NationStates Jolt Archive

Kahlan smiled both at the man for his muteness and at the way his wife seemed to complement him. "I can say with all assuredness that we not nothing from you in return other than what we have asked for. It will be nice to be allied with a nation that is not constantly dragging us into war and I feel there is much to benefit from a friendship more than a military alliance. I hope that is good enough for you."
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Fire flashed in the eyes of the Mord-Sith from some reservation about those that can walk in people's minds. Though she let the comments pass with a smoldering sigh that was difficult to tell whether or not it was a growl. "We have no mind walkers in D'Hara. If you want to probe around, then do as you wish."

Cara looked down at the box one last time though. This set of drawings made more sense to her but she would allow the ambassador to do as he pleased.

Fire flashed in the eyes of the Mord-Sith from some reservation about those that can walk in people's minds. Though she let the comments pass with a smoldering sigh that was difficult to tell whether or not it was a growl. "We have no mind walkers in D'Hara. If you want to probe around, then do as you wish."

Cara looked down at the box one last time though. This set of drawings made more sense to her but she would allow the ambassador to do as he pleased.

The grunt-cum-sigh suggested psykers and Force users were rather foreign here, and treated with plenty of suspicion. Junko was used to that, but she was uneasy still, hearing it from her allies.

She then decided, "Maybe I'll try their way." Indeed, the pictures were beginning to make more sense. Junko then nodded at the aliens, and then said, psychically projecting images of trade and ships moving peacefully between two planets at the same time, "Trade? Is this what you mean?"

The alien seems to mentally throw its hands up in the air at these strange creatures who still seemed to think that it knew their language, and begins a frenzy of drawing. Apparently it thinks it needs to show you exactly what it means.

Two more of these cartoon boxes are drawn, one after the second one, and one at the end. The second one shows the group of aliens walking onto their ship, while all of you are standing around. The final one shows the aliens getting off their ship with you waiting for them, and you can see a small box strapped onto the head ones neck.

Witnessing the apparent failure of his idea, Atshushi bows apologetically to Cara and retreats to the beverage table, pouring himself a short glass of prune juice.

"Evidently, we need another approach," said Junko. Her voice was filled with a tinge of frustration and confusion. How was she not getting to these people? She used only universal images....nothing in English, or any of the languages spoken there. Guess she miscalculated. Well, at least the aliens were drawing something clearer now. It had to be either gifts or trade, at least that's how Junko saw it.

She then said, leaning in for a closer look and then getting back up, turning to Cara: "I think they want to give us a gift of some kind. Maybe trade as well. Otherwise, that's all I can say."

Satisfied that Joshua has been sufficiently chastised for his antagonistic attitude, the Praetor continues, looking between the other gathered officials. "Humanitarian efforts build the Federation's international support and make us more attractive to potential members besides," she smiles warmly, "just being the right thing to do."

Dusanyu nodded his agreement. "Then we are in agreement? Aid to other nations will consist primarily of humanitarian efforts for the time being. The Consuls will have to decide on a body that will lead these efforts and manage resources."

The alien seems to mentally throw its hands up in the air at these strange creatures who still seemed to think that it knew their language, and begins a frenzy of drawing. Apparently it thinks it needs to show you exactly what it means.

Two more of these cartoon boxes are drawn, one after the second one, and one at the end. The second one shows the group of aliens walking onto their ship, while all of you are standing around. The final one shows the aliens getting off their ship with you waiting for them, and you can see a small box strapped onto the head ones neck.

Cara thought for a moment. "I believe he wishes to return to his ship and retrieve something. Can you impart those images exactly like the ones in the sand only clearer?"

Junko then nodded, and meditated a little to get back into focus. She then proceeded to begin projecting the images back at the aliens, using no English, no language whatsoever, just psychic images corresponding to those on the box of sand.

In this case though, they were clearer versions of those images the aliens scrawled onto the box as she saw them, with the aliens leaving to their ship, and then coming back, the leader with a box around its neck.

Kahlan smiled both at the man for his muteness and at the way his wife seemed to complement him. "I can say with all assuredness that we not nothing from you in return other than what we have asked for. It will be nice to be allied with a nation that is not constantly dragging us into war and I feel there is much to benefit from a friendship more than a military alliance. I hope that is good enough for you."


Sebastian had regained some of his composure by this point. "Yes I believe that will be enough. Thank you. I really don't know what else to say other than thank you."

Sarah rubbed his back reassuringly. "We have quarters for diplomats back on our home world. You may send someone as you see fit to have an instant line of communication. Otherwise we agree to this arrangement and honor it."

The alien gives a little jerk of its head in the direction of the ship. Apparently it is waiting for you to lead the way.

Dusanyu nodded his agreement. "Then we are in agreement? Aid to other nations will consist primarily of humanitarian efforts for the time being. The Consuls will have to decide on a body that will lead these efforts and manage resources."
"As the Coredian voice in this conference, I would agree. It will definitely boost our reputation as a do-good alliance." Senator Masaki said.

"As the Coredian voice in this conference, I would agree. It will definitely boost our reputation as a do-good alliance." Senator Masaki said.

Carla then said, nodding and acknowledging the comment by Senator Masaki, "Indeed."

She then said to the general assembly, "Since I think we can agree on that, does anyone else have anything to say? If not, the floor is open to more suggestions."

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Junko then said, "I think it wants us to lead the way back to the ship." Turning to Cara, she then said, "Where did they land?"

"Back out on the plains outside the maingates. Come with me incase I have use of an interpreter still."

Cara pushed back away from the table and signalled for the ambassador to follow the Mord-Sith back through the door and outside the city.

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Kahlan smiled as she rose form her chair. "Good. Then please enjoy the rest of the party. I'm sure there is still much to do if you grow tired of all the politics." With a final farewell, the Mother Confessor left the two Myths to their own plans.

Junko follows the Mord-Sith, motioning for the aliens to follow.

The aliens follow.

Cara leads her little party back through the same hallways that they had all travelled to enter the meeting room. They quickly found themselves once again back outside on the vast plains in D'Hara where the shuttles for ambassadors had been landing.

"Well, now what?"

Carla then said, nodding and acknowledging the comment by Senator Masaki, "Indeed."

She then said to the general assembly, "Since I think we can agree on that, does anyone else have anything to say? If not, the floor is open to more suggestions."

Mbutu then said, raising his hand: "I have a suggestion. How about we establish the fate of the Modular Fleet? I haven't heard much of the project. If it helps, New Dornalia can donate some designs for fighters and ships to speed research along, and get it back to life."

He then stiffened inside, and braced for Manson's inevitable rantings....he hated that man, and frankly wished an accident could come to him, if only to silence that tongue of his. He remembered the last debate over the Modular Fleet and boy was he unhappy to be there.

"Here's to nothing," Mbutu thought.

Lord Dusanyu stole a quick glance at General Meiffert then Lord Ashram before looking back at the delegates. "An interesting proposal but I believe we should answer some questions about the Modular Fleet before discussion truly gets carried out of control. I believe we should hear what designs have been approved, where this fleet will be constructed, how much if any of it has been constructed, and how large this fleet should be."

Lord Dusanyu stole a quick glance at General Meiffert then Lord Ashram before looking back at the delegates. "An interesting proposal but I believe we should answer some questions about the Modular Fleet before discussion truly gets carried out of control. I believe we should hear what designs have been approved, where this fleet will be constructed, how much if any of it has been constructed, and how large this fleet should be."

SIC:

Mbutu then replied calmly, "The size should be enough to defend the Galactic Federation. About 1,000-2,500 for an initial count."

He then took some papers out of a briefcase and said, "As for designs, the Huntarian Alliance proposed some designs already for a fighter, a command ship and a heavy fighter. As for proposed construction sites, that has still not been decided yet. New Dornalia, as usual, offers up space in its shipyards to build some of the proposed force."

OOC: The designs can be found on the GFFA Boards, didn't want to post them here.

"I'm still a little unclear on the command structure of the Modular Fleet," Hannelore speaks up. "I'm not against a joint force persay, but I, and I imagine most other members, would be more comfortable if there were some established rules governing where it can intervene and who can make that decision."

"Agreed," Manson says firmly.

Even Nienna Fefalas chimes in, expressionless as usual. "It is preferable to legislate from the Senate rather than the Quaestoral office; if the Modular Fleet's charter, chain of command, and ownership are clear, it will make the Quaestor's job much more straightforward in the event of a dispute."

Mbutu explains things simply, pulling out more forms from his briefcase and then pulling out a PDA.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I propose that this fleet be only allowed for defensive purposes. That is, defensive purposes means that it can only be used to defend members of the Galactic Federation from attack on their soil, and for limited peacekeeping operations where it serves as a neutral party seperating two warring parties per an established peace agreement (OOC: Think UN type operations). It cannot be deployed abroad otherwise.

Control would be given to the Senate for funding and upkeep of the Modular Fleet; also, it would be in charge of activating the fleet for specific missions by a 51-49 percentage margin. Operational Command, active only until the Senate stands down the fleet, would rest jointly between the Joint Naval Commander and an ad hoc committee of commanders from member nations to plan strategies, and the Senate, which would approve deployments."

"Since the Consulate has jurisdiction over the alliance's foreign policy, both Consuls should approve deployments as well as the Senate," the Xanthalian Senator asserts.

"That might make the process of approving the Modular Fleet's deployment a bit difficult," Hannelore responds thoughtfully. "It's worth bearing in mind that you don't often get the benefit of an extended warning about an impending invasion. Maybe it will be better if the Consul has the authority to deploy the fleet, but the Senate can recall it if they think it's necessary. What do you think?" She aims her question at Mbutu, but looks around at the others afterward, indicating she's open to input from anyone.

"I believe in the case of approving the Modular Fleet's deployment should be solely left to the Consul. A democractic body can be a hinderance more than a blessing during times of war. Leaving the fate of this fleet up to only two individuals makes far more sense to me."

Dusanyu realized that some of the members present still held tight to their high ideals of democracy, so he had to throw them something. "Still, I agree with the Praetor. After a set amount of time, the Senate should be able to decide whether or not to allow the continued deployment of the Fleet or if it should be recalled."

General Meiffert and commander of the allied ground forces for the Federation slid the Abriel a glass screen for him to look at. Dusanyu nodded remembering where he was going with this. "As for the construction of the Modular Fleet, I believe it is important to not have the construction of the Fleet in one nation alone. The work should be spread around in case the worst happens to one of its facilities. That way the loss of the fleet is not so easy to achieve for our enemies."

General Meiffert and commander of the allied ground forces for the Federation slid the Abriel a glass screen for him to look at. Dusanyu nodded remembering where he was going with this. "As for the construction of the Modular Fleet, I believe it is important to not have the construction of the Fleet in one nation alone. The work should be spread around in case the worst happens to one of its facilities. That way the loss of the fleet is not so easy to achieve for our enemies."

Nodding at the comments made so far, Mbutu then said, "That solution is acceptable to me. The Consular method just described will preserve the Senatorial involvement that the original demands, while allowing for quicker action."

He then said, "As for where else the ships of the Fleet will be built, I am open to any other nation willing to host space."

"Those rules might be acceptable," Manson says cautiously. "I will wait to see the official document in the Senate before passing judgment."

"Good. As far as spreading the work load around for the Modular Fleet, Star Forces facilities are more than adequate to handle the large destroyers and the command vessel. Leave us the blueprints and they shall be constructed in a timely manner.

Another matter would be how large should this fleet be and the number of each class of ship?"

King Kerain rose from his seat to speak.

"Construction is nearing completion on the planet-port and ringyard above New Tidan. When completed it will be the largest port and shipyard facility Tidan has ever built. This coupled with the extreme defensive measures we have put in place around the Tidan system and its connection to the FEDBED security net, Tidan would like to offer a good portion of its construction facilities for the cause of the Modular Fleet. Our yards will soon be capable of the construction of all but the largest ships we have yet seen."

After a brief pause to look at his notes he spoke again.

"This brings me to another point that Tidan would like to put forward. I know some of you have been uneasy assigning crews to work on a fleet out of your control. I feel this goal is one worth pressing for and one worth sacraficing for. A fleet dedicated not to one nation but to one people diverse in background, race, and identity but united in cause and friendship. This is not just a defensive measure but a symbol to say that we are willing and able to set the good of our friends before our own national needs. So in that spirit Tidan is willing to offer up to one half of our offensive fleet crew for service in the Modular Fleet.

"It is our hope that through this offering those who are reluctant and unable to actively participate will be free of this burden. Now we offer only of our offensive capacity for one main reason. We feel we are able to defend ourselves satisfactorally, baring a full scale multinational invastion force which would even at full forces require help anyway. By sacrificing direct control over a portion of our offensive forces we expect that the force can be used to defend our allies who are in need while not hindering our own defense, thus making it more likely the the force may never need to be ordered back to Tidan and may remain in defense of those who truely need it."

He took a quick look around the room.

"As you know Tidani sailors have been studying at many of your naval academies for some time, with great sucess I might add, and our own academy's faculty is now made up of graduates from all over the alliance. We feel our sailors are prime candidates to excel in a multinational fleet."

Here he sat down to see if any questions should arise from his offer.

"The Socialist Republic is happy to assist in the staffing of the Modular Fleet," Manson says, making his best attempt at a pleasant smile, which doesn't suit him in the least. "With the permission of the appropriate alliance authorities, the Triumvirate will begin offering its officers the opportunity to volunteer for training and service in the Modular Fleet."

"I think it's important that the Modular Fleet be staffed as diversely as possible," Hannelore adds. "The Tidani offer is generous, but if this is to truly be a joint fleet, no one nation should hold a majority of the command or crew positions. The more members are involved, the less vulnerable the Modular Fleet will be to nationalist bias."

"How about we strive towards an equal percentage of nationals to each ship? It won't be set in stone, since each nation will put forth different numbers of crew, but it should help in reaching a standard." Yanosuke said.

The aliens had gone straight to the 'mother ship'. It was a while before they came out. Perhaps an argument had occurred...

The ship landed once again in the great field, and the creatures come out once again, with the small, gray, box. Moving towards the 'head' of the other delegation, the leader drops the box by its feet.

Mbutu then nodded, hearing the varied solutions, and said, "I believe Senator Masaki has a point. While the Tidani offer is generous, this is a multinational operation, and we must not it be dominated by one group. I believe the percentages should be as equal as possible, if not fixed in strictly equal proportions. But how to do this?"

The aliens had gone straight to the 'mother ship'. It was a while before they came out. Perhaps an argument had occurred...

The ship landed once again in the great field, and the creatures come out once again, with the small, gray, box. Moving towards the 'head' of the other delegation, the leader drops the box by its feet.

Cara looked questioningly at the creatures and made an opening gesture with her head as if asking if they wanted her to open the box.
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Mbutu then nodded, hearing the varied solutions, and said, "I believe Senator Masaki has a point. While the Tidani offer is generous, this is a multinational operation, and we must not it be dominated by one group. I believe the percentages should be as equal as possible, if not fixed in strictly equal proportions. But how to do this?"

Dusanyu shrugged his shoulders nonchallantly. "It could be as simple as taking a fixed percentage from every nations military force. That way no nation is burdened more so than others and the larger nations supply more soldiers than say the smaller, more fragile ones. Plus it would ensure that no military is overly taxed if that particular armed force is small to begin with."

Dusanyu shrugged his shoulders nonchallantly. "It could be as simple as taking a fixed percentage from every nations military force. That way no nation is burdened more so than others and the larger nations supply more soldiers than say the smaller, more fragile ones. Plus it would ensure that no military is overly taxed if that particular armed force is small to begin with."

Mbutu then said, "For a percentage, perhaps we could try 2% of national navies. I am willing to settle for more, though generally, the percentage should not be too large."

They just look confused. You can't see any hinges or anything to open the box, but you do see an indent on the top.

Cara looks at them then back at the box. Deciding that there was probably nothing harmful about it, the Mord-Sith reached down and picked up the box. She scanned it thoroughly gliding her fingers over it and fingering the indentation.

"Ask them what in the name of the Spirits am I supposed to do with the thing."

You are surprised, when, as soon as you touch the indentation, a holographic image appears in the air in front of you. There seems to be about fifty words, each in a different language.

You don't recognize any of them offhand, although...

"I suspect the inclusion of Scourge forces with the rest of your militaries might prove problematic. The issues involved in the sustaining of an Undead force, and the state that such beings emerge in, are often disconcerting to the living" A cold sound that could very well be laughter echoes from within Kel'thuzad's skull, his hand extended to brush at the air.

"Any multinational fleet would have to address the needs of all races within it."

Cara looks at the writing and figures this needs to be brought back inside to the main chamber where more people will likely be able to decipher it. Plus there were archives available on languages throughout the galaxy for references.

Cara waves them all to follow her back inside.
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"Perhaps and perhaps not. Some of us are accustomed to strange appearances and occurances. Still, maybe Scourge forces could be used as a naval military force to repel boarders. In that regards, facilities for your undead can be kept away from the bulk of the crew and the Scourge would only need be called upon in the event of hostile boarders."

"Integration should be implemented to the greatest extent practical, but pushing the issue to the point where the Modular Fleet becomes less effective as a result will defeat the whole purpose," Hannelore declares. "I know there are certain groups among our diverse peoples that can't serve on the same ships for practical reasons; radically different survival needs is certainly a valid excuse. Still, this should be more than just a joint military effort; the regular Joint Forces pool our armed forces. The Modular Fleet should promote a greater understanding and appreciation among those who serve in it for the other societies of the GFFA. If you ask me, it's a great opportunity for cultural exchange."

They follow you back inside.

Mbutu nodded. The arguments between both sides put up a very valid point, something he had never really quite considered in the formation of the fleet. After all, one of their nations was a force of what were, in quintessence, zombies.

He piped in with, "Granted, there are a great variety of peoples in our alliance, some of which have special needs. But, there is a cultural value to this, one that can build trust and solidarity along with a common defense. I say then, we should pursue a policy of integration, but with accomidations for various sentient species as far as practically possible."

They follow you back inside.

Junko also goes inside, if anything, to settle this matter. This will prove interesting....

Cara enters the chambers once more and sets the box down on the large table.

"Mother Confessor, I have need of the machines to decipher this."

Kahlan smiled when she looked at the screen of a foreign language. The "machine" she had asked for was nothing more than an Abh scanner and data crystal to track through countless logges of alien encounters and their numerous dialects. It was an attempt to try and analyze something to breach this language barrier.

The woman in the white dress sets the scanner down along with its corresponding data crystal and allows the machine to go to work.

After a few minutes, it finds a match. A trader race, called the Illunik, that vanished about 25 years ago.

"This is certainly interesting." Kahlan grabbed a datapad and began downloading the language parameters from the crystal into the datapad.

She sat herself down and began typing out a simple message which was firstly in Galactic Standard but the datacrystal would translate it into the tongue of the Illunik. Kahlan turned the screen around for the ambassadors to see. It simply said:

Do you understand?

The leader responds in the same tongue. It works!


Interesting.

Finally a break through had been made with the language barrier. Now it seemed that the long toil with endless gestures and theatrics to signify meaning and words, had finally come to fruition.

Kahlan spun the pad back around to type out another message that was quickly translated.

My name is Kahlan Amnell of D'Hara. I would like to welcome you to the People's Palace on D'Hara and the greater Abh Empire. Thank you for attending this diplomatic summit.

While Kahlan gave the pad over to the ambassador, she had a few of the servants fetch more of the glass pads to be dispensed to the rest attending.

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Dusanyu nodded his head with Hannelore's words. "I agree. I doubt there is any reason why anyone should be excluded from this operation. Ultimatly it should cultivate a greater understanding for one another and give them all something to fight for."

"How heartwarming," the Xanthalian Senator says, clearly unmoved. "Is there anything else someone wants to discuss?"

"How heartwarming," the Xanthalian Senator says boredly. "Is there anything else someone wants to discuss?"

Mbutu sighs quietly. "If you wanna be bored, do it less obviously," he thinks to himself, reflecting on Manson's act. The man grated on Mbutu a lot, and now was no exception.

Carla then raised her hand, saying: "Well, I can say then the appropriate papers will be drafted to implement these measures soon enough. As for other ideas....why not talk about methods of cultural exchange? Or ways to bolster our membership?"

Finally a break through had been made with the language barrier. Now it seemed that the long toil with endless gestures and theatrics to signify meaning and words, had finally come to fruition.

Kahlan spun the pad back around to type out another message that was quickly translated.

My name is Kahlan Amnell of D'Hara. I would like to welcome you to the People's Palace on D'Hara and the greater Abh Empire. Thank you for attending this diplomatic summit.

While Kahlan gave the pad over to the ambassador, she had a few of the servants fetch more of the glass pads to be dispensed to the rest attending.

Junko received a pad, and looked it over. Finally, a way to communicate with these damnable aliens and their mysterious ways....after studying the basic lexicon for a few moments, she then writes a message in Dornalian English, which is translated into Illunik:

"Hello. My name is Junko Tadanobu, Grand Sensei of the People's Acolytes of New Dornalia. And I am also glad to welcome you to this conference."

She then shows the message to the ambassador.

We gladly receive your hospitality, although we did not know this was a diplomaatic summit. When we received the traansmission, we had no idea what it meant. But... How did you know the Illinuuk?

You cannot read their facial expressions, but they seem tense.

"We could focus attention on the weaker nations and nations undergoing crisis. When faced with the might of Imperial 'diplomacy' these nations are unlikely to defy their demands and if they do are unlikely to resist for long. We can see this in action currently the crisis around the Reformed CIS. If we can bolster our image and presence with these nations we could possibly cut off a venue of Imperial growth, increase our own numbers, and potentially save these people from a future of darkness. Perhaps we could create an Aid Organization that could help nations like this get off their feet, become less likely to become a target to tyranny, and raise our image in the galaxy."

"We could focus attention on the weaker nations and nations undergoing crisis...Perhaps we could create an Aid Organization that could help nations like this get off their feet, become less likely to become a target to tyranny, and raise our image in the galaxy."

Carla nods, noting the Tidani. He seems to share Carla's opinion about humanitarian aid, though she knows the part about the Imperials is contentious here. She has to navigate this carefully.

She then pipes in, smiling, "An Aid Organization would be great; after all it was stated earlier in the meeting it would be good if we also focused on humanitarian concerns. Such concerns do include assisting nations undergoing civil war or other kinds of instabilities, such as famine or need to rebuild. Perhaps it could be funded by the GFFA membership via voluntary contributions?"

Manson nods. "As long as it does not put the Federation in the Empire's crosshairs, I fully support providing whatever aid we reasonably can to developing countries and other potential allies."

"It sounds like a fine proposal to me," Hannelore agrees.

Kerain subtly sighed realizing his mistake. "I don't suggest we provoke the Empire in this endeavor, unless the situation demands it, but to deny our competition with them in this area would be foolish. Where we offer choice they demand submission, and when given both options a small or weakened nation will likely choose fear. All I suggest is we slow this trend, part of my humanitarianism is the belief that self-determination is as basic as food and water. I appologise for bringing up the Empire again, I did not wish to reignite the argument here." He then bowed and returned to his seat.

"I agree with our noble brothers. We cannot afford to provoke the dragon at this time. While others would doubtless clamour for the chance to stand toe to toe with the Empire." A glance from those flickering cold eyes drifted across the the Coredian and Abh delegates, a cruel smile appearing, etched in the bone of the Lich's jaw.

"The Lich King does not condemn his servants so easily to oblivion. We survived the Legion, we have survived secession and insurgence. We will not be dragged into war when our grasp upon our worlds is only now becoming as steel.

There are other worlds that yet need the enlightenment that the Lich King offers. Immortality, power, glory for eternity. Other worlds that must be seeded....Harvested...And scourged."

Carla then nodded, listening to all the arguments and then saying, "Well, the important thing is that this Aid Organization is for humanitarian purposes and to win hearts and minds. Whether this involves going toe-to-toe with the Imperials is another matter, suitable for discussion on a case on case basis."

We gladly receive your hospitality, although we did not know this was a diplomaatic summit. When we received the traansmission, we had no idea what it meant. But... How did you know the Illinuuk?

You cannot read their facial expressions, but they seem tense.

Kahlan read the message quickly then went back to work. She did not know the race herself but could well guess how the Abh came to know them.

The Abh Empire is not simply a military power but it also values business. I can only assume that the Abh conducted business with the Illinuuk at some point in their history. Beyond that, I cannot say.
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Dusanyu shot the D'Haran general next to him a small smile. The Lich were always ones for theatrics. The Abriel truly loved it as it almost reminded him of several Abh families. Still, he had to let out a sigh as he thought the matters of giving aid to underdeveloped nations had already been put to rest.

"Whatever aid is given to other worlds not within the Federation has already been agreed to be humanitarian only. The Lich King will not have to fret over sacrificing his servants for little or no gain."

"Nor shall he ever." Kel'thuzad hissed lightly. A hand passing over the fluttering robes that moved upon invisible ethereal winds. "The Scourge has much to bring to these tables, much to offer in service of the Federation.

But we have known war, Abh. We have known war as slaves, and war as free agents of a glorious new power. He finds himself compelled to ensure that war is undertaken only at his discretion. We do not approve of hotter heads leading us into war, espionage or omission.

The debacle that ensued in these...Colonies, shows merely that the Federation's aid is either directly military, or decidedly lacking. How many languish because not enough was said? Or because not enough was done?

Too often, we are drawn into conflict, the hand of the Federation and its members almost forced by the actions of a few. Such as the Coredians, the Abh, the former Seaquestrians.

You assure us of your noble intent, but it remains to see how long we can go without antagonising the Empire, or ending the wretched example of war that we endure with the Union." He clenched a hand, bone against bone, as he spoke, watching them with his glowing eyes.

He had said what had to be said, done what needed to be done, his Master would be pleased.

"Charming," Manson says, watching Kel'thuzad dubiously. "We seem to have drifted from the topic. Consul Baileygates suggested we discuss methods of recruiting new members. That is an issue that could determine the future of the alliance and should be addressed."

They visibly relax.

Ah, then you were not allies of any sort?

"Do not fret master Lich, the benevolance of the Abh Empire will protect even you from the ESUS or the Galactic Empire should they become so bold as to attack the Galactic Federation.

I do not doubt that you know war, just awaiting the moment your prowess in battle will be displayed."

The Abriel moved his attention to the Senator then. "Humanitarian aid to other nations can constitute as handling one part of the membership issue. Winning the wars that we fight would also be a plus. Do you, or anyone else, have any proposals to increase membership?"

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Not that I am aware of. The Abh and Illinuuk were merely business partners at one time. The name Illinuuk seems to bother you. Do you have a violent history with that people?

"If I had a suggestion, I would have voiced it by now," the Xanthalian Senator retorts. Hannelore rubs her temples, attempting to relieve a growing headache. With a personality like Joshua's in the Senate, it's no wonder so many in the GFFA have a negative impression of Xanthal.

Kerain waited to see if anyone else would speak. There was a long pause which he hesitated to fill. A thought had occured to him, and frankly he didn't like it much at first taste, but when considering options silence is the enemy. "Perhaps we could seek closer relations with some of the other alliances out there. Independants may be more interested if they gain benefitial ties with not only our members but multiple others. Unfortunately I don't have any suggestions for who we could ally with, but one never knows when a bad idea is just what is needed."

Kerain waited to see if anyone else would speak. There was a long pause which he hesitated to fill. A thought had occured to him, and frankly he didn't like it much at first taste, but when considering options silence is the enemy. "Perhaps we could seek closer relations with some of the other alliances out there. Independants may be more interested if they gain benefitial ties with not only our members but multiple others. Unfortunately I don't have any suggestions for who we could ally with, but one never knows when a bad idea is just what is needed."

Carla also spoke up; with an awkward silence brewing under her watch, and only one other person talking and another getting a headache...it was time to talk.

"Well, I also believe that it is important to be the first to make first contact with new nations that enter the intergalactic arena. Therefore, it should be up to either individual members or a designated, rotating committee to watch for when new nations appear and thus make first contact with new species and get them to join us ultimately."

The alien grunts softly.

I suppose you could say that. It ended with us reducing their planets to molten slag. By now, of course, they're prime living areas. Nothing but shallow lakes and flat plains, except for the oceans.

The alien pauses for a second, trying to measure your reaction.

War is total, and every resource at ones disposal should be used. You completely destroy the enemy before the enemy completely destroys you.

This all strikes you as fairly odd, as from the brief amount of information you received, they were a peaceful race.

"Well, I also believe that it is important to be the first to make first contact with new nations that enter the intergalactic arena. Therefore, it should be up to either individual members or a designated, rotating committee to watch for when new nations appear and thus make first contact with new species and get them to join us ultimately."

"I believe that would be what the position of the Head of Diplomacy and Intelligence was created for. Still, it would not be unwise to expand the office to include more diplomats from other nations so as to better handle a galactic arena."

The alien grunts softly.

I suppose you could say that. It ended with us reducing their planets to molten slag. By now, of course, they're prime living areas. Nothing but shallow lakes and flat plains, except for the oceans.

The alien pauses for a second, trying to measure your reaction.

War is total, and every resource at ones disposal should be used. You completely destroy the enemy before the enemy completely destroys you.

This all strikes you as fairly odd, as from the brief amount of information you received, they were a peaceful race.

Kahlan takes a moment to read the messages. She is not totally surprised by the aggressive response. Peaceful races often responded with the most force when aggrevated and total destruction was not outside of the Abh's playbook for warfare as she had come to know from her husband's enlightenment.

I see. Your tactics are not unheard of in the universe. What is it that drives you now, now that the Illinuuk are gone?

OOC: Er... I meant that the Illinuuk were peaceful. You don't know much at all of the new race.

Our goal is to survive. And we will take any means necessary in order to do so.

"Do not fret master Lich, the benevolance of the Abh Empire will protect even you from the ESUS or the Galactic Empire should they become so bold as to attack the Galactic Federation.

I do not doubt that you know war, just awaiting the moment your prowess in battle will be displayed."

The Abriel moved his attention to the Senator then. "Humanitarian aid to other nations can constitute as handling one part of the membership issue. Winning the wars that we fight would also be a plus. Do you, or anyone else, have any proposals to increase membership?"

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Not that I am aware of. The Abh and Illinuuk were merely business partners at one time. The name Illinuuk seems to bother you. Do you have a violent history with that people?

"You would insult our skill, Abriel? You would insult us here under the banner of peace and call us cowards? Better to bide ones time for when war is truly needed, than to rush in to half-hearted and futile endeavors. We do not waste what little we have, like you or the Coredians!

We do not curry the hatred of others towards ourselves and our alliance. Our expansion is slow, but crucial. Perhaps I ought to educate you as to patience, before you dare to slander us so. Filth"

Were he able, he would have spat upon the living filth, this degenerate who thought to mock the might of the Scourge.

"Every foe who falls adds to our ranks, and to our understanding of the universe, and as we gain insight through interaction I begin to see that you mistake caution for cowardice and distaste for dissent.

I will not countenance your arrogance, nor your supposition."

"Gentlemen!" the Praetor raises her voice over the Lich King's rebuttal. "Lord Kel'thuzad, nobody here questions the skill of your hoards in battle. Lord Dusanyu was merely affirming the Abh's commitment to support its allies. Abriel, please choose your words more cautiously. I know relations with the Galactic Empire is a contentious issue here, but let's not forget we're all ultimately in the same boat. What helps the GFFA helps us all, what hurts it hurts us all. There are important decisions to be made about how our alliance will relate to the Empire, but right now we're trying to discuss other matters."

"It is not my Legions that he insults, but the very legions of the Lich King! He insults the calibre of our warriors, and should indeed chose his words more carefully. Simply because we do not dance to the fools tune on all things, does not mean I come here to be insulted." A snarl crossed his skeletal face, twisted with annoyance, cold winds fluttering about his robes, ice dancing about his shimmering form.

"An apology for his insolence, and I will continue in these discussions. I do not serve my Lord in order to be insulted by those we are supposed to call ally. I do not come here offering his mercy and his power, only to be accused of weakness and cowardice."

OOC: Er... I meant that the Illinuuk were peaceful. You don't know much at all of the new race.

Our goal is to survive. And we will take any means necessary in order to do so.

OOC: My mistake.

IC:

Kahlan leaned back in her chair for a moment before replying. It appeared to be a loaded statement but she had to remember that not all races spoke with similar meanings.

Then perhaps you have come to the right planet. We here are all allies of some sort or another. We protect one another and seek to encourage economic growth amongst our nations. Does this sound like something that would interest you in your quest to survive?

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"Of course of course. You are correct. The issue with the Empire will be dealt with by the Coredians and perhaps the Abh if the occasion arises. The assistance of the alliance is not required nor requested. One war is more than enough at the moment. The statement was merely in regards to the one war that the alliance is in. If you believe that I referred to you fighting the Galactic Empire, then I apologize.

I simply referred to the Extra Solar Union."

"Ah yes, the Union. I'm amazed you remembered that we were fighting them at all, since you seem more focussed on putting a knife through the ribs of the Empire. Bears, Abriel, do not appreciate gnats gnawing at their flesh. Nor bees pricking them with ineffective stings.

Often they then rip apart the hive, regardless of the others intent. I simply caution you. If you cannot keep your mouth shut in the presence of allies, and your opinions to yourself, what hope have you of fending off two alliances?

If my people can be called to account, by all means I can call you fool."

Sighing as if it out of boredom, Dusanyu crossed his legs and allowed his head to rest on his fist. "Yes the Union. If you had not been so occupied with your pride and self-preservation, you would have heard that I've mentioned the Union a number of times already. You may say what you will, we do not take offense as easily as other races do and that is your freedom.

But please in the future of these discussions, please do try to pay attention and keep up so that there are no more misunderstandings."

"Oh I will, so I can be more receptive to the insults you lavish on your allies. I wonder how much attention you paid to the Colonies before they were subsumed. Or are we only here to talk about my lapses in judgement?

So far all I see in the association of the Abh with parties to defeat the Empire, who aren't even our true enemy at this juncture, is the subsuming of another sovereign power, much like Asfaltum. You may not take offense as easily as others, but you certainly fail as often as any common race."

He smirks, reclining in his seat. "Regardless, my feelings have been made clear, as has my distaste for your practices and arrogance in dealing with others. I don't think I must trouble the gathering any further with opinions that will be expressed far more keenly at later dates.

You will come to realise your mistake in underestimating us. I can assure you of that."

Dusanyu tilted his head and smiled. "I hope you are right."

Hannelore sighs openly, placing her hands on the table. "Excuse the interruption, but if you two want to have a battle of word and wit, I wish you'd do it on your own time. I'd like to ask whether anyone has something productive to discuss. We're here to build bridges, not burn them."

At this point, Carla sighs and cries out, nearly slamming her fist on the table before catching herself, "Okay, that's enough!"

Continuing her anger streak, Carla then begins to call for peace in her own way, saying, "I mean, this tit-for-tat game is getting annoying. If you have issues, take them out of here because we are trying to conduct business--as the Praetor so gently pointed out. And frankly, this interruption is becoming rather unwelcome."

Annoyed, she then continues with, "Now, can we continue? I'd personally like to discuss how the GFFA is going to handle the rights of Force users and psykers. What do you think?"

Kerain couldn't agree more, and nodded at Carla's call for restraint.

He didn't like the Empire one bit, but was not keen on fighting two enemies either. Still he couldn't help wanting to support the Abh in some way, Tidan was closer with the Abh than any of their other allies. He knew that an enemy like the Empire doesn't need excuses for war, and like with most enemies the only way to fight a war was on your terms. To let the enemy dictate was to tie one's hands. Kerain knew his place though, and kept silent. Neither the Abh or the Scourge needed his help to be justified.

He then turned his thoughts to the issue Carla had tabled.

"Tidan has had few of either in the past, however, by the gifts of Nav our Shield Knights have begun exhibiting miraculous powers since our arrival in the Ti system. To cope politically and legislatively I have ordered that no being can be denied their rights based on their genetic makeup, this includes mutations that lead to such powers. Regarding their potential danger compared to average citizens, it is true that this is a controvercial issue however our legal system still retains all its powers over all people and the Shield of Nav is dedicated to the protection of all, and they are more than capable of dealing with dangerous offenders.

"I don't see any reason for the alliance to enact restrictive measures against these people as a group. If the problem lies in enforcement then perhaps creating a branch of law enforcement capable of handling them is necessary."

"I don't see any reason for the alliance to enact restrictive measures against these people as a group. If the problem lies in enforcement then perhaps creating a branch of law enforcement capable of handling them is necessary."

Carla then said, nodding, "Well, I didn't wish for the restriction of psykers and Force users. Being I am from a nation where they are not only plentiful, but also have some strength and value I am not inclined to support any especially anti-psyker measures anytime soon. If you need an example, just thnk back to my colleague Junko.

I support rather, a pan-GFFA measure endorsing their right to exist. However, should some go rogue, then we can have various members enforce the laws against them, either by a collective organization or individually."

"We respect the right of individual countries to determine their laws regulating magic use and users as they see fit," Manson cuts in, glad to be in the thick of things again. He was beginning to feel a little left out while the Abriel and Lich were fighting. "It is the firm belief of the Triumvirate that all people deserve equal protection under the law, but the Socialist Republic also recognizes that such power which cannot be defined in physical terms presents a potential threat to certain societies and should be controlled accordingly. The government and people of a particular society rather than the Galactic Federation are best equipped to make a determination if and what regulation is necessary."

Carla then nodded, but said only, "So then we'll just let members handle enforcement and creation of laws regarding psykers, then. The GFFA, meanwhile, will merely serve to recognize their existence and make the public aware of them. It will only make a law if its needed. Anybody else have an opinion?"

The Lithijir ponder for a bit, before answering.

If you would be so willing as to tell us the arguments of this region? We are only now coming out of a time of long isolation.

Senator Masaki mused over the arguments between the Lich and the Abh. Reminds me of a couple of Padawans, mark my words.

He was silently relieved when Carla yelled out for them to basically shut up and moved on to the next part of the agenda. "As you know, Coreworlds has an extensive Jedi Order that polices the supernatural and our own Knights. If a Jedi or Shinobi goes rogue, we believe in fighting for the rogue's redemption, to bring them back to the light side, so to speak. Only as a last resort do we permanently remove him or her as a threat to public safety, but it has happened. Aside from that, we Coredians have been subjected to purges before and are very leery of any legislation that seeks to control those gifted with supernatural powers. After all, it could very easily become a slippery slope to pogroms and the like. As such, I will agree with Carla that the GFFA recognize their existance and leave it up to members to police them as they see fit. Public awareness is a must as well, to reduce rumors and superstition."

The Lithijir ponder for a bit, before answering.

If you would be so willing as to tell us the arguments of this region? We are only now coming out of a time of long isolation.

Kahlan thinks for a moment. There must have been a mistake in the translation.

Arguments of this region? I am not sure I understand but I can explain the Abh Empire and the alliance we belong to if that is what you like.
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"I agree. They have a right to exist as much as any other race though, does any nation here label such group on their IDs?"

"I agree. They have a right to exist as much as any other race though, does any nation here label such group on their IDs?"

Carla looked at the Abh, and then raised her eyebrow. Then, with some incredulousness, she said, "No. As far as I know, we do not require Dornalian psykers/Force users to register themselves as such on documentation such as territorial drivers' licenses and National Care IDs. We only require it on our annual census."

The alien looks dumbfounded, and begins to consult with the two lesser diplomats in a very deep, very smooth language. It seems to have frequent pauses, but it might just be that the sound is going deeper than you can hear.

After a minute or so, it responds.

I believe you call them politics?

"Xanthal does register all mages within its borders so that they can be properly monitored by law enforcers," Joshua states. "Those that wish to use magic in Xanthal must complete special training and certification. Those that have completed said programs can be identified by a mark on their identification cards, which liscenses them to use magic within the boundaries of the law."

Senator Yano Masaki pulled out his wallet and opened it to a see-through ID pouch with a card denoting him as a Master of the Order, similar to one carried by the American FBI. "Our ID system grants equivalency to a national law enforcement agency for investigative purposes on Jedi of Knight rank or higher. It also cuts down on the need to announce a Jedi's presence with a lightsaber. Too flashy, in my opinion. A Padawan gets a similar ID Card, but he doesn't get the responsibilities until he's completed his Trials."

Carla was amazed at these things. Registry for both the Xanthalians and the Coredians? She had heard of Xanthal's policy on psykers (she hated the term "mage"--it sounded so primitive), but never knew about the Coredians. Then again, she didn't say anything about that.

She then said, with a laugh, "Speaking as a New Dornalian then, it seems that we are either much more libertarian on the subject or simply more irresponsible. Besides, the Acolytes usually handle such responsibilities in New Dornalia--they are, after all, our primary organization for details like registration, policing psykers who go rogue, and dealing with their own who go rogue. Still, it is enlightening to hear Coredian and Xanthalian version of psyker policing--it has given me a few ideas."

"Within the forces of the Lich King, supernatural and esoteric abilities are seen to be our existing cadres of Battle Mages, Necromancers and Liches, moderated through various educational institutions such as the Royal Apothecary Society, the Scholomance and various facets of the Cult of the Damned.

It is these organisations that supervise the spread of anything from magical and psionic arts, to the introduction and management of the Blight Plague, and the ensuing Undead transformations. Suffice to say, that the situations within our worlds is secure, while advanced training is ongoing.

Only one who has mastered the arts of the Shadow, tasted the power of the Lich King, can eventually become as I, his most able Servant." Kel'thuzad let his head bow, as though in reverence, as though each morbidly fascinating subject he had mercifully skimmed over were some divinely blessed vocation.

The alien looks dumbfounded, and begins to consult with the two lesser diplomats in a very deep, very smooth language. It seems to have frequent pauses, but it might just be that the sound is going deeper than you can hear.

After a minute or so, it responds.

I believe you call them politics?

The new translation was much clearer to Kahlan now.

It would be a long discussion to delve into the politics of the Abh Empire but I believe I can summarize enough so that you have a general idea. Within the confines of the Abh Empire, the Abh are the ruling class and only the Abriels among their race are heirs to the throne. An heir to the throne is typically chosen by his or her military record and their ability to lead in all state of affairs including business. From their space city of Lakfakallae, they rule the multiple star systems in this area. Any person that lives on land who wishes to be considered an Abh must serve ten years within Star Forces.

For their politics concerning our worlds, they do not get involved unless aid is requested. Each planet is free to decide who and how their planet will be governed. The only stipulation is that no one can own a space craft capable of traveling faster than light. I guess you could say their politics is that they have no real politics.

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"Interesting. That will be something I will have our border controls check into in the near future. However it seems that we are on the low end of the otherwise magically inclined with less than a handful of Force users and the sole residents of the magically adept is this palace. The emperor of this planet's home infact.

I find the difference interesting. Perhaps genetic art will lead to more fascinating differences."

"Xanthal has very few mages," Manson adds. "A small fraction of one percent of its total population is known to have magical abilities."

"Xanthal has very few mages," Manson adds. "A small fraction of one percent of its total population is known to have magical abilities."

Carla winced at the references to the Force and other such abilities, as "Magic." Made it sound like Force users and psykers were funny old men in wizard hats.....

She then said, "Fascinating. But I was thinking about something. As part of our initiative to make people aware of the existence of psykers and Force users, perhaps we can say they are not magical? To equate these talents with magic seems awfully loaded, primitive, and even stereotypical. Telekenesis, pyrokenesis and heightened combat senses are not the same as making a rabbit come out of your hat, or any such parlor trick."

Senator Yano smiled. "That's a rather stereotypical image of magic, Carla. Just the other day, a little girl called me an old wizard. I wanted to correct her, but I laughed too hard and thought about it for a minute. People are going to consider us magicians no matter what we say otherwise. The supernatural is the supernatural, after all."

"'Parlor tricks,' as you call them, are not magic. They can be explained in purely physical terms;" Manson adds his piece to Yano's. "In Mirfakan, the word 'id' refers to anything that is scientifically inexplicable. The accepted translation of that term is 'magic.'"

"'Parlor tricks,' as you call them, are not magic. They can be explained in purely physical terms;" Manson adds his piece to Yano's. "In Mirfakan, the word 'id' refers to anything that is scientifically inexplicable. The accepted translation of that term is 'magic.'"

Carla nodded, taking in the explanation. So that's where it all came from... She then raised a finger, and then said, "If I may, Senator? New Dornalia has actually been doing research on so-called 'magic' since the founding of the Acolytes. If anything, it helps keep the skeptics away. My point here though, is that I meant was psykic powers should not be regarded with suspicion, rather they are to be understood and regulated. Emphasis on Understood."

"I agree," Manson says, "but magic users can commit crimes in a manner that leaves little or no tracable evidence. While we know mages are not more likely to be criminals, law enforcers must watch all of them closely if they are to identify and catch those who do violate the law. Every effort is made to lessen the burden this places on mages, but the unfortunate reality is that they must be subject to additional scrutiny for the protection of the general public. Mages in Xanthal accept this burden as a part of their duty to the state and its people."

"I agree," Manson says, "but magic users can commit crimes in a manner that leaves little or no tracable evidence. While we know mages are not more likely to be criminals, law enforcers must watch all of them closely if they are to identify and catch those who do violate the law. Every effort is made to lessen the burden this places on mages, but the unfortunate reality is that they must be subject to additional scrutiny for the protection of the general public. Mages in Xanthal accept this burden as a part of their duty to the state and its people."

Carla only nodded. This conversation had actually gone quite in a different direction from her original call to rescind the title "mage" or "magician." Perhaps that was impossible. After all, Senator Masaki noted that old attitudes died hard. So, she then said, "I see your point. Psykers can more easily commit crimes, by virtue of their powers. But, like you say, they aren't any more inclined to crime like the next person. Just one thing--how can your regular, non-psychic policemen hunt those that are psychic? Even with registration and the law, I am sure their powers would make their capture all the more difficult. That's why we let psykers like the Acolytes police their own..."

"The KGB does employ mages, of course, but Xanthal is a very orderly country. Our police don't face the rampant crime and violence found in less civilized nations. Fugitives are rare, and they don't last long running from the law."

"Alright, I think Madame Consul gets the point," Yates says with a tired wave of her hand. "You know," she begins thoughtfully, then pauses and shrugs, using her outstretched hand to scratch the back of her head, smiling sheepishly. "Well, never mind. Let's just move on, shall we?"

"Alright, I think Madame Consul gets the point," Yates says with a tired wave of her hand. "You know," she begins thoughtfully, then pauses and shrugs, using her outstretched hand to scratch the back of her head, smiling sheepishly. "Well, never mind. Let's just move on, shall we?"

Taken aback by the candor of Manson, Carla raises an eyebrow throughout his entire speech, twitching her fingers nervously. The fact that New Dornalia itself is very orderly as well must not be apparent to him, but alas, as the Praetor said, it is time to move on.

Nodding at Yates, she then says, turning to Manson: "Right. Let's move on." She then emphasizes, making her feelings known: "After all, none of the people present are uncivilized nations, Senator. The term itself is an oxymoron."

"Then if the discussion about magic and the force is finished, then I believe General Meiffert would like to address everyone."

Speaking up for the first time since everyone had arrived, the large D'Haran soldier stood and begin passing around a folder containing a few slips of paper. Most of them appeared to be military details pertaining to ground troops such as specifications for armor, weapons, and vehicles.

"As the Galactic Federation looks at building a unified space fleet, I would also like everyone present to take the liberty of considering our ground forces. From what I am aware of it is loosely assembled mish-mash of soldiers. Nothing appears to be standardized in our military. I would like the Alliance to consider the possibility supply our troops with standard weapons, body armor, and ground vehicles for use on campaigns. Finding parts and ammunition for such a variety of components is going to be a logistical nightmare if they are thrown into battle. I may ask too much but it may also be prudent for the Alliance to consider building a few military factories devoted to this cause.

At the least I feel that we should supply our soldiers with solid hardware that any of your military commanders would approve of. Besides, these troops are yours as well and it is my job to make sure they are well prepared and supplied."

Manson is ready with a retort, but gives up the last word when Meiffert changes the subject. Instead he shifts to the new topic. "The equipment of Nahbule soldiers meets extremely high standards. The Triumvirate will not accept any standardization that compromises the effectiveness or safety of our soldiers."

Carla raises her hand, and goes, "I agree. Standardization would help ward off potential supply problems in future combined operations. The main issue would be standardizing so all members recieve high quality equipment, and are bettered by the move as a whole."

"We are very happy with the equipment we currently carry. The tools of war are very important to Tidani. If we are satisfied with the replacement equipment chosen we can consider this. We would like to be a part of the selection committee."

The Novaens which had been there, but quiet in the corner absorbing what was being said finally spoke up...

"What we need is inter-operable systems... Unity through diversity... A standardised GFFA armour would not be suitable for us nor for anyone else with non-human anatomy. Though for in-battle communication systems and other such systems it would be folly for them not to be at least compatible."

I see. That will help with the decision, but I was thinking international politics.

You notice the two aliens at the far back, the rhino sized ones, are extremely tense.

Dusanyu smirks slightly as the General tries to take another approach. It was as he was trying to stress. Everyone was happy to stick with their own equipment but at least he was making progress and getting them all to start thinking like a unified military. "I understand that you are all quite happy with your current equipment. My concern is that our troops will be stuck waiting for supply vessels from each and every nation to reach the battlefront. Yes I understand that our armor should not be restricted for bipedal organisms but accomodations for each and every race can be made as seen fit.

Now so that everything meets the approval of your governments and your military advisers, every nation will be a part of the selection committee as this effects all of your soldiers. I and my staff will begin working on a number of possible armor selections that can be passed by all of you. From there you may pick which ever one meets your standards and you will be free to make suggestions for improvements. Will this meet to your satisfactions?"

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Kahlan smiled then went back to typing at her console.

The Abh Empire is militarilistic but only to protect space. They view the stars and space as their home and try to keep it safe. However, their interests with other nations lay mostly in economical interests. Our merchants travel all over the universe to interact with foreign businesses and merchants. Most likely this is how they came into contact with the Illinuuk.

The alien makes a short grunting noise. Perhaps it's laughter, but you can't really tell.

You misunderstand me. Who are the major nations? How do the feel about others? So far, we have had no contact in this area of space besides the Ilinuuk, and any that still survive are not on their homeworlds.

Now so that everything meets the approval of your governments and your military advisers, every nation will be a part of the selection committee as this effects all of your soldiers. I and my staff will begin working on a number of possible armor selections that can be passed by all of you. From there you may pick which ever one meets your standards and you will be free to make suggestions for improvements. Will this meet to your satisfactions?"

Carla nods--she does a lot of nodding at this summit, and in this case it's warranted. The Dornalians have armor already--shield steel and the Kurosawa series of powered armor suits--but the Abh seem to have a good idea at least. Let the people pick their parts, so to speak, so everybody can go home happy. Well, maybe except the Xanthalians, but everybody else.

She then says, "I personally favor standardization--equitable standardization again that benefits all military forces---so I think that's a splendid idea. I'd be happy to have New Dornalians on a selection committee for standardization, if only to ensure that New Dornalia gets only what benefits it, and nothing else."

"Agreed," Manson says simply.

The alien makes a short grunting noise. Perhaps it's laughter, but you can't really tell.

You misunderstand me. Who are the major nations? How do the feel about others? So far, we have had no contact in this area of space besides the Ilinuuk, and any that still survive are not on their homeworlds.

Kahlan was getting slightly tired of the broad questions be asked of her but she assumed it was a difference in society.

There are a great many nations in space and naming them all would take me days. However if you would like reports on the nations that we have had contact with, then we can provide you with downloads so that you may study them at your own time.
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Progress, it was a beautiful thing. General Meiffert even mused that he might make something of this job and his soldiers before he was replaced in office.

"That's all good to hear. I will have my team members getting to work on blue prints for armor suits to be ready to put before the committee. Those of you that have a vested interest, please feel free to submit details that you feel are crucial to your soldiers' well-being. If there are no more objections to that then I would like to discuss the basic weapon of our infantry so that we can again standardize parts and ammunition. This too will go before the committee for them to approve. Again we are taking suggestions for these weapons. Any questions?"

Ah, then there were more nations than we suspected. In our corner of the universe, we have but a few large nations who retain independence. In that case, we would enjoy your document vastly.

The alien pauses, and then continues.

You also have to understand that I do not have the power to make an alliance. The ship I arrived in is one crafted for death.

"Being as we are" the Sauron started "we find unity through our differences.. perhaps if we are really interested in providing a unified military, perhaps we should have units of mixed nationality, working together as a team with different equipment, that way should one technology be nullified to some degree then other nations would be there as back up... Armour suits built for movement and speed and ones built for fortification and protection all these differences in one unit, would our opinion be the best course of action. Showing that we are a true unified Alliance. Fully standardised equipment, even for just ground forces, would provide some sort of unity but not a true deep unity, using the natural advantages of each civilisation."

"Perhaps," Manson assents, "though it would be to everyone's benefit to have some standardization; interchangable ammunition, compatible power and communications systems... I am not a military man, but it seems to me there is a great deal of practical benefit in those things."

"Perhaps," Manson assents, "though it would be to everyone's benefit to have some standardization; interchangable ammunition, compatible power and communications systems... I am not a military man, but it seems to me there is a great deal of practical benefit in those things."

Carla smiled like she usually did, this time out of relief. Finally, the Senator and the Consul were agreeing on something.

Raising her finger once more to interject, she then said, "I second that. If we are to standardize, we may as well not only try out armor types, but also the categories suggested by Senator Manson. The only question is, what will a unified ammo type be? Material-based or energy-based shot?"

Answering the Sauron's objection, Carla also goes, "I also would like to echo partially the Novaen senator's statement. While I am opposed to the idea of using mixed international equipment in each squad for general infantrymen--special forces squads would be a different matter--I do think mixing squads from different nationalities and species is an excellent plan which will boost trust on the battlefield."

"I think the Novaens present a valid point. We should not discard what makes us unique, we can use it to make us all stronger. As part of an integration like that standardization of things like those suggested by Manson would be essential."

"The days of soldiers identifying friend and foe by their colors of their uniforms are over," Manson asserts. "I fear Madame Consul misunderstood my meaning. A full-scale standardization campaign would be costly and ultimately worthless. Alliance transports are perfectly capable of carrying more than one type of armor, pistol, or radio, and there's no reason they shouldn't as long as all the armor suits the purpose, one type of bullet fits all the pistols, and all the radios can be used to communicate with one another. That doesn't mean we can't have pistols, rifles, and heavy artillery all on the field together."

"But I'm agreeing with you," said Carla. "I'm willing to standardize ammunition, communications and armor. What's the problem?"

"I am rather out of my element participating in a debate about military equipment," Joshua admits, "but to me standardizing ammunition does not mean choosing one type of gun, or carrying only energy weapons or bullet-firing weapons. It doesn't mean putting one kind of armor on every soldier. It simply means having one type of bullet for all rifles, one type of power pack for all laser pistols, a standard set of communication frequencies and codes, etcetera. The Joint Forces are a multinational group, and the delegate from Nova Bazalonia is correct: we should not waste resources to standardize that which does not need to be standardized."

"I am rather out of my element participating in a debate about military equipment," Joshua admits, "but to me standardizing ammunition does not mean choosing one type of gun, or carrying only energy weapons or bullet-firing weapons. It doesn't mean putting one kind of armor on every soldier. It simply means having one type of bullet for all rifles, one type of power pack for all laser pistols, a standard set of communication frequencies and codes, etcetera. The Joint Forces are a multinational group, and the delegate from Nova Bazalonia is correct: we should not waste resources to standardize that which does not need to be standardized."

"Then let it be so; let all ammunition and signals be standardized." Carla says. Placing her hands on her desk and standing up, she then said somewhat frustrated with Manson's contrariness, "Senator, you are out of your element. A standard rifle simply means less parts to worry about. If it were like you said, and Alliance transports carried a dozen or so different types of rifles, all with a lack of interchangeable parts, you would have to take up space and energy and time onthe supply side to replicate the parts for these guns or store them in separate areas so they don't get mixed up. GFFA Quartermasters, regardless of nationality, would have headaches keeping track of what goes on a Dornalian railgun and what goes on a Xanthalian gun.

And heaven help you if some kind of mechanical breakdown occurs--not a minor one like a jam, but a major one like the need to replace a barrel. Those soldiers in mixed-equipment formations, whether organized as the Novaens suggest or organized in some other form, would be worse off for it, for field repairs would be nightmares. Even when properly supplied by the aforementioned supply companies, even with unified ammunition types, finding the right parts for up to maintain and repair dozen different types would take up time in the repair process--a severe deficiency when it comes to efficiency, and a waste of time. All and all, it would be a monumental exercise in inefficiency to repair one gun, versus a standardized rifle where the parts are readily available and efficiently found, without the need for mucking about in the quartermasters' and one that can be repaired relatively quickly as a result of not having to muck about at said quartermasters'."

Manson raises an eyebrow, bemused by the reaction. "There's no need for anger, Ms. Baileygates."

People like Carla treat life itself as if it were a battleground. They're volatile, unrestrained, dangerous. The Dornalians are good allies, but he has yet to see someone from New Dornalia that knows the first thing about politics. They have vision, but poor foresight, little tact, and no idea how to use the system to their advantage. To Manson, the ilk of Carla Baileygates and Michele Gincarelli are little more than petulant children. Even so, he knows the Consul may well be right in this case. She may not be much of a politician, but she's certainly got more military experience than he does.

"We see no harm in a limited standardised system, but I assure you that our own weapons shall not take a backseat. We covet several technologies that we ourselves are comfortable with, and which we use to great effect.

We will have our arms bolstered, rather than dilluted by additions to the pool of possibility. I certainly hope we are present for when you decide to synchronise your lightsabers, or colorcode our troops.

I wouldn't wish to clash with our brethern." A wry shiver of something like amusement passes through Kel'thuzad. "Too much hegemony, will doubtlessly be the death of an organisation that ought to thrive upon its variety...It's potential."

Manson raises an eyebrow, bemused by the reaction. "There's no need for anger, Ms. Baileygates."


"Anger? That was hardly anger. Try seeing me talk with my sister, that's anger," Carla retorted, her face melting into jocularity. Senator Manson had a way of pushing your buttons, she thought, and in some ways he represented all of what Dornalians thought was wrong with Xanthal--that stubbornly independent, spoiled Lisa Simpson-esque know-it-all pencil pusher mentality that just had to run everything through committee, debate it, and then have it filed in triplicate before even beginning discussion.

He could grate and grate on you until you were ready to burst. And Carla very nearly burst back there. Producing a handkerchief from her pocket and wiping her brow, she took a deep breath...

General Meiffert cleared his throat to regain the composure of the meeting. Dusanyu simply thought it was ironic that the Consul stopped an argument only to partake in one herself. Perhaps she was jealous.

The D'Haran adjusted his leather armor slightly. "Senators please. All of your concerns and suggestions are being taken underconsideration. And yes Kel'thuzad, the Lich are encouraged to participate in the venue as are all nations. Now if we can regain our focus here. I would like to address the matter of an integrated force but at a later time.

My plans for communication devices are simply a matter of compatibility. Some of your races may have different methods of communication than some of us here, those devices will be altered to fit such needs but they will all be able to communicate with one another. The last matter for addressing a standardization will be on weapons. The rest may be submitted to my office. Now, I believe Senator Manson's heart is in the right place here. If we could pick something simple as a bullet for every weapon, then we would do it. Unfortunatly the matter comes down to that it is impossible. I highly doubt we will find one bullet that will be able to fire effectively from the barrel of every rifle our militaries posses. What would have to be done is coming to an agreement on what basic round is best then begin constructing the weapon to fit the bullet. In this case, Consul Baileygates is correct. Problems are going to happen in the field and we need to be able to make repairs efficiently. All possible weapon designs and their uses will be taken into consideration, however I can only work with what information is available to me. If you would like to contribut or to ensure that your men have something of home in their hands, then please give me the details and we will integrate whatever possible. Does this meet to your satisfaction?"

Ah, then there were more nations than we suspected. In our corner of the universe, we have but a few large nations who retain independence. In that case, we would enjoy your document vastly.

The alien pauses, and then continues.

You also have to understand that I do not have the power to make an alliance. The ship I arrived in is one crafted for death.

I understand the politics. Perhaps in time someone with more authority can be sent to better delegate an alliance.

Kahlan took a moment to read over the last of the sentence.

Forgive me for asking but what do you mean by 'crafted for death'?

I suppose the best translation would be to tell you what it does. Remember that we did not understand your message to us when we followed it.

The alien pauses, and takes a deep breath.

In warfare, we do not focus on capturing enemy worlds. We destroy all of the enemy's ability to fight back, and then we use a ship crafted for death, which drops enormous bombs at key points over the planets atmosphere, turning the entire planet into a firestorm, and killing anything that isn't at least 500 feet underground, and in an airtight space.

When the firestorm has subsided, the entire planet is a rock covered in clouds. It takes some time before the clouds clear up, but in the meantime we begin to Lithiform the planet, which takes several years. It is much less costly than trying to occupy a hostile world.

Manson shrugs. "I'm forfeiting the matter for the moment. The Triumvirate will dispatch someone much more experienced in the subject matter to represent Xanthal in committee."

*Bump?*

I suppose the best translation would be to tell you what it does. Remember that we did not understand your message to us when we followed it.

The alien pauses, and takes a deep breath.

In warfare, we do not focus on capturing enemy worlds. We destroy all of the enemy's ability to fight back, and then we use a ship crafted for death, which drops enormous bombs at key points over the planets atmosphere, turning the entire planet into a firestorm, and killing anything that isn't at least 500 feet underground, and in an airtight space.

When the firestorm has subsided, the entire planet is a rock covered in clouds. It takes some time before the clouds clear up, but in the meantime we begin to Lithiform the planet, which takes several years. It is much less costly than trying to occupy a hostile world.

World cleansing seems to becoming a more popular method these days but that is not important at the moment. We would be pleased to speak with someone from your world that has the authority to build a diplomatic relation.

If there are no more questions, you may stay as long as you like and help yourself to the food and drink.
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The large D'Haran grunted at the Senator's surrender. "Then I will have the specifics of these new items up before the Senate as soon as they are prepared."

General Meiffert decided to sit back down for this part of the meeting. "I have one last proposal for you all. I would like to test the waters on the opinion of creating an Alliance college of war. The purpose of this would be to simply train leaders among the troops that are already within our Joint Ground force. They would learn fundamental tactics of all nations willing to submit a tactic book along with studying the tactics of our adversaries and possible enemies."

I see. Permission to go back to my ship to fetch said person? We didn't know if you would be hostile or not, and so our priest was left on the craft.

"That seems prudent," Manson agrees.

"It sounds like a fine idea to me," Yates chimes in.

Kerain was pleased. "I agree also. I believe I have said a few times that we need an alliance academy. If not then I was thinking it."

Carla and Mbutu simply nodded. Carla spoke up, saying, "I concur. This sounds like an excellent idea." Mbutu, meanwhile, followed up with a simple, "I concur with the Consul's statement."

I see. Permission to go back to my ship to fetch said person? We didn't know if you would be hostile or not, and so our priest was left on the craft.

That would be good. I'm sure there are others here that would like to speak with him as well.

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"Then if there is nothing else, I surrender the floor." Meiffert was relieved to have gotten everyone's approval to something he thought would have sparked a debate. Finished with his own business, he relinquished the grounds to the rest of the gathered.

A single GFFA academy, combining tactics of all the nations there and so while the Novaens remained they kept quiet not seeing any point in speaking up at this point. They didn't have anything to add to the discussion and they just nodded in ascent with the proposal and Meiferret.

The aliens leave once again, going back to their ship. This time, the ship that comes lacks the tube shaped thing at the end, as well as many other devices. This ship however has the outside bedecked in glowing tan lights, continually weaving in what looks like a plain of tall grass. Behind these light patterns, you can barely see what look like bones. When the ramp goes down, two of the rhino sized Lithijir come out first, look around the area, then grunt, as a creature about the size of a dog walks out. The creature is almost completely covered in patterns cut into a fingernail thin layer of fur, but these patterns seem much more abstract than the ones seen on the ship.

Greetings. I am High Priest of the Lithijir, Watcher of the Damned, and Overseer of the Plains.

Another animal that appeared to have the ability to communicate. It seemed like this was either going to be a long day or something fruitful through all the breakthroughs.

I am Kahlan Amnell, Mother Confessor. Welcome to D'Hara.

OOC: It appears to be the same shape... Just much much smaller.

The alien steps off, and gets down to business before it has reached you.

I can certainly agree to non-aggression, perhaps even a trading alliance. But I fear at least for the moment, a full military alliance is out of the question.

Somewhat surprised by the fast pace negotiation but simply let it roll off her shoulders.

A full military treaty would be a bit of a stretch at the moment. Let's simply just start with a trade agreement. Is there anything that interests you?

Yes, I'd like a full dossier on as many different factions as you happen to know of, that you would be willing to provide. Note that this would have to be an act of charity. We have nothing on any factions, and most of the information about our own planets is classified.

The small alien stops, apparently gazing at your knees.

That will take some time to compile but it can be done. Is there anything else?

No, but this is a Summit, is it not? Where is everyone else?

There are a number of diplomats in this very room. There is an ambassador from Xanthal, one from New Dornalia, two from Mythrandir, and another from the Colonies. Feel free to talk to any of them. Others are in a small side session discussing business of an alliance.

Ah, well then, would you introduce me? My name is Allinan. Seeing, after all, that I can't very well introduce myself.

Kahlan stood up to address the representatives. "Everyone, I would like to introduce High Priest Allinan of the Lithjir."

You've just been introduced.

Kahlan stood up to address the representatives. "Everyone, I would like to introduce High Priest Allinan of the Lithjir."

You've just been introduced.

Junko Tadanobu, hearing this, bows at a 45 degree angle and then, picking up her glass pad, types a few things into it, letting the message be translated into Illunik. She then bows, and begins reading the text off of the pad rather slowly, trying to get the nuances of the language and hopefully to try and render it faithfully. The message reads, "Again, I am Junko Tadanobu Grand Sensei of the People's Acolytes and representative of New Dornalia. I am pleased to meet you.'

The alien tilts its head to the left, and inquires "Why do you all seem to be of the same species, and yet you have different nations?"

By this time, it is obvious that a signal is being sent from the diplomat to the ship, and then being sent somewhere else, constantly.

Umehara steps forward with a smile and a bow, then goes to work downloading the language into his own translator. Maybe he'll be able to discuss things with these aliens after all.

*Bump*

OOC: Any reason no one is posting?

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