, and shooed them all the way into the commercial areas.

In the commercial areas...

"And stay out, until you gain proper authorization."

Back at the meeting...

General Harrison closed the door to the meeting area.
"Please excuse the interruption folks. I believe you were geeting to trade agreements, if I heard correctly." he said.

General Harrison walked back through the doors on the otherside, from wich he came.

OOC: As nicely an exit as I could give. Seriously though, lets get to trade.

OOC: Kess, you can explore the station no prob. I still operate it. Just do so in the thread Isa linked you to.

You can also join the meeting no prob, I had you escorted a few posts ago directly to the meeting.

The meeting was moved to this thread, because of lots of OOC clutter. Now, if you want to join the international meeting, you can still do so. We'll chalk it up to an inter-species misunderstanding, drag Isa out to the street, and stand him before a firing squad. Well, maybe not the last part, but the misunderstanding still stands.

OOC ha ha ;) so you know i have no one at the meeting now

(OOC:
Wow...Fast thread is faaaaaaaaast. Didnt see it.)

"Hmmm, unfourtunatly the Archmage is of the sort who gets upset when other people outshow him. ~desu If I tell him that, he'll most likely send the entire fleet. ~desu" Kaima grinned, "As to the students, we dont use them except in emergencies. ~desu It would be accurate to say that we have no standing army."

"Pride is a very dangerous thing when dealing with some of the nations you see present here. Rushing an entire fleet into the sector will likely lead to your ultimate demise. Standing army is another thing. I believe a security force of your own police officers will suffice in the place of troops. It's doubtful they will even be needed in the first place."

Doron leaned back in his chair as other matters began to break-out in the room. He listened as Naruto and Remiel took shots at one another. The debate was somewhat amusing but everything else just seemed to drone out in a needless haze.

"I wouldnt worry too much. ~desu Our entire fleet is most likely a drop in the ocean to these fellows. ~desu" Kaima made an expansive gesture, indicating delegates of nations many times the size of the Academy, "And withour ships, they might not even notice. People seem to think the Skyships primitive. ~desu I beleive some of the people who saw us docking found our particular design rather amusing. ~desu"

"And do you mean the Academy Proctors? Unleashing the Bricks on these poor unsuspecting diplomats hardly seems like good protocol. ~desu They come up with new traditions faster than I can keep track of. In a few days they'll be running down the corridors every night shouting nonsense about keys and such. ~desu"

OOC The Jade Star what gaurd i said that oocly not ic

Anthont returned to his seat.

"The treaty looks good so far as long as it guarentees the sigmatories free choice to engage in their own trade agreements. This Lady to my side already voiced her concerns about that point earlier."

"The Empire will allow trade of any non-military product to any nation. I don't believe we should allow military transactions to occurr here. That would make the Neutrality of the station a joke."

"Another thing that should be discussed is the laws of the station. If someone tries to sell weapons, what will happen to them and what extradition agreements will be made with those in this room. How about Embassies and their seperate laws based upon their homelands? Do the ambassadors enjoy exempt status like in so many nations? If they do, how cam it be countered to avoid continual misuse by possibly corrupted individuals?"

All Isan Troops pulled out of the CSP handing out the VIP Weapons and the Job of gaurding them to the Ri-ans as they left

OOC The Jade Star what gaurd i said that oocly not ic

(OOC:
Can we just assume one of the guards snickered or something? :P)

(OOC:
Can we just assume one of the guards snickered or something? :P)

OOC no as i did not Rp them speaking only the CO and he did not say word about the ship too

(OOC:
There, fixed.)

(OOC:
There, fixed.)

OOc thank you its that i had someone do that to me before in a thread and it mess things up big time

ooc: can we please get back on topic? all this shite about a probe and Isa not having someone 'really' there is getting on my nerves.

ooc: can we please get back on topic? all this shite about a probe and Isa not having someone 'really' there is getting on my nerves.

OOC Edit thats because i have not Rp where the voice came from yet and will do when Ri-an on as i be speaking to his people

OOC Edit thats because i have not Rp where the voice came from yet and will do when Ri-an on as i be speaking to his people

OOC: Again, I don't give a shite about it. We're here to have a meeting so lets have one and stop P***sy-footing around playing games of catch the xeno.

OOC: Again, I don't give a shite about it. We're here to have a meeting so lets have one and stop P***sy-footing around playing games of catch the xeno.
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man that like over

OOC: I'm not even going to point out the post I made that was an excellent lead in back to the conference. If you missed it that's your own fault not mine. Stop this OOC clutter in this thread now and take it back to the old thread, or stop typing period. At least Bal had the good sense to see the post that was supposed to get things back on topic. The next person to type oocly in this thread WILL be thrown out and ignored. Now go back, find the post, and respond to it.

Anthont returned to his seat.

"The treaty looks good so far as long as it guarentees the sigmatories free choice to engage in their own trade agreements. This Lady to my side already voiced her concerns about that point earlier."

"The Empire will allow trade of any non-military product to any nation. I don't believe we should allow military transactions to occurr here. That would make the Neutrality of the station a joke."

"Another thing that should be discussed is the laws of the station. If someone tries to sell weapons, what will happen to them and what extradition agreements will be made with those in this room. How about Embassies and their seperate laws based upon their homelands? Do the ambassadors enjoy exempt status like in so many nations? If they do, how cam it be countered to avoid continual misuse by possibly corrupted individuals?"

"we dont sell or give our weapons to no one"said a holographic image of a woman that now seat in the chair where Roy was
"i'am Mira Priestess of Wolf"she now say to all

"Then you lack in business sense. Weapons are as much a legitimate trade as any other amenity, and should be treated as such. The toil of the Mechanicus must bear fruit, the furtherance of our goals dependant upon profit gleaned from what we are willing to share.

I would ask that limited arms contracts be allowed, at Ri-anese discretion"

"why arm those who you may end up facing in war"

"Hmm. As Station owner, I don't mind the sale of small arms. For the purposes of a neutral Zone, the Ammunition and the actual weapons should be carried in seperate containers."

"Why not arm those who might be allies in a later war?" Remiel smirks, pleased by his retort and by the Ri-anese acceptance "Of course, ammunition and weaponry shall remain seperate, except in cases where such is not plausible, such as powered weapons, or chain weapons."

"we are fine with other sell there weapon"

"oh i'm all so sorry we had to pull out all the Troops,the Tech are still maning the command center "

"Why not arm those who might be allies in a later war?" Remiel smirks, pleased by his retort and by the Ri-anese acceptance "Of course, ammunition and weaponry shall remain seperate, except in cases where such is not plausible, such as powered weapons, or chain weapons."

"i don't think we be allies to you ever"

"I don't mind" Remiel leans back in his chair, placing one hand in the other as he smirks darkly. "The atmospheres so much better when deprived of that over the top military oppression smell." He turns, smiling almost beautifully at the Ri-anese delegate.

"I would feel so much more comfortable with the reasonable owners men in place. Along with my own security." He gestures to the silent Astartes who accompany him, grinning inwardly at what the Coredian must be thinking of this 'altruism'

Remiel turns back to the Isan as they render any idea of Chronosian alliance ireverant. "Hm, I shall shed a tear." Remiel nods, mock-solemnly before bursting into a fit of laughter, that has no forseeable end.

Evidently the concept of Isan allies is one that provokes much reaction. Albeit hilarity.

Count Mann simply sat and smiled as he observed the conversation. Remiel was playing the Isian like a well tuned piano. It was immensely funny and altogether quite entertaining. When Remiel had finished Mann spoke up.

"I believe that a dislike over the selling of arms is little much to say such harsh words. Surely one can see the advantage in gaining both profit and new technological arms through such a deal of trade."

vhid fridj karliik claun ,more like using those troop to take over a world, an you lot dont know how to shed a tear

"Spoken well and truly, as befits our Thrashian allies" Remiel smiled, even rising to bow to them. "You honor your Warmaster through such service and support, just as your troops honor the Emperor incarnate by serving his will and mine."

Remiel grinned, half impishly, half like some feral beast as he regarded the Isans. "Oh yes, so many worlds...Brought into the fold and enlightened! Be it Imperial Truth or the Word of Chaos, entire systems kneel to their rightful masters. And your right, we don't shed tears for heretics, rebels or xenos. We do however, enjoy what we do.

And the rewards that the True Gods lavish upon their righteous and glorious servants."

"we do and we dont care as for new technological arms why buy and copy others when you can have something on other has"

"Even some minor Ship Arms, I'm willing to allow. Above and beyond that, one must think of the image that would present. A neutral Zone, engaged in the active trade of major arms? How could one trust it?

And for energy weapons, and other such weapons, where there is no seperate Ammunition, then, it should be shipped so that, it would be horrendously difficult to suddenly pull it out of the container in the Neutral Zone, and use it, possibly even Damage it.

As for Security that's part of the military detachment idea. It shouldn't be too hard for all the numerous guards resulting from that first bullet point of the convention agreement to patrol the station. However, I reserve the right to modify the numbers, as fits station needs, keeping the numbers in the document, as the max number I can call on. Also, Barracks will be built on the station in various points, to comfortably house the soldiers. General Harrison will organise the Militaries, so that no one Steps on anyone elses toes, as the old saying goes. Everyone gets equal Glory, such as it is. It shouldn't be too difficult, bearing in mind the nummbers."

"we will not have troops on board we keep the dock and the room we use and blackstone now station outside one half-light-year territory"

"Spoken well and truly, as befits our Thrashian allies" Remiel smiled, even rising to bow to them. "You honor your Warmaster through such service and support, just as your troops honor the Emperor incarnate by serving his will and mine."

Remiel grinned, half impishly, half like some feral beast as he regarded the Isans. "Oh yes, so many worlds...Brought into the fold and enlightened! Be it Imperial Truth or the Word of Chaos, entire systems kneel to their rightful masters. And your right, we don't shed tears for heretics, rebels or xenos. We do however, enjoy what we do.

And the rewards that the True Gods lavish upon their righteous and glorious servants."

OOC: Just in case the Isans missed it:P

Doron coughed and leaned forward in his seat while placing his elbows on the table. His voice was low so only close by could hear him. "Mere ants trying to make policy for giants. If we wished them harm we would simply walk over them."

"I say allow any weapons trade that nations are comfortable with but I see no reason for the products to actually be present on this station." My god just stop arguing over pointless bull and got on with the bloody summit.

OOC: Just in case the Isans missed it:P

OOC got it
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Mira just lets Remiel words go by not caring for them

"I rest my case" Remiel smirks, a sense of triumph filling him with a grand sense of elation. "You would do well to stay on our good side. Nations have died for far less. At least you had the sense not to mock my calling. The Scion of Chaos accepts no scorn of the Ruinous Powers...

For I am the Eightfold Path, and the warriors who walk with me are the blessed heirs of all my works."

yes yes and i get rip apart and eaten ever time the Thirst hits

"Your monthly scourges are no concern of mine" Remiel jests, tapping the side of his head. "At least my words make sense in the context of the universe, you simply seem afflicted with some random Khornate bloodthirst. You ought to give thanks to the blood god that such humble beings as yourselves are so touched.

Now, perhaps, on to more pressing matters? They begin to bore me..."

its not i whos afflicted with the red thirst of a werewolf

"Black rage and Red thirst are not uncommon amongst the Astartes of my brother Hakar. Afflicted with the ancient curse of Sanguinius, a sort of...Pseudovampirism. You seemed to suggest you yourself suffered under a red thirst. But then it is so hard to unravel the meaning of your sentiments." He chuckled. "Forgive me"

"it is my Master who has it and the Twins" then she turns her head and talk to someone standing next to her

"no they are jump to there" you see her point to something thats not in the image