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"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."

The Lady Imperiatrix nodded, and said, "I am inclined to agree with this plan. Our hosts should have the discretion of quantity of arms shipped through this station, and in what manner. Besides, it's a rule of thumb to keep ammo and weapon seperate when in storage."

She then said raising her finger and thoughtfully mulling the question over as she spoke: "I have a question. How should we handle potential refugee traffic and asylum seekers? And what of commercial ventures that wish to incorporate here, ships and all? Should we let these elements in, or would it be beyond the purpose of the station? And what of extradition?"

All the while, Hepp and the others were astonished at the amazing oddness of the Isans...they were Istvaanites indeed.

The Lady Imperiatrix nodded, and said, "I am inclined to agree with this plan. Our hosts should have the discretion of quantity of arms shipped through this station, and in what manner. Besides, it's a rule of thumb to keep ammo and weapon seperate when in storage."

She then said raising her finger and thoughtfully mulling the question over as she spoke: "I have a question. How should we handle potential refugee traffic and asylum seekers? And what of commercial ventures that wish to incorporate here, ships and all? Should we let these elements in, or would it be beyond the purpose of the station? And what of extradition?"

All the while, Hepp and the others were astonished at the amazing oddness of the Isans...they were Istvaanites indeed.

refugee traffic and asylum seekers are for you to handle as we are not in these space which the CSP station in

"Perhaps if there has to be weapons sales, the actual weapons themselves cannot be within the Neutral Zons. The actual transaction can occur on the station but the merchandise will remain elsewhere or risk seisure and use by the station defense."

"This would allow those weapons to be traded but keep them out of the Neutral zone protecting the station's reputation."

"Perhaps a good place to transfer weapons cargo would be the Isan station sitting outside the Neutral Zone."

"And why should we take in every waif and stray who comes along? This is a place of trade, not a waystation for the disenfranchised. You would have immigrants and potential threats crossing through here, vectored everywhere from the glories of Chronosia Prime, where the Gods themselves have touched the world, to whatever decrepit orb you hail from, worshipping a Corpse!" Remiel cackled.

"Better to focus on more material pursuits, than debating the worthiness of a refugee population to defile these halls. The Aspects would hardly be pleased to know that runting scavengers defile halls blessed by their Chosen."

"And why should we take in every waif and stray who comes along? This is a place of trade, not a waystation for the disenfranchised. You would have immigrants and potential threats crossing through here, vectored everywhere from the glories of Chronosia Prime, where the Gods themselves have touched the world, to whatever decrepit orb you hail from, worshipping a Corpse!" Remiel cackled.

"Better to focus on more material pursuits, than debating the worthiness of a refugee population to defile these halls. The Aspects would hardly be pleased to know that runting scavengers defile halls blessed by their Chosen."

"i for one would say my master be with you on that one we at war the dont want to waste money or materials on other peoples waif and stray"

there was sound of gun shots in the back ground

"And why should we take in every waif and stray who comes along? This is a place of trade, not a waystation for the disenfranchised. You would have immigrants and potential threats crossing through here, vectored everywhere from the glories of Chronosia Prime, where the Gods themselves have touched the world, to whatever decrepit orb you hail from, worshipping a Corpse!" Remiel cackled.

The Lady Imperiatrix said, quipping in reply to Remiel's laugh, "That was so funny, I forgot to laugh."

Hepp chimed in angrily, with: "And better to worship a corpse that grants navigation and constancy than a serial killer, rapist, untrustworthy liar and Typhoid Mary for gods, Chaos bootlick."

The Lord Consul then looked at them both, and they regained her composure with a polite, almost cute cough. The Lady replied, saying "Moving on. To answer people's objections, I am keeping in mind the purpose of this facility, that of a trade station. As such, it can only take on so many asylum-seekers.

Since certain persons in this room have complained of overcrowding and lack of security, I propose then that we allow only those on who are free of mental and physical disease and have spotless criminal records. These persons would be given help in finding other places to go, but otherwise would have to work for the duration of their stay, lest they be ejected for freeloading. Criminals would have to be categorically denied, and extradited to the country of origin.

And as these persons wished to worry about the material, what of those companies that wish to make this place their home? I had asked that question, but had no answer."

"Refugees and the like will be taken care of on a case by case basis.

Becareful about insulting others, or you'll find yourself in the arena on the lower decks literally defending yourself against them in a cold hard fight to the finish, winner gets 50% of the betting profits.

As for the weapons, that sounds like a decent Idea. Holograms with the safety mode on can serve as good quality examples of the weapons or even live video feeds, in any case, that I'll leave to the individual merchants, to provide for a spirit of competition, or, whatever.

Weapons brought into the Neutral Zone shall be considered weapons for the station, and thus treated as such."

Robert just listened and nodded he acheived what he wanted to..

and felt no compaction to lean one way or the other on the issue of weapons being sold nor refugees.

"Refugees and the like will be taken care of on a case by case basis.

Becareful about insulting others, or you'll find yourself in the arena on the lower decks literally defending yourself against them in a cold hard fight to the finish, winner gets 50% of the betting profits."

The Lady replied, "Very well. Otherwise, I have no objections to the agreement so far, nor the idea of limited weapons sales here, handled by the Ri-an authorities. After all, some of my staff reported under the ancien regime, firearms were sold here with relative calm. Naturally, that was then, this is now."

The Lady Imperiatrix said, quipping in reply to Remiel's laugh, "That was so funny, I forgot to laugh."

Hepp chimed in angrily, with: "And better to worship a corpse that grants navigation and constancy than a serial killer, rapist, untrustworthy liar and Typhoid Mary for gods, Chaos bootlick."

The Lord Consul then looked at them both, and they regained her composure with a polite, almost cute cough. The Lady replied, saying "Moving on. To answer people's objections, I am keeping in mind the purpose of this facility, that of a trade station. As such, it can only take on so many asylum-seekers.

Since certain persons in this room have complained of overcrowding and lack of security, I propose then that we allow only those on who are free of mental and physical disease and have spotless criminal records. These persons would be given help in finding other places to go, but otherwise would have to work for the duration of their stay, lest they be ejected for freeloading. Criminals would have to be categorically denied, and extradited to the country of origin.

And as these persons wished to worry about the material, what of those companies that wish to make this place their home? I had asked that question, but had no answer."

"Ma-am dont ever put us with them and for Refugees we got four planets full of our own to deal with,but Criminals we can send them to Hells bay" then Miras turns to some one

"found out how they got out" she says to them

"As happy as all this is, if there are going to include no trading measures in this treaty then perhaps we should sign?"

said Robert getting his piece of paper ready

"There are other powers in this universe that can bend the Warp to their will without millions of dead Psykers and a fancy chair. We'll do you the courtesy of chaining you to one should you ever have the pleasure of being between life and death" Remiel smirked. "I only hope that the Gods have mercy upon you, lady Imperiatrix, especially most merciless Slaanesh.

For I would hate to see you suffer unduely, nor any of your works fall to ashes beneath Nurgle's touch. But they could...Perhaps they even shall. Second child willing...."

For I would hate to see you suffer unduely, nor any of your works fall to ashes beneath Nurgle's touch. But they could...Perhaps they even shall. Second child willing....

That little bit caused her party to perk up. Invoking the heretical name of the Second Child could only mean one thing--these bastards were not only worshippers of Chaos, but also had more than likely met the infernal Cult. Hepp and the Lady whispered to one another, with a general tone of, "Keep an eye on this guy."

She then said to the man from TGM "Sure. If no one else has anything to contribute, I believe we must sign."

"We shall sign" Remiel smiled like an angel, drumming his fingers against the table. "I do have other matters to attend you, you'll understand, the running of an empire, the establishment of new allies and the hunt for our myriad foes, and the foes of Faith." He chuckles darkly, ceasing his fingers movements.

"The Inquisitor already stationed here shall act as my emmisiary in the Long run. He is my voice, my hand upon this place, a vessel of my strength and a symbol of my will unshakeable. A true devotee to the Gods" He sounded almost in awe of his own servant. "Such is the system I have forged, where every old facet of the Imperium is twisted to serve Their purpose, where faith has more meaning for the people than life itself.

Life they would gladly throw away for the Gods, and their Emperor."

"it looks like more of a arms deal to me i will not sign till its word in a better way"

"A trade deal including arms is far different from an arms deal." Remiel rolls his eyes. "I think you just don't want to share any of your precious hardware, not that we need it. Ours comes with the blessings of the Dark Mechanicus, the servants of the True Omnissiah who bears four heads and a thousand eyes and all the knowledge of Chaos and its machines."

He chuckles "We see nothing wrong in sharing our technology, and furthering our arms, even without the need or desire for yours"

"thats all that is on it no other tade or tade of other technology is said just weapons if thats the case we are out on it ,but not the security of the CSP "

Anthony interrupted the complaint.

“The way I read it, it promotes all trade but Weapons. Weapons are the only thing that has any restrictions, which seem to be the parties can make their deals for them on the station but the weapons cannot actually enter the Neutral Zone or they will be confiscated and used by the CSP. If I am wrong, please enlighten me.”

“Perhaps you would prefer the open trade of such things on the station to sullen the reputation of the CSP?“

“It was also discussed that members should be free to enter into their own individual trade agreements so their nations will not suffer.”

if we but restrictions on them then we must place restrictions on all tade

"Well, a mishandled cabbage will not destroy the station while a mishandled Suncrusher will cause more than its share of headaches."

"You can always use your station for the weapons transfers you seem to request so much."

that would be a idea and i was not thinking food but of PCs ,medical ,kitchenware and so on, but a sack of Potatoes can be deadly when use by pissed off woman

"Then what pray tell do you suggest? A ban on potatoes? Angry women?”

Anthony returned to his seat.

“The floor is yours to enlighten us on your version of the trade agreement in all it’s glory.”

“Go on, I am listening.”

"now you are just making shit up as for other trade i say a limit on the garde of PCs, percentage of sales of all trade go back into the running of the CSP, a health garde for food stuff to per vent law suits on sellers or the CSP, medical need some govern all so to per vent law suits"

"The idea of free trade is that it is without restriction, without limit. To impose limits upon how much can be traded affects trade as a whole, rendering everything within the realms of possibility, with no overt profit, no overt surpassing of expectations." A smirk, a slightly murmer of amusement.

"In the spirit of capitalist interest, and Slaanesh-blessed gluttony, I would suggest utterly no limit. To impose such would be to retard and undermine the entire endeavor."

"so you would sell military garde Computer software to a school boy"

"I don't see why not. Little harm can come from selling unbelievably complex equipment to those without the knowledge to use or even understand them. I find its much the same indealing with many of the other races. The Taledonians still possess a relic of ours that they cannot hope to fathom, or whose power they are too moral to invoke." Remiel leans back, running a hand through his hair.

"Compromise and morality are weaknesses, set in place to prevent us from gaining exactly what we wish. Power, wealth, influence? All attainable when you shirk off the confines of a moral society."

“Actually, our military uses several different grades of computers and many of them have equivalent counterparts available to the public. The connection and the software is the danger. If a child has access to the funds for a high end computer, then he would have to contact the military to get the software to run on said computer. Even that would not be enough to cause problems because many colleges already possess such setups. The links and security overrides are still needed to actually connect to anything dangerous.”

“Besides, I already stated all non-military items from the Empire are open for export. Of course, that means our version of military. The defination differs from each nation.”



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A good example is Windows. How many of us have upgraded to Vista or Office 2007? Do you think the military still has computers running Windows 2000 somewhere? I hope they don't have 9X or, God forbid, WinME on any of their boxes. That is just software. The private sector is usually ahead of the military as far as the basic software systems because they want to be sure it is well patched before they apply software to an important system.

An equipment version would be the computers big business has as well as the ones the actual designers use to design the new computers. I think Cray Inc. has bigger mainframes in their basements than what they sell, and it goes the same with AMD, Pentium, IBM, ect...

the emperror said the astaretes will be garrisoned here to act as a rapid responce force to any trouble that may aiirse

“Actually, our military uses several different grades of computers and many of them have equivalent counterparts available to the public. The connection and the software is the danger. If a child has access to the funds for a high end computer, then he would have to contact the military to get the software to run on said computer. Even that would not be enough to cause problems because many colleges already possess such setups. The links and security overrides are still needed to actually connect to anything dangerous.”

“Besides, I already stated all non-military items from the Empire are open for export. Of course, that means our version of military. The defination differs from each nation.”



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A good example is Windows. How many of us have upgraded to Vista or Office 2007? Do you think the military still has computers running Windows 2000 somewhere? I hope they don't have 9X or, God forbid, WinME on any of their boxes. That is just software. The private sector is usually ahead of the military as far as the basic software systems because they want to be sure it is well patched before they apply software to an important system.

An equipment version would be the computers big business has as well as the ones the actual designers use to design the new computers. I think Cray Inc. has bigger mainframes in their basements than what they sell, and it goes the same with AMD, Pentium, IBM, ect...
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"well after the Gear War you only find A grade Computers and Software in the Military outside of it you find B grade in business and C grade in schools and homes and and you can't mix there parts or Software"

[QUOTE=Balrogga;12287016According to reports, the person to his right was the Emperor of Sephrioth 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.


“Greetings to you Sir”



“Greetings to you Lady.”[/QUOTE]

Hail Anthony forgive me for bringing 2 heavily armed space marines with me how fairs balrogga

Anthony replied to the returned greeting by the Sephrioth Emperor by creating another aspect much the same way he did with Robert earlier. A second version of Anthony appeared so he could converse with the emperor sitting next to him.

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“The insult of armed guards being present would be directed to those in charge of station security, not myself, so there is nothing to forgive. Balrogga is doing fine except for a couple distractions taking place elsewhere. They will not affect things here so there is no reason to worry about them at the moment.”

“How goes life in your neck of the woods?”


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The conversation with Seph should have taken place a while back but the post in question was not noticed. I made adjustments so both can take place.

"The only restrictions on trade needed, are the safety restrictions on weaponry. Don't be so niave as to think we're all so foolish as to make bad trades such as Military equipment to children.

All Trades must follow the rules of the station, which I will not list here, but Security keeps on the look out for. I do not restrict trade in any manner, save to prevent the trade of slavery, an act frowned upon by many nations. Other than that, the rules are in place to prevent stupid people from making stupid trades such as selling suncrushers to any N00B child with a couple million dollars to blow.

I'm afraid you've lowered my opinion of you, if you can't even have faith in simple rules."

"like we care ,i have seen simple rules broken time and a time again , then we will not trade at all ,but only help guard the CSP"then holographic image was gone

OOC trying to tell you lot what i use would make your head hurt

"The only restrictions on trade needed, are the safety restrictions on weaponry. Don't be so niave as to think we're all so foolish as to make bad trades such as Military equipment to children.

All Trades must follow the rules of the station, which I will not list here, but Security keeps on the look out for. I do not restrict trade in any manner, save to prevent the trade of slavery, an act frowned upon by many nations. Other than that, the rules are in place to prevent stupid people from making stupid trades such as selling suncrushers to any N00B child with a couple million dollars to blow.

I'm afraid you've lowered my opinion of you, if you can't even have faith in simple rules."

The Lady Imperiatrix then said, "I second this. This conference is being dragged out unnecessarily, reflecting on a subject I thought was agreed upon already. The only other thing I can see being regulated are maybe drugs and an outright ban on slave traders of all sorts--but I trust the management to ensure trade in everything else is under control."

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Count Mann rubbed his temples with frustration. The Isians naive and idiotic stance on the matter of weapons was aggravating enough to cause him a headache, something that usually only took a great amount of effort to achieve.

"Sir, if you have something against a single clause in this document then do not sign it. However do not impede others in what for us is valuable time by slowing down the process of signing. As Emperor Remiel said, some of us are short of time to deal with this." Count Mann came to his feet and bowed to the delegates. "I myself am rather limited in my time as well. His Excellency Treize gave me the authority to sign a document or treaty that was agreed upon here. However should this meeting come to nothing due to the bickering of one fool, then I see no point in it. Thrashia can find other advantages with other countries with which to deal with accordingly."

Count Alfred Mann bowed again and left his chair. His two guards, Imperial Knight Vespasian and Shinigami Captain Ziminar, followed on his heels as they left the chamber, headed for the hangar bay.

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no one was there no more as the holographic image was gone

"Then, if they have problems with it, then it shall remain unsigned by them. Otherwise, I submit it to the remaining delegates to sign."

The Ri-anese signed it.

"And the delegates begin to drop like flies, but since we are actually beginning to make some headway with an actual honest to god signature, then we can ignore the yelps of petulant dogs. Silence of the masses can be such a beautiful thing. The Abh Empire shall sign your agreements."

holographic image was back
"ZPM you class them as what"

holographic image was back
"ZPM you class them as what"

"Energy sources, much like a good old fashioned pre-space flight battery."

Less than ten minutes after Count Mann had left the room, an Imperial Fleet officer, a lieutenant by his rank insignia, marched into the room escorted by two unarmed naval-white stormtroopers. He bowed to the assembled company. "I am ordered to sign in place of Count Mann, seeing as he is feeling ill." Without further ado he sat down at Count Mann's former seat and brought up the document. Taking a pen out of his jerkin's pocket he signed smartly on the line for the sickly Count.

Once done he stood up and bowed again. "Count Mann has made it clear to me that while he agrees to this treaty, it is in clear need of future revisement. In due course of time a Thrashian ambassador will be sent here to Constantine Station as well as the agreed amount of protection for the station's safety. Good day to you sirs."

The trio marched out of the room faster than many thought possible. Personally the lieutenant just didn't like politicians or anyone remotely associated with any form of organization that wasn't military.


Waiting in the hangar bay, Count Mann addressed a message to Emperor Remiel. "I sir would be happy to take up your offer to accompany you to Chronosian, as there are things which my superiors would have me address with you."

"Energy sources, much like a good old fashioned pre-space flight battery."

"ok then right we see the weapons part dose not cover us as we will not sell our weapons but the part of the security and half-light-year territory dose'said Mira

"ok then right we see the weapons part dose not cover us as we will not sell our weapons but the part of the security and half-light-year territory dose'said Mira

"Then sign it and quit babbling about it. The time for speeches is past."

"Then sign it and quit babbling about it. The time for speeches is past."

never let a woman do a mans work was heard as the paper was beam away

Remiel moved to sign the document, his own ornate signature joining those upon the paper before he moved swiftly towards the door, a comlink flashing upon his armor. "Farewell" He chuckled lightly, eyeing the Coredians, Isans and Hailungese in particular. "Till next we meet."

Patching it through to his earpiece he heard the Thrashian message and smirked lightly, moving to the Hangar.

He descended, flanked by his guards who followed him like they were shadows, watching him with silent eyes, his every graceful move observed. He moved across the hangar, before bowing lightly to the Count.

"So good to see that you accepted my invitation. Communications have been rather lax with our Thrashian brothers. I fear many of my aides and people believe that you would still hold us accountable for placing the good of the Empire before the good of Thrashia

Count Mann smiled. "Generally speaking both are one in the same mi-lord Remiel. Shall I board your ship? I came in a light vessel for the purpose of getting here quick. I don't believe it will have any problems if it doesn't have me on it. Also, my two guards will remain with me, seeing as that is their duty." Count Mann smiled at the two, who simply shrugged. "Shall we?"

Remiel smirked, turning to the Thunderhawk gunship which still waited for him, to bear him back into the glory and the power of the Sword of Arioch. "Then you shall ride in a chariot fit for the Gods, Count. You shall be borne to Chronosia Prime on the wings of its Lord and Master...

Tell me, have you ever seen the Warp?"

Count Mann followed in step beside Remiel, though he had to keep a faster pace due to having shorter legs. "No, but then I hear that everything must be tried at least once."

Robert Jones signs...

"Thank you all; gentlemen, ladies and others. It's been a pleasure."

and with that he leaves and heads back to the Headquarters

"The Empire has no problems with this incarnation of the Treaty, just the placement uf unrealistic restrictions that were being insisted upon."

"I will sign this Treaty on behalf of Emperor Nhur-Galladu and the Balrogga Empire."

Anthony picked up the pen and sighed the document with his signature. He then retook his seat in case his neighbors still wished to talk.

Lady Silk Eyes got up, and walked over to the document. Her Arthritis was acting up again, so she made it look like a graceful stride. She signed her name, and returned to her seat.

"Easiest meeting I've ever been to. No fighting or anything." she thought.

Anthony replied to the returned greeting by the Sephrioth Emperor by creating another aspect much the same way he did with Robert earlier. A second version of Anthony appeared so he could converse with the emperor sitting next to him.

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“The insult of armed guards being present would be directed to those in charge of station security, not myself, so there is nothing to forgive. Balrogga is doing fine except for a couple distractions taking place elsewhere. They will not affect things here so there is no reason to worry about them at the moment.”

“How goes life in your neck of the woods?”


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The conversation with Seph should have taken place a while back but the post in question was not noticed. I made adjustments so both can take place.
war he said

The Lady Imperiatrix then got up, and walked to the document in a genteel, ladylike manner. She then signed it with a pen she pulled out of her clothing, and then put it away, saying, "Here we go."

After everyone had signed...

"I think its time for a Grand Re-opening." The 63rd said.

I made a place to document our contribution to station security.

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