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There was something intrinsically wrong with seeing forty-five ton Mechs enpointe, just wrong. And the sight of them holding giant wicker baskets and tossing multiple kilos of flower petals about made it worse- that went without saying. What disturbed Bronwyn most though, was the fact that she could picture them in tutus far too easily. The psibonded mechs moved with a flowing grace that no other mecha could hope of matching, their dance choreographed perfectly. Dominique turned from the tower window over looking the vast field where the double hand of Phoenix –X’s practiced and shook her head. She had no control over the coronational festivities, for that she was profoundly grateful, she just wished some one with taste were. Kaylinde had brought in some one she swore was a reputable professional organizer of such. Dominique had her most private but utterly sincere doubts.

She had other worries, not the least of which was the fact that both the incoming and out going Imperial Councils had banded together to declare that she should see to the aquisition of a husband the scant minute the coronational festivities ended. The hue and cry had been taken by both the Upper and Lower Houses And horror of horrors the Media as well May they fall into a pit and be unable to climb out Dominique fumed silently.

It isn't just some sort of business merger That thought made her shudder...she had seem no too few that were just that...

And she found she couldn’t put those worries aside. She had never married, never had any seriously long-term relationships. A fair number of lighthearted short ones, and those had suited her just fine. She had been busy with her life and her chosen un-profession. “I haven’t had time for a husband, much less several” She muttered under her breath, but she had to admit she hadn’t looked very hard for one, being well convinced that few could have, would have, or wanted to keep up with one of the Tanaran Empire’s most famous – or is that infamous? - personalities. And a group marriage, which was by far the most common form of relational union found in the Empire…Exposing one to the chaos that was more often than not her life would have been bad enough but several she loved enough to marry? Unthinkable by her admittedly high standards.

However she had been the retiring Empress’s close friend and a ‘kitchen councilor’ for close to thirty years. There were few more ‘inside' than she, and when two unexpected deaths had brought about calls for new candidates to fill the resulting openings, she found herself as one of the nine Imperial Heirs. Darn Maxmillian for going counter grav skiing when the weather report clearly stated a ‘Zmax-storm building She sighed and a wave of sadness passed over her. It had been so completely like her old friend to ignore the warnings. And she missed him. Abbilynn, she hadn’t known well at all, their temperaments too different for them to be comfortable spending much time together, though they both moved in the same society circles. Dominique caused the scandals, Abbilynn just tried to.

Dutifully, Dominique turned back to her review of the details of the coronation, and the list of those dignitaries that would be attending the various festivities. She knew the ones from within the Empire well enough that she didn’t need to consult their dossiers. However, those from outside of the Empire she was less familiar with and used the extensively detailed information provided refresh her memory.

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Once the capitol city of the Tanaran Empire had been the sprawling glittering city of Helevorn, it’s countless towers rising from a low, broad valley amid equally towering trees. But that was before then Secretary of Defense Dobson, and certain elements of the Tanaran military had tried to stage a single blow coupe, and failed. Their coupe de main had been to drop a nova bomb on Helevorn. The serene lake, covering nearly ten thousand square miles, that now lay where the city had, reached nearly a thousand feet into the bedrock of the continent - a bowl of black glass.

Nova Terranis, built to replace the capitol, drapes itself along one shore, a lazy crescent that covers over five thousand square miles, and nearly half that land is dedicated to parks, museums, arboretums, zoological gardens, green belts and nature zones. It matters little that the city sprawls so, as Teleportals are ubiquitous, located on every ‘corner’, and in the lobby of nearly every building. The cultural predilection for exercise- walking five miles or more a day was so common as to be unmentioned- had not been eroded by such technology- but they had made ground vehicles, especially in the major cities, nearly obsolete. But then again all ground vehicles are considered amusement items, from horse drawn carriages to lovingly kept antique cars – though all automobiles, if driven within cities must be electrical, or hydrogen powered, Only those driven solely at designated raceways can be gasoline or diesel powered. But it is a very popular past time and antique automobile racing had many dedicated practioners and followers.

In Nova Terranis there are roads still, as parades and street festivals are held there more than in any other city. But they are broad boulevards winding though the trees and city gardens with many plazas filled with fountains and statuary. Nor is Nova Terranis flat, but built over rolling hills and valleys with numerous crystalline streams and dancing waterfalls that lead to pools filled with stunningly hued fish with vast veil like fins. The capitol’s towers, often reaching five hundred floors in height, shimmer discretely among the trees by day, and glow softly with a thousand hues come nightfall.

The Imperial Palace is the focus of the city's splendors. The palace and it's grounds covers all of the nearly thirty square miles of the lushly gardened island that sits a mile off shore from the beaches of Nova Terranis. The island protected by sheer cliffs - broken here and there with small out croppings and niches- rises nearly a thousand feet from the lake's surface. The palace is everything a palace should be, and fills it role perfectly.

The best views of Nova Terranis, though, come from the Imperial Landing pad, an marvel whose support structure - seemingly a single slender strand of subtly irridescent blue metal- arcs in a gentle curve up and over the lake - topping out at just short over a mile above the cereulean waters. The pad is spacious enough to handle any shuttle, if permission is granted, though only a priviledged few are allowed.

The nearest starport, Sierra Station, is immense and can handle any size craft that can enter atmosphere. Andfor those who prefer to dock their craft orbit-side there is the massive space station, Transfer Point, in near geo synchronous orbit above. The docks there can and do regularly handle starcraft in the multi kilometer size range range. Once docked, there are many forms of transport planet side. Teleportal, shuttle, and space elevator, are all available once one has passed through Customs. And Customs is more of a formality than anything else…usually.

Like all the major systems in the Empire, the Asgard system was a ‘restricted’ system. Visiting starships arrived in-system within the Frankel Limit Zone, checked in with the nearest System Defense Fortress, received clearance and proceeded inward at what ever level clearance they had been given. Silver Level authorization was for transit inbound and out at sub light only. Gold authorization allowed for a micro jump- if the craft had the technology for such – to the orbit of Hel, then sublight from there. Platinum authorized a direct micro jump to the reserved coordinates closest to Midgard. The arrival area was a massive area of space well above the plane of the ecliptic, but arriving ships had to vacate the area promptly as there were too many inbound and out bound arrivals. However the very professionally staffed traffic tower at Transfer Point made the confusion look easy as they sorted craft into to parking zones, arranged for docking at either Transfer Point itself or one of the many other facilities, or vetted request for orbital positions.

Arriving at any where other than the Frankel Limit without prior permission and the proper codes would get a Non Empire craft blown into component atoms very tidily with an attitude of ‘solve the threat first ask questions later’ attitude. The Asgard Planetary Defense took the safety of their Empires home system Very seriously. And they had never been issued a sense of humor. This information was standard knowledge and had also been sent out with every invitation issued.

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OOC: Link to OOC thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=547775)

Transmission from the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia:
Greetings, friends. We have heard of your vast and powerful Empire, and now the crowning of your new Empress. We share a common ally, that of the nation of Nova Nippon, and wish to send an Ambassador and possibly set up an Embassy to insure good relations with you.
On a seperate note, it was read that weapons are not allowed, save for, quote, "culturally relevant traditional / personal weapons and armor that might be dubious." We Xiscapians all carry a katana sword on our person at all times. It is forged within a family when a member comes of age, and is considered an extension of ones soul. Would these be permitted?
Best Wishes,
Chief Ambassador Vanadict

From: Hobbeebian Imperial Palace- Hobbeebia Prime ( Homeworld )
To: The Interstellar Empire of Tanara

Greetings,

I am glad to hear of your nations crowning of a new Empress. We have much about your people, but have had little, or no contact with them. It is our wish to remedy this situation, and begin a term of peace, and prosperity between your nation, and ours.

We have also heard of your psi-bonded Mecha. We posses something... Similar to those. It is customary for Champion Pilots to compete for sport. our nation prides itself on its Champions.

I hope you consider our offer,

Signed,
Imperial Palace- The Triumphant Emperors

Unto Chief Ambassador Vanadict,
Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia

May this missive find your Emperor and Empress well...

Warmest greeting to the friends and allies of our close friends and allies, the Celestial Imperia of Nova Nippon. Swords are the one weapon there is never any doubt about! Many of our founders were from Japan on ancient Earth, and we, to this day and hopefully into the future, carry many of their ideals and customs. I do most sincerely apologise for the misunderstanding - personal weapons are most certainly allowed, weapons of mass destruction and massive fire power are not.

We would be honored by your presence, and will welcome an ambassador most eagerly.

Sincerely,
Dowager Empress,
Michiko Sierra Jones,
Acting Minister of State

To: The Interstellar Empire of Tanara
From: The Holy Imperium of Angenteria
Subject: Diplomatic Relations

We would like to congratulate the The Interstellar Empire of Tanara on the crowning of a new Empress. We request that we be allowed to officially open diplomatic relations with the establishment of an embassy within your empire. We hope that this will lead to a friendly relationship between our two nations.

Sincerely,
Tiberius Reginus
Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs

Unto The Triumphant Emperors,
Hobbeebian Imperial Palace- Hobbeebia Prime

Greetings and thank you for your missive. We are willing to accept and accredit an ambassador to the Imperial Court of Tanar. We are justifiably proud of our Armed Forces, especially the 501st, The Empire's Fist. First WarMistress M. Merideth Hexx, Commander of the Forces of the Empire, will most certainly be in attendance and would love to discuss a competetion between Mechs. It is something of a sport here too.

Sincerely,

Imperial Heir designate

Colonel J'rr'anth

Unto Tiberius Reginus,
Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs
The Holy Imperium of Angenteria

Dear Sr,

We will gladly accept and accredit an ambassador from the Holy Imperium of Angenteria to the Imperial Court of Tanar. We look forward to a long and mutually beneficial relationship between our two nations. Will the Ambassador be able to attend the Coronation? We will certainly be able to set aside proper accomodations for such an eminent personage and his entourage until such time as a proper embassy can be constructed, or purchased from among available buildings.

Sincerely,
Dowager Empress,
Michiko Sierra Jones,
Acting Minister of State

"My, my. An assignment, you say?"

"Indeed, my friend. Though the Dratherian War is continuing in full-scale, we will not it allow to compromise the diplomatic life of the Republic. We will give every appearance of being relaxed. If we are seen to show fear, with what right can we then expect bravery from the common man?"

"I suppose as much."

Two men were talking. One, Ared Page, was an ambassador for the Republic. A prestigious position, and one it had taken him many years to reach. The other, Folvin Aquinas, was the current leader of the Diplomatic Corps. Whilst most major negotiations, for treaties, or peaces, would be conducted by senators, or even one of the consuls, there was an entire corp of men and women who existed solely for the minor negotiations.

With the war at what might well be the deciding battle, there had not been much opportunity for diplomacy. Indeed, many of the diplomats had been snapped up by the military, in order to negotiate individual surrenders with enemy troops and ships. It was dangerous work, but the pay, Ared felt, made it all worth it. He had been sent to Taledon during the attack, hoping to negotiate a Dratherian captain's surrender with his ship intact. The en masse suicide, however, had put a stop to that.

With most opportunities having dwindled away, he had only managed to gain this appointment by his friendship with Folvin. Folvin Aquinas was a bureaucrat, nothing more, but he was the man who managed most of the diplomatic appointments.

"The Tanaran Empire? Are you certain? I haven't even heard of them. Which is odd, as I've studied over sixteen hundred different nations."

Folvin smiled. "You haven't, mainly because they're a few hundred thousand lightyears out of our sphere of influence. Maybe half a million outside of our sphere of interest. You'll be taking a Taledonian military transport for this one - despite their ineffectiveness at short-range jumps, they've got the fastest FTL in the Republic."

"Military transport?"

Ared's face turned down. The Taledonians were not known for the comfort they gave to the men in their transports.

"Don't look so glum, Ared! It's decommissioned, and there's a diplomat's room there. It doesn't have all the comforts of a strictly military vessel, but it's got superior inertial compensators, as well as enough firepower to get you out of trouble if you're waylaid by pirates, or a Dratherian patrol."

He sighed. "It is a celebration, though?"

"Yes. Most certainly. Your diplomatic duties include eating, drinking, celebrating the coronation of a new Empress, and being congenial and giving a good first impression of the Republic. Normally, we'd ask you to extend the traditional offer - to join us, but it'd come off as overbearing, we think. Especially with a new ruler. If she wishes to talk to you, answer her questions-"

"Give her any declassified information she cares to know, offer to open an embassy. Yes, yes. Folvin, while you are a better diplomat than I am, I am by no means incompetent. Please, my friend. I understand my basic duties."

"Also, we'll be sending a military frigate to escort you to what they call the Frankel Limit. Once you're inside their sphere of influence, you should be safe, but prior to that, I've managed to pull some strings for you. When the celebration finishes, send a signal, and the frigate will return. Unless the celebration lasts for a few months, and we overrun the Dratherians by then."

Arel looked at Folvin, and grinned, almost childishly. "Thank you, old friend. I'll repay the favour someday, if you ever need it."

"It was nothing, my friend. Just remember me when you get a swanky appointment as ambassador to this far-off, wealthy, party-throwing Empire."

Arel laughed. "I wouldn't dare forget you. You'd reassign me to negotiating with Marionetonian business execs."

"Well, in any case. Your transport awaits, Diplomat Arel of the Republic."

Folvin bowed with a flourish, and watched his friend walk off. It was a little sad to see him go - especially if he did manage to land an embassy, but all the same, it was a little good in a war that had seen nothing but bad so far.

Official Republic Message
Greetings, from the Republic. Though we have heard of your Empire, we have not yet been honoured by meeting you. If it would please you, we wish to send an ambassador, one Arel Page, to these celebrations.

We note that no weaponry is allowed - due to wartime concerns, our ambassador is being sent in a weaponry-heavy military transport. Would it be permissable for our transport to disengage all weaponry upon entering your territory, or would we be required to use a smaller craft? The transport's generators will remain at low power until we leave your territory, and we would be amenable to allowing an observer onto our ship to ensure these weapons remain offline.

Furthermore, an escort frigate will be with our transport, but will only accompany it to the Frankel Limit. We trust that your security is strong enough to fend off any.. unwanted attention within it.

Yours in fidelity,
Diplomatic Corps Leader, Folvin Aquinas

Unto Chief Ambassador Vanadict,
Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia

May this missive find your Emperor and Empress well...

Warmest greeting to the friends and allies of our close friends and allies, the Celestial Imperia of Nova Nippon. Swords are the one weapon there is never any doubt about! Many of our founders were from Japan on ancient Earth, and we, to this day and hopefully into the future, carry many of their ideals and customs. I do most sincerely apologise for the misunderstanding - personal weapons are most certainly allowed, weapons of mass destruction and massive fire power are not.

We would be honored by your presence, and will welcome an ambassador most eagerly.

Sincerely,

Dowager Empress,

Michiko Sierra Jones,
Acting Minister of State
The message was recieved and, after a short time of consideration, it was replied to:
Michiko Sierra Jones
Acting Minister of State
You may expect our Ambassador in two days time. While currently there is some internal strife in our great nation, it will not affect those attending the crowning. We will be arriving in a Cruiser and our partie will compose of the following:
Chief Ambassador Vanadict
Delegate Vorn
Two Black Guards
We await our people's arrival at your world most expectantly and would once again like to congratulate you on this happy occasion.
May the blessing of Qonn smile upon you,
Chief Ambassador Vanadict

A left over reconnaissance drone in Xiscapian space picks up news and pass it on, a hour later a very short message was sent

To: The Interstellar Empire of Tanara New Empress
congratulation to you and your people

Unto Tiberius Reginus,
Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs
The Holy Imperium of Angenteria

Dear Sr,

We will gladly accept and accredit an ambassador from the Holy Imperium of Angenteria to the Imperial Court of Tanar. We look forward to a long and mutually beneficial relationship between our two nations. Will the Ambassador be able to attend the Coronation? We will certainly be able to set aside proper accomodations for such an eminent personage and his entourage until such time as a proper embassy can be constructed, or purchased from among available buildings.

Sincerely,
Dowager Empress,
Michiko Sierra Jones,
Acting Minister of State

To: The Interstellar Empire of Tanara
From: The Holy Imperium of Angenteria
Subject: The Coronation

We would be greatly honored to be allowed to attend the coronation. We also will gladly accept whatever accommodations provided. You can expect a ship carrying our Ambassador to arrive within the week (we invested a great deal in starship technology some time ago). We hope this will mark the beginning if prosperity between our two nations.

Sincerely,
Tiberius Reginus
Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs

In the vast darkness of space splattered with stars, galaxies, and planets, the comparable ship was small, invisible almost unless one were to get up close and see that it actually stretched a good five miles in length, and half that at width. It was classified as a Tarlachian Azulo, one of several variants of intergalactic travel, capable of being used for military or nonmilitary use. This one in particular hailed as Starline, and used primarily for official government business. It spared no expense on the exquisite interior details for it was designed to awe and demonstrate the vitality of Tarlachian society and diplomacy. While it was indeed a diplomatic vessel, that by no means meant that it was defenseless. Fittingly with the government's longstanding heavy support of military funding, the Starline had defensive/offensive technology that rivaled even the Tanaran empire. It also helped that the Tanaran Empire had been longtime reliable allies whom had helped the Tarlachian nation; and later the empire; emerge on the universal stage as a prominent force.

Within the Starline, and particularly in the typically closed imperial quarters, Empress Aeris Greenwood-Hexx was laughing in response to a joke told to her by Ambassador Claudius Scott. Her eyes twinkled with the vitality of her dual-races, one of which she regularly seen as. The other, well, that one only came out when certain situations called for it. The last time that one had come out had been during her trip to Hell to save her then-fiance Robert Hexx. Before that though, was during the Dark War back home, when she had been the sole force of a rather powerful explosion that had decimated millions of demons that had overrun the nation from the emerged hell-nation of Arithon. Such force as effective as it had been, was only as successful against the demons as a result of her angelic side. Rob had told her from time to time that he loved her blonde hair, blue eyes at those times, but her sheer ethereal beauty often caused him to be forced to look away lest he go blind. Not that he didn't love her when she was in her elf form. He just was taken in awe when he saw her otherwise. She was used to it, for actually a lot of people had the same effect upon them.

"Claudius, hold on." Aeris stated as she noticed the small blinking light upon the nearby desk. Getting up, she walked over and pressed it, "Yes?" The voice that answered was that of the onboard A.I. dubbed Stardust.

"Lady, we are approaching the Frankel Limit. I've already established contact with the Tanaran GateKeeper. We're cleared via Platinum access, and then via Emerald access for direct approach to the Imperial Landing Pad." Stardust informed the empress with a cheerful tone. Stardust, was a female A.I. whom possessed an equally light personality and charming smile. When displayed in 3 dimensional view, she stood at five foot seven, and would have appeared to be 130 pounds, with sizable, yet proportional dimensions to top it off.

Aeris replied momentarily, "Splendid. Inform me when Starline has reached Platinum limit. We'll take one of the shuttles in from there to the ILP."

"Yes, Lady." Stardust replied before the small light went out, indicating the end of the transmission.

Aeris turned to the ambassador, whom was clearly a bit confused and chose to speak such at this time. "Emerald access? They don't have that, do they?"

Aeris gave him a small smile, "Not publically, Claudius. It's one established for our use only, and used quite rarely as a matter of fact." She waved a hand in front of her, then held her palm upward to reveal a scan-card that was of course emerald green. Given to her late uncle by the Tanarans, Aeris had also used it a few times when she needed to speak to the Kaylinde.

She turned away from the ambassador, and the card which he had seen only momentarily, had disappeared as if it had merely been an illusion. "Tell me, Ambassador Scott, what you know of Empress Kaylinde's husband, Hans Balran."

The ambassador, taken back by the question, responded hestitatingly, "I've heard of him...the name is familiar...ah, he was on Argonia once, helping to deal with some uprising or something, right?"

Aeris nodded, turning to look at him. "Yes. Kidnapped as a prisoner of war, tortured far beyond what anyone should have been able to survive, and experimented upon with exoskelton technology. It took the love of Kaylinde to revive his heart, and that in itself was a long and painful process for the two of them. Very painful. But they got through it all right. They now have three children, their oldest child in his thirties now. Kaylinde became empress about thirty years ago, and he became her husband. I'd highly advise you to not speak of that war with either of them. It remains a touchy subject. Hans, I would further suggest you maintain diplomatic course with, but otherwise avoid him. Anger him the wrong way, and he'll not think twice about making sure you are aware of having done such."

Aeris walked slowly toward the greenhouse garden built into an adjacent wall in which several varieties of plants, each with their own mysterious yet beautiful flowers clearly visible. She caressed one of them, and watched as it straightened its stem from her touch.

"I know you're new to this assignment, but please ambassador," she turned to face him, her finger pointing at him, "Don't make me regret rewarding you with your rank and this assignment."

"I will do everything in my power to be whom you wish me to be, Lady Aeris." the ambassador replied quickly and sincerely.

"Auntie M, Aeris and the ambassador she's bringing with her should be here any hour now" Rob gave his "Aunt' Michiko a light kiss on the cheek as he cam into her office. "Is there any thing else you need to to run hatchet man on your for?" HRH Crown Prince Robert Ryan Fortier - Hexx of Tanaara was hiding out during the last strenous weeks leading up to his own coronation as King of Tanaara. He was glad to be watching some body else suffer. But it wasn't as if he didn't have his own part to play in all the pomp and circumstance of Doiminique's Imperial coronation. He was the youngest living holder of the award called simply The Lion. The Lion was an old, old order, the award given out for actions much resembling those that which earned an American the Congressional Medal of Honor. The recipents there-of generally recieved them posthumosly. There were only five living holders of The Lion, and what exactly had earned him this award was not public knowledge. But earned it he had.

"No..wait..Rob, see if The General needs you. You know how she is about delegating."

Rob chuckled. "Yes Ma'am. You know I still remember the first time I saw her and completely mistook her for my mother. It's interesting how the genetics of the colony you all started over two hundred years ago have remaind so strong."

"Thats what you get when you have good bloodlines going." Michiko replied as she nodded in agreement as she though about the fortunes of both the Empire and the Domination. Those that had founded and forged the sprawling Interstellar Empire of Tanara- home based in the Hoag Object, a galaxy some six hundred million light years from Earth- had left their Earth in 2175. When they made recontact with the Earth of the universe they had ended up in, they sent some of their people back to create a possibly needed foothold on Earth.- Even if it wasn't their Earth. So some two hundred years ago they set the foundation of what would one day become the Domination of Tanaara, and broke off all but the most clandestine of contacts.

"Well, I'm off to see the WarMistress..." Rob half sang, drawing a small smile and head shake from the Dowarger Empress, as he bowed and left to carry out her request.

Dear Vanadict,

You are most welcome, we await your arrival with anitcipation. Please see the enclosed encrypted data. It is Platinum authorization. Please just have your ship transmit it to the nearest System Defense station and you will be allowed to transit via micro jump directly to Midgard. We will have spacious suites in the Palace proper available and as you are aquainted with the Novans we will put your party next to them.

Sincerely,

Michiko
Xiscapian System, Xiscapia Orbit, Space Station Protector...
The Protector (http://crystaltips.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/infinity_station.jpg) spun lazily in it's orbit over Xiscapia, bright lights glittering out of the base like a rare jewel. Thousands of crew and civilians lived and worked there each day, though it was primarily a military defense station. A Cruiser (http://www.moddb.com/images/cache/mods/82/8237/gallery/thumbmoty_53379.jpg) was docked on the station, ready to make the relatively short voyage to The Interstellar Empire of Tanara for the Crowning of the new Empress. On board the station Vanadict (http://photobucket.com/mediadetail/?media=http%3A%2F%2Fi166.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fu90%2Fskyrocks93%2Ffox-2.jpg&searchTerm=kitsune&pageOffset=19), clad in the dark purple and black robes of the Xiscapian Diplomatic Corps, waited patiently. Her Guard and her assistant delegate, the diplomat Vorn, would be arriving soon.

Michiko Sierra Jones
Acting Minister of State
You may expect our Ambassador in two days time. While currently there is some internal strife in our great nation, it will not affect those attending the crowning. We will be arriving in a Cruiser and our parties will compose of the following:

Chief Ambassador Vanadict
Delegate Vorn
Two Black Guards

We await our people's arrival at your world most expectantly and would once again like to congratulate you on this happy occasion.
May the blessing of Qonn smile upon you,
Chief Ambassador Vanadict

Dear Vanadict,

You are most welcome; we await your arrival with anticipation. Please see the enclosed encrypted data. It is Platinum authorization. Please just have your ship transmit it to the nearest System Defense station and you will be allowed to transit via micro jump directly to Midgard. We will have spacious suites in the Palace proper available and as you are acquainted with the Novans we will put your party next to them.

Sincerely,

Michiko

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To: The Interstellar Empire of Tanara New Empress
congratulation to you and your people
Unto Imperial Isa,

We thank you most gratiously for you well wishes. May your people prosper amid peace and harmony.

Sincerely,
HIH, Crown Princess Dominique Evangaline Alexandra Ryder
Interstellar Empire of Tanara

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Official Republic Message
Greetings, from the Republic. Though we have heard of your Empire, we have not yet been honoured by meeting you. If it would please you, we wish to send an ambassador, one Arel Page, to these celebrations.

We note that no weaponry is allowed - due to wartime concerns, our ambassador is being sent in a weaponry-heavy military transport. Would it be permissible for our transport to disengage all weaponry upon entering your territory, or would we be required to use a smaller craft? The transport's generators will remain at low power until we leave your territory, and we would be amenable to allowing an observer onto our ship to ensure these weapons remain offline.

Furthermore, an escort frigate will be with our transport, but will only accompany it to the Frankel Limit. We trust that your security is strong enough to fend off any.. Unwanted attention within it.

Yours in fidelity,
Diplomatic Corps Leader, Folvin Aquinas

Unto: Minister Folvin Aquinas
Republic of Hyperspatial Travel,

Such a transport is completely acceptable. We well understand the extengencies of wartime. I hope the war is going well for you nation, and that it is not putting a strain upon your government and citizens.

Should your enemies attempt to attack you while anywhere along or with in our Empires borders, you may rest assured that the Empire will take such as an act of war upon US, and respond accordingly. Let it suffice to say that in our nearly seventeen hundred years as a polity we've never lost a war.

Please see the enclosed encrypted data. It is Platinum authorization. Please just have your ship transmit it to the nearest System Defense station and you will be allowed to transit via micro jump directly to Midgard. If your ship are not equipped for in system micro jumps we will have a number of ambassadorial shuttles waiting and your ambassador is perfectly welcome to transfer to one of them for a quick jump in system.

But on to more civilized matters. We have set aside suites within the Palace proper for your Ambassador, Master Ared Page, and his entourage. Also I apologize for the misunderstanding, if weapons are normally carried by your citizens, such 'customary carry' is acceptable. What is not acceptable is heavy military ordinance, weapondry and body armor.

Sincerely,
Dowager Empress,
Michiko Sierra Jones
Minister of State


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To: The Interstellar Empire of Tanara
From: The Holy Imperium of Angenteria
Subject: The Coronation

We would be greatly honored to be allowed to attend the coronation. We also will gladly accept whatever accommodations provided. You can expect a ship carrying our Ambassador to arrive within the week (we invested a great deal in starship technology some time ago). We hope this will mark the beginning if prosperity between our two nations.

Sincerely,
Tiberius Reginus
Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs


Unto: Tiberius Reginus
Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs

We have suites within the Palace set aside for your Ambassador and his entourage. Please see the enclosed encrypted data. It is Platinum authorization. Just have your ship transmit it to the nearest System Defense station and you will be allowed to transit via micro jump directly to Midgard. If your ship is not equipped for in system micro jumps we will have a number of ambassadorial shuttles waiting and your ambassador is perfectly welcome to transfer to one of them for a quick jump in system.

Sincerely,
Dowager Empress,
Michiko Sierra Jones
Minister of State

"Captain, we are approaching Tanaran space."
"Maintain course."
"Aye, sir."

Imperial Ambassador Terminia Marcellus paced the bridge of the starship. The Angenterian Space Corps. was still very much new, with the newly-christened AIS Defender leading the way in Angenterian Starship technology. The ship possessed the latest advances in technology, as far as the Angenterians were concerned. It came equipped with a just off the drawing board shield system, propulsion drive, and pulse-based weapons. While woefully obsolete when compared to Tanaran Imperial ships, the Angenterians saw it as a state-of-the-art vessel.

"Helm, do you have an estimation of when we will be within range of a Tanaran System Defense station?"
"Ma'am, according to the information provided by the Tanarans, we will arrive within the hour."
"Good, transmit the Platinum Authorization when in range, and inform them that we will be needing a shuttle."
"Yes, ma'am."
"I'm going to prepare my people for departure, inform me when we can transfer to the ambassadorial shuttle."
"Of course, ma'am"
"Captain, I take my leave of you."

With that, she left the bridge, her two most personal bodyguards following.

They had left Angenteria only yesterday, shortly after receiving clearance. The journey was going quite smoothly, with the Angenterian Delegation arriving in time to witness the coronation of the new Empress of Tanara

Terminia reviewed her agenda once again. Although she had never even heard of the Tanaran Empire until just a few days ago, it was necessary that the Angenterian Empire, now establishing itself as a legitimate power, gain as many allies as it can. And what better show of good will is there then to be present at a coronation of a new Empress?

"Seems easy enough." She thought as she read the datapad once again. "Celebrate the coronation, give a good first impression, head the Embassy. Yeah. Not bad at all."

"My lady, it's time to go. The diplomatic and security staff is waiting" Dalak, one of her bodyguards, interrupted her train of thought.
"Hmm? Oh, yes." She fastened her customary sword to her hip, and departed for the shuttle. "Let's go."

There was little activity in the quarters of the Empress, save for her hands pushing aside various outfits on hangars in the closet. She was alone now, for the ambassador had gone to prepare himself also for the arrival. Humming softly to herself, she withdrew a pearl white dress from the rail, holding it out to ponder a moment or two. She nodded, turned and moved to the mirror to hold it against herself.

It was a simple dress of fine silk woven in elven craftsmanship. Looped high around her neck in a thick band, it swept over her bosom and surrounded her at the waist and finally ended just barely touching the floor. It left her backside open, and a silver necklace left a single strand intermingled with precious jewels to follow her spine halfway down her back. That necklace would be the only jewelery she'd wear, save for those that indicated her married status.

It wasn't long before she was dressed and finishing up the maintenance of her thick auburn locks that was swept up and styled to remain off her neck and shoulders. A hint of a flowery fragrance, and she was finished.

Departing her room with a near silent click of the door as it slid shut behind her, she made her way to the foremost port side shuttle; one of two dozen designated for Starline. A door opened just as she passed it, and the ambassador exited. Turning to greet him, Aeris looked him over once, nodding in approval. While their arrival hadn't required that they dress formally, it was still customary for Tarlachians to arrive stylishly well dressed. The ambassador smiled in return, complimenting her as well before following her lead.

"Stardust, open the shuttle air lock." Aeris commanded, to which it was promptly done in a matter of a half second. The two entered, and the shuttle hummed to life as it sensed life forms within. Seating herself in the pilot's seat, she began entering various coordinates, then drew the emerald card from seemingly nowhere and inserted it when the Tanaran air control requested. Moments later, the shuttle was off, and soon to arrive at the ILP.

"Lady, are they nice?" the ambassador asked suddenly from beside her in the co-pilot's seat. "The Tanarans."

She chuckled, "Only when you're not offending them. Really now, relax. You'll find them welcoming in the best way. They really are a wonderful people, though they do have a mean streak to them sometimes. But then again, don't we all?" She looked back at him.

"Yes...I suppose so." the ambassador admitted finally before resigning himself back to his personal thoughts.

TO: To: The Interstellar Empire of Tanara
From: The Alversian People's Republic
Subject: Diplomatic Relations

We congradulate you on the crowning of a new Empress and request an opperunity to establish Diplomatic relations. Would it be possible to send an Ambassador to represent the Republic within your noble Empire?

Sincerely
Aiden Mallon
Prime Minister of Alversia

<Glittering Fate, this is the Standfast. We are on the edge of the Frankel Limit. Want us to hurl you in?>

<Wait a minute, Standfast. We're transmitting our clearance code... done. If you'd be so kind - your hyperspace unit should give us far more accuracy than we'd have otherwise. Can you send us to exact co-ordinates?>

<Can I? Ambassador, this ship is built for combat. I can teleport a missile onto a dime, even if that dime is two systems over.>

<Point taken, Standfast. Requesting transport, then.>

There was no brilliant flash of colour, merely a contiguous area of space where the ship had once been, and a contiguous area of ship where space had previously been.

With that, the transport papred to make its way down to the surface. A mere thirty-two metres in length, it was not a ship that would, hopefully, have trouble landing. Weaponry across the ship had already been disengaged at the Frankel Limit, and the matter-annihilation plant was scarcely working at any capacity at all.

This is the Republican ambassadorial transport, Glittering Fate. Requesting landing clearance.

Five A.I. saw to the coordination of all space travel within the area of space that the Asgard system covered - they were needed for the Empires civilian traffic alone was immense, then you add in the Military traffic, then the None Empire traffic - the Asgard system had fifteen naturally occuring worm holes, making it a major transit point for culturres that prefered to use semi FTL craft. Then you add in the fact that the system was considered a Class 10 naivgation hazard for anything useing a sublight drive and one could easily see the need for the attentions of five A.I.'s.

The massive BattleShips, and Dreadnaughts - to say nothing of the ponderous, and somewhat slow but stuffed to the proverbial gills with enough firepower in each to take out, oh say, a Borg cube with one salvo -Ships of the Wall -of the Home Fleet were currently stationed on the edge of the system, out of sight but definitely not out of the minds of those responsible for the systems safety.

However the agile, fleet, and very lethal in their own right Battle Cruisers that were famous through out the Hoag Object were on full display, and rendering honors to all the arriving starcraft of other nations. Additionally they were acting as Ambassadorial and other Dignatary's Shuttles. They possessed a complete Flag Bridge and were offering those honoured guests a chance to view the extremely short trip from it's luxurious environs. To say nothing of assuring the guest's complete safety, and being an excellent diplomatic offering. Few got to see the bridge of a warship, much less a Flag Bridge and it was excellent PR for just how good an ally the Empire could be. The Empire tended to sell Battle Cruisers at cost to allies - or simply gift them outright.

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Angenteria

"Madam Ambassador Marcellus, Greetings and welcome to Tanara. I am Captain La'shieri of the Battle Cruiser Fate's Hand. We will be transporting you and your bodyguards to our Flag Bridge upon your ready signal."

Once the ready reply had been recieved Ambassafor Marcellus and her two bodyguards found themselves in a private transporter chamber (http://www.atddm.com/transporter.jpg) just off the Fate's Hand's well appointed Flag Bridge. The Battle Cruiser's Captain, a slender and very petite Xa'Cz'inni (http://www.atddm.com/xa1.jpg) bowed gravely and ushered the Angenterian's on to the Flag Bridge.

"Madame Ambassador if you would like to observe from the Admirals chair" The Xas waved to the elevated and most centrally located pedastled 'throne'. "Please feel free. Or if you would like to observe the holo display you are most welcome to. Might I offer you some refrestments?"

The massive three meter array, encircled by the various battle stations and observers seats, was vivid and incredibly detailed in it's display. It was currently on tactical view rather than strategic and the detailing of ships and the nearby System Defense Platforms were completely true to view.

The Ambassadors two body guards had been escorted to nearby observers seats by the Captains Aide, a cheerfull faced young woman who offered them refreshments as well.

Once the Ambassador had made her choice, the Fate's Hand slipped away from the AIS Defender and once clear proceeded to do an insystem micro jump that in the blink oif an eye took them nearly a light year in system.

Below then the serene blue marble that was Midgard spun in its dance around the system's stellar primary. It's orbital consorts, Tarra II and Fenngard, too were visible, as the jump point was above the plane of the ecpliptic.

It would be the ambassadors choice to take a shuttle down or be transported directly to the reception point at the Imperial Landing Pad.

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Alversia

We congradulate you on the crowning of a new Empress and request an opperunity to establish Diplomatic relations. Would it be possible to send an Ambassador to represent the Republic within your noble Empire?


Unto: Aiden Mallon
Prime Minister of Alversia
The Alversian People's Republic

We would welcome your honored Ambassador and a chance to develop Diplomatic relations. We will arrange for suites within the Palace proper, next to those of the Xiscapian Ambassador, as we understand that you are close allies.. Also please see the enclosed encrypted data. It is Platinum authorization. Please just have your ship transmit it to the nearest System Defense station and you will be allowed to transit via micro jump directly to Midgard. If your ships are not equipped for in-system micro jumps we will have a number of ambassadorial shuttles waiting and your ambassador is perfectly welcome to transfer to one of them for a quick jump in system.

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Hyperspatial Travel

This is the Republican ambassadorial transport, Glittering Fate. Requesting landing clearance.

"Glittering Fate, You are cleared for the Imperial Landing Pad. Blue quadrent - see navigational beacon and you can lock into the beam for precission." The controller advised as he keyed the navigational aides. Blue quadrant would easily accomodat a craft double the size of the given, Pleased be advised of two notes. The Captains Gig from the Tarlachian Flagship Starline will also be landing in close time reference, however you will each be well outside the other's safety zone. Also please be advised that the Dowager Empress is awaiting your arrival."

The Standfast was apprised the the Glittering Fates safe arrival in the Midgard 'parking lot'. The Standfast's captain and crew, was extended the offer of docking at the System Defense Fortress they had hailed and taking advantage of the Fortesses extensive shore leave facilities. "Or if you would like you can proceed insystem at sublight and take shore leave on planet. The festivites are supposed to be something memorable and mostly free. " The Fortresses commo officer said regretfully. He'd been the one in his section to draw the short straw and thus would miss most of the system wide revelry taking place. But he was getting tripple overtime for his 'loss'.

A similar offer of leave was made to the officers and crew of the Glittering Fates.

The Tanarans loved a good festival, and felt that every one who could should be invited and hopefully have a most splended time!

"Well, it's not as if I were planning on making you guard the ship. Come on down with us, lieutenant. Nobody will miss you."

"Sir, my duty in a foreign nation is to guard the ship."

Ared snorted. "Let's be realistic here, lieutenant. This is a military transport in the middle of a fleet that's big enough not to even notice us. If they wanted something from this transport, they could just take it. No doubt they'll be doing some invasive scanning to make sure there's nothing dangerous aboard us in any case. If they wanted schematics of this little craft, they don't even need to ask."

A smile crept onto his face. "However, I could use some bodyguards, if you'd care to call yourself that. Every planet has some measure of larceny and crime, and every ambassador gets regrettably drunk during some festivals. You'd be much more use down there than aboard the ship, even if you don't celebrate too much."

The lieutenant smiled. "Well, when you put it that way.. we'll leave one man aboard the ship, rotating schedule. I'm not leaving it wholly unattended, but with the war on, it's been almost two years since I've heard of holiday leave."

Ared looked down at a datapad, and scribbled some notes down.

"What are you doing?"

"Confirming something."

I, Ambassador Ared, hereby requisition the crew of the Glittering Fate for use as bodyguards and protectors during the crowning festival of the new Tanaran Empress."

A small squiggle, his signature, and he was done.

"You see. If any blame arises, it is mine entirely. Now, Sarel. Come down and enjoy the festivities with me."

She smiled, and nodded. "You are incorrigible, ambassador. I always saw the diplomatic corps as more stodgy."

"Oh, we are, my dear. Without other people to liven my presence up, I'm sure I'd be unbearable."

Aboard the Standfast, the captain considered the offer. But no, there was a war to fight, and to win. As enticing as it sounded, he doubted he could justify his presence in festivals for a few days, especially when his ship might be needed in any of the great battles any day now.

I apologise, but every soldier and every ship is needed for the war effort. Though the offer is a kind one, I am afraid we must decline. It would not do to have us needed in a battle while we were off celebrating.



The ambassador's transport landed, less softly then one might've expected. Antigravity pulses were released a microsecond too late, and the ship juddered , tipping a little to one side, before it was sat gently down, hovering a metre or so above the ground.

"Damned decomissioned craft!"

"Sir, we can hardly expect the best repair efforts. All effort-"

"Is put towards the war, yes, yes. Nevertheless. That was a little rough. No doubt they think we're incompetent now."

"It was a deviation of perhaps ten degrees to one side. Noticeable, but nowhere near embarrassing. Ambassador, we have landed. Shall we?"

Chuckling genially, he turned, and looked in a mirror. A suit, yes, a vest, pants - grey, not black. With the sheer amount of variety within the Republic, it had been hard to choose which race's ambassador to emulate. In the end, he had decided merely to look businesslike. He had, of course, packed a wardrobe, depending on how formal this assignment of his was likely to be.

Walking out, he looked around, looking out for those who were sent to greet him.

"Hello, old chap.", he said, smiling broadly. "Does the Dowager Empress wish to see us immediately?"

hobbeebian Imperial Palace- Hobbeebia Prime- 6 megalightyears away...

Within a palace that seemed to be untouched by corruption or greed, a place that has never seen darkness, in the literal sense or the ethical sense, was the home of The Triumphant Emperors of the Hobbeebian Imperium. Where they ruled their Imperial with Peace, Justice, Glory, and Honor. Deep within the massive structure which was created from an unnatural element which was for the lack of better words- solid light, the Emperors where surrounded by a group of 12 warriors whose sole purpose of living was to serve the Emperors in any way they could. Pure in Blood, and mind they where the most powerful soldiers in all the military as they all piloted the legendary biomech; the mammoth 200 foot tall living beings which took the form of metallic creatures, which would inspire awe from any who witnessed them. Planets have fallen to a single unit and his pilot as they fight as one being.

The warriors where called the Guardians-of-Light, and as they stood watch over the Emperors , their friends, and partners, the biomech stood watch outside, letting the golden rays of the Hobbeebian sun wash over their rune inscribed Armor-skin and wings giving the glare of a rainbow. Blanding in perfectly with the massive 200 foot Dragon statutes that adorned the palaces 10000 foot tall main tower, which was held up by 3 10000 foot tall Angel-Dragon statues which had their back to the main tower. But even with all this grandre was the hearts of true people who would serve their nation with undying devotion. The numerous citizens of the Imperium lived not to much differently from the palace as all in Hobbeebia Prime was built of the soild light element and with complete luxary everywhere as nothing was out of reach and all was bountiful. Travel was never a problem as the Hobbeebian people had become masters of controlling the powerful Dimensional technology that gave them the ability to travel unlimited distances at moments notice. The races natural ability to use what earth people called Psi-powers made living that much easier in terms of moving objects, activiating technologies, even communication. The people of Hobbeebia Prime called themselves Eborians, which where the pure blood people of the first settlers of the planet.

The Eborians where proud of who they are and their abilities, and identifing one is simple as they appear humanoid in shape but where almost 2x the size, and have , by culture, long flowing Silver hair, White glowing eyes, metallic skin that shimmers if placed in the right light, and Silver Blood. They carry a sense of pride and are honor bound to the people they serve or love. The Eborian people of the Hobbeebian Imperium are noway hindered by their abilites as the young are trained from birth by their parents to limit the use of their abilities until they have gone through a ritual called their Ascension, or right of passage to adulthood. Physical fitness is mandatory in Hobbeebian law but the Eborians have an unfair atvantage as they bodies are breed for keeping in perfect shape until the point of death.

And these people cheered as news of a new diplomatic relation was being forged. It had been many years sense one had been made, as war was very common in the mily-way galaxy. So the poeple of the planet rejoiced in its happening.

In space the Imperial Shipyards where preparing a ship to be used to transport the Ambassadors to the Coronation so they may cement the relation with Tanara....

" I am glad to hear of this new diplomatic line being opened chief Ambassador Razyn, I will be sending you to watch over the proceedings. At the end of this I wzant our natiopns to begin open communications." commented the First Emperor Hobbeebius Ikarus as he lend forward from his throne

Razyn nodded his head and replied...

" Your Greatship, I am honored that I have been chosen and I will do as instructed. I have but one question... which of your Guardians will be going with me to showcase the biomech. Your top Guardina is currently combating his son in the milky-way. I am sure we can have him bring his." replied Razyn as he paced back and forth.

" We will see that he does attend the coronation as well. you are correct to request him. " replied Ca'rl Ikarus the Second Emperor

Razyn nodded then teleported away to his waiting room in the Imperial shipyards on the outer rims of the Hobbeebian Galaxy. His ship was a beautiful piece of Hobbeebian engineering. It was sleek, and streamlined and glissened like silver-water in the darkness of the void.

" Attention Ambassador Razyn your vessel is complete and is ready for departure." said the voice of the cheif shipyard Director through mental messaging.

Razyn nodded his head down and boarded the vesel which look almost like the Hobbeebian palace on the inside. It was standard for all Imperial Vessels to be constructed of Solid light on the inside. As new room, and technologies could be created and engaged by simply thinking about them. No wires, no electrical systems, no mess, just perfect operations. As Razyn walked aboard the bridge of the vessel he nodded to the Captain who had a flurry of holo-consoles swirling around him like he was a planet, as did all the crew on the ship. The Captain nodded to his Helmsmen who took the ship out to open space, and then they dissppeared into the void, traversing the rivers of time and space across thousands of dimensions.

( 3 seconds after departure... Tanara Space outerrim.)

The ship called " The Eternal" Exited from Dime Spaceand emerged within communications range of the outposts and a message was sent...



This is Hobbeebian Imperium Vessel The Enternal requesting Platinium Clearance to attend the Coronation service. Aboard is Hobbeebian Ambassador Razyn Drautica.

The Dowager Empress of the Tanaran Empire, Michiko Sierra Jones, currently Minister of State sat waiting patiently beside HM Queen Mercedez Merrideath Hexx (http://www.atddm.com/mercy1.jpg) and Crown Prince Robert Ryan Fortier -Hexx of Tanaara (http://www.atddm.com/prr2a.jpg). The Dowager Empress now just over a hundred, and the Queen, in her early seventies, had known each other for thirty-five years, though neither of them looked their ages. Empire medical technology- aided and abetted by the frankly incredible technology of the Xa’ Cz’inni - had stretched the human lifespan out to nearly six hundred years, if not potentially longer.

"The Novan Ambassador, the Honorable Lady Kaminari arrived earlier along with her senior husband." Michiko checked off her mental list.

"Aren't they the first the Celestial Imperia has sent out in over three thousand years?" Mercy asked interestedly.

"Yes. They are Kitsune, and arrived very unexpectedly." Michicko chuckled "But luckily I have known a Kitsune for some time now and it didn't startle me too badly, though I can't say the same for my poor aide de camp"

Rob laughed "I take it Morgan is getting a real work out being your right hand man. I want him back in useable condition. He's going to be taking Sinjin's spot."

"Don't worry, after this he'll be able to handle anything his father could" Michiko's chuckle became a light laugh, then her head tilted slightly as her communications implant advised her that the Glittering Fate was to be landing shortly.

Rob and Mercy received their own information that Aeris Greenwood- Hexx - the Tarlachian Empress and not so incidentally Rob's wife - and the new Ambassador to Tanara, would soon be arriving as well.

"I'm heading over to the blue terminal to greet Ambassador Ared Page from Hyperspatial Travel. " Michiko stood, giving Mercy and Rob light hugs before gliding gracefully away accompanied by her Cadre guardians.

"Aeris is coming in on Green, so we need to head that way mom" Rob bowed to his mother and offered her his arm.

The Dowager Empress,
Michiko Sierra Jones
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A Cruiser popped into realspace suddenly near The Enternal. The ship was small compared to the Hobbeebian ship, at least half it's size. The Xiscapian Wasp class Cruiser, named the Legacy, floated silently in space. On the bridge the Captain, a short, stout kitsune male, softly gave orders to his crew. Vanadict stood looking out the viewing window, staring out at the cold stars, wondering about this new race she was to meet. An ally of the Novans...so they cannot be all that bad. Though I must admit, the Novans have odd tastes in, well, just about everything. A message deployed from the Communication's Center and flew on a silent stream of data though the vaccumm to it's target, the outpost:
This is the Xiscapian Cruiser Legacy, bound for the Crowning of the new Empress with a diplomatic party. Inclosed are (encrypted data) passkey for Platinum authorization to microjump to Midgard.

We thank you most gratiously for you well wishes. May your people prosper amid peace and harmony.

Sincerely,
HIH, Crown Princess Dominique Evangaline Alexandra Ryder
Interstellar Empire of Tanara

a message was sent back

peace and harmony , we no longer know what those things are ,as it been so long that we been with out them , just ask who ever the Xiscapian sending if they still around on how long that they not seen or heard from us

A Cruiser popped into realspace suddenly near The Enternal.

The Ambassador in The Enternal looked our of the ship and saw the Xiscapian vessel cruising close to his own. The Ambassador, being true to his job called out to the Vessel...



It good to see Allies here. I have a good feeling about this. I hope all goes well for you as well.

It good to see Allies here. I have a good feeling about this. I hope all goes well for you as well.
"Captain."
"What is it, Comms Officer?"
"We're being hailed by the Hobbeebian ship. I.D. indicates it to be The Enternal."
"Message back, likewise."
"Wait." Vanadict strode forward. "I'd like to answer myself, if you don't mind."
The Communication's Officer, a young male kitsune with tawny fur and deep orange eyes, shook his head. "All yours, Mrs."
We feel the same way. Please allow me to introduce myself: I am Chief Ambassador Vanadict. It is a pleasent alternative to the war and destruction which seems to occur so frequently in our nation, to go to a Crowning. We sense nothing amiss, I feel a good time will be had by all.

"Madam Ambassador Marcellus, Greetings and welcome to Tanara. I am Captain La'shieri of the Battle Cruiser Fate's Hand. We will be transporting you and your bodyguards to our Flag Bridge upon your ready signal."

Once the ready reply had been recieved Ambassafor Marcellus and her two bodyguards found themselves in a private transporter chamber just off the Fate's Hand's well appointed Flag Bridge. The Battle Cruiser's Captain, a slender and very petite Xa'Cz'inni bowed gravely and ushered the Angenterian's on to the Flag Bridge.

"Madame Ambassador if you would like to observe from the Admirals chair" The Xas waved to the elevated and most centrally located pedastled 'throne'. "Please feel free. Or if you would like to observe the holo display you are most welcome to. Might I offer you some refrestments?"

The massive three meter array, encircled by the various battle stations and observers seats, was vivid and incredibly detailed in it's display. It was currently on tactical view rather than strategic and the detailing of ships and the nearby System Defense Platforms were completely true to view.

The Ambassadors two body guards had been escorted to nearby observers seats by the Captains Aide, a cheerfull faced young woman who offered them refreshments as well.

Once the Ambassador had made her choice, the Fate's Hand slipped away from the AIS Defender and once clear proceeded to do an insystem micro jump that in the blink oif an eye took them nearly a light year in system.

Below then the serene blue marble that was Midgard spun in its dance around the system's stellar primary. It's orbital consorts, Tarra II and Fenngard, too were visible, as the jump point was above the plane of the ecpliptic.

It would be the ambassadors choice to take a shuttle down or be transported directly to the reception point at the Imperial Landing Pad.


Ambassador Marcellus was surprised by the overwhelming hospitality offered by her Tanaran hosts. The ship itself was far ahead of anything currently seen in Angenterian research facilities. She made a mental note to inquire on the specifications of this technology at a later time. After sitting down in the seat offered by the Captain, she borne witness to the first mirco jump ever viewed by an Angenterian. In short, it was stunning. Before she knew it, she was orbiting the Tanaran Homeworld. The view of it was no less spectacular then the drink she was just offered.
In interests of saving time, she decided that it would be wiser to transport down to the surface, rather then take a shuttle. She could view the surface later.

Before leaving, she turned to the Captain
"When will I be able to meet the Empress?"

OOC: Just a note - Hyperspatial Travel's a province of the Republic, not a nation in its own right. Linky (http://z10.invisionfree.com/Republic_Forum/index.php?act=idx) to our forums - we're a vast, single nation, so yar. Just refer to Ared as the ambassador from the Republic. (Sorry if I didn't make that clear - heck, I know there's fifty million posts you need to trawl through and respond to here).



"I'm heading over to the blue terminal to greet Ambassador Ared Page from Hyperspatial Travel. " Michiko stood, giving Mercy and Rob light hugs before gliding gracefully away accompanied by her Cadre guardians.


Ared straightened his tie nervously. "Lieutenant, weapons are sheathed and unpowered?"

"Of course, Ared. We only brought embassy-strength weapons. At best, they'd stun."

He smiled. "Good, good. Oh.. oh my."

"What?"

"That's.. Michiko Jones. Dowager Empress, I believe."

"Are you certain?"

"I did read my briefing. There wasn't that much in there, but she matches the description - and picture, perfectly."

Now, he knew what was happening. Away from the hubbub of the terminal, he strode confidently towards her, taking a bow, and a flourish, as he reached her, deep enough that it almost seemed overdone, yet not quite. Naturally, as the higher-ranking person here, it was her right to speak first, and so he waited.

Hyperspatial Travel

Does the Dowager Empress wish to see us immediately?"

"Actually, Ambassador Page, I have to apologize for being reprehensibly late" Michiko called cheerfully as she glided up to the welcoming group, a winsome smile gracing her lips. "There was a small miscommunication about an arrival bouquet. But somehow I don't think you will take it amiss? I have champagne and noshes waiting to make up for the lack of flowers" Her eyes twinkled as she made a tiny graceful curtsy, and offered the Ambassador her hand. Her dark and gold over robe (http://www.atddm.com/orobe1.jpg) showed off the deep ivory satin of her gown dashingly. (http://www.atddm.com/wsgown.jpg)

The Dowager Empress was a law unto herself when it came to fashion. She wore what caught her fancy, but again with as mixed as the Empire was, species wise, fashions raged from outrageous to nearly nothing outrageous, from fashions from every era of every culture to body paint, to skin, fur, feathers and scales.

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Hobbeebian Imperium

This is Hobbeebian Imperium Vessel The Eternal requesting Platinum Clearance to attend the Coronation service. Aboard is Hobbeebian Ambassador Razyn Drautica.

'Welcome to the Tanaran Empire, The Eternal Thank you for transmitting the Clearance. Please feel free to transit on to Midgard. You assigned parking spot is at these coordinates. Also Traffic Control has issued an advisory that with the extensive numbers of arrivals they are requesting all ships to please remember the 50 KM safe zone about each vessel.

Dowager Empress Michiko will be made aware of the arrival of Ambassador Razyn Drautica and entourage, and suites have been ready in the palace proper. The suites will be close to those set aside for the Xiscapian Ambassador Vanadict. System Defense Fortress Thorgard 1 out" was the reply as they transmitted the parking coordinates for the Hobbeebian starcraft.

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Xiscapia

This is the Xiscapian Cruiser Legacy, bound for the Crowning of the new Empress with a diplomatic party. Enclosed are (encrypted data) passkey for Platinum authorization to microjump to Midgard.

'Welcome to the Tanaran Empire, Legacy. This is System Defense Fortress Thorgard 1, processing and authorizing Thank you for transmitting the Clearance. Please feel free to transit on to Midgard. You assigned parking spot is at these coordinates. Also Traffic Control has issued an advisory that with the extensive numbers of arrivals they are requesting all ships to please remember the 50 KM safe zone about each vessel.

The Cruiser turned ever so slightly and jumped. It reappeard a short time later at the "parking lot" of ships. The Legacy's Captain raised his eyebrows and his eyes widened. "Will you look at that." he whispered. Ships, everywhere. Most of them seemed to belong to the same nation, presumably the host Tanara. The Cruiser pulled into it's parking space, marked by the coordinates received in the transmission. As the engines settled from the near-white of movement to the light blue of rest Vanadict stared around at all the ships arrayed around. "Which one am I to go to?" She felt confused, a feeling which was most certainly uncomfortable and one she was not associated with.

The message that was received assured Razyn of his own feelings. As the parking spots coordinates where received, The Enternal started off towards its place so that the Ambassador could begin his duties and formally introduce himself to whom they had sent to meet him. Though they knew where they would be staying, they had to resist the urge to dime-jump into it as it may provoke action. so the Ambassadorial team decided to do as most of the others and simply take a craft down to the palace proper and do things the old fashioned way. the ship glided without a single engine being engaged and found its place amongst the other ships that had arrived for the event. Razyn and his team baorded a shuttle and began its trek to the Palace Proper to begin making preps for the upcomming times.


The shuttle was an older model but it worked. the shuttle made its way into the atmosphere softly and made on entry flames, they didn't wish to be rude. the shuttle glided gracefully to the place designated and landed... It seemed this place had a nasty habit of making shuttle have odd landings, as the shuttle slightly pulled to the left hand side. Once landed Razyn and team disembarked and awaited someone to greet them.

The nerves were gone, now. He gestured, seemingly idly to the four guards that were with him, and they fell back a few paces, the lieutenant included. He took her hand, and regretted his lack of variety in clothing. He did not look especially interesting - a somewhat older, round-faced man wearing a suit.

It was warmer on Midgard than it had been on the ship, and he thanked the gods that he'd had the foresight to have nanites installed. They quietly slowed his sweat glands on his forehead.

He smiled, then. "Ah, Empress, you will find that royalty is rarely late. Rather, in such situations, those around them tend to be early."

Hyperspatial Travel

"Ah, Empress, you will find that royalty is rarely late. Rather, in such situations, those around them tend to be early."

Michiko's dimples came out with another of her warm smiles. "Thank you letting me off the hook so adriotly. But I'm only elected, and now retired royality. Could I impose further upon your good graces, Ambassador? The arrivals are coming at their own pace, and unfortuantely there are not two of me." She tucked her hand into his arm, and with skillful gentleness ( while making it look as if he were the one in charge ) guided him over to a newly arrived group.

With equal diplomatic suavity she disengaged herself and took a quarter step forward, making sure the Ambassador Page was included as she greeted the newcomer.

Hobbeeia

"Ambassador Drautica, Welcome to Midgard. We are so pleased that you could come." Michiko gave a lithe dip of a curtsy, and offered her hand to his Excellency Razyn. "I'm Dowager Empress Michiko Jones, and might I introduce the Ambassador from the Republic, the Honorable Ared Page." She looked up at the tall silver haired Eborian, not the least disconcerted by his glowing white eyes. Of course after her life there was little that could truly disconcert her.

Xiscapia

'Legacy This is ILP control, I apologise for bothering you, and I hope we aren't embarrassing ourselves further, but some one forgot to inquire if the Honorable Ambassador wished for Transportal or will you be sending a shuttle down?" The communications officer ws clearly disconcerted by the lapse, her blush could clearly be seen throught the fine irridescent scales that covered her angluar face.

Oh, she's good.. He laughed inwardly. She's a politician. They're generally very good at this sort of thing.

Page merely waited as he was introduced, and then smiling broadly, extending a hand towards Razyn, inclining his head slightly.

"Your Excellency. It is a pleasure to meet you."

An odd creature, he decided. He knew of the Hobeebians, but, as far as he knew, the Republic didn't have any diplomatic contact with them. Delving into his own mind, he decided to have a chat with the resident nanites.

Gents. I'm assuming my mind is unreadable? I'm not sure whether or not some of the ambassadors here might have psionic powers, and it could be quite embarrassing to have my mind read, hm?

The gestalt-mind that his nanites made up, scarcely intelligent in its own right, spoke, a sibiliant voice sounding in his head. To his credit, Page made it seem as if there were none. After all, summoning up one's nanites in the middle of conversation could be considered rude, if you were privy to Travellian manners.

It's good. They'd need to puncture your mind with a megawatt-power laser to get a single thought out of you.

Can't say the analogy makes me any happier, but thanks all the same.

After shaking the Hobeebian ambassador's hand, his smile almost faded away, gone for when he might next need it. After all, he was slightly plump, and the image of the jolly fat man was not one that gained him dignity.

If Michiko ever figured out that the Honorable Ambassador Page classified her as a politician, well there be a duel, and she wouldn't go for a wound. Michiko despised, to put it gently, those bottom dwellers with a cold fury. No she was no politician. What she was, was a Lady who had been an unwilling, but be damed if she would give less than a 110% effort to being the best Empress she could be, Empress for nearly fifty years, and a Diplomat and a Stateswoman for over thirty years after that.

And as to her mind being able to be read, by any one she didn't desire to; first off she was a active mutant, was currently wearing an all but invisible suit of Paladin Armor, and about her neck hung a Shadow Matrix forged by the Lady of Cats Keep herself. No it'd take a terrawatt to get through those layers of protection. And she'd know they were trying it. There was a very good reason that the Dowager Empress needed only two Cadre assigned to her.

OOC: Posting again because of no response.

Ambassador Marcellus was surprised by the overwhelming hospitality offered by her Tanaran hosts. The ship itself was far ahead of anything currently seen in Angenterian research facilities. She made a mental note to inquire on the specifications of this technology at a later time. After sitting down in the seat offered by the Captain, she borne witness to the first mirco jump ever viewed by an Angenterian. In short, it was stunning. Before she knew it, she was orbiting the Tanaran Homeworld. The view of it was no less spectacular then the drink she was just offered.
In interests of saving time, she decided that it would be wiser to transport down to the surface, rather then take a shuttle. She could view the surface later.

Before leaving, she turned to the Captain
"When will I be able to meet the Empress?"

Angenteria

"When will I be able to meet the Empress?"

"I must apologise Honored Ambassador Marcellus. I do know that the Deputey Minister of State, Lord Morgan Kincannon is waiting to greet you. Though if memory servers me aright, there is a formal reception hosted jointly by Empress Kaylinde Moore, and her soon to be coronated Heir Crow Princess Dominique Ryder, specifically for the arriving Ambassadors." The Xas bowed slightly and escorted the Ambassador and her guards back to the Transport chamber.

In another spill of light, the Angenterians found them in a luxuriously appointed chamber where elegantly attired man, looking to be in his very late twenties or early thirties was waiting. He bowed and introduced himself "Ambassador Marcellus, I am Lord Morgan Kincannon, and the Minister of State, who's Deputy I am, has requested that I tender our apologies for the delay."

He had the look of Black Irish about him - lean but broad shouldered, tall, very fair skin with brilliant blue eyes beneath neatly groomed but obviously naturally wavy dark hair. A delicate bouquet of native flowers rested in the crook of his arm

OOC: bloody hell. I had a nice freaking post and it disappeared on me because of a few blocks of the city losing power...so, here goes again...

IC:

Aeris maneuvered the shuttle with ease onto the landing platform, her hands holding the controls with a steady grip. Although she was an empress, and fully within her capabilities to be as pompous as she wished, she never was like that. Rather, she was down to earth, and could be seen working alongside her underlings on whatever she wished.

"Lady!" the ambassador exclaimed as he stared at her feet peeking out from beneath her dress, "You've forgotten your shoes!" His eyes moved up to meet her smirking face. He raised an eyebrow at this.

"I rarely ever wear any footwear, ambassador." Aeris informed him, "I find it much more comfortable to go without. It's a common thing amongst my people." She extracted herself from the pilot's seat as she hit the autopilot button that would send the shuttle back to the mothership as soon as they were offloaded. "Besides," she said waving her hand in the air, "Am I not empress? I answer to no one, and rarely to my husband even then."

The ambassador, embarrassed now, fumbled with a button on his suit. She placed a hand on his arm. "Relax. No harm, no foul. Come." she said quietly, leading the way out of the shuttle. The ambassador nodded furtively, following her silently. One might have gotten the impression that he felt like a whipped dog.

Aeris approached the two figures waiting a safe distance from the shuttle, her gait lithe and smooth. It was almost as if she flowed over the ground, not touching it. Approaching Mercy first, she held her hands out to hold hers as they shared a kiss upon the cheek. "Mother." she greeted warmly. Although she wasn't really her mother, they had already discussed that it would be all right for Aeris to refer to her as such. She had after all, never known her true mother and Mercedez had been as good as any during her younger years.

Next, she turned to Robert with a warm smile, her heart singing as she met his gaze. "And you...you're a sight for sore eyes..." she greeted him, embracing him for a moment with a kiss to boot. Parting, she wrapped an arm around his waist while her other hand gestured toward the ambassador, "May I introduce to you two our newest ambassador to the Tanaran Empire, Claudius Scott?"

The ambassador bowed respectfully to the two of them, "The pleasure is mine. I am honored to be here."

They’d been planning to go on something rather bigger and more impressive. Unfortunately, the unmentionable had impacted the rotary air circulation motivator over Mars, and now the entirety of the general tasks war-fleet was stuck in orbit there, doing something over-complicated. As such, the patrol ship they were now taking was one-sixteenth the length of the cruiser they’d been intending to, even though at two hundred and fifty meters, it was still not really terribly small. A cross/triangle shaped vessel, it lacked some of the Aesthetics of typical necrontyr ships, being a blend of both their own technologies and those of a few other nations.

The portside lounge was not small, by any means, with large windows looking out at the stars as they ‘cruised’ at a ‘slow’ pace that would take them ‘merely’ an hour to arrive at their remarkably distant destination.

The Senator sat, tapping his foot, and reading what was known, they seemed to be some of the few people in the universe who actually possessed a star drive technology faster than the necrons’ own – this wasn’t the maximum speed of the Eranaiarniti class courier, though it wasn’t that far – and if there was no better reason for going, it would be interesting to see it in action. For this reason, an even smaller patrol ship, a ‘mere’ one hundred and sixty metres in length, encrusted with probes and vanes, a customs ship by classification, but currently tasked with something quite different, accompanied half a dozen light seconds off to the port.

The star-field that drifted past at an astonishing rate was actually artificial, as any person who’d travelled on these ships before knew; there was nothing to see, even with the various advancements a real view outside would be red-shifted into insensibility. But it was much prettier to look at stars.

He picked up a pen and began to write in long flowing text, that was scanned as he wrote it…

Lord Senator Herenecco nos Anarórë to Her Majesty Dowager Empress Michiko Sierra Jones Greetings,

I am sorry to say that events at home have prevented my prompt attendance, and I suspect that I may be unfortunately late due to unavoidable circumstances at home. Nonetheless, it would be my honour to attend,

I Melain berio le, a ná gweth ú-dhanno am cherth dín,
Henecco Anarórë

"Lord Morgan Kincannon" Marcellus began "I am pleased to make your acquaintance." She bowed politely. In such a beautiful and extravagant place such as this, an Angenterian military uniform seemed so....out of place. These people were clearly unlike any culture seen before by Angenterians. Honestly, Ambassador Marcellus wasn't quite sure how to proceed.

"We are honored to be allowed to attend the coronation of your new Empress."

She eyed the bouquet of flowers sitting in the Deputy Minister's hand. Were those for her?

Xiscapia

'Legacy This is ILP control, I apologise for bothering you, and I hope we aren't embarrassing ourselves further, but some one forgot to inquire if the Honorable Ambassador wished for Transportal or will you be sending a shuttle down?" The communications officer ws clearly disconcerted by the lapse, her blush could clearly be seen throught the fine irridescent scales that covered her angluar face.
The Captain coughed softly. "No need, we will be sending a shuttle down. It's alright." Even now in the hanger a diplomatic shuttle, stark white and gleaming, was taking on the last of it's fuel to make the trip planetside. Vanadict waited patiently with her arms inside her robes. Her wear was made up of a headdress and cloak of tzin-tzin feathers, colored deep purple and black. The headdress and robes were a unexpected gift from the Muri of Pamaltela, and they fit the Vanadict well. Her long, dark red hair was tied into a braid with a silver hair band. Her vixen tail was bushy and almost disproportionally large, red colored like her hair. On her feet under the hem of the robes were soft, short tan boots, designed so the wearer could walk silently. A black katana sword, plain and undecorated, hung at her side. Beside her stood the possible Embassy Ambassador, Vorn. A kitsune with skin the color of dark chocolate and fur as black as the deep reachs of space, he fidgited nerviously. He wore black and deep purple robes as well, although these were made of cloth and not feathers. His yellow eyes and sharp, white pointy teeth attracted the eye among the darkness of his face. A red katana dangled at his waist, the sheath glittering and reflective. Vorn was relatively new to the Xiscapian Diplomatic Corps, young and inexperienced. With the war on and all, he would have to be trained on the job, possibly to help negotiate Rebel surrender. Behind the two kitsune diplomats silently stood two Black Guards. (http://web.nafcs.k12.in.us/users/galena/Classrooms/Fifth/student51_Smith_Web/TANNER/Tannerpix/Shadow%20trooper%20II.jpeg) Faceless, cold and emotionless, they were usually dispatched with diplomats or those of power, for protection. Their imposing black armor was reminicent of other, more unpleasant soldiers. Not that Vorn and the Vanadict could not defend themselves. All diplomats had at least basic self-defense skills, and Vanadict could weild her katana quite skillfully. However, it was a soldiers job to fight for the diplomat, and that was how it went. The shuttle was finally completly ready and the small party boarded, first Vanadict then Vorn and finally the two guards. The shuttle gracefully lifted off and flew though the hanger shields down towards the planet. Upon entering atmosphere the shuttle slowed significantly, landing elegantly on the pad. The ramp lowered in a soft hiss and the diplomatic party slowly made their way down.

A small flash in space appeared as a small Diplomatic vessel approached, being careful to stay out of the more dangerous and heavily defended systems. It was flanked by two larger ships identifiable as the D-Class Cruisers Dreamstate and Deletion.

As the ships maintained position, a message was sent

This is the Alversian Diplomatic Ship APS Unity we were hoping to be
able to establish diplomatic relations with the Tanaran Empire

As a symbol of good faith, the Alversians powered up their shields but powered down their weapons.

"Ambassador Drautica, Welcome to Midgard. We are so pleased that you could come." Michiko gave a lithe dip of a curtsy, and offered her hand to his Excellency Razyn. "I'm Dowager Empress Michiko Jones, and might I introduce the Ambassador from the Republic, the Honorable Ared Page." She looked up at the tall silver haired Eborian, not the least disconcerted by his glowing white eyes. Of course after her life there was little that could truly disconcert her.

Razyn bowed to both the retired Empress and Ambassador Ared Page while keeping his face pointed up as to maintain eye contact with his greeters. In Hobbeebian culture it was one of the worst dishonors you could present to a host to lose eye contact.

" I am most greatful to meet you Empress Michiko, as well as you Ambassador Ared. I do not believe our nation have had any kind of formal contact... a pity. Well while we are here it would be prudent of us to make sure that never happens again."

Message To: The Interstellar Empire of Tanara

Mistress Black has ask that we send her with her four week old to see what going on, on our behalf
we request a area of your space for our ship to drop into known space

Mercy greeted her daughter in law warmly. They had bonded strongly during the decades long Dark Wark that had near wrecked the Fatal Terrain region. If not for the Tanaran Empire agreeing to openly resume their contact with their daughter colony, Tanaara, and send military aid the whole region might now be nought but an aird waste land, the playground of the Demonics.

She had been very pleased when Aeris and Rob had wed. She had had deep fears that their nascent relationship might not survive the incident at the regional conference where Aeris had nearly killed Rob. But both were made of stronger, and more lovong stuff than that. While their union was more often one of seperation than togetherness - both worked hard for their nations, their love for one another was profound and came from the depths of their souls.

Rob was not content with just a hug and scooped hi protesting wife up and spun her about. "How I have missed you love" He whispered in her ear and sealed that declaration with another kiss. He turned with her as she introduced the man following along meekly behind her.

"May I introduce to you two our newest ambassador to the Tanaran Empire, Claudius Scott?"

"The pleasure is mine. I am honored to be here."

Mercy nodded with a small smile in a friendly way and Rob shook hands with the new Ambassador, but his smile was more guarded.

Both Mercy and Rob frowned inwardly - both had noted his demenor as Aeris and He had crossed over to where they stood.. A man that all but slunk along with all the spirit of a broken horse wasn't going to do well here in the Tanaran Empire. The Tanaran's were a proud, strong people who bowed to no one - barely at all to their chosen ruler - their interstellar neighbors would have gobbled them up long since if they had. And the rulers of Tanar had to be even toughter to ride herd on multiple species, societies and cultures.

Thier matching internal estimation was that the good ambassador would not last here. Kaylinde had no liking for lap dogs- look at her choice of husband - and Dominique had none either. She run right over him, so it was a good thing that the two nations were long time allies. Though Rob did wonder at what Aeris had been thinking when she made such a choice as the 'Face of Tarlachia'.

He and his mother had joinly decided on the formidible Sir Daveed Roth - and his Lady wife, the lovely Celestial Shai (http://www.atddm.com/dands.jpg), had agreed to be the Goodwill Ambassador for Cats Keep until the Lady of the Keep had a chance to appoint a formal Ambassador.

"The view here is lovely, but with every one arriving and the wind picking up" The Imperial Landing Pad was over a mile above the lake's deep indigo waters and the view was spectacular, but at the moment a bit chilly "Lets get every one settled, there is the formal reception and dinner for all the Ambassadors this evening to get ready for." Mercy urged and began to head to where the goldola elevators, or Transporter would take them to the palace below.

Servants had quietly and effexiently seen to their luggage and it was already waiting in the reserved suites. Mercy, Aeris and Rob, and their Ambassadors had spacious suites on the top floor - with marvelous views of the private section of the palace'sl gardens - of the Imperial wing. Only Empress and her family, Dowager Empress Michiko and Empress to be Dominique had suites in that wing. Mercy and the Tanaaran Ambassador - and his wife - had the suites on the right side, Rob and Aeris and the Tarlachian Ambassador had suites on the left. They were immense affairs fully capable of holding small receptions in incredible luxury.

Fortunately the missive from the Ctan had arrived shortly prior to the sudden near simultaneous arrival of several Delegates and Ambassadors...

Ctan

Lord Senator Herenecco nos Anarórë to Her Majesty Dowager Empress Michiko Sierra Jones Greetings,

I am sorry to say that events at home have prevented my prompt attendance, and I suspect that I may be unfortunately late due to unavoidable circumstances at home. Nonetheless, it would be my honour to attend,

I Melain berio le, a ná gweth ú-dhanno am cherth dín,
Henecco Anarórë

From The Dowager Empress Michiko Sierra Jones,
unto the most honored Lord Senator Herenecco nos Anarórë

And may the Stars smile upon thee! I do hope that, whatever are the unavoidable circumstances at home are, they be resovled quickly, easily, joyfully and honorably. I, on behalf of my people, welcome your visit, and lateness in such circumstances is of no matter. This, like all such national festivites ,is such that if you miss one reception, party, ball, gala, street fair, ad infinitium, there is always another about to start. We take our celebrations seriously" The hologram of the Dowager Empress clearly showed the twinkle in her lovely dark eyes, and her dimpled smile. "We await your arrival in your own time, and I have reserved suites at the Palace proper for you and your entourage. Enclosed you will find the encrypted Platinum clearance. May your journey be swift and safe." Michiko signed off and turned to one of her secretaries in a tizzy,

Every one starfaring knew of the Ctan, but few had interaction with them, and Tanaara wasn't one of those, not until now a least. "Ignacio, I don't even have their language in my transcomp. Please get it downloaded as quickly as possible."

Then she had been off to meet for a moment with HM, Queen Mercedez and HRH, Crown Prince Robert of Tanaara and meet the arrivals of ...

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Ambassador Drautica of Hobbeebia, Ambassador from the Republic, the Honorable Ared Page and Dowager Empress Michiko Jones

" I am most greatful to meet you Empress Michiko, as well as you Ambassador Ared. I do not believe our nation have had any kind of formal contact... a pity. Well while we are here it would be prudent of us to make sure that never happens again."

"I agree completely Ambassador Drautica. The more friends, we have the wealthier our hearts and souls are." Michiko agreed, then adressed both men "And please, both of you, could you call me Michiko. Standing on formality can be an excellent thing, but I sincerely want, not only our nations, but ourselves to be friends." Michiko's appeal was genuine. She might have grown up never seeing more than a handfull of people together at any one time - her long dead father had been a treasure hunter exploring the far corners of unpopulated uncivilization and taken his motherless child with him- but Michiko was a natural 'people person', and that gentle, from the heart, caring came through in all she said and did.

And the arrival of Vanadict, personal envoy from the Kitsune Emperor...

The arrival of yet another Ambassadorial shuttle, gleaming white, and bearing the Xiscapians was brought to her attention via her A. I. assisstant, Dormouse, and she looked over to see the Xiscapian Senior Ambassador and her entourage disembark.

Once again she maneuvered it - with one of the men on either side of her, arms linked if they permitted the gallant familiarity -she made her way over to the Xiscapians and began anew the introductions....

"Madame Vanadict, Ambassador Vorn, be welcome to Midgard. I am Dowager Empress Michiko Jones, and might I introduce Ambassador Drautica, of the Hobbeerian Imperium, and the Ambassador from the Republic, the Honorable Ared Page."

Then she did a figurative step back, letting her personality fade so that the foursome could begin their own greetings, and hopefully founding friendships that would enrich all of their varied peoples....

Razyn had a warm sensation come over him as he ws touched by Michikos arm as she so gentlely placed it around his. It was a sensation that he was fimiliar with. His body was reacting to her touch in ways that would be considered inappriopraite in his culture. His feelings where forbidden to those not of Eborian Bloodlines. Razyn tried his best to keep his composure as he was being introduced to
Madame Vanadict. As Michiko finished her words of introduction Razyn bowed and introduced himself to Vanadict once more...

" Well seeing one face to face makes introduction a bit tougher. In addtion to my greetings while aboard our ships, I wish to say hello face to face. It is good to see friends here."

Razyn then stepped back to the side of Michiko was seemed to be hiding herself slightly behind the two of them. Razyn could hardly stand his emotions as he could smell the pheremones radiating off of her as she delighted in the presence of other people. It was driving him insane. One problem with eborian people is that they only mate once every 100 years. and Razyn was past due by 50 years....

" Mrs. Michiko... I ....I need to return to my ... my crew for a second... I will retun soon."

ILP Transporter lounge, Angenteria Ambassador Marcellus...

"We are honored to be allowed to attend the coronation of your new Empress"

Morgan smiled, seemingly completely comfortable with everything and not finding Terminia's uniform out of place at all. He saw her as a lovely woman proudly bearing her people's honours. The Military Tradition in Tanaara was a proud one and utterly gender neutral.

"We are the ones honored Ambassador." He presented her the bouquet with a gallant flourish that was comepletely natural to him. "If I might be permitted to escort you to your suite? Would you prefer to go by gondola elevator so that you may view the Palace grounds and Nova Terranis, or would you prefer to be Transported?"

Alversia

This is the Alversian Diplomatic Ship APS Unity we were hoping to be able to establish diplomatic relations with the Tanaran Empire

"Greetings unto the representative of Alversia. We will gladly accept and accredit an Ambasssador from your nation to ours. APS Unity, you are most welcome to transit on to Midgard. Dreamstate and Deletion, you are welcome to transit as well. We are offering shore leave to all escort ships so that their crews might partake of the festivites. We understand that you are close allies of the Xiscapians, and wish to let you know that they have already arrived and Madame Vanadict is on Midgard at this time"

Thee reply from the Palace, the Minister of State's office directly.

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Imperial Isa

Mistress Black has ask that we send her with her four week old to see what going on, on our behalf we request a area of your space for our ship to drop into known space

Unto Imperial Isa,
Dowager Empress Michiko Jones,
From the Minister of State

Mistress Black and her child are welcome to attend the Coronation of Empress to be Dominique Evangaline Alexandra Ryder. However as the actual coronation and most festivites are not suitable venues for the presence of such a young infant we will gladly provid,e a well trained nanny staff. Indeed Empresses Kaylinde's youngest daughter having avowed no interest in the proceedings, has volunteered her services as primary "babysitter". Please be advised that we have been apprised of your nations predeliction of considering every place as a theater of war, or high danger level. This is simply not the case with Midgard, and especially Nova Tarranis, and the Palace grounds. We will not allow you to bring more than a pair of bodyguards, and they may not be carrying excessive military gear or armor.

The sound was not quite what any would think to hear from the vehicle on the rollers. The car, a 1994 Mazda RX7, was letting out a sound far from that of even the most extreme race ported motor. Instead of the usual repeating braps, the cacophony of sound was a mix between that of crackling aluminum, banging tin, and the drum introduction to Van Halen's Hot for Teacher.

Underneath the open hood of the lithe, agile Japanese sports car was not much more than pure muscle. Not quite the refined, freely high revving rotary motor, the four hundred and twenty seven cubic inch V8, dubbed LS7 by Chevrolet, was sending power to the back wheels in numbers that even some Supra and Viper owners would blink at. A close eye would notice that the rear wheels were actually spinning faster than the dyno rollers, causing even then a low reading.

If one could consider 850rwp low.

Ryan Fortier was sitting in the passenger's seat, looking intently at a lap top screen, while Steven Salazzo, owner of Angry Triangle Tuning, stood on the throttle, rounding out fourth gear. Dyno tuning was the last step in any build the two worked on, and the goal was to see at least nine hundred horsepower, and torque to match.

As the sound of exploding tin, drum solos, and roar of spent waste gas bouncing out a set of custom made titanium long tube headers died down, an offsetting voice called out. Not the deep roar of the big American V8, the demure tone of Steve's wife was a welcome break from the heat of the garage.

"Ya know, if you two don't start wearing ear plugs or something, your going to go deaf."

"Whats that babe?" Steve asked, looking at the brunette in the doorway.

"I'm off to work hun, I'll be back in a few days. You gonna be ok with me gone?"

Ryan chuckled under his breath as he continued to adjust the vehicle's ECU map, pulling out every bit of power they could. Next came the nitrous tuning.

"Yeah babe," Steve replied as he looked over Ryan's shoulder. "Ryan and I are going out to the Seven Stock dinner tonight, then we might go take his Corvette out and pick on the kids. I'm sure I'll survive. Don't make us look to good out there."

Ryan laughed heartily at this. He had once commented that his job was to make sure people who saw Imitora in a good light changed their minds, and those who saw her in a bad light not see for much longer. "The warrior and the diplomat, you make such a cute couple."

"Eat me dude. When are you and Charli gonna tie the knot, anyway?"

"I'll figure it out as soon as we solve this lean spot at fifty two hundred in fourth. Lets hit it again."

The brunette, Anneka Salazzo (http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/7264/nerble_-_zooey_deschnel_gq_01.jpg) sighed, and walked over to the car. She gave Steve a quick kiss on the cheek, and winked at Ryan. "Don't let him do anything stupid while I'm gone."

"No worries. I'll make sure Steve wouldn't do anything I wouldn't."

"That's what I'm afraid of."
___

Unlike the other delegations being sent, the Imitoran arrival was a bit more low key. Instead of a massive battle fleet or war cruiser, Anneka had instead taken a private offering, finding a decent cross galaxy fare, booking her seat up towards the front of the bus, so to speak, and passing off the receipts in her expense reports. The parking wait may have been a bit longer, but it simply gave her more time to over look the information on hand and make any notes.

She exited the flight alone, having turned down the offer for any entourage or body guards. She was well capable of dressing herself, and given the knowledge Steve had, and passed on to her when possible, she was far more than capable of defending herself. She had booked a single room, forgoing any need for suites or penthouses. She didn't plan on being in her own room for anything more than sleeping and grooming, and had no need for a sitting area, a dining area, three beds, eight baths, and a personal wait staff. All she needed was a TV that got HBO and a few extra pillows.

After checking in a getting settled, Anneka made a few quick calls, and then began the tedious process of making sure all the proper gowns and dresses had been brought. It would have been nice to have Steve around for this. He had moved up into his position from the IMC, and like most Imitoran Marines, was far more appearance conscious than ninety nine percent of all living things. However, he was on drill standby for the next week, and had to stay in country.

Confirming that she had all the proper evening and day wear, she found her way back to the bed, and collapsed down comfortably. If her notes, information, they would be sending someone to meet her. If not, she could just simply chalk it up as a singular oops moment, and roll with the local culture from there.

"The view here is lovely, but with every one arriving and the wind picking up" The Imperial Landing Pad was over a mile above the lake's deep indigo waters and the view was spectacular, but at the moment a bit chilly "Lets get every one settled, there is the formal reception and dinner for all the Ambassadors this evening to get ready for." Mercy urged and began to head to where the goldola elevators, or Transporter would take them to the palace below.


Aeris couldn't keep the smile off her face even after Rob had finished doing his anticipated twirl with her in his arms. She did however, notice the nearly perfectly hidden dislike by both Rob and his mother about her new ambassador. Turning to Claudius, she could see why they thought such. He did look out of place, and entirely scared. She sighed softly. Perhaps she had seen more potential in him than there really was and that her hope of giving him this assignment would bring that out of him. She was beginning to think that this trip would not only be his first trip to the Tanaran Empire, but also his last. When the ambassador realized she was looking at him, she gave him a reassuring smile.

She nodded to Mercy, turning with Rob to walk next to him. The ambassador followed a step behind, taking in the extraordinary view of this planet in as much as he could. It truly was beautiful.

"Your world is extraordinary!" he commented loud enough for the three of them to hear. "It'll be wonderful to learn more about your culture and your people other than what I've learned from the archives."

"Madame Vanadict, Ambassador Vorn, be welcome to Midgard. I am Dowager Empress Michiko Jones, and might I introduce Ambassador Drautica, of the Hobbeerian Imperium, and the Ambassador from the Republic, the Honorable Ared Page."
Vanadict bowed low, and Vorn followed suit, leaving only the Guards errect. "Greetings, Empress. Ambassadors." said Vanadict, looking to each one in turn. The one on the left, a Hobbeebian, was not unknown to her. They and the Xiscapians had met during a military conflict, sadly. Apparently a certain Dark Biomech, piloted by a curropted man named Reaver, had gotten out of control and destroyed an entire planet, along with a Hobbeebian war fleet. The Xiscapians had intervened, evacuating civilians from the planet and helping fight Reaver and his evil creation. While not well known, the Hobbeebians had had contact with the Xiscapians, and was considered a kind of a distant ally. The man on the right she did not know, nor had she ever heard of his nation, the Republic. He was rather plain looking, in his gray suit. But, she supposed, he was aiming not to be overly flashy.
" Well seeing one face to face makes introduction a bit tougher. In addtion to my greetings while aboard our ships, I wish to say hello face to face. It is good to see friends here."
Vanadict was about to respond in kind when the man left abruptly. She shrugged mentally. With so many cultures and species going around, who knew what odd custom or strange biological problem could be going on? Instead, she greeting the Republic Ambassador, one Ared Page. "Greetings from the Empire. I hope the day finds you well?"

Unto Imperial Isa,
Dowager Empress Michiko Jones,
From the Minister of State

Mistress Black and her child are welcome to attend the Coronation of Empress to be Dominique Evangaline Alexandra Ryder. However as the actual coronation and most festivites are not suitable venues for the presence of such a young infant we will gladly provid,e a well trained nanny staff. Indeed Empresses Kaylinde's youngest daughter having avowed no interest in the proceedings, has volunteered her services as primary "babysitter". Please be advised that we have been apprised of your nations predeliction of considering every place as a theater of war, or high danger level. This is simply not the case with Midgard, and especially Nova Tarranis, and the Palace grounds. We will not allow you to bring more than a pair of bodyguards, and they may not be carrying excessive military gear or armor.

Message Back
To who ever
don't mistake me for a Imperial Isan as i'am not one and don't like people calling me one, i'am Jaden a Human from the Planet Jade ,freed by the Imperial isans in their long war.

if Empresses Kaylinde's youngest daughter want's to look after my son she can, as for you laying down rules about bodyguards i never had them before and don't have them now


From Mistress Black

Richard Albert Cromwell V (http://www.atddm.com/race3.jpg) cursed under his breath. He'd gotten held up, was now late and the dignatary he'd been requested to greet had left the terminal already. Then Race, as his friends called him, stopped, took a deep breath and smiled wryly. It really wasn't proper for Jedi Masters to swear in public, even under their breath, but he had to admit he wasn't much of a proper Jedi Master. With an internal laugh he reached out lightly and let the evanessance of the Force swirl about him, and sent his own joy out gifting it to all. For him, as for all Jedi, the Force was the very element he lived in, moving though it as a fish though water, natural and necessary... With his soft brown and cream robes swirling about him he strode briskly out of the terminal, heading for the hotel the Imitoran delegate had taken a room at.

Shortly he was activating the annunciator beside the door to one Mrs. Anneka Salazzo's room. * Mrs. Salazzo, my apologies for bing late, but I've been sent by the Dowager Empress, Michiko Jones, the Minister of State to escort you to the Palace.*

He waited her reply.

Dear Mistress Black;

Forgive, or not, the very reasonable mistake of believing that the missive was from Imperial Isa, as it came though their channels. If you did not wish to have it thought that you were an Imperial Isan, then perhaps you should have contacted us though other channels, or been clear about the fact that you are not an Imperial but a seperate polity.. Your original missive stated nothing of your person, planet of origin, nationality or other affiliation.

Your sense of offense is of your own doing, so I will not appologise for it.

If you still wish to attend, you and your son are most welcome.

By my Hand,
Empress Kaylinde Moore

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Dear Mistress Black;

Forgive, or not, the very reasonable mistake of believing that the missive was from Imperial Isa, as it came though their channels. If you did not wish to have it thought that you were an Imperial Isan, then perhaps you should have contacted us though other channels, or been clear about the fact that you are not an Imperial but a seperate polity.. Your original missive stated nothing of your person, planet of origin, nationality or other affiliation.

Your sense of offense is of your own doing, so I will not appologise for it.

If you still wish to attend, you and your son are most welcome.

By my Hand,
Empress Kaylinde Moore

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Message Back

To Empress Kaylinde Moore
sorry my last my message was only waring about me and to say yes to your youngest daughter to taking care of my son and to say about bodyguards ,so no appologise are need
all so the Imperial Isans are the only one's here with dimensional travel and communications technology so all my messages are sent by them and so you know i be showing up on the new Imperial Family ship (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/FT%20Imperial%20ships/ImperialFamilyShipDawn.jpg)that has dimensional travel known as the Ghost drive
From Mistress Black

"As well as can be expected, I suppose."

He grinned. "Actually, far better than expected. Personally, I believed my transport was going to be shot down by some Dratherian marauders mid-flight. But then, I'm a bit of a pessimist. You are the Vanadict, are you not? I'm Ared Page, ambassador from the Republic. Diplomat, actually."

He extended a hand, uneasily.

Fox people. Odd, those. At least I won't be getting any sweat on my palm. That's something.

"As well as can be expected, I suppose."

He grinned. "Actually, far better than expected. Personally, I believed my transport was going to be shot down by some Dratherian marauders mid-flight. But then, I'm a bit of a pessimist. You are the Vanadict, are you not? I'm Ared Page, ambassador from the Republic. Diplomat, actually."

He extended a hand, uneasily.

Fox people. Odd, those. At least I won't be getting any sweat on my palm. That's something.
"Pleased to make your acquaintace, Ambassador Page." She shook his hand with a firm grip, but did so quickly. Shake doggy. It was actually quite humorious to see an Xiscapian confronted with a handshake for the first time. On Xiscapia one bows to greet another, so the handshake was entirely foregin to them. They would simply look at the hand, rather confused, and bow again, much to the amusment of the human or other race on the other end of the hand. Fortuantly Vanadict was an Ambassador, a top on at that, so she was well versed in such things. "Dratherians, you say? We have had...a brief experience with them before. It was decidedly unpleasant."

The palace's myriad servants went quietly and effeciently about their duties, which primarily, at this point, consisted of making sure that the Empire's guest's baggage and personal servants got to the proper suites and were unpacked, and made comfotable respectively, while seeing to any special needs or desires of the honored.

The Ambassadors would find that each of their suites had been decored with them in mind, using the most up to date information available concerning the tastes of each individual. The suites were very spacious, and were comprised of a large, graciously styled reception area, ajoined by a small but elegantly appointed dining room that opened on to it's own balcony for private alfresco dining. A compact, well stocked kitchen and butlers pantry opened off of the dining room. The reception room had it's own balcony and by artfull use of retractable draperies could airily large or cozily intimate. One or two sumptiously furnished bedrooms -each with their own master baths complete with walk in closets and dressing rooms - had sitting nooks warmed by marble mantled fireplaces. No amenity or technological comfort had been over looked.

Bodyguards and personal servants would be housed in large comfortable bedrooms that discretely lay between suites, and had concealed access to 'their' suites.

Each suite had a Concierge - the Palace's master A.I's., attention could be summoned by merely speaking his name - Porthos -aloud. Small handbooks detailing all the functions and amneities had been included in the welcoming gifts. Fruits, beverages, flowers, and small pieces of jewelry ornamented with the glittering precious stones found no where but in the Empire were waiting for the arriving guests.

Foremost among the gifts were hand bound journals, their covers inlaid with the Imperial Phoenix (http://www.atddm.com/tanar.jpg) and bejewled pen sets (http://www.atddm.com/tpen.jpg) .Heavy silk paper waited for ink, the musings or notes of the Ambasadors should they so choose. Old fashioned in the extreme, yes, but the gift had been made so that far more than any holocording, or vidoegraph, those taking part in this momentous occassion would have a very tangibgle reminder.

A small flash in space appeared as a small Diplomatic vessel approached, being careful to stay out of the more dangerous and heavily defended systems. It was flanked by two larger ships identifiable as the D-Class Cruisers Dreamstate and Deletion.

As the ships maintained position, a message was sent

This is the Alversian Diplomatic Ship APS Unity we were hoping to be
able to establish diplomatic relations with the Tanaran Empire

As a symbol of good faith, the Alversians powered up their shields but powered down their weapons.

OOC: Maybe this was missed?

Hobbeebia

Michiko's was an Empath, though that gift had nearly caused her death as a child - but the experience had also made her stronger, and more in control of her Donas. And while she would not deliberately pry she could not but be aware of the tangled state of Ambassador Razyn's emotions and his resultant distress.

" Mrs. Michiko... I ....I need to return to my ... my crew for a second... I will retun soon."

She watched him begin to leave, but could not bear to see him in such confusion and after several strides she caught up to him, placing her hand gently on his arm, hoping he would stop. She was not heavily Gifted with psionics, her only Donas being Empathy and limited Mind Speech, which she could only use by touch. Carefully, in the utmost privacy of the mind, she reached out to the Eborian Ambassador.

Ambassador, forgive my presumption, but you are distressed, and I believe I am the cause of it." Her dark eyes were even darker now with an even stronger understanding of his emotional state. Would...would you accept me as your consort for a time? Allowing me to share in, and satisfy the desire ...oh I am probably making a botch of this. I do not know your people's customs and I am probably being terribly insulting, though please ...I do not offer myself lightly and it honors me that you find me desireable Razyn*

Her mind was open to him, he could see that her offer was not motivated by shame, or guilt, no nothing save a deep desire to see him happy, a compasionate understanding of desire, the fact that she found him desireable as well, and not just from a physical stand point but the fact that she had liked him as a person from the moment they had met.

That his natural personality - the one that is picked up on and subconsciously evaluated at first meeting - made her want to get to know him better...

And he would also be very aware that for an Empath- sharing desire, sharing physical intimacy wasn't just physical - that if they eventually joined she would be sharing her heart mind and soul with him, but without expectation of anything in return.

the Imperial Family ship Dawn drops into known space and send a message

Mistress Black and her son are now here requesting order as what you would like us to do

Anneka's eyes snapped open at the buzz of the annunciator. She had dozed off on the bed, and the play list on the iPod had clicked out.

Mrs. Salazzo, my apologies for bing late, but I've been sent by the Dowager Empress, Michiko Jones, the Minister of State to escort you to the Palace.

Anneka didn't so much as bolt from the bed as get up quickly to her feet. A quick brush smoothed out her clothes, and she snapped a clutch off the bed stand. She checked her hair in the mirror, looking decent enough for the occasion. Her last step was by the closet. She took out the bag holding her dinner dress for later in the evening, placed it on the bed, and made sure the everything had been packed. It would be easier to change later knowing everything was there.

She unbolted the door, and slipped it open quietly with a soft smile.

"You rang?"

"Lady Valeria, We have been contacted by one Mistress Black aboard a ship named Dawn" Traffic control had been tasked with transfering contact with the Jadite, Mistress Black.

"Put me in the communications loop me with her immediately please" Valeria Kerowynn (http://www.atddm.com/Valeria2.jpg), the middle child of Kaylinde and Hans's close knit family. requested as she keyed her float chair in from her suite's broad veranda. She would be trapped in the wretched thing for another three weeks yet, and that agravated her to no end.

Once the direct connection was made ...

"Mistriss Black this is Valeria Moore. I am having our communications officer transmit the authorization and coordinates directly to the Dawn's bridge. When your ship has arrived at it's designated 'parking spot', you are welcome to arrive on planet via either shuttle or Transporter, just contact the Imperial Landing Pad traffic control to finalise your choice. I will be at the ILP to meet you."

Race gave the lady a warm smile and small bow.

"Yes ma'am, and again I do sincerely apologise for being late. We can have servants come for your luggage. It will be far less travel time for you if you would be willing to honor us with your presence at the Palace. We have a suite arranged for you."

He looked past her into the hotel room, his light grey blue eyes automatically doing an assessing sweep. "Might I take your garmet bag?" He offered.

This was one of the city's finest hotels and one that had excellent security, but he did hope she would agree to stay at the Palace - nothing could match the comfort level found there and he felt that it really would be far more convenient for her there, but it would be her choice.

Fortuantly Vanadict was an Ambassador, a top on at that, so she was well versed in such things. "Dratherians, you say? We have had...a brief experience with them before. It was decidedly unpleasant."

His eyes squeezed shut for a second. "Our experience with them has been.. worse, to put it simply. Loriiea, one of the worlds of the Republic, was scoured clean of life a few months ago. One-point-five billion souls, gone in seconds."

He shook his head. "But there is no reason to dwell on such things here. This is a celebration, is it not?"

The smile seemed a little more forced, now. He had known people from Loriiea, as insular as the province had been. It was still hard to accept that an entire province of the Republic was gone. Still, the war was continuing apace, and, he was sure, victory could be achieved soon enough.

Anneka returned the bow, and waved him off in amicably. She had been treated worse, and was also fully aware that she had made sure that her entrance had been a bit quieter than the usual that came to these events.

"Don't worry about it at all. I came in quiet, didn't exactly tell people I would be showing up. That, and I came in on my own, sans any big bad gun ships and death squads slash body guards," she laughed.

She took a quick look around the room, hers not as much an assessing check, but making sure there wasn't anything important un packed.

"I'm fine here, I've stayed in worse. You'd be surprised where they send ambassadors and diplomats and the like. Of course, they tend to be nicer than most. 'Least, thats what I've heard. However, if it would be easier and faster to stay at the palace, I think I can make the move. Just have a few bags," she said, motioning to the closet.

Much like Steve, she tended to live out of her bags when she traveled, mostly for ease of movement and organization. And, unlike many, she traveled light. Two bags, one for casual clothes, the other a duffel for her under garments and make up kit, sat on the floor. Her garment bag for the evening was on the bed, and in the closet, two more hung with gowns for the other events. Shoes to match had been tossed in as well, as well as any other accoutrement.

Anneka slid her fingers into the exposed hanger on the garment bag, and rather easily tossed it over her shoulder. She moved to the door, slipped on her shoes, and smiled at Cromwell.

"Mr. Cromwell, lead the way."

ILP Transporter lounge, Angenteria Ambassador Marcellus...

"We are honored to be allowed to attend the coronation of your new Empress"

Morgan smiled, seemingly completely comfortable with everything and not finding Terminia's uniform out of place at all. He saw her as a lovely woman proudly bearing her people's honours. The Military Tradition in Tanaara was a proud one and utterly gender neutral.

"We are the ones honored Ambassador." He presented her the bouquet with a gallant flourish that was comepletely natural to him. "If I might be permitted to escort you to your suite? Would you prefer to go by gondola elevator so that you may view the Palace grounds and Nova Terranis, or would you prefer to be Transported?"

Ambassador Marcellus cordially accepted the bouquet of flowers. After detecting that the Deputy Minister wanted to show her the glory of what was the Tanaran palace, she accepted to led to the gondola.

"Lady Valeria, We have been contacted by one Mistress Black aboard a ship named Dawn" Traffic control had been tasked with transfering contact with the Jadite, Mistress Black.

"Put me in the communications loop me with her immediately please" Valeria Kerowynn (http://www.atddm.com/Valeria2.jpg), the middle child of Kaylinde and Hans's close knit family. requested as she keyed her float chair in from her suite's broad veranda. She would be trapped in the wretched thing for another three weeks yet, and that agravated her to no end.

Once the direct connection was made ...

"Mistriss Black this is Valeria Moore. I am having our communications officer transmit the authorization and coordinates directly to the Dawn's bridge. When your ship has arrived at it's designated 'parking spot', you are welcome to arrive on planet via either shuttle or Transporter, just contact the Imperial Landing Pad traffic control to finalise your choice. I will be at the ILP to meet you."

Mistress Black was in her room breastfeeding her son when Valeria Moore was put through

Valeria Moore this is Mistress Black the Dawn dose not need to enter your space as the Imperial isan Ebonhawk (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/EbonhawkShuttleClass.jpg) shuttle class can easy cover the distance from where we drop in to your landing pad in a hour when we leave after i've finish feeding my son in a minute or so

Four minutes later in Landing Bay of Dawn

"only the pilot,no co-pilot or gunners like i asked"ask Black to a Clone
'yes only the pilot"said the Clone

Message to Imperial Landing Pad traffic control

Imperial Shuttle 9Q we be there in one hour and here a Image of Mistress Black (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/MistressBlack.jpg)

Hobbeebia

Michiko's was an Empath, though that gift had nearly caused her death as a child - but the experience had also made her stronger, and more in control of her Donas. And while she would not deliberately pry she could not but be aware of the tangled state of Ambassador Razyn's emotions and his resultant distress.

" Mrs. Michiko... I ....I need to return to my ... my crew for a second... I will retun soon."

She watched him begin to leave, but could not bear to see him in such confusion and after several strides she caught up to him, placing her hand gently on his arm, hoping he would stop. She was not heavily Gifted with psionics, her only Donas being Empathy and limited Mind Speech, which she could only use by touch. Carefully, in the utmost privacy of the mind, she reached out to the Eborian Ambassador.

Razyns eyes opened widely as Michikos hand came in contact with his arm. The surge of mental activity rushed over his mind with such force that he had to control his thoughts to himself and the ship ahead, for if he allowing his mind to focus on something forgien he may would have destoryed it. But her calm mind and soothing soul made it much easier.

Her message shot through his mind like a bullet through space, fluid, without resistance. As she held her hand upon his skin, Razyn become more infatuated with her. And as she made her mind open to his he could see everything about her. He could see her pain, her joys, her sorrows. He was falling in love with someone he had never met. As Razyn stood with his back turned to Michiko and with her hand upon his arm time almost stood still for them, she could see in his time, how he saw the world around him. Everything was slow as if in slow motion. She could see the very souls within the people around them and she could see them as they where... good or evil, pure or corrupt. She could see the world through eyes that saw energies that even the most powerful sensors could see. Razyn Spoke back....

" Michiko, I can not offer much to you. And not you are not botching anything up. In fact much the opposite. Your bravery to approach me shows more honor then your can imagine. I hope you undertsand that even as my title as Ambassador I do not see my self any better then the common person on the street, even though I am many years older, even more then you know. I am humbled by your offer and if you would have me... then I will have you. "

While in the flurry of mental contact Razyns hair begun to flow around as if in water, the air swirling softy around them. As the messages stopped he turned to see her face and as he did she would see something that no one else could... his eye color. They where white as the the purest light and and his iris was like a rainbow of colors changing as he held them open.

"Mr. Cromwell, lead the way."

"Please just call me Race, every one does and makes sure I never get mistaken for high powered CEO." He laughed. While his traditional garb let every one know his avocation, some still tried to treat him as one of that ancient and powerful family. The Cromwell family was one of the leading lights in both industry and politics, but Race had never cared for either.

"Oh no need for servants them" With a casual wave the various peices of luggage formed a compact floating pile that he laid a chip of some irridescent, unknown to the Imitoran woman, metal upon. In a spill of light the itmes were Transported to the designated suite at the Palace.

His smile was a little bashful "I came prepared, hoping that you'd agree." Then he moved to stand beside her, pulling a card sized, flat device out of his soft fawn hued leather over tunic (http://www.atddm.com/rrobe.jpg). He tapped a squence with one finger over the inset jewel like inlays.

The authorization give and the pair too disappeared in a cascade of glittering light.

Anneka found herself in an octagonal alcove that opened off of a broad corridor - the elegant and discretely lavish opulence announced that she could be few other places than the Palace. Race led the way, going but a short distance before opening a door and ushering her into a equally generously decored suite - however some one had spent some time studying Imitorans, for it had obviously been designed to make Anneka comfortable. A maid was already sorting the luggand into the suites bedroom and enquired if The Imitoran dignatary would like them unpacked.

"Mrs Salazzo, you'll find, to the right the suite where HRH Crown Prince Robert and his wife Emprress Aeris are staying. past them is the Tarlachian Ambassadors suite. Across from you is the Tanaaran Ambassador's suite. That would be Sir Daveed and Lady Shai, if I remember correctly. Next to them, again to the right, is HM Queen Mercedez's suite." Race explained. "We've put all of the Fatal Terrain guest in this wing, it opens on to the private gardens. My mother and I also have suites in this wing as does Her Imperial Majesty Kaylinde and her family, as well as Dominique."

Race took the time to show her the holo maps of the Palace, Nova Terranis, and to procure for her a secured Transporter pass. "If you get lost or have any problem just key this and it will bring you back to the recieving station we came in throw. If you are injured or concerned it can also be used to get you to the Palace medical department or to Security. Those keys are preset. Other wise you may use the pass to arrive at any open Transporter reception area."

He left her with a small booklet giving the schedule of events...

There would be a grand reception for the official delegates, dignataries and Ambassadors, then the Coronation would commence, and aftewards the Formal Banquet would be held.

The parties, festivals, routs, dances, soiries, balls, galas, street fairs, ad infinitum were already being held across the width and breath of the Empire. There was something for every ones taste in civilized entertainment to be found.

Her eyes were soft and dreamy as they met his, but her mind speech lost none of its rich clarity as she fell into their bottomless depths.

" Michiko, I can not offer much to you. And not you are not botching anything up. In fact much the opposite. Your bravery to approach me shows more honor then your can imagine. I hope you undertsand that even as my title as Ambassador I do not see my self any better then the common person on the street, even though I am many years older, even more then you know. I am humbled by your offer and if you would have me... then I will have you. "


'Razyn, the offer is made in all honor and my deepest sincerity...I am no unawakened, I have loved, heart and soul, two mem in my time, loved them from the moment I met them..and when I saw you...Razyn, I am content, I ask for nothing but will accept joyfully what ever you chose to give. True love doesn't need recripication, true love loves whether it's one way or two way." Her mind voice was gently mirthful.

Dowager Empress Michiko Sierra Jones had been many things in her life, not all of them pleasant or civilized, but she made no effort to hide herself from Razyn's complete scruitny and assesment.

"You see the world most beautifuly" Her mind voice suddenly tinged a blush pink, and as shy as that of a young girls.

Razyn took Michikos hand and placed it into his. He held her hand with a gentle yet firm grip and soaked in her words as if they where spoken form his Immortal Godkings the Triumphant Emperors. Her words took control of his mind and would not let go. He didn't care about her past, he wanted her present and future.

'Razyn, the offer is made in all honor and my deepest sincerity...I am no unawakened, I have loved, heart and soul, two mem in my time, loved them from the moment I met them..and when I saw you...Razyn, I am content, I ask for nothing but will accept joyfully what ever you chose to give. True love doesn't need recripication, true love loves whether it's one way or two way." Her mind voice was gently mirthful.

" Your speech gives me power that I can not use. I find no faults, no need for assesment. I find you as you are perfect, And I can find no need to examine any further. I am glad you think what I see is beautiful. I wish I still felt the same. Years of war have taught me to use my sight to see the living and to hunt it. But your words have reawakened my sight... my true sight, you have washed the sins of my eyes to see in pure life once more. But I even in this moment we must wait...to be together. I am sure you have your dwellings else where and I have mine. And If not to forward... I wish you to come with me to mine.."

Also I sent you a tg...


Back at the ship the crew was have a great time. with no pressing issues to concern themselves with they took the time to practise at some basic combat moves... others wanted to enhance their abilities like water control. This place was growing on the crew...

Angenteria Ambassador Marcellus...

Morgan escorted the Angenteria Ambassasor and her bodyguards over to the elevator. The crystal gondola hung - once they had entered and it moved to the slide rail - suspended on the bottom of the vast arc, the mile high curve of gleaming sky blue metal. At speed, but not at such as to distort the view of what lay without...

The City of Nova Terranis sprawled as far as the eye could see, towers reaching often into five and six hundred stories rose from amid trees - Tanaran Yggdrasill's that themselves rose neearly a thousand feet. They had managed to survive the attempt to destroy Helevorn, the old capitol, and when the Phonex arose, their vast and certainly lethal wounds had healed in that instant, as had many of the city's residents that lay near death from the bringing of a sun to a planetary surface...

As the late evening sun slanted across the rolling countryside the lake shimmered into an even deeper hue, and the numerous streams and waterfalls turned into glimmering ribbands of dusky silver. Antigrav vehicles, both personal and public transport, soared in silent,gracefull lines, routed from destination to destination by the Planetary Traffic A.I....but just as many people walked, or biked on large wheeled comical Peddalaires (http://www.atddm.com/hb1.gif) that had become popular the year before.

And those folk wore skin or fur or scales or flew on vast multihued angel or leathern wings. Many wore clothes, just as many did not... but every where parks and arboretums. Those that had founded this culture had come from an Earth that had squandered it's eden...those that had left their earth had been determined no to let that happen here on Midgard, or else here in the Empire.

The island the Palace and it's grounds enveloped was maybe some twenty five miles long and about eight wide, and lay but a mile off shore. It rose a nearly a thousand feet, at the highest point, above the waters and like the lands surounding it was not flat. The Palace, with it's multitude of wings, and towers, rotundas, spires and halls rambled amid the gardens and small forests. Only one bridge connected the island to the mainland and that led directly to the Great Hall of the Houses, one of only three man made structures that had survived the Nova Bombing of Helevorn now vanished ...

But soon enough he was escorting the Honored Ambasador though the doors to her spacious suite. "Madame Ambassador, I hope that you will find every thing to your satisfaction. If you do not please do not hesitate to speak with the servants assigned to you, or to Porthos, the Palace A.I."

He also offered her a small booklet containing the schedule of Official events.

A Grand Reception for all the Ambasadors and visiting dignataries would be held later this evening earlyish, then the Coronation and later in the night the Formal Banquet.

Your world is extraordinary! It'll be wonderful to learn more about your culture and your people other than what I've learned from the archives."

Rob laughed, while inwardly he cringed and he shot Aeris a quick look "Actually Ambassador, Midgard is the realm of our forefathers. We of Tanaara don't make much of it, but yes we were founded by intrepid adventurers that came back to Earth from here to plant a colony that has grown into the Domination."

"They gave up the technology they had for what was barely better than what was to be found on Earth at the time, and severed all but the most clandestine contact with home. We've diverged from the culture here, what society wouldn't after two hundred plus years of seperation, but the core values are the same, our outlooks are still very similar on many issues." Mercy added "But then again they have some many species we dont, and we have some resident that they don't.... However a Tanaaran is a Tanaaran and a Tanaran is a whole nother beastie" She laughed making light of what she saw as an unforgivable error on the young ambassadors part.

A Transport brought them to the recieving alcove just down the hall from the variously assigned suites. "Ambassador Scott this is your suite. Next to you, to the left is Robs and Aeris's suite and past them is the Imitoran Delegate's suite. I don't know if she has arrived yet. Michiko sent her son to greet her. My suites is across from Robs and Aeris's and next to mine is Sir Daveed and his wife Lady Shai. You will find that this wing is reserved for those from Fatal Terrain and the Imperial family." Mercy turned him over to the suites serving staff.

Your speech gives me power that I can not use. I find no faults, no need for assesment. I find you as you are perfect, And I can find no need to examine any further. I am glad you think what I see is beautiful. I wish I still felt the same. Years of war have taught me to use my sight to see the living and to hunt it. But your words have reawakened my sight... my true sight, you have washed the sins of my eyes to see in pure life once more. But I even in this moment we must wait...to be together. I am sure you have your dwellings else where and I have mine. And If not to forward... I wish you to come with me to mine.."

He could not but feel Michiko's heart leap with delight. Her mind voice was a wicked, husky murmur as she laid her forehead against his chest Oh Razyn, Razyn you can never be too forward. Yes we must wait, as I have solemn duties to attend to...and if I did not have these I would be ... and the series of images of the two of them entertwined let him know very clearly how she felt about what awaited. And yes I will come with you to yours.

She stepped back half a step and let the fingers of one hand discretely carress his flowing hair "Come with me while I finish my duties, Beloved?" She asked as she found she couldn't hide how she felt about him, and her eyes drank him in. He would know that she was too honorable to desert her duties and while his presence at her side would be a sweet torture of anticpation...his presence there would give her strength, and she hoped that her presence would strengthen him...

We have now entered the perimeter zone described as a Frankel Limit, approximately eighty astronomical units. At C, which the ship’s current speed approximates so closely that its mass is increased by several million times, it would take over eleven hours, at least from the perspective of the planet. From the windows, the view was somewhat different, as now, the stars were – compensated for the shift caused by such extreme speed – apparently stationary, Herenecco nos Anarórë knew the status of the ship by mental interface, rather than words; while almost all C’tani had such capacities, they were not always used, there was, as expressed even by Herenecco’s previous act of handwriting, a certain style in less ‘sophisticated’ ways of doing things at times.

A moment later, the star-field shifted again, bringing the almost-invisible pinprick of light that was the system’s main inhabited planet forwards, to dominate the window as the ship flicked forward to a marshalling area there in a miniscule fraction of a second.

Wordlessly, Herenecco rose, putting the materials he’d been examining down, and sauntered down a flight of stairs into a long corridor, with fifty doors along both of its sides, leading to crew rooms. While C’tan vessels carried no crew, as every atom of their structure was part of the computing material that contained their own sapience, this class of vessel had been designed in conjunction with those who did use such things, and as such, it had a substantial volume dedicated to a non-existent crew, or rather, passengers. The crewed variants ran from three hundred and four to five hundred and fifty nine, but on the standard version, there were only three hundred rooms – closer to small suites, or at least, staterooms – on the ship’s main axial corridors, across three decks, two above the FTL drive, one below. The other class was rather more Spartan on crew comforts, and instead, relied on the fact that they were only ever deployed in conjunction with a type of kilometre-long troopship, in order to make long-term deployments manageable. Not that there really was such a thing as long-term deployments these days, but still.

He wandered along the axial corridor, walking down half the length of the ship, down a flight of stairs off to one side, to the lower corridor, above which, through a transparent ceiling, the long, intricate structure of the ship’s most important component, the device that allowed it to accelerate itself to hyperspeed, could be seen.

At the aft of this long corridor, it branched to form two short curved passageways, which joined with two more corridors, leading either way to the flight decks; the necrontyr variant did not carry fighters, replacing the hangar decks above these with drone-manufacturing chambers, and as such, these flight decks were also hangar decks, containing a number of silver, bullet-like shuttles. He paused in a, for want of a better word, cloakroom, and took the long overcoat style robe he’d been wearing when he had arrived from it, checking it for dust or damage, before pulling the long, white and gold garment on, buttoning it up, and fastening a silver belt over it, containing a long, straight sword, among his own people at least, this was ‘traditional,’ and a slender, almost antique looking pistol, the more functional parts in a shimmering silver metal, and other areas made of mahogany, with various gemstones appearing to be functional parts to control the device. There was also a short knife at the back, which was actually more dangerous than either, though one couldn’t tell to look upon it.

This was one of a number of potentially hazardous devices that one would find upon his person, if one looked, but the only one that had an inherently militaristic function. A ‘knife missile’ – a semi-autonomous personal defence drone containing just shy of a hundred micro-missiles, and capable of various acts of mayhem, if appropriately provoked.

One other but moderately important check was to run a system test on another of the nigh-everyone-has-them-but-most-don’t-use-them implants he carried, this one, a web of ECM systems and even slightly magical devices designed to hinder mind-reading and interference, both technological, and psionic. It wasn’t that this system was designed to be unbreakable, as that was fundamentally impossible, but rather, it was designed so that any effort to break through it would need to be energetic enough to be lethal to the user. There were back-doors, of course, and it was a constant task to evaluate new mentallic powers and determine how to effectively prevent them being used without permission, a small, but for those who worked in it, lucrative industry.

Satisfied, he walked out onto the flight deck, and into the aft hatch of one of the slender, bullet-like shuttles that awaited, this one laid out internally, with a smaller number of seats than was possible, but with rather more legroom.

“Exit mother ship and set trajectory according to local instruction,” he said, “external view, full…”

At once, the fruitwood walls disappeared, giving the impression that he was alone, hovering over the deck as the ship manoeuvred to the airlock that left the underside of the ship, and angled downward, revealing the planet below. It was quite attractive, as planets went, he supposed, a little bigger than Earth,” at least from a conventional spatial perspective, he’d read, and consequently Garm, though not, perhaps, Duat.

He had no one else with him; nor did he even have anything that passed as luggage. This wasn’t necessarily due to any prevalence for travelling light, but rather, he had been a second choice, and thus had neither the time to pack, nor any particularly large retinue.

His eyes squeezed shut for a second. "Our experience with them has been.. worse, to put it simply. Loriiea, one of the worlds of the Republic, was scoured clean of life a few months ago. One-point-five billion souls, gone in seconds."

He shook his head. "But there is no reason to dwell on such things here. This is a celebration, is it not?"

The smile seemed a little more forced, now. He had known people from Loriiea, as insular as the province had been. It was still hard to accept that an entire province of the Republic was gone. Still, the war was continuing apace, and, he was sure, victory could be achieved soon enough.
Vanadict bowed her head. "I am sorry to hear of your losses. You are correct, however, this is a celebration." Xiscapia had had it's own war with the entity known as the Society for the Advancment of Social Medicine, or SASM. During that time multiple colonies had been glassed and millions of colonists dead or dissected, their brains "edited" and removed to be placed in a Biodroid, automated shock troops loyal only to the Server. The final battle with the SASM had gutten their allie's fleet, Alversia, with millions of Alversian service men and women dead and two thousand ships destroyed. And with the Rebellion and the looming Danaversian war on the horizon, things were not looking good. Nevertheless, Vanadict had to focus on the event, here and now. "When not at war, Ambassador, what is your nation like? The Republic?"

Alversia
"Greetings unto the representative of Alversia. We will gladly accept and accredit an Ambasssador from your nation to ours. APS Unity, you are most welcome to transit on to Midgard. Dreamstate and Deletion, you are welcome to transit as well. We are offering shore leave to all escort ships so that their crews might partake of the festivites. We understand that you are close allies of the Xiscapians, and wish to let you know that they have already arrived and Madame Vanadict is on Midgard at this time"


OOC: Ah, didn't see that, Sorry. remove this OOC later...

IC:
So, the three Alversian ships moved through the area as instructed towards Midgard. The two Cruisers had their shields at full power although weapons were powered down as a show of faith. The Unity was slightly ahead of the two Cruisers and her passenger was much looking forward to the next few days.

Adam Smith was a Diplomat by nature. These were what he lived for, meeting of new Races and Cultures that the Alversian People may learn and benefit from through friendly interaction. Although formerly a soldier, he preferred to talk than to shoot. The Danaversian War had proven that to him and he joined the Diplomatic Corps just hours after the war's end. He had been stationed on Alversia during the Second SASM War and that had been even harder for him.

Most of the people he met and ships he watched set off for combat never returned. The entire Alversian Deep Space Fleet had been destroyed. They had been responsible for first contact and exploration but now the gap had ot be filled with Novices like himself. He was nervous, true, it would have been stupid for him not to be, but he hoped he could lean on the Xiscapians should anything go wrong.

In the meantime he sent a message back

We would be both honoured and delighted to send an Ambassador
to the surface to meet with you. As for the news of the Xiscapians,
that is excellent. They are an honourable and trustworthy race and
have been our Allies through many dangers. We will arrive in system
shortly

Likewise, the crews of the Dreamstate and Deletion were also looking forward to some time to relax. They were exhausted from the Second SASM war, a war which nearly destroyed their people entirely and left half their Navy in ruins across the Alversian system. Billions killed or Dissected in less than three weeks. It had been tough for the navy, knowing that so many of their Friends would never be seen again, but they would live through it. They had lived through it. The People's Navy's finest hour.

"Imperial Landing Pad traffic control Imperial Shuttle 9Q requesting permission to land"radio the Pilot as Mistress Black sits in a seat holding her son in arms as she day dreams

"word around say They are an army unlike any other" said a Woman to a group of poeple in a room that looked like a kitchen
"mummy who unlike any other"asked a young girl who just waken from her sleep walking into the room
"just some adult talk you would not under stand Black"said the Woman who was talking as she picked her up
"ok mummy,can i have some food"ask Black

"i now know who you were talking about that day mum and it still sadden me that you and dad were killed before you could see that an army unlike any other came and free us"said Black as she open her eye's with tears in them "or get to see your grandson" she added as she looks at her son in her arms

ILP Traffic Control

Imperial Landing Pad traffic control Imperial Shuttle 9Q requesting permission to land

"Roger that ETA, Imperial 9Q, Please land at marker designate Green," The controler replied as his claws flshed over his workstation, sending out the coordinates for the green quadrant of the ILP.

Seconds later he contacted Lady Valeria back apprising her of the arrival status of the shuttle bearing Mistress Black and her son.

"Thank you ILP. Plese advise Reception that I will be there shortly so as to greet Mistress Black myself." Came Valeria's prompt reply.

After breaking connection she looked enquiringly up at her 'maid' "So, Roger, do I look half way presentable?"

"You look as marvelous as ever. However next time why don't you Not take up the Green Knights challenge personally."

"Can't do that, I'm 'Queen by Right of Arms' and I can't back down from an unknown's challenge."

The burly man snorted "Ria that wan't a challenge, that was a freaking not so subtle assassination attempt. We still haven't figured out with faction was so stupid as to ..."

"Roger, leave it be." Valeria cut him off with a snap "The only place I have or want any pull or power is the SCA, and we all know there are loonies a plenty among us there"

"Are you two going over this again." Her mothers arrival cut them off. "Val I just wanted to thank you for taking over watchdogging Mistress Black's son. Are you sure though, we have nanny's enough for an armada of infants."

Valeria's reply was admant "Mom, I don't want any one to be looking at me and pitying the poor woman who can't take regen. It's taking forever to clone me a new spinal column, but that's okay...it's teaching me a sensse of proportion."

The Empress sighed but kissed her daughter on her cheek. "As you wish. I still say the first glimpse of your eyes and they'd forget all about..."

"Mom!" Valeria sighed, then turned to the matter at hand "It's time to 'beam me up Scotty', so Roger, lets be off. I've requisitioned the suite next to mine for Mistress Black, Porthos said it was okay." She saw her mother nodd as she and Roger vanished in a sheet of light to reappear up in the ILP reception area closest to the green landing zone.

With Roger at her side she guided the float chir out to watch the Imperial shuttle descend.

Ambassador Marcellus looked out through the crystal gondola. The city below her was nothing short enormous, with buildings and ships spreading out as far as the eye can see. The lush displays of gardens and arboretums dotted the landscape. The Tanaran Palace itself stood out like a rocket, with spires and towers going up in different directions for miles. The Angenterian Imperial Palace was miles in size in its own right, and even that was still smaller then the Tanaran Palace.

"Even the Emperor Himself would be amazed at what these people have established." Ambassador Marcellus thought. She chuckled slightly at what the Deputy Minister pointed out as "Peddalaires." It was, essentially, a bicycle with a huge front wheel, and a tiny small rear one. She ran a hand through her short black, hair. The gondola was stopping.

She was shown to her quarters, and told that a reception was going to be held later that evening for foreign dignitaries. She got settled in rather quickly: she didn't carry much luggage. She consulted her booklet. The reception would be held soon. Her bodyguards, accompanying her since she arrived, had taken up positions outside the door, giving her some privacy. After ordering a choice of drink from a servant, she decided it was best to learn as much as she can about these people. She summoned Porthos, the Palace A.I. It was the first time an Angenterian spoke with a sentient artificial intelligence. Then again, she's already seen many things an Angenterian has never in their entire lives.

"Porthos, can you give me a description of what exactly the Tanaran Empire is, and where exactly am I?"

There was small burst of light as the three Alversian ships arrived in the system, as instructed, they started to orbit the planet. Smith decided it was time to send another message to the Surface and see if they were expected. This was the First First Contact mission he had carried out and, despite everything, he was sweating at the thought of being the first Alversian to meet this Empire face to face.

This is the APDS Unity, requesting instructions and transport co-ordinates
for Alversian Ambassador aboard. For safety's sake, the Deletion and
the Dreamstate will remain in orbit while their crews go on leave

"We.. vary. It is hard to explain the character of the Republic, for there are so many very nations that make it up. My people, of Travellia, are somewhat quieter than others, though we make up the greatest portion of the Republic. There are the Arcadians, who are brash, somewhat.. obsessive about their freedoms, and often rebellious. There are the Taledonians, who make up the original people of the Republic - they can be quite arrogant, but also equally as noble. We are a diverse nation, and from that springs our strength. However, we are generally isolationist - we leave the universe alone, provided it furnishes us with the same courtesy."

Upon hearing about the SASM, he looked intrigued. "Forgive me, ambassador, but I would like to ask how you defeated them. Did you merely use military might?"

APDS UNITY

This is the APDS Unity, requesting instructions and transport co-ordinates for Alversian Ambassador aboard. For safety's sake, the Deletion and the Dreamstate will remain in orbit while their crews go on leave

APDS Unity, this is Midgard Traffic Control, roger arrival. Please did the Ambassador wish to arrive on Midgard via shuttle or we can Transport him and his entourage down to the Imperial Landing Pad ? Which ever is prefered, at the Ambassadors convienence. Also, for the crews from the Deletion and the Dreamstate - we can dedicate a large scale Transporter for their use, or reserve a specific area of Sierra Station as port facilities - arrivals and departures for your ship's shuttles."

The Novans had quietly passed along the information regarding SASM to their old allies, knowing how the Tanaran's felt about such things- almost exactly as the Imperia did. One Dowager Empress, one current Empress, and one about to be Empress, as well as various WarMasters/resses wished to speak to the Alversians and the Xiscapians about this. The Xa had, after much soothing, had allowed that the Empire could speak for them. There were only two things that might arouse the Xa'Cz'inni to out and out genocide, and as far as could be discerned, SASM was a practioner of one of them.

"We.. vary. It is hard to explain the character of the Republic, for there are so many very nations that make it up. My people, of Travellia, are somewhat quieter than others, though we make up the greatest portion of the Republic. There are the Arcadians, who are brash, somewhat.. obsessive about their freedoms, and often rebellious. There are the Taledonians, who make up the original people of the Republic - they can be quite arrogant, but also equally as noble. We are a diverse nation, and from that springs our strength. However, we are generally isolationist - we leave the universe alone, provided it furnishes us with the same courtesy."

Upon hearing about the SASM, he looked intrigued. "Forgive me, ambassador, but I would like to ask how you defeated them. Did you merely use military might?"
Vanadict sighed. "Yes and no. I know you are unfamiliar with kitsune and their allies, but when a Alversian and an Xiscapian mate, they produce a strange hybid of both, called a Halfbreed. Two of such people, one from the Rebellion, another from the Alversian Armed Forces, were captured by the SASM. They both underwent extensive surgery to conform their brains to Biodroid levels, although they only managed thirty percent completion, the threshhold for independent thought, when the Pathfinder the operation was being done on crashed. Armed with data received and analyzed from the Pathfinder, we applyed it to our ships, and so did the Alversians. Another, unforseen event came up: Because the two Halfbreeds were part Biodroid, they had a direct link with the Server, an A.I. ruler and commander of the SASM. Unfortunatly, the link worked boh ways, and both were nearly driven to insanity by the link. However, they managed to utilize their unique abilities to land themselves and two private contracters onto the SASM Flagship while Allied and SASM forces were engaged in battle. Upon entering, however, neither Halfbreed was able to continue, and the two private contracters destroyed the Server with an EMP bomb, rendering all the Biodroids and Pathfinder commanderless. It was a simple matter to then destroy all the offline SASM equipement and ships. The cost was high, though: Several thousand ships lost with the Alversians, as well as billions of lives, and another thirty thousand Xiscapian lives lost, along with about twenty ships. The final result was victory, though: No Pathfinders or Biodroids walk this universe any longer."

APDS UNITY
APDS Unity, this is Midgard Traffic Control, roger arrival. Please did the Ambassador wish to arrive on Midgard via shuttle or we can Transport him and his entourage down to the Imperial Landing Pad ? Which ever is prefered, at the Ambassadors convienence. Also, for the crews from the Deletion and the Dreamstate - we can dedicate a large scale Transporter for their use, or reserve a specific area of Sierra Station as port facilities - arrivals and departures for your ship's shuttles."


Negative, NTC, He has yet to beam to the surface. We have facilities
to do ourselves but feel it would be easier and more convenient for all
involved to allow you to beam to him to a location of your choosing.

As for the crews of the Deletion and the Dreamstate, they will
also be beaming down, 2,000 crew from each vessel will be beamed to the
surface. The provision of a Transporter would be much appreciated

Smith watched as the Captain of the Unity replied to the Tanaran message. They seemed friendly enough and hopefully, this meeting would go smoothly. However, one he had been taught was expect the unexpected and prepare for it. It only takes one mistake to ruin decades of work. No pressure then...

The crews of the Dreamstate and the Deletion were also looking forward to shore leave. It would be the first since the beginning of the SASM War. IT would also probably be the last with threats of another Danaversian War increasing as well as a growing Rebel movement within their own borders.

The Deletion and Dreamstate were lucky to be here at all. They had orginally set as part of a Task Force to intercept the SASM in Alversian Sector 6. Twenty-three ships of various sizes and classes went out. None returned.

Angenteria

"Porthos, can you give me a description of what exactly the Tanaran Empire is, and where exactly am I?"

The A.I. genially projected a hologram of what he felt he would look like, if he chose to limit himself to 'human' sensibilities...
http://www.atddm.com/porthos.gif

"Good afternoon Madame Ambassador, and I'll be gad to answer your questions to the best of my ability." His voice ws a cheerfull tenor, with just a hint of 'whiskey' to it.

"As to exactly what the Empire is, the best answer I can give is that it is a collection of commom interests, a gathering of various species all trying, approximately, to move in the direction of the Light. The Tanaran's have started only one war in the seventeen hundred plus years we've been here. We've never lost a war. We've grown from some five hundred thousand lost and slightly bemused colonists to a Unity that spans decades worth of light years in many directions."

He went on to explain more (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=547773). He loved talking about his chosen people. He could have embodied himself in an avatar and taken himself anywhere in the universe, he was a being after all, for all that he 'lived' in cyberspace.

"And as to where you are, speciffically, you are in the Drawing Room of the Silver Rose Suite of the Phoenix Palace. Sitting in an authentic reproduction of something called a Lazy Boy Recliner. Would you care for a refill?" He'd noted that her glass was mostly empty. "And perhaps something to nibble on? There will be refreshments at the reception, and the banquet is immediately after the Coronation, but I wouldn't want you going hungry."

"Billions?".

Ared looked mildly surprised. "All dossiers I have seen on your people, as well as the Alversians, indicates you have not a billion to spare. That must be a great loss, then. I know a little, and, unlike my people, you breed very slowly. It takes four and a half years for one such as myself to reach maturity - two months in gestation, four years in growth. Were it not for life-preserving technology, I would be dead at twenty."

He sighed. "Nevertheless. Though the Unbroken Eye has never had any interest in other nations, perhaps the Republic would. Despite our state of war - of perhaps because of it, there is a desire to promote stability and normality within the Republic, and opening diplomatic relations does just that. Though I certainly cannot speak with authority on the matter, it is something to consider, no?"

OOC: Sorry for this again (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13394426&postcount=90)

The Ctan

As Ambassador Herenecco nos Anarórë's shuttle sped planetward, he would realise that this was a planet that had never known the damages wrought by an Industrializing period of inhabitation. Those who had taken Midgard as their home already had the basis of a post industrialized technology to call on.

The Imperial Landing pad awaited the arrival of his gleaming slender bullet of a shuttle, and several groups of just arrived dignataries could be viewed.

The view his shuttle had was probably the best one to behad, save maybe for that from Transfer Point, the city in space that was Midgards primary space structure, though there were many space habitats of the O'Neil Island Three, Gossard Polar Lens type and an equal number of 'spun' structures - though most lay beyond the orbits of Midgard's three moons.

As the crews of the now dormant Alversian D-Class Cruisers started to beam down to the surface for some rest and relaxation, Smith awaited his own transport to the surface, nervously running through a million scenarios in his head about what would happen once they had beamed him down to the surface.

APDS Unity

Negative, NTC, He has yet to beam to the surface. We have facilities to do ourselves but feel it would be easier and more convenient for all involved to allow you to beam to him to a location of your choosing. As for the crews of the Deletion and the Dreamstate, they will also be beaming down, 2,000 crew from each vessel will be beamed to the surface. The provision of a Transporter would be much appreciated

"We'do be honored to give him a beam down. The General, M. Merrideth Hexx will be waiting for him at the Sapphire Reception area of the Imperial Landing Pad. Just give us the ready signal and we will 'beam' him and his entourage down. I'm sending the coordinates to the Transport arena at Sierra Station for the crew of Deletion and Dreamstate now. We hope they enjoy the leave, and they can as for guides and interperters if necessary as they arrive." Traffic control replied to the Alversians...

The General, WarMistress M. Merrideth Hexx, Captain of the Regiment (http://www.atddm.com/mmx1a.gif) awaited the arrival of the Alversian Ambgassador with eager patience. She was the senior most military commander the Empire possessed, for only the Emperor or Empress had higher rank, and so far all of the Empress's had had the intellegence to leave war fighting to the professionals of the Empires Military. Civilain oversight was neither needed or wanted.

The General wanted very much to hear directly from the Alversians, hopefully jointly with the Xiscapians, about SASM...The Empire very, very much wanted to make sure that SASM was no longer a threat.

Once the signal had been recieved from the Unity, Ambassador Smith found himself in a tastefully decorated transporter room, with a tall, slender woman, who only appeared to be in her mid thirties, awaiting him, a welcoming smile on her face. "Ambassador Smith? I am so pleased to meet you"

Smith nodded politely at the woman and extended his hand in greeting
"Ambassador Adam Smith of the Alversian People's Republic. It's an honour to met you..."

He stopped, allowing the woman to introduce herself. With him, he had beamed down Captain Charlotte Patterson of the Dreamstate to ensure both his protection and to provide advice. Not that he was in any great risk but, as a new Diplomat, he would stick rigerously to the Alversian Procedures.

Unlike Smith, she was a veteran of dozens of conflicts and major wars. She was more alert than Smith although still smiling.

"No thank you, Porthos, I'm fine. That's all I wanted to know."

Ambassador Marcellus felt confident she knew enough about the Tanaran people. After making sure her dress uniform was in order, she asked a servant to come for her 15 minutes before the gathering started.

"Billions?".

Ared looked mildly surprised. "All dossiers I have seen on your people, as well as the Alversians, indicates you have not a billion to spare. That must be a great loss, then. I know a little, and, unlike my people, you breed very slowly. It takes four and a half years for one such as myself to reach maturity - two months in gestation, four years in growth. Were it not for life-preserving technology, I would be dead at twenty."

He sighed. "Nevertheless. Though the Unbroken Eye has never had any interest in other nations, perhaps the Republic would. Despite our state of war - of perhaps because of it, there is a desire to promote stability and normality within the Republic, and opening diplomatic relations does just that. Though I certainly cannot speak with authority on the matter, it is something to consider, no?"
"Billions of Alversian lives lost, Ambassador. You are correct in your other statement, however. We do not have a billion to spare. Indeed, however, it is something to consider. Had we, the Xiscapians, chosen to remain in seclusion while we lost the Korr Wars, I would not be here speaking with you today. Xiscapia would not exist, not as you know it." She paused, seeming to listen to an unheard voice. "The Alversians have just landed. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to greet them personally." She bowed and left, leaving Vorn and the Guards to make the trip up to their rooms.

Razyn nodded at her request to help her finish her duties of welcoming the guests and newcomers. He understood that she had things that must be done.

" I shall follow you, if it would please you I shall remain at a professional distancefrom you to help maintain a professional image in front of the other dignitaries while we continue your rounds. Or if you wishI will remain close to you and let all others know of us." said Razyn as he brushed his fingers through her hair, savoring the touch of each strand.

The shuttle crewthat brought Razyn to the planets surface watched as Razyn communicated with Michiko and how they touched and and spoke around each other. They could tell he was in love. As Razyn and Michiko and Razyn walked away, the pilots scrambled to the comms link to tell the main vessel.

" This is planetside shuttle, contacting The Eternal- Over" Called the human pilot as the other mental messaged the other Eborianson board. The message was the same...

" Everyone, Attention- Everyone- Ambassador Razyn Drautica is in love.... I repeat Razyns in love!"

The entire ship of about 3000 stopped everything at the news they had just heard. In the bridge, the crew sat in awe; in the mess hall people sat and looked at each other letting food fall from their mouths; in the rec. room people drooped wieghts and a group playing 4-way ping-pong stopped which resulted in one person having his hair singded off.

And in which seemed like military percision, everyone shouted out in crys of joy. Everyone shouted and celebrated.

With the entire ship in full knowlage of the situation. The crew began to leave presents in and around Razyns quaters...

"Ambassador Adam Smith of the Alversian People's Republic. It's an honour to met you..."

"Ambassador Smith it is a great pleasure to meet you" Meri took his hand and shook it hospitably. Reading the ranking of the officer accompanying him she offered her hand to the Captain as well. The General was only in 'Semi Uniform', and thus a handshake was entirely appropriate.

The possibility of meeting officers from so many different militaries meant that protocls might conflict or cause misunderstandings, and so it had been solved by the dreation of a uniform that informed of rank, but didn't require militray protocl in greeting- no one had to figure out who saluted whom first, last or never.

Smith gave a smile and indicated to Patterson
"Captain Charlotte Patterson of the Alversian People's Starship Dreamstate. She has been most anxious to accompany me to the surface" He had a quick glance around
He let go a sigh of relief as he saw the Xiscapian delegation enter and offered a bow as was Xiscapian custom. Then he frowned
"What matter would the Empress like to meet us on?" He asked

At that moment the Vanadict arrived, alone. She spotted the Alversian party and walked swiftly towards them, bowing back once she reached. "Captain, Ambassador." She looked around. "The Empress wants to meet us? Whatever for? I'm sure there will be plenty of time for that during the festivities."

"I will speak bluntly, I am just an old soldier." General Hexx said after she had bowed to Vanadict, and introduced herself -she was obviously glad that both groups she and the Empresses wished to speak to had come together.

"We have had reports of your devestating war against SASM. Such an entity ..." She searched for suitable words "They are, to us" Her wave encompassed all of the Empire it seemed "An abomination on the face of the Universe. And we wre wishing to hear first hand from the representatives of the people who fought so valliantly against this SASM. Would you, both of you, be willing to speak with us later?" Her vocie carried a great respect for both the Alversians and the Xiscapians. She had the feeling that they would be excellent allies and great friends to the Empire.
Vanadict nodded. "To be equally blunt the Alversians lost more lives and gave up more ships than we. I will still come to supply details, but I believe that it was primarily an Alversian war and an Alversian victory."

"I will speak bluntly, I am just an old soldier." General Hexx said after she had bowed to Vanadict, and introduced herself -she was obviously glad that both groups she and the Empresses wished to speak to had come together.

"We have had reports of your devestating war against SASM. Such an entity ..." She searched for suitable words "They are, to us" Her wave encompassed all of the Empire it seemed "An abomination on the face of the Universe. And we were wishing to hear first hand from the representatives of the people who fought so valliantly against this SASM. Would you, both of you, be willing to speak with us later?" Her vocie carried a great respect for both the Alversians and the Xiscapians. She had the feeling that they would be excellent allies and great friends to the Empire.

Anneka had expected the rather unique form of transportation, and the interesting floating trick. She had done her home work well, and was prepared to deal with that which seemed out of the ordinary. However, to actually experience some of it was a whole new subject.

She took a few moments to collect herself, and then look around the room. And indeed, homework had been done. It was well appointed, but not overly extravagant. Subdued luxury, if there was a term for it. She arranged her bags the way she wanted them laid out, and graciously turned down the offer to unpack. She might do it later, while killing time should time arise to kill.

"Its perfect for what I need, Race. Thank you." She moved around the room for a moment, taking it in so she could navigate it in the dark, should she find the need.

"So, I'm guessing its just relaxation time till the welcoming reception?" she asked, looking at the scheduling book.

" I shall follow you, if it would please you I shall remain at a professional distance from you to help maintain a professional image in front of the other dignitaries while we continue your rounds. Or if you wishI will remain close to you and let all others know of us."

"My lord" Michiko said softly, savoring the words, saying them aloud, tucking her hand in his arm, so that it was obvious that they were a couple "Stay with me, with you beside me I am ..." there were no 'mere' words so her communication with him once again fell into the realm of emotions, pure and glorious.

By that time they had reached where Ambassador Page of the Republic and Ambassador Vorn were watching the Senior Ambassador from Xiscapia head towards the Sapphire reception area.

"Gentlemen, Ambassador Page, Ambassador Vorn, forgive me for abandoning you, but..." Michiko's glowing look up at Razyn spoke volumes.

She waved to a young man that had been waiting quietly near the entrance to the reception room. Briskly he crossed over to the group and bowed deeply.

"Might I introduce another of my Deputies, Richart Balran (http://www.atddm.com/raven1.jpg). As we are still expecting more arrivals shortly, I must ask your forebearance, and place you in his most competent hands for the moment."

Richart ushered the pair into the Rose Reception area, asking the two ambassadors if they wished to Transport down to their suites or take a gondola elevator down.

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the shuttle lands hard a normal thing as Clone pilots were trained to get in and out fast in hot landing zones


"we landed ma-am loowering the Ramp now"said the pilot over the inter com as the front Ramp lowers

"well we here little one" said Black to her son as she gets up with him in her arms and head to the top of the ramp and waits to see who was there for her

"So, I'm guessing its just relaxation time till the welcoming reception?"

"Yeas ma'am" Race smiled, liking her immensely. She was so very practical, and hadn't gotten flustered at all. "It's really to give all the arriving dignataries time to get a little rest and get dressed properly for the whole ...I believe the term is 'enchalada', though I have no idea what that is. Oh just to let you in on ..it's not really a secret, but the processional part of the Coronation is five miles, and every one will have the choice to be part of the procession, either walking it or riding on hovers...if you chose to walk you might want to make sure your shoes are comfortable. We have servants who've been delegated to make sure that formal foot wear is waiting at the end if you feel the need to change into such."

"Also while there will be food at the reception, since the Formal Banquet is not until after you might want a light meal before hand. Plese just feel free to ask for anything you might need, food, a drink, a hairdresser, indeed I think Porthos might be alarmed if you didn't ask for something"

Mistress Black

Valeria, and Roger, watching from the reception room that over looked the green designated section of the ILP winced in near unison as Shuttle 9Q landed as if in the middle of a hot zone. When the ramp descended and Mistress Black came forth carrying her son, the pair left the reception room, moving to meet her.

"Mistress Black, be welcome to Midgard and the Tanaran Empire. I am Valeria and this is my assistant Roger." Valeria introduced herself and the burly man who walked alertly beside her. Those whith certain training and knowledge would know that the man was no mere assisstant. He was Imperial Cadre, and all that implied.

As they moved back to the reception room - at a mile above ground the winds were always a little brisk "Why don't we transport down, that way we can get your son and you to your suite the quickest?"

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Adam Smith, Captain Charlotte Patterson, Vanadict, The General M.Merrideth Hexx

"To be equally blunt the Alversians lost more lives and gave up more ships than we. I will still come to supply details, but I believe that it was primarily an Alversian war and an Alversian victory."

The General inclinded her head at Vanadict's demural. "And my apologies if I made it seem as if the meeting needed to be now. At your convienence, please. Might I escort you all to your suites? It is about two hours before the Grand reception starts, and since the Formal Banquet is not until after the Coronation you might wish a light meal. Though there will be various delicacies at the reception." She gestured to the transporter. "Would you prefer to take the transporter, or would you like to glide down in one of the gondola elevators? The view is spectacular, but you might want to take it in later."

Aeris; Ambassador Scott; Mercedez Hexx, Robert Hexx...

"They gave up the technology they had for what was barely better than what was to be found on Earth at the time, and severed all but the most clandestine contact with home. We've diverged from the culture here, what society wouldn't after two hundred plus years of seperation, but the core values are the same, our outlooks are still very similar on many issues." Mercy added "But then again they have some many species we dont, and we have some resident that they don't.... However a Tanaaran is a Tanaaran and a Tanaran is a whole nother beastie" She laughed making light of what she saw as an unforgivable error on the young ambassadors part.

The ambassador nodded, apologizing, "I understand. I've kind of figured both national entities would have enough differences between them to maintain independent personalities." He looked over at Mercedez, sensing she wasn't all too pleased nonetheless, despite her coverup, "Please, forgive me for my mistake. I am human after all." He gave her a half smile, but kept his head up, his gaze locked with hers.

Aeris watched him, a slight smile appearing on her own face as she saw a hint of the man she hoped he'd become soon enough. She looked up at Rob, switching to their shared mental link, Give him time. I know neither of you are happy with him, but I do make my choices well...most of the time. After all, look at you when I first met you...you were still a little rough around the edges yourself. she let a hand caress his stomach, You turned out all right yourself, I'd say.

It wasn't long before they were led to their suites.

"Ambassador Scott this is your suite. Next to you, to the left is Robs and Aeris's suite and past them is the Imitoran Delegate's suite. I don't know if she has arrived yet. Michiko sent her son to greet her. My suites is across from Robs and Aeris's and next to mine is Sir Daveed and his wife Lady Shai. You will find that this wing is reserved for those from Fatal Terrain and the Imperial family."

The ambassador bowed respectfully to Mercedez, "Thank you for your assistance. I am most grateful." He looked at the other two, "If you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to get ready for the later activities."

Aeris nodded at him, pulling Rob with her as she turned and called over her shoulder, "We'll be getting ready too." she commented, looking to Mercedez with a departing nod, "Mother." She gave her a smirk, the door closing as she followed Rob into the suite with a slight push on his backside.

Ambassador Scott disappeared into his own suite, closing the door and standing in the middle of the room as a sigh escaped his lips. Then, in a manner others would have likely found amusing, he violently shook, punched the air around him in random movements and let out an exasperated, yet nearly silent scream.

Once he was finished, he just collapsed on the bed, face down on the pillow.

Mistress Black

Valeria, and Roger, watching from the reception room that over looked the green designated section of the ILP winced in near unison as Shuttle 9Q landed as if in the middle of a hot zone. When the ramp descended and Mistress Black came forth carrying her son, the pair left the reception room, moving to meet her.

"Mistress Black, be welcome to Midgard and the Tanaran Empire. I am Valeria and this is my assistant Roger." Valeria introduced herself and the burly man who walked alertly beside her. Those whith certain training and knowledge would know that the man was no mere assisstant. He was Imperial Cadre, and all that implied.

As they moved back to the reception room - at a mile above ground the winds were always a little brisk "Why don't we transport down, that way we can get your son and you to your suite the quickest?"

Black who was only nineteen and wearing the same outfit that she was wearing in the image that was sent looks at the people in front of her and thinks on what was said

"yes,but i say that transporters are still new to me"said Black as she looks down at her son to see if he was asleep or awake

Ared extended his hand. Sidelined, somewhat irritatingly. Ah, well. Perhaps this man - Richart Balran, would inform him of when the ambassadors would be allowed to participate in the celebrations.

"I am Ared Page, Mr. Balran. Pleased to meet you."

Adam Smith, Captain Charlotte Patterson, Vanadict, The General M.Merrideth HexxThe General inclinded her head at Vanadict's demural. "And my apologies if I made it seem as if the meeting needed to be now. At your convienence, please. Might I escort you all to your suites? It is about two hours before the Grand reception starts, and since the Formal Banquet is not until after the Coronation you might wish a light meal. Though there will be various delicacies at the reception." She gestured to the transporter. "Would you prefer to take the transporter, or would you like to glide down in one of the gondola elevators? The view is spectacular, but you might want to take it in later."
"I would prefer the transporter, please." said Vanadict. So far this place seemed quite pleasant and calm. She hadn't expected anything less.
By that time they had reached where Ambassador Page of the Republic and Ambassador Vorn were watching the Senior Ambassador from Xiscapia head towards the Sapphire reception area.

"Gentlemen, Ambassador Page, Ambassador Vorn, forgive me for abandoning you, but..." Michiko's glowing look up at Razyn spoke volumes.

She waved to a young man that had been waiting quietly near the entrance to the reception room. Briskly he crossed over to the group and bowed deeply.

"Might I introduce another of my Deputies, Richart Balran. As we are still expecting more arrivals shortly, I must ask your forebearance, and place you in his most competent hands for the moment."

RichartUshered the pair into the Rose Reception area, asking the two ambassadors if they wished to Transport down to their suites or take a gondola elevator down.
"I think I would rather take the gondola elevator." said Vorn. The two Guards had sinced moved on to secure the rooms and get themselves situated, in case a quick exit was needed.

This entire ship was having a great time, as the news of Razyns finding a special someone and the coronation. Many believed that the days to follow could not in anyway be stopped. But without warning a message came through...

" Eternal... Eternal this is John Rynex, I will be appearing in the Frankel Limit soon. Prepare ship for biomech acceptance."

The ship went from sudden joy and playfulness to a very ridged military unit. The ships Captain jumped up and began to bark out orders to the crew who was probably still flabbergasted that they where to meet a Guardian-of-Light. And not just any Guardian the head Guardian.

( Frankel Limit)

The space within this place seemed quite for the moment as the void swallowed the activity and light. The occassional ship now and then gave it life. But soon it wouldbe broken as the very faberic of what is real would be broken to make way for John and his biomech.

The area of space which john emerged was quite and isolated as to not indanger any vessels in the area. The area was soon enveloped with a bright white light that looked to be like a small star being born. And as fast as it came it was gone, no evidence of it even existing, except for the present of a 200 foot tall Angel winged Dragon/human hybrid mech that was as beautiful as it was menessing. Well designed, and adorned with runes, jewels, and golden armor-skin it looked as if it had never seen combat. If only its body could tell of its adventures , then its skin would be permenantly blacken with scoring.

John moved his arms a little to ensure all syusyems where functional. Then sent a message...

"This is Guardian-of-Light john Rynex requesting clearance to board with The Eternal. Over"

Mistress Black, Valeria, & Roger

"yes,but i say that transporters are still new to me"

"We can take a gondola down if you would prefer, though the transporters are perfectly safe." Valeria offered as an alternative. "It's slower but the view is certainly spectacular.

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A,bassador Page, Richart & Ambassador Vorn

"I am Ared Page, Mr. Balran. Pleased to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine sir" Richart took Ared's hand and returned the handshake, then bowed, as an Xiscapian would, to Ambassador Vorn

"I think I would rather take the gondola elevator."

"Why certainly." Richart replied. "It gives the best view of Nova Terranis there is."

Soon the two ambassadors found themselves sitting comfortably in a crystal gondola tht silently slid down a rail of gleaming skyblue metal. The view out ofverthe lake, and then shoreward did indeed give grand views, and Richart was skilled at providing commentary.

"The city is less than a hundred years old. Where the lake now lies was the original capitor city of Helevorn which was also the first city my forefathers built. The nova bomb nearly fractured the planet. If the Phoenix hadn't awakened and heald the damage, Midgard might be little more than new asteriod belt. We were incredibly fortunate." He fell silent for a second thinking about the past.

Before he resumed speaking his head tilted slightly, in that 'listening poses' that so many with internal transponders unconsciously strike when a new message arrives.

"Ambassador Page, Ambassador Vorn, would you care to meet with my mother and present your credientals? She has apparently gained some last minute free time."

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Vanadict, Ambassador Smith, Captain Patterson, The General

"I would prefer the transporter, please."

"Certainly Madzme Vanadict." The General said with a smail as she escorted them to the transporter chamber. With a shimmer of light they found themselves in a small reception chamber that opened onto a wide hallway. One wall was nearly all windos and they could see tht they were on the second floor and that the wing they were in overlooked an immense garden with wandering paths, a brook that fed into and out of a pond filled with brightly hued fish that was over looked by a oriental style pagoda.

"This is the Dragon Wing, and the suites here have been reserved for your nations and a few others. Madame Vanadict, you and Ambasador Vorn have these two suites on the right. Ambassador Smith, the suite across from Madam Vanadict's is yours and, Captain Patterson,yours is next to him. The one down from Ambassador Vorn is occupied by the Ambassador from Nova Nippon, Lady Kaminari, and her senior husband."

She asked Porthos, the Palace's A.I. Major Domo to put in an appearance and he did so.

"Greeetings my friends" The A.I. chortled happily. The Palace servants, alerted by Porthos, emerged and welcomed the visitors to their various suites. They would find their luggage effectiently unpacked, and their every wish happily fuilfilled.

"Please excuse me, but I have to begin my own preperations, not the least is the last minute headache of the final security sweep." The General made sure they had the small scheduling booklet and after excusing herself left them in Portho's hands.

"Madame Vanadict, Ambassador Smith, Capatain Patterson, would you care for a drink, or some delicacies before the reception? Do you need a hairdresser or your formalwear attened to?" The Major Domo enquired.

Mistress Black, Valeria, & Roger

"yes,but i say that transporters are still new to me"

"We can take a gondola down if you would prefer, though the transporters are perfectly safe." Valeria offered as an alternative. "It's slower but the view is certainly spectacular.

Black looks at Veleria before speaking

" technology as a whole still new to me amd my poeple as we were slaves ,we lived in stone buildings made by hand ,used oil lamps for light at night and were used as our masters wished" Black last words were said with hate as she said them

"Ambassador Page, Ambassador Vorn, would you care to meet with my mother and present your credientals? She has apparently gained some last minute free time."
"Of course. I know such events require an immense amount of preperation and mantinence, and I am glad to hear Madame is not overstressed."
"Certainly Madzme Vanadict." The General said with a smail as she escorted them to the transporter chamber. With a shimmer of light they found themselves in a small reception chamber that opened onto a wide hallway. One wall was nearly all windos and they could see tht they were on the second floor and that the wing they were in overlooked an immense garden with wandering paths, a brook that fed into and out of a pond filled with brightly hued fish that was over looked by a oriental style pagoda.

"This is the Dragon Wing, and the suites here have been reserved for your nations and a few others. Madame Vanadict, you and Ambasador Vorn have these two suites on the right. Ambassador Smith, the suite across from Madam Vanadict's is yours and, Captain Patterson,yours is next to him. The one down from Ambassador Vorn is occupied by the Ambassador from Nova Nippon, Lady Kaminari, and her senior husband."

She asked Porthos, the Palace's A.I. Major Domo to put in an appearance and he did so.

"Greeetings my friends" The A.I. chortled happily. The Palace servants, alerted by Porthos, emerged and welcomed the visitors to their various suites. They would find their luggage effectiently unpacked, and their every wish happily fuilfilled.

"Please excuse me, but I have to begin my own preperations, not the least is the last minute headache of the final security sweep." The General made sure they had the small scheduling booklet and after excusing herself left them in Portho's hands.

"Madame Vanadict, Ambassador Smith, Capatain Patterson, would you care for a drink, or some delicacies before the reception? Do you need a hairdresser or your formalwear attened to?" The Major Domo enquired.
"Surronded by friends and allies." Vanadict smiled. The Palace was stunning, far beyond the comparitivly modest Imperial Palace on Xiscapia. Vanadict shook her head. "We will be unpacking, but we do not require any special attention, though I thank you for your asking."

Ared nodded. "I would be honoured."

He looked down over the city, quiet for a moment.

"Forgive me if this pries, but what is the 'Phoenix'?"

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Adam Smith, Captain Charlotte Patterson, Vanadict, The General M.Merrideth Hexx

"To be equally blunt the Alversians lost more lives and gave up more ships than we. I will still come to supply details, but I believe that it was primarily an Alversian war and an Alversian victory."

The General inclinded her head at Vanadict's demural. "And my apologies if I made it seem as if the meeting needed to be now. At your convienence, please. Might I escort you all to your suites? It is about two hours before the Grand reception starts, and since the Formal Banquet is not until after the Coronation you might wish a light meal. Though there will be various delicacies at the reception." She gestured to the transporter. "Would you prefer to take the transporter, or would you like to glide down in one of the gondola elevators? The view is spectacular, but you might want to take it in later."

Smith nodded sadly and made his choice quickly,
"I would prefer a gondala if I may? I would like to see the sights of this marvellous city for myself" His own voice sounded echoey as he wandered back to those few weeks...


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...Andala Colony, Alversian System, Four weeks ago...

"ALERT! ALERT!"

Smith recognised the bells and the sirens as he stirred in his bed. It was an alarm for all Members of the Armed Forces to take to battlestations and, although he was only here as a Volunteer and new to the whole military command structure, he knew instantly what the danger was.

Grabbing his combat jacket and various other assorted pieces of equipment, he legged it from his room into a corridor of chaos. Men and women of all ages and species rushed up and down, smashing into each other and brely slowing down. Children were dragged rather than led and small lines of Troops rushed through the maul to reach their posts.

Heading for the armoury, Smith glanced out at the smooth, flat greens and the vast conifer trees of his homeworld. The normally orange evening sky that indicated the setting sun was obscured by small yellow and red flashes high above them. That could mean only one thing.

They were here.

On his way to the armoury, Smith passed the Communciations Room and, for the few seconds he was in hearing range, he managed to capture a glimpse of the hell about to be unleashed on his tiny colony...

"...shields down to 15%, will have to disenga...
"...good god, We've lost the Caliban! they're coming into lower orbit..."
"We can't hold them! Our weapons won't penetrate their shiel..."
"Watch out Dependant! He's charging beam..."
"Torpedo attack ineffective, abandoning shi..."

Then the sound was obscured by the screams and panic around him. For those few seconds, however, he felta deep pity for the poor Heroes trying desperately to buy the Colonists enough time to escape. He had no idea how many SASM Pathfinder Warships were up there. Maybe there was only one. It was enough to cut a path through the warships who were sacrificing themselves to save the innocent people below.

Images rushed past his vision, independant thoughts. A screaming child. A man on his knees preying, two Soldiers and an Officer trying to organise the crowds. Smith rushed into the main hall of the colony and his gaze was drawn momentarily to the massive screen suspended in the middle of the hall, hanging from the roof. On it was the last news item before the attack

SASM BREECH SECTOR 7!
LOSSES ARE AS FOLLOWS:
THREE COLONIES TAKEN
83 SHIPS DESTROYED
230,000 CREWMEN KILLED
450,000 SOLDIERS KILLED
115 MILLION PEOPLE DISSECTED.

Smith shook his head as the room gave a massive shudder. The screaming grew even more fierce as people were thrown to the ground by the force of the attack. Smith watched in horror as the huge screen splintered and plummetted to the crowded floor below. Even though he was on the other side of the hall, the sound of bones cracking and organs compressing was unmistakable. Soldiers and Naval Crewmen stationed on the planet rushed in from all directions but Smith could see, through the crowd, the head of a small teenage girl. The rest of her body was trapped beneath the behemoth of a screen. It had been so totally flattened that someone could just have placed a head in the middle of the room. A small trail of blood ran from the corners of her mouth and her now dull, frightened eyes stared straight back at Smith.

Stunned, Smith managed to stumble into the Armoury, msot of the weapons and men were gone but a lone Sergeant stood at the entrance of the room.

"Volunteer Smith!" His voice sounded hollow and distant, "Take this rifle and get to the Eastern Plaza, they're coming into low Orbit and beaming Bioroids! Do it now!"

His face seemed to melt into a techincolour blur as Smith staggered back into the backed hallways and headed towards the East.
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Snapping back to reality, Smith gave a weak smile
"Which way to the Gondola's?" he asked, "I'm looking forward to seeing your capital first hand."

Mistress Black, Valeria, Roger

" technology as a whole still new to me amd my poeple as we were slaves ,we lived in stone buildings made by hand ,used oil lamps for light at night and were used as our masters wished

"The one war we ever started was over slavery." Roger said softly. Yes the Tanarans had only started one war, but they'd ended many, and they'd never lost one yet. And an equally grim light had flared in Valeria's, but the moment was allowed to pass.

"Since it is not really an objection, we'll Transport." Valeria said firmly and her float chair led the way to the Rose Reception room's Transporter chamber.

In a flurry of soft light Mistress Black and the others were in a octagonal rooms with opened on to a wide, elegantly decorated corridor. Not too far down Roger opened the door to the suite reserved for her and bowed Mistres Black within, Valeria following.

A small group of Palace servants assembled at their arrival and introducted themselves. "Should you need anything, please just ask, Mistress Black. Also We haven't recieved your luggage. Will it be along shortly?" The senior maid asked.

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Ambassador Smith, Captain Peterson

"I would prefer a gondala if I may? I would like to see the sights of this marvellous city for myself"

"Why certainly. I'll have Lieutenant Hydriien escort you." The General had waved over one of the numerous young officers who waited attentively in the background. He was in uniform and bowed first to the Ambassador then gave Captain Peterson a crisp salute.

Ambassador Smith's momentary flashback did not go unnoticed, but nothing was said. The General had a few...well simply calling them bad was putting it delicately...unpleasant memoires of her own...

Which way to the Gondola's? I'm looking forward to seeing your capital first hand."

"Right this way sir, Captain." The young Tanaran officer directed them courteously. And while he may have looked young - and human- in reality he wasn't, nor was he really very much of a he. Most Grendels didn't chose a gender untill they reached maturity, at about nine hundred years old. But it was an ironclad order for all Grendels- when on diplomatic assignment, no morphing while in uniform.

The crystal gondola allowed for unlimited viewing of the city, Palace, and lake that lay a mile below. The lieutenant was knowledgeable about the city and happily pointed out spots of interest to the two Alversian visitors.

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Ambassador Page, Ambassador Vorn, Richart

"Of course. I know such events require an immense amount of preperation and mantinence, and I am glad to hear Madame is not overstressed."

Richart laughed at that "Mother hired an extremely well recommended profesional planner of such events, and now regrets is greatly, but stressed, no ...or at least she claims she isn't."

"Forgive me if this pries, but what is the 'Phoenix'?"

Ared's question sobered Richart instantly but before he could reply, another voice broke in. The gondola they were in was also carrying another diplomatic party, a small group of Xa'Cz'inni that had nodded amicably enough when Richart had escorted the Ambassadors aboard, but had not introduced themselves- being occupied with the care of one of their number, who seemed to be very elderly.

The voice was whipsy with age, and one had to listen intently to hear her.

"I am acknowledged to be over ten thousand turnings about a star, and from my great granddam, who had it from her great grand sire, this is the tale from the tail." Frail hands grasped her slender tail and shook it lightly, an ancient manner of symbolizing that the words about to be spoken were truth...

But there was more than words, the Lady Scholar's powers reached out and gathered them all up into the Xa'Cz'iini racial memory...no mental assault, no delving into the listeners minds but opening her door into Dreamtime and letting the currents sweep them in, for them to experience as if they were there a part of what happened....

Longer ago than the lifespan of the average star, a race arose to preemminence, enjoying the heights of technology and civilzation. They could have 'ascended', moved on from corporeal constraints, but that was not Their desire. They enjoyed their physicality too much. They prospered and flourished, controling an immense portion of the universe, spanning many hundreds of galaxies.

That vastness was not enough, They hungered for more. Turning their fabulous technology to creating that which they believed would make their expansion unstoppable, They designed and brought into existance the ultimate weapon, the ultimate soldier, combined into one whole. For many, many long generations their creations served Them faithfully, without hesitation, knowing nothing but their duty to their overlords, their creators. They expaned their master's dominion further than their delighted overlords could have forseen. They exterminated any that stood stood againt them with unbelievable effeciency.

However there was a flaw in the design, one hidden deep, but over time it came forth. They had not created blindly obedient robots, but living, thinking, growing beings. Weapons yes, but with their own 'geist', their own unique racial selfness. And when the Xa Cz'inni discovered what they had done, had been used for, they rebelled, and their retribution was terrible.

The race that created the Xa Cz'inni no longer exists, and the Xa' have chosen to become more than what they had been created to be... without losing one iota of what they had been designed to be...living weapons.

and here she let them loose, to fall back into the privacy of their own masks, their own selves...

"They created us, just as they created the Celestial Ring (http://www.atddm.com/celring.jpg)...Any who has ever looked upon the galaxy can see that it is no natural formation from the movemnts of the Universe... but deliberately created. And the smaller Ring within the ring... the Eye That Watches Over, created and placed where it is**... We brought Them the stars that They used, we took them, bound them from their rightful places in the universe, and brought them to be playtoys for Those that directed our being."

"But we did not destroy the Celestial Ring when we freed ourselves from Them, but bound what remained of Their essence to protect Their last creation...So when Midgard, was injured so desperately it was no surprize to us that the Phoenix arose. Even though the bearer of the Phoenix did not know what she carried...but then again that one's sire always had been one for poking about where he shouldn't have." The ancient voice fell silent, and the elder seemed to doze off wearied by what she had effected.

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OOC: There is a second, much smaller ring galaxy at roughly 1-2 o'clock along the rim /ring - it's not at it's clearest in the pic linked

Mistress Black, Valeria, Roger

" technology as a whole still new to me amd my poeple as we were slaves ,we lived in stone buildings made by hand ,used oil lamps for light at night and were used as our masters wished

"The one war we ever started was over slavery." Roger said softly. Yes the Tanarans had only started one war, but they'd ended many, and they'd never lost one yet. And an equally grim light had flared in Valeria's, but the moment was allowed to pass.

"Since it is not really an objection, we'll Transport." Valeria said firmly and her float chair led the way to the Rose Reception room's Transporter chamber.

In a flurry of soft light Mistress Black and the others were in a octagonal rooms with opened on to a wide, elegantly decorated corridor. Not too far down Roger opened the door to the suite reserved for her and bowed Mistres Black within, Valeria following.

A small group of Palace servants assembled at their arrival and introducted themselves. "Should you need anything, please just ask, Mistress Black. Also We haven't recieved your luggage. Will it be along shortly?" The senior maid asked.

"the war ended after fifty six thousand years of bloodly fighting" Black said before she and her son was beam to the room

"mazing second time i've been in a room like this" said Black as she enter the room and looks around

"Should you need anything, please just ask, Mistress Black. Also We haven't recieved your luggage. Will it be along shortly?"

Black turns and looks at the senior maid

"all i bring is the bag with what i need to take care of my son, i don't waste resources by bring things that i'am not going to use"said Black in a voice that showed that in her raising she was teached not to waste the very little resources they were given to live by their masters

On the way down, one thing that caught his eye was the polar lens structure, while he’d seen (though never been on) O’Neill cylinders before, he had not seen such a design before, and so considered it as interesting as the planet below. While planets, when seen from orbit, were assuredly beautiful, especially those that were inhabited, and many would that it was banal to dismiss them so readily, there really wasn’t that much to be seen of worlds from orbit, after one had seen a few. He didn’t really notice the extent of the cities compared with the relatively pristine environment, when one passed a certain point, pollution and industrial damage wasn’t a terribly huge problem; nature was more resilient than many gave it credit for. Of course, he would likely take note if it were pointed out, but the largest ‘environmental’ concern a culture that had passed beyond an age of fusion would really have to worry about was urban sprawl, and that, to any culture possessing the kind of faster than light technologies that the Tanarans obviously did would be such a tiny problem as to be almost laughable under most circumstances.

Rather, Herenecco resolved to pay more attention when he was landed upon the planet’s surface. The ‘spun’ colonies were somewhat interesting too but he suspected, unlike the simple engineering of the cylinders, these used artificial gravity, which somehow removed some of the charm, though the glistening, silver-white glassy sheen¹ was appealing, of course.

Herenecco’s opinion of the people he was visiting was revised upwards upon seeing the city up close. The ‘Penny Farthing’ bicycles, in particular, were interesting, if only because they showed a society with a most healthy sense of fun about itself, and style.

He didn’t wait to be greeted, once he landed, stepping off the parting rear ramps of the airlock section of the shuttle before they were even quite down, with a slight spring in his step, even against the fractionally higher gravity; his white-gold robes fluttering a little as he stepped lightly over to the nearest and most senior looking Tanaran, “Lord Senator Herenecco nos Anarórë, of Tuat,” the primary moon of Duat, the current home world, “Of the Eternal Necrontyr Empire of the C’tan, here in the capacity of observer and plenipotentiary,” indeed, indeed, for though that last distinction was rather different than it was in most cultures, here, he meant it in a conventional sense, “A pleasure to be here to make your acquaintance!” which, on this occasion, was the truth.

OOC: ¹ Assuming they’re what I think they are, anyway. I could be wrong…

Ambassador Smith, Captain Peterson[/CENTER]

"I would prefer a gondala if I may? I would like to see the sights of this marvellous city for myself"

"Why certainly. I'll have Lieutenant Hydriien escort you." The General had waved over one of the numerous young officers who waited attentively in the background. He was in uniform and bowed first to the Ambassador then gave Captain Peterson a crisp salute.

Ambassador Smith's momentary flashback did not go unnoticed, but nothing was said. The General had a few...well simply calling them bad was putting it delicately...unpleasant memoires of her own...


Smith snapped back to reality enough to shake the young man's hand and smile at him
"Right then, let's have a look at this city" He declared, "It should be quite a spectacle, right Captain?" He asked Patterson.
She returned the salute of the Officer before answering the Ambassador
"Of course, Sir. Many marvels await" She seemed more relaxed than previously.

"Excellent! Shall we go?" He asked the Lieutenant with a stange optimism. Maybe the sights would take his mind off the screams and mechsanical roaring in his head. The same words over and over again
"ALL HOSTILE VARIABLES WILL BE ANNILIATED!"

Herenecco, Michiko, Razyn

“Lord Senator Herenecco nos Anarórë, of Tuat,” Of the Eternal Necrontyr Empire of the C’tan, here in the capacity of observer and plenipotentiary. A pleasure to be here to make your acquaintance!”

Michiko, having been alerted to the arrival of the C'tan shuttle had, arm in arm with Razyn, headed toward where it would set down, and greeted the Senator with warm welcome " Lord Senator, I am Michiko Jones, Minister of State and on behalf of the Tanaran Empire I am most pleased to welcome you to Midgard. We hadn't expected to garner the attention of the fabled Necrontye Empire." Her eyes crinkled with private laughter -she'd share it with Herenecco and Razyn later over a fine bit of brandy later, they'd probably laugh themselves silly. She'd been half afraid something darkly undead would have stepped forth, but the Lord Senator nos Anarórë certainly wasn't that!

"And might I introduce Ambassador Razyn Drautica of the Imperium of Hobbeebia" Her face turning up to Razyn as a sunflower follows the sun, and her warm smile becoming even more brilliant - she couldn't help but steal a look up at him, then she brought her attention back to the Senator.

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Mistress Black, Valeria, Roger

"all i bring is the bag with what i need to take care of my son, i don't waste resources by bring things that i'am not going to use"

"Certainly Ma'am. Is there anything I can get for you? The Formal Banquet is not for some time " the senoir maid replied wanting to make sure Mistress Black lacked for nothing. Mistress Black would also be able to tell that all the servants assigned to the suite genuinely loved working with children.

"Mistress Black, Melinda was my nanny when I was an baby. I don't think there is anything she doesn't know about taking care of kids." Valeria endorsed the suitability of her dear nanny. "Mother always said having Melinda agree to come nanny for us was one of the things that saved her sanity."

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Ambassador Smith, Captain Peterson & Lieutenant Hydriien


"Sir, Mister Ambassador? Is everything okay?" The lieutenant inquired anxiously as the gondola began to descend. Grendels weren't as a whole psionic, but they as a whole were a very observant people. And something was obviously bothering the Ambassador, though the lieutenant couldn't tell what it was. Perhaps it is vertigo the lieutenant thought worriedly.

The young Grendel looked over at the Alversian captain, trusting that the senior officer would alert him if something was seriously wrong with the Ambassador.

Shortly after Vanadict had been settled into her suite there came a discrete chime from the annunciator panel. If the Xiscapian checked the holo screen she would see a trio of Novan Kitsune (http://www.atddm.com/kitsune3.jpg). The female was in full human form, the two males, not so much...

"Pardon me Madame Vanadict, I hope I am not disturbing your rest, but I wished to introduce myself to you." The lady's musical voice had a distinctly Novan accenht to it

"Certainly Ma'am. Is there anything I can get for you? The Formal Banquet is not for some time " the senoir maid replied wanting to make sure Mistress Black lacked for nothing. Mistress Black would also be able to tell that all the servants assigned to the suite genuinely loved working with children.

"Mistress Black, Melinda was my nanny when I was an baby. I don't think there is anything she doesn't know about taking care of kids." Valeria endorsed the suitability of her dear nanny. "Mother always said having Melinda agree to come nanny for us was one of the things that saved her sanity."

Black just smilie and place her son in the bed that was for him

"if i want i'll ask" she now say as she takes a photo (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/MoonsofRa.jpg) of a night sky with two moons in it and a lamp (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/dragonsbreathlamp.jpg) that was glowing when she takes the cover off ,out of the bag she carryed and place then on the table next to her son


"i have breastfeed him and don't have to feed him till another hour and a half" Black said looking at them

Shortly after Vanadict had been settled into her suite there came a discrete chime from the annunciator panel. If the Xiscapian checked the holo screen she would see a trio of Novan Kitsune (http://www.atddm.com/kitsune3.jpg). The female was in full human form, the two males, not so much...

"Pardon me Madame Vanadict, I hope I am not disturbing your rest, but I wished to introduce myself to you." The lady's musical voice had a distinctly Novan accenht to it
Vanadict had been sitting with her back to the screen so now she turned, her hands placing something back inside her robes. "Not at all," she said, bowing. "And you are?"

Anneka laughed.

"Afraid if I didn't ask for something? I'll say, thats a first. Most of these functions, you get this wait staff that are of the opinion that actually waiting on the guests is a great chore. I'll be honest, a nice red wouldn't be to bad right now. I think I can handle the rest."

She lifted one of the duffles to the bed, and took a quick dig, before finding what she was looking for. The sneakers were old and worn, frayed along the edges and looked like they had been falling apart for some time.

"Best pair of shoes I've ever owned. Had them for five years now. Been through everything with them. I'll be sure to hand off the heels to one of the servants so they are waiting for me at the end of the line. I'm guessing five miles can't be that rough."

She turned to start unpacking her first dress, when she paused, and turned to Race.

"Tortillas wrapped around beef or chicken or pork, usually laired with a sauce of sorts. Mexican place not to far from my house makes a good sweet pork one, top it off with mango and pineapple sauce. Great hang over food."

This entire ship was having a great time, as the news of Razyns finding a special someone and the coronation. Many believed that the days to follow could not in anyway be stopped. But without warning a message came through...

" Eternal... Eternal this is John Rynex, I will be appearing in the Frankel Limit soon. Prepare ship for biomech acceptance."

The ship went from sudden joy and playfulness to a very ridged military unit. The ships Captain jumped up and began to bark out orders to the crew who was probably still flabbergasted that they where to meet a Guardian-of-Light. And not just any Guardian the head Guardian.

( Frankel Limit)

The space within this place seemed quite for the moment as the void swallowed the activity and light. The occassional ship now and then gave it life. But soon it wouldbe broken as the very faberic of what is real would be broken to make way for John and his biomech.

The area of space which john emerged was quite and isolated as to not indanger any vessels in the area. The area was soon enveloped with a bright white light that looked to be like a small star being born. And as fast as it came it was gone, no evidence of it even existing, except for the present of a 200 foot tall Angel winged Dragon/human hybrid mech that was as beautiful as it was menessing. Well designed, and adorned with runes, jewels, and golden armor-skin it looked as if it had never seen combat. If only its body could tell of its adventures , then its skin would be permenantly blacken with scoring.

John moved his arms a little to ensure all syusyems where functional. Then sent a message...

"This is Guardian-of-Light john Rynex requesting clearance to board with The Eternal. Over"


OOC: posted again for Reply!.lol

Ambassador Smith, Captain Peterson & Lieutenant Hydriien [/CENTER]


"Sir, Mister Ambassador? Is everything okay?" The lieutenant inquired anxiously as the gondola began to descend. Grendels weren't as a whole psionic, but they as a whole were a very observant people. And something was obviously bothering the Ambassador, though the lieutenant couldn't tell what it was. Perhaps it is vertigo the lieutenant thought worriedly.

The young Grendel looked over at the Alversian captain, trusting that the senior officer would alert him if something was seriously wrong with the Ambassador.

Smith just gave a weak smile as various sounds and images flashed through his mind. A solider being shredded by blaster fire, two of the mechanical Monsters smashing through a wall into a group of Civilians...

Patterson also noticed his abcense of mind and peered at him, concerned
"Ambassador, Sir? Do you require medical attention?"

"No. No I am fine. Tell me about this city Lieutenant? It must have a history?" Smith asked Hydriien to take his mind off the flashbacks.

Music to mood by for this first... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhjCzBJGNlU)

Guardian of Light

In space no one can here you scream... they also can't hear you arrive...

The System Defense Net had noted the arrival of someone not on the list, and had reacted accortingly...The engines that permitted Tanaran vessels to transit DeSitter Space were, quite frankly, 'gas hog's as an old earther might put it. They were also 'stone bitches' to use and weren't powered up for casual jaunts. However, there was a reason that they were part of every System Defense Fortress. For just such times as there...

When something big ( for it's scanner readings ) and unknown came out of nowhere without prior arrangement...

You made sure you came up from behind...though with modern sesnors ther egenerally wasn't any such thing as behind, but still, tradional and all that...

"This is Guardian-of-Light john Rynex requesting clearance to board with The Eternal. Over"

Silently, as abused photons flared, the Fortress appeared. The only weapons bigger than those carried by a Fortress were those found on planetary surfaces. The fortress was a grim thing, constructed with only one purpose. To destroy utterly what ever its weapons were aimed at...and they were currently aimed at the unexpected visitor.

With in seconds of it's arrival, deep space fighters also appeared, standing well off. They had no wish to be anywhere in the close proximity if the Fortress unleased those weapons...but if push came to shove, they wouldn't hesitate to add their efforts to that of the Fortress, and they were far more mobgile and agile than said Fortress, though their weapons were insignificant next to the Fortresses.

The voice of the Fortress's commo officer was calm and cooly professional. "Greeings Guardian-of-Light john Rynex, however I have to advise you that we have not been informed that the Hobbeebian starcraft The Eternal was expecting a late arriving delegate." The tone resepctfully suggested that an explaination or confirmation from the The Eternal should be quickly forthcoming, if an incident was to be avoided. The contact went out simultaneously to The Eternal so they could advise if this was indeed an event they had been awaiting.

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Mistress Black, Valeria, and others

Valerria noted the photo - and guessed it was Mistress Black's home world, Jade, though she wasn't certain of the significance of the lamp- she guessed it might be a personal ritual, if she got to feel comfortable with Mistress Black she might ask about it later.

"i have breastfeed him and don't have to feed him till another hour and a half"

"Perhaps then he is ready for a warm bath and a short nap" Melinda offered, she thoroughly approved of breast feeding. It was far better in strengthings an infants immune system, and made them more intellengent as well.

Porthos made an appearance to greet the new guest, as he'd over heard she had no other luggange. "Madame Black, please might I have the priviledge of designing and creating a formal gow for you?' He requested excitedly.

Valeria and Roger rolled their eyes behind his hologram back. He had an absolutely flair for dressing people, but he could get so carried away...

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Anneka, Race

"Porthos lives for 'running things', and people. He's never happier than when you give him an impossible to please guest and in no time flat has them purring." Race laughed.

"Tortillas wrapped around beef or chicken or pork, usually laired with a sauce of sorts. Mexican place not to far from my house makes a good sweet pork one, top it off with mango and pineapple sauce. Great hang over food."

He blanched slightly "I don't know if I ought to try those partcular ones. I'm allergic to Mangos. I break out in a distressingly violent rash. but the pineapple sounds good. I don't drink enough to get hung over... though I will have to admit there have been times I wished I had" His grin ws part ruefull, part laughing at the whole of the universe.

He sought to reassure her about the ceremonial processional e, that acts as the starting point - where one symbolically leaves behind and starts anew as well as becoming a bridge in ones self - is straight and flat. And you don't have to walk, though from ground level the even is more intense. Or so I'm told. I wasn't able to be here for Kaylindes coronation..."

A servant knocked and entered with a goblet of fine crystal and a decanter of Tanarans best red Fenngard's Stellar Falls winerie's Grand Reserve Heart of the Ruby, from Pinot Noir grapes brought with them over seventeen hundred years ago...the wine had been aged for a full twenty years, and had won, again and again the 'Best in the Empire' over coming some five thousand other entrants. As one of the leading wine experts had put it "the most romantic of wines, with so voluptuous a perfume, so sweet an edge, and so powerful a punch that, like falling in love, they make the blood run hot and the soul wax embarrassingly poetic"..the wine when drunk could onloy be described as superb, ripe black cherry and smoky-spicy oak notes; juicy berry flavors, excellent balance and finish.

He stopped for a second, his head slightly tilted his eyes drooping half closed as he felt changes occuring about him. Then his smile was brilliant "If you will excuse me Ms. Salazzo, I think I need to go congratualte my mother. She's been alone for far too long. Oh, and might I have the honor of acting as your escort this evening?" He asked before he left.

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Ambassador Smith, Captain Patterson & Lieutenant Hydriien

"No. No I am fine. Tell me about this city Lieutenant? It must have a history?"

The lieutenants face went grim. He'd been born the year of the attempted coup, but he'd lost family in that. "No sir, not really Nova Terranis is only a hundred year so so old." He turned to gesture out to the lake. "The lake doen't have a name, none could be found appropriate. The bottom is a solid smooth bowl of black glass, Helevorn, where the city of Helevorn lay, over a thousand foot deep at its deepest point. Dobson and his ..traitors"

The look in his eyes was savage for just the barest instant, then it was gone "Though that if they destroyed the capitol, a city that had stood for seventeen hundred years, then the Compact would fail and they'd win. They recogned without taking two factors into consideration. The first being that we, all of us deep down inside, didn't want the Compact to end. And secondly that what most considered just Xa' mythos, was actually, factually real."

"The fact that the military was effectively hamstrung, most of our senior most officers were in on the plot didn't stop a civilain firm, Omega II, from kicking but and taking names in a fashion worthy of even the Cadre's high standards. The Dowager Empress herself, at that time Omega II's CEO, armoured up and it was her team that found and captured Secretay of Defense Dobson. Then she helped us pull it all back together." He shook his head in admiration. "Then we ...I think the human termed is "swine shackled' ...her into being Empress."

Vanadict, Novan Ambassador

Not at all. And you are?"

The three figures in the hologram bowed. "I am Lady Kaminari Kitirchiba noh Yamato, and these are my husbands Hiko-nagisa-ta u-gaya-fuki-ahezu noh Mikoto" She gestured to the one to her right, the one who's hair was partially in a thick braid and carried an odd short staff in his left hand. His image bowed gravely once again, as momentarily he looked fully human, then in full fox, it could be seen that he had nine tails. The wand with it's braid of bound rice staks hinted at his descent from the one known as Inari, and gave clue that his sphere was water.

"And this is Kamu-Yamato-Ihare-Biko" The younger Kitsune bowed low, his glorious fur a deep russett red and his eyes bright copper green. He had two plunily thick white tipped tails. His sword scabberd was bronze and gold, bown and copper,emerald and jade for his sphere was that of earth.

"I have the honor to be the Celestial Imperia's first ambassador to another nation. Might we speak in person?" 'Nari asked. Her name gave away her sphere, that of lightening.

Rob, Aeris

Once they were in the bedroom of the spacious suite, Rob picked Aeris and tossed her onw to the bed. "Darling, the man's not going to last a minute here." He followed her on to the spacious hover bed, wrapping his arms about her. They didn't need to get ready quite yet - and he hadn't seen his wife in nearly two weeks. He ran his hands though her long auburn hair and just basked in the glow of being with his heart's delight.

Mercy watched them go a smile that turned slightly sad once the door closed behind them. Then with a sigh she entered her own suite. Her maid met her and began husting her off to the bathroom to shower and begin the process of getting ready for this most formal of occassions. She just wished she had some one to share it with, but after loosing the three men she'd loved in her life to assassins, she really wasn't ready to find another.

"Darling, the man's not going to last a minute here."

Aeris lay on her back as he crawled up next to her after a shared kiss. She lay her head on his arm, sighing. "That's what I'm afraid of. But, I've seen him in action. He's good, real good when he's got himself sorted out well. He just has a little bit to work on in order to bring that part of him out in the open."

She looked up at him, noting his look. She looked down again, "All right, maybe a lot. Give him a chance though. We were all like him at one point or another but we learned to make ourselves better presentable."

She tapped a finger to his chin, "Even you Rob." She brought her face up against his neck, inhaling softly as a smile slowly formed on her face. "Enough about him. He'll fall or rise on his own accord." Turning over onto her stomach, she pointed with her thumb toward her own back. It was clear what she wanted from him. A giggle was heard for a moment.

Vanadict, Novan Ambassador

Not at all. And you are?"

The three figures in the hologram bowed. "I am Lady Kaminari Kitirchiba noh Yamato, and these are my husbands Hiko-nagisa-ta u-gaya-fuki-ahezu noh Mikoto Kamu-Yamato-Ihare-Biko" She gestured to the one to her right, the one who's hair was partially in a thick braid and carried an odd short staff in his left hand. His image bowed gravely once again, as momentarily he looked fully human, then in full fox, it could be seen that he had nine tails. The wand with it's braid of bound rice staks hinted at his descent from the one known as Inari, and gave clue that his sphere was water.

"And this is Kamu-Yamato-Ihare-Biko" The younger Kitsune bowed low, his glorious fur a deep russett red and his eyes bright copper green. He had two plunily thick white tipped tails. His sword scabberd was bronze and gold, bown and copper,emerald and jade for his sphere was that of earth.

"I have the honor to be the Celestial Imperia's first ambassador to another nation. Might we speak in person?" 'Nari asked. Her name gave away her sphere, that of lightening.
Vanadict bowed to Lady Kaminari first, then to Hiko-Nagia and Mikoto Kamu in turn. "Greetings."
"I have the honor to be the Celestial Imperia's first ambassador to another nation. Might we speak in person?"
"Indeed we may. Where would you like to meet at? What I have seen of the Palace is beautiful, and I still have not seen much."

Vanadict, Kaminari, Hiko & Kamu

"Indeed we may. Where would you like to meet at? What I have seen of the Palace is beautiful, and I still have not seen much."

Kaminari beamed, delighted at Vanadict's willingness to meet with them. "Perhaps in the lovely floating pagoda in the gardens about these suites?" She suggested. "Nothing formal or overly long, as we all must ready ourselves for the Grand Reception, and I know how wearying travel can be"

'There's a stariway leading down to the garden just to the right of the Transporter alcove." With that she and her husbands bowed one last time and the hologram vanished.

"True." The Vanadict bowed as the three disappeared. She took a moment to splash a little water on her face in the ornate bathroom. Vanadict's suite was simple and modern, but not bare nor sparten. A single, queen-sized bed with the holo immediatly across from it took up most of the room. White marble with black veins running though it composed the two bedside tables on either side of the head of the bed, supporting gold lamps. The carpet was the color of a starship's engine exhast, a kind of blue/white. The walls were pure white, stone or metal Vanadict could not tell. She put her katana back on and stepped out the door. Immediatly a Black Guard was beside her, ready to escort her to the pagoda. "You are not needed," she murmered. "We are among friends, I am safe." The Guard nodded his black, helmeted head and he vanished, back to his quarters. The Vanadict was never really alone, her Guards were on call at any moment. But for now she was unacompanied. She made her way to the stairway next to the Transporter alcove and climbed it to the floating pagoda above. There she waited for the Celestial Imperia's Ambassador, also known to Vanadict as Nova Nippon.

Valerria noted the photo - and guessed it was Mistress Black's home world, Jade, though she wasn't certain of the significance of the lamp- she guessed it might be a personal ritual, if she got to feel comfortable with Mistress Black she might ask about it later.

"i have breastfeed him and don't have to feed him till another hour and a half"

"Perhaps then he is ready for a warm bath and a short nap" Melinda offered, she thoroughly approved of breast feeding. It was far better in strengthings an infants immune system, and made them more intellengent as well.

Porthos made an appearance to greet the new guest, as he'd over heard she had no other luggange. "Madame Black, please might I have the priviledge of designing and creating a formal gow for you?' He requested excitedly.

Valeria and Roger rolled their eyes behind his hologram back. He had an absolutely flair for dressing people, but he could get so carried away...


Black after picking her son up turns and faces Melinda
"i bath or shower with him so guess i be having a bath now, and nap do him fine after it"she said to her as she watchs him looking up at her

"Madame Black, please might I have the priviledge of designing and creating a formal gow for you?'

"what the"said Black as she was still not use to holograms or people popping out of nowhere
"why are asking that" she now says as she got herself together

Herenecco, Michiko, Razyn

“Lord Senator Herenecco nos Anarórë, of Tuat,” Of the Eternal Necrontyr Empire of the C’tan, here in the capacity of observer and plenipotentiary. A pleasure to be here to make your acquaintance!”

Michiko, having been alerted to the arrival of the C'tan shuttle had, arm in arm with Razyn, headed toward where it would set down, and greeted the Senator with warm welcome " Lord Senator, I am Michiko Jones, Minister of State and on behalf of the Tanaran Empire I am most pleased to welcome you to Midgard. We hadn't expected to garner the attention of the fabled Necrontye Empire." Her eyes crinkled with private laughter -she'd share it with Herenecco and Razyn later over a fine bit of brandy later, they'd probably laugh themselves silly. She'd been half afraid something darkly undead would have stepped forth, but the Lord Senator nos Anarórë certainly wasn't that!

"And might I introduce Ambassador Razyn Drautica of the Imperium of Hobbeebia" Her face turning up to Razyn as a sunflower follows the sun, and her warm smile becoming even more brilliant - she couldn't help but steal a look up at him, then she brought her attention back to the Senator.

Rayzn looked back at her with eyes as kind as a kitten. For every second he spent with her was like a moment of time was stopped just for them. Razyn then looked back to the Senater and gave a slight bow in regards to a welcome.

The three Novan Kitsune appeared first as small globes of shimmering light, each in a hue that matched their sphere's. The orbs luminessence spread then disssipated and the three Vanadict had seen in the holo were seated cross legged on some of the many thick and comfortable sitting pillows that were spread about the pagoda. Off to one side a tray with a cha pot and plates of small sandwiches sat, fragarent steam wafting off the cha pot.

"Forgive us for making you wait Madame Vanadict" Kaminari caroled merrily "We had a short disagreement on what we remembered as your people's preferences in foods. Mostly vegetarian, right?"

Her eyes twinkled and her two husbands rolled their eyes in near unison, but none of them seemed angry or out of sorts.

"Enough about him. He'll fall or rise on his own accord."

"That's fine by me, but I won't be surprized if he falls." Rob said as he turned his attention to giving his lovely wife just what she wanted...a nice long back rub. Soon she was all but purring and drifting off to sleep. He encouraged that, for while she needed far less sleep than a human did, she had the distressing tendancy to run herself ragged. And it was his considered opinion that she never took enough time for herself. Though it did make her an excellent leader for her people.

As he lay there holding his sleeping bride he went over his part in the Coronation. As the youngest of the living bearers of the Lion he would be the honor bearer for the first Challenge.

The lieutenants face went grim. He'd been born the year of the attempted coup, but he'd lost family in that. "No sir, not really Nova Terranis is only a hundred year so so old." He turned to gesture out to the lake. "The lake doen't have a name, none could be found appropriate. The bottom is a solid smooth bowl of black glass, Helevorn, where the city of Helevorn lay, over a thousand foot deep at its deepest point. Dobson and his ..traitors"

The look in his eyes was savage for just the barest instant, then it was gone "Though that if they destroyed the capitol, a city that had stood for seventeen hundred years, then the Compact would fail and they'd win. They recogned without taking two factors into consideration. The first being that we, all of us deep down inside, didn't want the Compact to end. And secondly that what most considered just Xa' mythos, was actually, factually real."

"The fact that the military was effectively hamstrung, most of our senior most officers were in on the plot didn't stop a civilain firm, Omega II, from kicking but and taking names in a fashion worthy of even the Cadre's high standards. The Dowager Empress herself, at that time Omega II's CEO, armoured up and it was her team that found and captured Secretay of Defense Dobson. Then she helped us pull it all back together." He shook his head in admiration. "Then we ...I think the human termed is "swine shackled' ...her into being Empress."

"I'm sorry to hear about your losses" Smith stated sincerely and regretfully, "We have recently suffered ourselves and..."

Then Smith stopped and gave a small smile, then the smile became lopsided and he fell forward. First onto his knees, then he hit the floor of the gondola. Patterson was at his side in seconds
"We need Medical Assistance immediately!" She called to the Lieutenant, she was very much the Captain again. Smith was dead to the world...

...Andala Colony, four weeks previously...

"...move! move! move! I want men in those balconies laying down suppressing fire! I want troops to man these barracades and made sure the Heavy Blasters are manned no matter what else is happening!"

Smith, with his rifle in his hands, stumbled out into the plaza. Dozens of troops were rushing around the place, setting guns or showing other soldiers were the SASM were likely to attack from. The Major in command of the area stepped forward

"Trooper! I want you to cover this barricade here! If the SASM walk through that rubble, I don't want you to stop firing until they're scrap-metal on the ground. Do I make myself clear?!"

"Yes...Sir...perfectly clear" Smith lay prone on the makeshift barricade and peered down the barrel of his rifle. He could already see the Bioroids storming through his mind. They were all going to die.

"Good man!" The Major stood on the barricade so that all could see him, "Listen up men! You are soldiers of the Alversian People's Republic! Your oath has always been to protect the people! Today you fufill that oath! No matter how many come through that rubble, you will stand your ground!"

The men cheered and rushed to complete their defences. Smith took heart from the words the Major had spoken,
'You are Soldiers of the Alversian People's Republic'
His mind joined in, encouraging him
'You are a Soldier of the Alversian People. You made it your sworn duty to protect them from harm. Now you will fufill that pledge to planet and people'
"Planet and People" Smith repeated softly to himself as the plaza shuddered.

Silence filled the air as the Soldiers lay prone on the barricade, stood behind pillars and column, manned heavy blasters mounted in the bandstands behind them or waited in the balconies which lined the long and open courtyard.

Then the voice spoke, that deep, hollow, mechanical voice.

"THIS IS THE VOICE OF THE SASM. YOU WILL SURRENDAR AND PREPARE FOR DISSECTION. ALL HOSTILE ELEMENTS WILL BE ANNILIATED."

"Courage men" The Major muttered from somewhere behind and to the left of Smith, "Courage"

Suddenly the wall directly in front of them collapsed, Smith jumped in fright as he saw the long lines of glowing red eyes. With every other soldier on that plaza, he closed his eyes and fired...

Present Day

"Ambassador? Ambassador, speak to me" Patterson was checking his pulse and his iris, but she had limited knowledge. She waited anxiously for a Medical Team to arrive and take over.

Ambasssador Smith Captain Patterson & Lieutenant

"We need Medical Assistance immediately!"

Any good lieutenant- and Hydriien was one of the best - knows exactly what to do when a Captain uses that voice - and the Grendel was already pressing the 'e' button on his bracer interface when she spoke.

"Major medical emergency." he reported. They'd know exactly where to 'Aport to.

The Captain scarely had time to try and rouse the Ambassador before a trio of medical personel materialised. Two quickly unfolded a 'grav stretcher while the Healer Adept knelt next to Captain Patterson. Clad in the crimson silks of one Tower trained and accredited, she peeled off a glove, "Excuse me Captain."

She waited until the Alversian captain had taken her hands off of the Ambassadors comatos form then touched his forehead lightly. She shug=ddered at the horror she found there "Post traumatic combat stress." She spoke compassionately.

"Can you stabilise his vitals for transport?" The nearest tech asked.

"Yes, but we need to get him to some place more suitable for me to work." She replied them moved back so that the other two could place the Alversian ambassador on the floating stretcher. Once he was secure the Healing Adpet returned to maintaining a light contact on his forehead - and with his tortured mind.

This was not a mechanical Transportation, and thus infinitely gentler on a injued human psuche, and the soothing touch of the Healing Adept buffered it even furter for Adam Smith.

The room the Captain and the others found themselves in was a soothing combinastion of muted greens in blues, the decor created with but one object in mind - letting a battered soul rest and heal.

He was some place warm, and safe, he could know that to the core of his being. Some place where there was only loving acceptance - complete and total of him, just as he was. No judgement, no weighing,...

Just a place that would let him cry, rage, scream and blaspheme at what he and those he was oathed to had been subjected to.

Mistress Black, Valeria, Porthos et al...

"why are asking that

"Because Porthos loves designing gowns" Valeria chuckled as the A.I. spoke over her

"Because every lovely woman should have a gown designed expressly for her at least one in a life time" The A.I. shot the grinning Valeria a glare. "And some of my gowns "He sniffed haughitly "have won awards"

Valeria nodded, she had to admit he'd fashioned some stuning creations in the past

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Ambassador Terminia Marcellus

The Angenterian ambassador's annunciator chimed. She had been introduced to the suite's - and there for hers -attending staff before settling back for her edifying chat with Porthos. The screen showed that the caller was the senior staffer for the suite, Helena Merryman.

"Madame Ambassador did you wish the services of a masseuse, hairdresser or manicurist before the Grand Reception? " The slightly plump, pleasant faced older lady enquired in her soft voice.

The three Novan Kitsune appeared first as small globes of shimmering light, each in a hue that matched their sphere's. The orbs luminessence spread then disssipated and the three Vanadict had seen in the holo were seated cross legged on some of the many thick and comfortable sitting pillows that were spread about the pagoda. Off to one side a tray with a cha pot and plates of small sandwiches sat, fragarent steam wafting off the cha pot.

"Forgive us for making you wait Madame Vanadict" Kaminari caroled merrily "We had a short disagreement on what we remembered as your people's preferences in foods. Mostly vegetarian, right?"

Her eyes twinkled and her two husbands rolled their eyes in near unison, but none of them seemed angry or out of sorts.
Vanadict herself sat and she gave a sly smile. "We did not claw our way to the top of our food chain just to eat plants. Meat, the more the better." She nodded. As she was, she could stomach many foods, but that would not mean that said food would taste pleasant. Xiscapians could eat meat, roots, some fruits, but that was just about it. Chocolate would be death, too much anyway. It amused them that the sweet food was considered a delight by many, when it was lethal to them. Then again, some Xiscapians ate things which would be considered disgusting by many standereds, but that was another story for another time.
Ared's question sobered Richart instantly but before he could reply, another voice broke in. The gondola they were in was also carrying another diplomatic party, a small group of Xa'Cz'inni that had nodded amicably enough when Richart had escorted the Ambassadors aboard, but had not introduced themselves- being occupied with the care of one of their number, who seemed to be very elderly.

The voice was whipsy with age, and one had to listen intently to hear her.

"I am acknowledged to be over ten thousand turnings about a star, and from my great granddam, who had it from her great grand sire, this is the tale from the tail." Frail hands grasped her slender tail and shook it lightly, an ancient manner of symbolizing that the words about to be spoken were truth...

But there was more than words, the Lady Scholar's powers reached out and gathered them all up into the Xa'Cz'iini racial memory...no mental assault, no delving into the listeners minds but opening her door into Dreamtime and letting the currents sweep them in, for them to experience as if they were there a part of what happened....

Longer ago than the lifespan of the average star, a race arose to preemminence, enjoying the heights of technology and civilzation. They could have 'ascended', moved on from corporeal constraints, but that was not Their desire. They enjoyed their physicality too much. They prospered and flourished, controling an immense portion of the universe, spanning many hundreds of galaxies.

That vastness was not enough, They hungered for more. Turning their fabulous technology to creating that which they believed would make their expansion unstoppable, They designed and brought into existance the ultimate weapon, the ultimate soldier, combined into one whole. For many, many long generations their creations served Them faithfully, without hesitation, knowing nothing but their duty to their overlords, their creators. They expaned their master's dominion further than their delighted overlords could have forseen. They exterminated any that stood stood againt them with unbelievable effeciency.

However there was a flaw in the design, one hidden deep, but over time it came forth. They had not created blindly obedient robots, but living, thinking, growing beings. Weapons yes, but with their own 'geist', their own unique racial selfness. And when the Xa Cz'inni discovered what they had done, had been used for, they rebelled, and their retribution was terrible.

The race that created the Xa Cz'inni no longer exists, and the Xa' have chosen to become more than what they had been created to be... without losing one iota of what they had been designed to be...living weapons.

and here she let them loose, to fall back into the privacy of their own masks, their own selves...

"They created us, just as they created the Celestial Ring...Any who has ever looked upon the galaxy can see that it is no natural formation from the movemnts of the Universe... but deliberately created. And the smaller Ring within the ring... the Eye That Watches Over, created and placed where it is**... We brought Them the stars that They used, we took them, bound them from their rightful places in the universe, and brought them to be playtoys for Those that directed our being."

"But we did not destroy the Celestial Ring when we freed ourselves from Them, but bound what remained of Their essence to protect Their last creation...So when Midgard, was injured so desperately it was no surprize to us that the Phoenix arose. Even though the bearer of the Phoenix did not know what she carried...but then again that one's sire always had been one for poking about where he shouldn't have." The ancient voice fell silent, and the elder seemed to doze off wearied by what she had effected.
Vorn could only listen with facinated attention to the strange being's tale. She was a powerful storyteller. He finally spoke, somewhat unsure of himself. "Those who use power should abstain from giving it the ability to think indepdently...for then you have not created servants, but slaves." He didn't know what else to speak of, inexperienced and rather intimidated by those accompanying him, particularly someone who was "over ten thousand turnings about a star" old.

Vanadict, Nari & Husbands

Nari threw back her head and laughed as her husbands looked smug "Oh my prize is forfiet. Alas my poor memory!"

Pouring cha and offering sandwiches about - piled high with rare roast beef -Nari inquired "You won't be staying on as ambassador will you Madame Vanadict? Your roll is more as his Imperial Majestie's personal representative rather than ambassador to a single nation, Yes?" She nodded, for the question was more for clarification than actual lack of knowledge

"I just wanted to let you know that you'll find the Tanaran's good allies. They have been very keen on the reports we've passed along about your horrible war against SASM. The Xa, well..." She paused for a moment searching for the proper way to describe the influence the Bloodlines had in the Ring "the term major faction doesn't quite apply, but they are a driving force in the area and any one with any sense listens to them and their advise very carefully. From what we learned about SASM's actions" There was no way to put it delicately. "Those are of a nature to cause the Xa'Cz'inni to call Crusade."

"Be open, Nari" The elder Kitsune's voice was deep and rumbly "They'd cheerfully commit genocide over what this Society for the Advancment of Social Medicine has done. The Empire will be asking two 6hings on the Xa's behalf. Are you absolutely sure they are gone- not just defeated but exterminated? And "How can we help?"

Kamu spoke now "They are like that. Their desire to hekp others is genuine, but they will not let you become dependant on them and their advanced technology."

More cha and sandwiches, this time of succulent roast chicken, were offered around.

"Those who use power should abstain from giving it the ability to think indepdently...for then you have not created servants, but slaves

One of the younger Xa chuffed softly as others attened to the elder, wrapping a shawl about her tenderly. ""Hubris is the downfall of many races Master Kitsune. And when one plays as a God and creates life, that is when one must be the most careful of all not to fall foul of that failing. To create life, and use it as instruments of destruction...that we will never allow to happen again if we can help stop it." He spoke solemly, backed by the agreement of every living one of his people.

The Gondola reached the ground side station, which was every bit as discretely elegant as the smaller area atop. A personal aide to Kaylinde was waiting for them, with a messaged for Ambassador Page. It seemed that the Republic had recalled him due to unspecified reasons. She escorted him to the Transporter and with last goodbyes to Ambassador Vorn and Ambassador Vorn, and Richart, he vanished in a cascade of light.

But a few minutes later Ambassador Vorn found himself in a cosy family room, comfortably furnished - one half expected to see a half grown black Lab puppy chewing on a favorite slipper, and the days news chips scattered about. Richart had excused himself, his tasks prior to the events still had to be finished.

He found himself being warmly greeted by the Empress (http://www.atddm.com/kformal.jpg), and her heir Dominique (http://www.atddm.com/off1.jpg)

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with us Ambassador Vorn. We wanted you to know that there is absolutely nothing amis with your accreditation and we will be most happy to have you as the Xiscapian Ambassador to our Court. The Xiscapians come most highly recommended by the Celertial Imperia, and our own investigations bear them out." Kaylinde urged him to make himself comfortable and to partake of the hearty sandwiches set admid other bowels and trays of finger foods.

"It's several hours to the banquet yet, and we'd hate for any of our guests to collapse due to hunger" Dominique agreed as she asked him what he'd like to drink."

The room the Captain and the others found themselves in was a soothing combinastion of muted greens in blues, the decor created with but one object in mind - letting a battered soul rest and heal.

Captain Patterson stood faithfully by Smith as he recovered from what could only be described as a major physical and physological breakdown. She had only limited knowledge of where he had been prior to their meeting and the rest had to be dug out from the APAF Database.

He had been serving on the Andala Colony near to the Alversian Homeworld. It had been attacked by the SASM, it's defending fleet brushed aside and it's inhabitants ruthlessly dissected. Fortuneatly, plasma storms had prevented the SASM Pathfinders from just teleporting up their victims. They had had to travel to the surface to find their prey. The heroic sacrafice of 25,000 troops of the APA and APN saved some of the Civilians but not a lot. Of the 345,000 Inhabitants on the colony, all but 10,000 were dissected or killed.

Patterson sighed and let her calm demeneor drop slightly. She hadn't joined for this. None of her class at the APN Officer's Academy had joined for this. Although she had been in the APN for eight years prior to this war, she had only been a Captain for four weeks when her ship was thrown into the cauldron of war.

It had been hell for all of them. The endless casualty reports and in the computer telemetery telling them the war would be lost in a matter of weeks. The APN desperatly trying to stem the tide, throwing fleet after fleet into conflicts they could never win. And never did. Before the war, the Alversian People's Navy had had an active combat strength of 5,000 Warships. Now she had just 3,000 and some of those were still in drydock undergoing repairs or refits. Alversia had suffered. They all had suffered.

Turning to one of the Tanarans, she asked a simple question;
"What's going through his head?"

Andala Colony, four weeks ago...

To his right, Smith could make out the screams of troops as their position was peppered with yellow laser fire. The SASM Bioroids, once living but now nothing more than an organic processor inside a heartless metal skeleton. There were at least a dozen abreast and thousands of them now decended on the colony.

Smith squeezed the trigger of his rifle again, he watched as the bolts of compressed phasonic energy tore into the Bioroids, barely stopping them. Each shot would embed itself in the machine, sometimes tearing a piece off. None of it would sto a Bioroid until the damage became too much for it to physically continue walking. That was the only way.

Small layers of tracer collided with the column in the distance as the troops on the balcony sprayed the SASM with fire. One or two of the Bioroids fell but not many. They were getting closer.

A soldier directly behind Smith was thrown backwards as the SASM return fire hit him square in the chest. He simply grunted and hit the ground hard. The SASM were getting closer and closer.

"Fall back! Fall back to the Second Plaza!" It was the Major, blood was running down one side of his head, concealing one eye while his uniform was torn and shredded. He was firing with the standard Alversian Service Pistol as he called,

"FALL BACK! FALL BACK! Get the women and children out, get them out! Withdraw!" He called.

Smith rose obediently. He watched the SASM fire head straight for his head, then heard the sounds of the laser fire ricochet of the stone pillars behind him. He saw the three soldiers who rose with him twist and convulse as the fire hit them, they threw their rifles high into the air as their lifeless bodies fell heavily on the rubble-strewn ground.

He turned and ran down one of the corridors, only faintly aware of the soldiers following him or leading him. Where was the Major? The nice one who had encouraged him and fired at the unstoppable machines with nothing other than a puny service pistol? Who cared? His last order ran through Smith's head:
'Protect the woman and children!'

The Healing Adepts hand never left Adams forehead, her ability keeping his mind from tearing his body apart further, and letting him finsih what he needed to...

Her voice was eerily soft and yet unyielding as she experienced everthing he was..."Do you really want to know?' Her free hand reached up but didn't touch Captain Patterson - it would be the Captain's choice.

Others were joining her in her efforts to ease Smith's horror and anguish- some no necessarily physically present, but all taking some of her strain, and sharing in the sorrow and horror of what the Alversians had suffered.

Mistress Black, Valeria, Porthos et al...

"why are asking that

"Because Porthos loves designing gowns" Valeria chuckled as the A.I. spoke over her

"Because every lovely woman should have a gown designed expressly for her at least one in a life time" The A.I. shot the grinning Valeria a glare. "And some of my gowns "He sniffed haughitly "have won awards"

Valeria nodded, she had to admit he'd fashioned some stuning creations in the past
Black cheeks went red when the A.I called her a lovely woman

"thank you, but you really don't have too,i'am happy as is,but if you must you must" she said back to the A.I as she looks at her son

she touch his cute nose, then rub his belly and talks to him as she dose

"i'am happy that i have you, our nice little home and someone who cares for me and you"she said to him before looking up at Melinda

"ma-am how is the bath coming along"Black asked her

Rob let Aeris sleep as he went about fitting the peices of his formal uniform about him. He'd have felt more comfortable in Cadre power armor,- he'd already promoted that thought and lost. "Too aggressive, it might frighten some" The coordiantor had declared and he'd had to fume silently. Though the other bearers of the Lion agreed with him. Armor was surely safer with the psi mechs from the 501st waltzing about. Not to mention the tonnes of fliower pettals they'd be tossing about.

He looked at the uniform, customed tailored to fit him perfectly and exclusively - heavy Ashstar silk, one of the few silks that could be as crisp and clean of line as Linen. In a blue so deep it was all but black, the blue of the midnight sky. Trousers gleaming with a crimson, for blood spilt, stripe up the outside each leg. His undershirt, little more than a collarless long sleeved singlet, of softer silk, also in that unearthly blue, fitting him like a second skin- though the long fitted cuffs were of the crisp Ashstar silk and of the same crimson hue as the trouser stripe - but the cuffs would barely show - just an accent beneath the tunic.

The tunnic was heavy, double layered to hold the wieght of the honors of the wearer. The Mandarin collar was edged in gould bullion cord as was the hem of the sleeves, which were long enough and fitted enough that the crimson cuffs of the undershirt barely peeked out. The tailoring was plain, no fancy stitching, just perfect, hand done stitching, as it was meant to be nothing more than a canvas and frame work. And frame not only its wearer, but the honors he had earned, perfectly.

Against that subtly shaded, even more subtly shimmering midnight sky, his awards gleamed, each perfectly polished, each perfectly placed. Row upon row, each earned. But over and above them all lay One, it's wide ribband of matte grograine in the hue of fresh life's blood.

The Lion, head on, it's eyes of unveiled Starstone, swirling with their quasi living life, and about it the broken field of stars. Each Lion was unique, made to suite the bearer and the events which had earned this terrible burden. None of the Carde had ever accepted the honor before, they had all said they were but doing their duty. The Empress had trapped Cadre Captain HRH Robert Ryan Fortier- Hexx though. She'd ordered him, publicly, and he could not refuse the order...He had protested vigorously, but she was adamant, and slowly he had knelt, though forever he would believe he was not worthy. The broken field of stars symbolized those who had died in the event, those he wore it for, those to whom the true honor went.

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Vanadict, Nari & Husbands

Nari threw back her head and laughed as her husbands looked smug "Oh my prize is forfiet. Alas my poor memory!"

Pouring cha and offering sandwiches about - piled high with rare roast beef -Nari inquired "You won't be staying on as ambassador will you Madame Vanadict? Your roll is more as his Imperial Majestie's personal representative rather than ambassador to a single nation, Yes?" She nodded, for the question was more for clarification than actual lack of knowledge

"I just wanted to let you know that you'll find the Tanaran's good allies. They have been very keen on the reports we've passed along about your horrible war against SASM. The Xa, well..." She paused for a moment searching for the proper way to describe the influence the Bloodlines had in the Ring "the term major faction doesn't quite apply, but they are a driving force in the area and any one with any sense listens to them and their advise very carefully. From what we learned about SASM's actions" There was no way to put it delicately. "Those are of a nature to cause the Xa'Cz'inni to call Crusade."

"Be open, Nari" The elder Kitsune's voice was deep and rumbly "They'd cheerfully commit genocide over what this Society for the Advancment of Social Medicine has done. The Empire will be asking two 6hings on the Xa's behalf. Are you absolutely sure they are gone- not just defeated but exterminated? And "How can we help?"

Kamu spoke now "They are like that. Their desire to hekp others is genuine, but they will not let you become dependant on them and their advanced technology."

More cha and sandwiches, this time of succulent roast chicken, were offered around.
"Ambassador Vorn will be staying here to head the Embassy, if that is permissible. I usually travel to meet with allies or potential allies, rather than negotiations with enemies or the like." Vanadict smiled softly as she took a sandwitch. Her smile fell at the next line of questioning about the SASM. "We, too, supported nothing less than total destruction of the SASM for their crimes. We though the Calaverans were bad..." she shuddered.
"The SASM gathered it's entire force to destroy the Alversian Peoples Navy and the Imperial Grand Navy in combat. Two unexpected boons gave us an advantage, however. Two private contractors had been given the task of rescuing two certain women. One a First Officer in the Alversian Navy, the other a turncoat Rebel fighter pilot. What they had in common was that they were Halfbreeds. You see, Halfbreeds are a mixture. When an Xiscapian and an Alversian mate, they produce what we call a Halfbreed, half Alversian, half Xiscapian. The public opinion, while not openly racist, was nevertheless not kind towards such deviations," she paused in consideration.

"Anyway, the two women, the First Officer named Ashe and the Rebel pilot named Sasha, had been captured on a Pathfinder, a SASM ship. The private contractors, along with the former Captain of a Alversian Dreadnought which had been destroyed by the SASM, entered the ship and rescued both Halfbreeds. While on the Pathfinder the two were going to be changed into Biodroids, SASM shock troops. The process was only about thirty percent complete, the maximum threshold for retaining independent thought, when they were saved. This established a link with the Server, which contolled all Pathfinders and Biodroids. It allowed them to read what orders it gave out and conter them. However, the process works both ways: The Server in turn could read their minds. The SASM ship was captured and it rendered two very important technological advances: Rotating shields, able to resist SASM lasers, and the SASM shield frequency, which enabled our lasers to bypass SASM shields to strike at armor. Ashe was taken back to the main fleet and given command, and her former Captain became her Flag Captain, and Sasha her First Officer. From there they engaged the SASM fleet, along with our own, many times smaller fleet. The Alversian fleet had something like five thousand ships. We had about a hundred and twenty. So the battle began." Abruptly the Vanadict looked down, out of reverence for those lives lost.

"It was a deadlock, with the two opposing Commanders able to read the others mind and interpret their actions. A strike team, consisting of the two private contractors, Ashe and Sasha was deployed aboard the Pathfinder where the Server was located. There, however, the Halfbreeds were too close to the Server, and the Server was able to take over Ashe, rendering her a Biodroid in all but form. Sasha struggled with her while the two private contractors went to destroy the Server. They were able to do so with an EMP bomb, which left all the Pathfinders and Biodroids commandless and unmoving. From there all the helpless Pathfinders and Biodroids were destroyed. In all we lost a mere twenty ships. The Alversians, however, lost about two thousand ship to the SASM. Their Navy had been gutted, with millions of Alversian lives lost, compared to our thirty thousand. With the Server destroyed, even if anymore Pathfinders or Biodroids did exist, they would be inert."
One of the younger Xa chuffed softly as others attened to the elder, wrapping a shawl about her tenderly. ""Hubris is the downfall of many races Master Kitsune. And when one plays as a God and creates life, that is when one must be the most careful of all not to fall foul of that failing. To create life, and use it as instruments of destruction...that we will never allow to happen again if we can help stop it." He spoke solemly, backed by the agreement of every living one of his people.

The Gondola reached the ground side station, which was every bit as discretely elegant as the smaller area atop. A personal aide to Kaylinde was waiting for them, with a messaged for Ambassador Page. It seemed that the Republic had recalled him due to unspecified reasons. She escorted him to the Transporter and with last goodbyes to Ambassador Vorn and Ambassador Vorn, and Richart, he vanished in a cascade of light.

But a few minutes later Ambassador Vorn found himself in a cosy family room, comfortably furnished - one half expected to see a half grown black Lab puppy chewing on a favorite slipper, and the days news chips scattered about. Richart had excused himself, his tasks prior to the events still had to be finished.

He found himself being warmly greeted by the Empress, and her heir Dominique

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with us Ambassador Vorn. We wanted you to know that there is absolutely nothing amis with your accreditation and we will be most happy to have you as the Xiscapian Ambassador to our Court. The Xiscapians come most highly recommended by the Celertial Imperia, and our own investigations bear them out." Kaylinde urged him to make himself comfortable and to partake of the hearty sandwiches set admid other bowels and trays of finger foods.

"It's several hours to the banquet yet, and we'd hate for any of our guests to collapse due to hunger" Dominique agreed as she asked him what he'd like to drink."
"I don't think there is any fear of that, Empress!" Vorn laughed. "I am glad to hear the Imperia recommands us so highly." Vorn took a few peices of chicken. "I must say, your Palace is by far the largest and most elaborate I have ever seen. It must have taken master arcitects decades to build."

Anneka paused for a moment, holding the thought. Her pose indicated she was thinking, or at least in contemplation of some fact.

"Well, I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem to have you escort me. We can't tell my husband though, I don't think he'd be to much into it. He is Italian, after all. They tend to be a bit, passionate, about such things," she mused.

She selected the proper garment bag, and laid it out on the bed. "So I'll see you shortly then?" she asked, slipping out the dress shoes from the garment bag, and setting them on the floor.

Ambassador Vorn, Empress Kaylinde, Dominique

"I must say, your Palace is by far the largest and most elaborate I have ever seen. It must have taken master arcitects decades to build."

Dominque smiled and replied " Why thank you! but...No, though there were several squabbles in the designing of it - It took Xa technology and the coordinated efforts of the Towers just thirteen months to put up the whole. Decorating it took far longer. But most of the Palace is for other things than merely being a residence. The Tanaran Imperial Childrens Hospital and Hospice takes up almost a fourth of the Palace's space, the Asgard Academy of the Performing Arts takes up as much if you count the theatre spaces, broadcast studios, and auditoriums."

"We like having our people feeling free to come and see the best in music, drama, dance and other forms of 'live' entertainment. But for those who can't, we broadcast four different holochannels" Kaylinde added. "Imperial offices account for about another fourth - though the vast majority of the bureaucracy of the Empire can be found comfortably ensconsed just five miles away at the Great Hall of the Houses."

'Thank you for seeing it as ever so splended. That you do says it has served it's ultimate purpose - to put a visable face of "us", the people of Tanara. The design took so long because it was insisted that all the various cultures be represented, in a way that was a harmonious whole.. We're not perfect, there have been bad times when we as a people were less than stellar and beneficial in our actions, but we've always tried to learn from our mistakes. And I know we'll make mistakes in the future, thats the nature of life- grow, learn, grow, learn more."

"But Ambassador enough about us, please, could you take a few minutes to tell us, as seen through your eyes, about your people?"

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Anneka Salazzo, Race

"So I'll see you shortly then?"

"madame Salazzo, I assure you that you are perfetly safe with me, I would never impunge a ladies honor or intrude on the sanctity of marriage vows. I shall flatter you outrageously, do my best to see that you have a grand time and keep you safe from any harm. But I must admit that your husband is a very lucky man."

He bowed gallantly once again and affirmed "Yes I shall be back shortly."

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Mistress Black, Melinda Valeria

Porthos took Mistress Blacks words as pernission and vanished in a cascade of pleased harmonious notes.

"ma-am how is the bath coming along"

Melinda went and checked, coming back quickly. "It's just about perfectly ready" She replied as she offered Mistress Black a incredibly soft robe to wrap herself in.

As they headed into the bath Porthos displayed two gowns, both Were floor length, one in what looked like liquid silver (http://www.atddm.com/gown1.jpg), the other in a rich matte violet silk chiffon (http://www.atddm.com/gown2.gif).

"Does either appeal to you Mistress Black?" He enquirred.

"But Ambassador enough about us, please, could you take a few minutes to tell us, as seen through your eyes, about your people?"
Vorn sighed. "Recently, my people's history has been filled with war. But this is not a topic I wish to dwell on for long, so I will just give you a brief overview: Ever since Xiscapia was colonized, thousands of years ago, we knew another race, the Korr. Have you ever heard of a society called the Covenant?" he inquired, looking at the Empress.

The Healing Adepts hand never left Adams forehead, her ability keeping his mind from tearing his body apart further, and letting him finsih what he needed to...

Her voice was eerily soft and yet unyielding as she experienced everthing he was..."Do you really want to know?' Her free hand reached up but didn't touch Captain Patterson - it would be the Captain's choice.

Others were joining her in her efforts to ease Smith's horror and anguish- some no necessarily physically present, but all taking some of her strain, and sharing in the sorrow and horror of what the Alversians had suffered.

Patterson shook her head and fright and leapt backwards out of the way. She knew enough of the SASM to know that, whatever the ambassador was going through, it was best if she couldn't see it through his eyes.

"Do you know how long he may be in this condition?" She asked.

Andala Colony, Four weeks ago...

'Protect the women and children'

That was all that raced through Smith's head as he scrambled awkwardly over the rublle-strewn corridors with a rifle in one hand and a his each torn and bleeding from the sharp debris. These corridors were empty of everything. Empty of life, empty of light, empty of hope. All that remained were the sounds, the sounds of people screaming or crying, the roaring of military orders or the mechanical clang of each SASM footstep through the ruined colony. He came out into a long, open hallway.

Where was he? He didn't know. He couldn't remember. None of it looked familiar to him. Maybe the lack of walls had something to do with it? All he knew was that, judging from the Alversian bodies and the ruins of Bioroids, the SASM had already passed this way.

"Protect the women and children!"

Desperately, he sprinted down another corridor, his breath was ragged and his eye sight was slowly being diminished by the sweat running down his face. he bumped into two other Soldiers. Finally! Life! he wasn't the only man left alive on the planet. They ran as a group through the runs, passing other collections of dead, young, old, women, childen, soldier, civilian. The SASM knew no distinction between them.

He turned the corner and found himself staring into the pale terrified eyes of a few Alversians. He noted there were three women and nine children, none older than twelve years old.

"I'm a Soldier. I'll help you escape," He heard himself say. His mouth was dry and his voice hoarse, "follow me!"

Timidly, they formed a small line as they ran through the corridors again. Smith knew where the evacuation ships would be. They were on Plaza Nine. He was on Plaza Seven, he knew they couldn't be far from safety.

He let another soldier take the lead as he dropped back to catch his breath. He ran out across one of the great courtyards of the colony. Then so much red and yellow laser fire filled the space that Smith lost sight of the man. When the fire had receeded slightly, he saw the burning carcass on the ground. The Woman sobbed and the children started to weep in fright.

"Stay calm!" His voice said again, "I'll get you through this, I swear!"

The Women, comforted by his words, took their children and dried their tears. Smith peered around the corner, checking both ends of the courtyard.

To the north, or his right, the garrison troops hid behind whatever rubble had fallen to the ground, or the craters in the cobbles themselves. They peeked over, every now and again to take a potshot at the endless rows of SASM Bioroids that were advancing from the left.

Smith swore to himself, the SASM were heading for the Evacuation Ships! Of course they were! Where else would they go? Take out the ships and 300,000 people would be waiting for collection. He turned and looked at the small group,

"There's no other way. We're gonna have to rush it and take our chances"

The Civilians looked at him in horror, the other Soldier looked at him in disbelief. Then he hoisted his rifle onto his shoulder,
"I'll go first, try and draw their fire."

"I'll follow you" Smith responded, grateful the man hadn't challenged his decision, even though he was probably many years Smith's senior, "Stay close behind us, and don't stop. No matter what!"

The last instuction was at the women and children. They nodded grimly, preparing themselves for the onslaught ahead.

The Soldier ran out, Smith dashed on his heels and behind them, he could hear the Women and Children running as well. They were nearly across the courtyard! But the safety of it's hall seemed to move further and further away, teasing them. Then a bolt connected with the side of the Soldier's head and he was flung into the wall. Smith ran past without so much as looking at him. He was in the corridor! He felt it's walls and roof surround him like a protective armour. He saw one of the women and one of the children run past him. He heard a scream. He turned.

The two other women and nine of the children were still trying to run across the courtyard, one had tripped and fallen, so the rest had stopped. Now they were out in the open. Smith could see the Bioroid front rank lower their weapons by a slight degree. They were aiming for the Women and Children.

"NO!" Smith screamed as the courtyard filled again with laser fire.

Ambassador Vorn, Empress Kaylinde, Dominique

"Recently, my people's history has been filled with war. But this is not a topic I wish to dwell on for long, so I will just give you a brief overview: Ever since Xiscapia was colonized, thousands of years ago, we knew another race, the Korr. Have you ever heard of a society called the Covenant?"

"No" Kaylinde said after a quick glance at Dominique who also shook her head negatively. The Tanaran Intellegence efforts for anything outside the Hoag had been rather sursory. "But please continue"

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Captain Patterson, Ambassador Smith, Tanaran Medical personell

"Do you know how long he may be in this condition?"

The healing Adept did not press the issue of the Captain's not wanting to experience Ambassador Smith's experiences. They were truly horrific and she, a trained Healing Adept ...she was wanting to weep, rending her clothes, and at the same time wanting to hunt the monsters down and rend them to sundry bits. But those of her Circle supported her, taking her sorrow and outrage...sharing it, making it bearable, offering solace, a comfort she passed along to the Alversian ambassador, offering that to strengthen and bolster him.

Again that gentle voice "He will take as long as he needs. We offer help, we will not and can not force it upon him. If he accepts I, we, can help him make it bearable, something that is less immediate, buffered."

"He is an intrinsicly good man, who feels rage, guilt, sorrow, and those are all powerful emotions. E-motion, energy in motion, and they can be rerouted, befome a positive force where before they had been all negatively directed, but it will have to be his choice."

He is an intrinsicly good man, who feels rage, guilt, sorrow, and those are all powerful emotions. E-motion, energy in motion, and they can be rerouted, befome a positive force where before they had been all negatively directed, but it will have to be his choice

Captain Patterson nodded in understanding
"The timeframe for his recovery is his to choose"

Andala Colony, Four Weeks previously

'I failed them'

Smith stumbled through the colony, dazed, alone, confused. What had been his first words to them?

'I'm a Soldier. Trust me'

Look where their trust had gotten him. He didn't care anymore. If he died, then so be it. It would be justice for those women and children he had abandoned in the open courtyard. Nothing between them and the ruthless SASM enemy. Those glowing, red eyes made it feel like they were piercng your very soul.

He shivered as he thought about it. No emotions, no connections, no sympathy. They didn't care who you were or what you did. If you could service them then that was all they wanted.

Smith entered Plaza 8 in time to see two more Soldiers cut down as the SASM column advanced up the open courtyard. They were on a parellel course to his own. While they marched up the open, into the fire. He walked around it through the ruined corridors of his home.

Then he saw the wreakage of a shop and he knew instantly where he was. This had been where Mrs. Baggin's pie shop had been. He remembered coming as a small boy with his friends and brothers, in the mist of early morning. He remembered the refreshing coolness of the vapour on his bare arms as he ran joyfully, racing his friends in a competition that hadn't been declared. Then he would catch the aroma of those pies and Mrs Baggins would be standing at the open door of her shop, smiling at the laughing children.

"You ran all the way here!?!" She would say in amazement and delight each time and each child would puff out his chest and proudly declare they had.

"You must be hungry after all that running" She would say, "come in"

That was then. When the veil of childhood innocence had still surrounded him. Now, he faced the harsh realities of life. Mrs. Baggins, much older then he remembered her, lay half buried in the rubble of her shop. A river of blood ran from her crushed body along the corridor towards the drains.

Barely containing a sob, he turned away and ran.

Eventually, he reached Plaza 9 and watched as the Soldiers began to prepare for a final stand. The evacuation ships stood ready. Only one was full, the rest were empty, abandoned. They would never recieve the victims they had been sent to rescue.

The Major stood, gaunt, aged about thirty years since Smith had last seen him. Acting in a confusing manner, his mind told him that he would have to salute the Major and ask for instructions.

He knew what the Major saw as he stood there. A young man, uniform shredded, blood dripping from all over, the look in his eyes of a dead man. Smith could see his face move with pity.

"Private Smith! I need someone to accompany the Civilian Transport as it runs for Alversia. The survivors of the fleet are withdrawing from Orbit so we don't have much time before the Transport will be complete vulnerable.

"No," His voice echoed back at him from different directions, "Let me...let me stay and defend my home"

"Your home's gone Soldier" The Major stated calmly, "Those Civilians on the transport are all that's left of it's achievements and beauty. You need to go with them. They'll need your strength, your confidence"

"I..." He was about to say before he sighed and everything went black. The last thing he saw was the blood red sky of an evening sunset and the screams of laserfire.

Then he woke up aboard a ship. His ordeal had ended.

Or so he thought, until now.

Tanara, Modern day

Smith bolted upright and looked aroound at the others. He knew they had followed him on his journey through that most disturbing memory.

"You saw what I saw" He said, more of a statement than a question.

Porthos took Mistress Blacks words as pernission and vanished in a cascade of pleased harmonious notes.

"ma-am how is the bath coming along"

Melinda went and checked, coming back quickly. "It's just about perfectly ready" She replied as she offered Mistress Black a incredibly soft robe to wrap herself in.

As they headed into the bath Porthos displayed two gowns, both Were floor length, one in what looked like liquid silver (http://www.atddm.com/gown1.jpg), the other in a rich matte violet silk chiffon (http://www.atddm.com/gown2.gif).

"Does either appeal to you Mistress Black?" He enquirred.

Black was undressing her son for his bath when Porthos asked which dress she likes
"mm"she said as she thinks looking at them

"the violet one i like thank you, now can you leave so i can undress so i can bath my son"said Black as the PDA she had taken out with the new clothes for son screen lit up

"hey a mesage" Black said as she picks it up to read it before putting it down with a smilie on her face

"No" Kaylinde said after a quick glance at Dominique who also shook her head negatively. The Tanaran Intellegence efforts for anything outside the Hoag had been rather sursory. "But please continue"
"Well, it is not directly revelant. In the Covenant there is a race known to the Terrans as the Brutes. About seven to nine feet high, look like huge, gray gorrilias with orange eyes. Anyway, so a race of these landed on the next planet over. They called themselves the Korr."

Vorn sighed. It was stil a touchy subject, though the war had been over for over a decade now.
"At first diplomatic relations were shaky, but not hostile. Then, somehow, war started. Hundreds of years ago. Both sides were quick to put up a defensive bloackade around their home planet, and the area inbetween Korrilia and Xiscapia became a battleground. Between the two planets is a gas giant, Jomstar, and several hundred moons orbiting it. This was where all the battles were fought, neither side gaining ground. As soon as we'd take a moon or section of space they'd take it back, and vice versa. Both sides lost thousands of ships and billions of troops, but nothing was accomplished aside from sorrow and terror. This dragged on for hundreds of years. Finally the Korr deployed a secret virus agent: We call it Swift Death,"
Here Vorn bit his lip and had to stop for a moment to quell the pain rising up inside him. Swift Death had claimed the lives of many of his childhood friends, and it still hurt to talk about it.

"This cut though Xiscapian soldiers, a virus that attacked our species specifically and could not be stopped. Our blockade was in ruins and the Korr smashed though to attack Xiscapia. We finally did what neither side had done in all the time of the war: We called for help. And we got it. While a number of races responded, foremost of these was the Alversians. They helped us repel the Korr, then push them back to Korrilia, and finally take the planet. Over a million soldiers were lost in the final battle alone. But we won. Korrilia decended in chaos, civil war. We didn't want to help. We didn't care anymore, not after billions of our brothers and sisters had gone to their deaths at Korr hands. Pretty soon millions of Korr fled from Korrilia, to seek life among the stars, and Korrilia was turned into a wasteland, ravanged by the wars, covered in corpses and destroyed vehicles and equipment. The air and ground was poison, and nothing lived there. A small but growing faction of Korr loyal to Xiscapia reside on our planet. Just the fact that they exist proves that they were not all bad. Indeed, there is a former Korr Admiral there who rebelled against his own people and help free Xiscapian and Alversian POWs and brought some of his people over to our side."

Ambassador Terminia Marcellus

The Angenterian ambassador's annunciator chimed. She had been introduced to the suite's - and there for hers -attending staff before settling back for her edifying chat with Porthos. The screen showed that the caller was the senior staffer for the suite, Helena Merryman.

"Madame Ambassador did you wish the services of a masseuse, hairdresser or manicurist before the Grand Reception? " The slightly plump, pleasant faced older lady enquired in her soft voice.

The Ambassador looked over. "No, thank you, I am quite comfortable with handling myself. Do you know how much more time I have until the opening reception?

Vanadict, Nari & Husbands

The Alversians, however, lost about two thousand ship to the SASM. Their Navy had been gutted, with millions of Alversian lives lost, compared to our thirty thousand. With the Server destroyed, even if anymore Pathfinders or Biodroids did exist, they would be inert."

The Novan Kitsune listened intently to what Vanadict said about the conflict with SASM. The Novans, faced with their own internal struggle had not been able to help the Xiscapains and Alversians. But with the home situation becoming resolved and settled they could now reach out further alliances that would benefit all.

Nari nodded, her eyes compassionate "I know the Imperia is preparing to offer aid to help rebuild, and, as I have inside information - I know the Tanaran's they will be offering as well."

"But what if another "server" were built, would not those still extant return to functionality?" Kamu asked, he was the more conversant with technology of Nari's husbands and thought it might be a concern. "If you have examples of the technology, might I suggest that you offer it . The Grendel are excellent at designing technology that would 'sniff' such out and once located, destroy it."

Mistress Black, Melinda, Valeria

the violet one i like thank you, now can you leave so i can undress so i can bath my son"

Porthos's hologram bowed elegantly and vanished. He would have the violet gown delivered shortly.

Valeria motioned Roger out of the suite and offered "If you'd like I'll gladly hold your son while you undress. May I ask his name?" She was glad that someone cared for the young woman and had reached out to make sure she was doing well.

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Ambassador Vorn, Empress Kaylinde, Dominique

Indeed, there is a former Korr Admiral there who rebelled against his own people and help free Xiscapian and Alversian POWs and brought some of his people over to our side


"Sometimes enemies can indeed become friends, but it takes much forgivenss and hard work. We've had similar in our past but nothing recent. And then you had barely recovered from the war with the Korr to then be attacked by SASM. That must have put a great strain on your people." Dominique said, her admiration for a people who can sustain through two such horrors with in a decade showing in her words.

"Ambassador Vorn, would you be so kind as to take a message to Vanadict for me?" Empress Kaylinde said "Well from both myself and my suscessor, and with the backing of both the Upper and Lower Houses..." She looked over, her atention caught by a bit of mothion. One of her aides stood in a door way, giving her a discrete signal.

Kaylinde gave the tiniest of nods and turned back to the Xizcapian ambassador "Ambassador Vorn, We are needed, but as I was saying. We want to offer our help to both the Xiscapians and the Alversians, and we would like to meet with all of you later to discuss what would be the best way to help. Could you convey that message, so that thought may be give to it?" She stood and politely excused herself, drawing Dominique with her. The signal had conveyed an emergency among the guests and both ladies would need to be apprised.

Another aide was waiting to escort Ambassador Vorn to his suite which was located next to Vanadicts in the Dragon Wing of the Palace.

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No, thank you, I am quite comfortable with handling myself. Do you know how much more time I have until the opening reception?

"Yes Madame Ambassador, roughly forty five minutes, and here in the Dragon Wing you are less than a thousand feet from the Crystal Hall where the Grand Reception will be held. Oh, and as all Ambassadors are welcome to take a part in the Coronation, you will have achoice in either walking or riding in a floater as part of the Procession.." Her voice lowered and she spoke with a slighty furtive air. "They've hired a professional that has turned the Processional and Challenge in to a bit of a parade...it's going to be holovised" Her voice was more than faintly scandalized.

Vanadict, Nari & Husbands

The Alversians, however, lost about two thousand ship to the SASM. Their Navy had been gutted, with millions of Alversian lives lost, compared to our thirty thousand. With the Server destroyed, even if anymore Pathfinders or Biodroids did exist, they would be inert."

The Novan Kitsune listened intently to what Vanadict said about the conflict with SASM. The Novans, faced with their own internal struggle had not been able to help the Xiscapains and Alversians. But with the home situation becoming resolved and settled they could now reach out further alliances that would benefit all.

Nari nodded, her eyes compassionate "I know the Imperia is preparing to offer aid to help rebuild, and, as I have inside information - I know the Tanaran's they will be offering as well."

"But what if another "server" were built, would not those still extant return to functionality?" Kamu asked, he was the more conversant with technology of Nari's husbands and thought it might be a concern. "If you have examples of the technology, might I suggest that you offer it . The Grendel are excellent at designing technology that would 'sniff' such out and once located, destroy it."
Vanadict considered. "No one, that we know of, would be able to build a second Server, because, ironically, the blueprints for such a device were held inside a the original Server. However, it may have put it down manually somewhere, as a fail-safe. We have captured a Pathfinder, and we hold several salvaged Biodroids for study, and I'm sure we could allow the borrowing of some of their technology," she sighed. "The damage, aside from the destruction of several colonies, was not great. The loss of ships and soliders was far more taxing, so I'm afraid there is not much anyone can do for the Alversians except provide raw material and funds to rebuild their Navy."
Ambassador Vorn, Empress Kaylinde, Dominique

"Of course." Vorn bowed himself out. Escorted by the servant, he strode out only to be informed by one of the Guards that Vanadict was meeting with representatives of the Novans. Vorn went back to his room to prepare for the coming events, both physically and mentally.

Vanadict, Nari & Husbands

"The damage, aside from the destruction of several colonies, was not great. The loss of ships and soliders was far more taxing, so I'm afraid there is not much anyone can do for the Alversians except provide raw material and funds to rebuild their Navy."

Nari noded at the Xiscapians response, though she knew more would be offered than mere monies or raw materials. "We shall see" was all she said though. A faint chime sounded. "Ah, it is about forty five minutes from the start of the Grand Reception. If you would excuse us, me must make ready."

The trio stood and bowed "It was such a pleasure to meet you!"

Vanadict stood and bowed as well. "And the same to you. May Qonn smile upon you." Normally this would not be said, but the three were kitsune in the traditional sense, so it applied. Vanadict gave a second, lighter bow and exited in a swirl of robes, off to make preperations for the Reception.

Ambassador Smith, Captain Patterson, Healing Adept

"You saw what I saw"

"I experienced your memories as if they were my own" The Healing Adept agreed, for indeed she had, those linked with and through her had a 'remove', the tiniest bit of buffering. Her voice carried hints of exhaustion but those who were linked with her send her renewing energies.

Then mind to mind - for they were his choices and his alone -she offered him the various options that lay before him.

Porthos's hologram bowed elegantly and vanished. He would have the violet gown delivered shortly.

Valeria motioned Roger out of the suite and offered "If you'd like I'll gladly hold your son while you undress. May I ask his name?" She was glad that someone cared for the young woman and had reached out to make sure she was doing well.
"his first name is Phoenix and could you hold him so he can watch the movement inside his lamp"said Black as she carefully place Phonix into Valeria arms before going off to undress

Ambassador Smith, Captain Patterson, Healing Adept

"You saw what I saw"

"I experienced your memories as if they were my own" The Healing Adept agreed, for indeed she had, those linked with and through her had a 'remove', the tiniest bit of buffering. Her voice carried hints of exhaustion but those who were linked with her send her renewing energies.

Then mind to mind - for they were his choices and his alone -she offered him the various options that lay before him.

Smith considered the varoius options that were given to him
"I think for the moment, I will choose to lessen the strength of the memories, I don't want to forget what happened on that Colony, but if I were to suffer another collapse again" There was a hint of embarressment in his voice, "I will, for the meantime, lessen the memories. Then I can get cracking with this reception I've heard so mych about"

Patterson smiled, it seemed Smith was back to his good old self again.

The healing adept's smile became ever more encouraging as she heard Ambassador Smith's choice

I will, for the meantime, lessen the memories. Then I can get cracking with this reception I've heard so mych about

As it had been once said 'What are we but the sum of our memories? To forget is to lose our 'selfs', one of the greatest sins there is'

"Thank you for your trust sir, and the honor you do me in allowing me to help you" She said softly and her Donas, her psionic gifts reached out and gently laid a veil between the Ambassasdor and the horrors he'd seen and suffered.

And I am always here if you want a hearing ear. You have nothing to be ashamed or embarrased about Adam. I...I am no stranger to the rigors of wat, so I understand how you feel. It would be my honor to be of what ever further help I can. She spoke in his thoughts the softly withdrew from his mind, leaving him clearheaded and hopefully much light of feeling.

Soon Ambassador Smith and Captain Peterson found themselves ensconced in luxurious suites side by side and next door to those housing the Xiscapians.

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The Crystal Hall, an elongated octagon shaped structure was not the largest of the Palaces many 'public' spaces - the vast Golden Room, currently having the final touches put on it for the Formal Ball, had that distinction - but it was one of the most glamorous reception rooms, and perhaps the most unique.

It sat hovering just above the surface of a small crystal clear lake and the lake's azure waters were filled with hundreds of veil finned, brightly hued fish. Discrete lighting highlighted some of the underwater decor, sculpture filled grottos, freshwater coral reefs, and everywhere the glorious fish...because the underwater paradise could be seen through the Halls crystal clear floor. And the lake with it’s surrounding garden of the rare Phoenix Roses, in full riotous bloom could be seen thought the crystal clear walls...and the glories of the oncoming sunset...through the walls and the equally nearly transparent ceiling some three hundred feet overhead...
One can say only nearly transparent, for the crystal was actually diamond, sliced from the largest diamond ever found. The nearly flawless core had been roughly two hundred and twenty feet long by one hundred and fifty feet wide, resulting in the Halls octagonal shape.

The astonished asteroid miner, one of the original colonists of the Empire, who’d stumbled across it had been canny enough to know that he couldn’t sell it, it would have destroyed the market. So he had ‘gifted’ it to the government in return for enough funds to make him a Noble House in one generation. His last name had been Hexx…

The government hadn’t known what to do wit it either so had left it camouflaged in orbit with several discrete transponder markers, secret and forgotten, until it had been remembered and used to build the Crystal Hall. And slicing that big a diamond hadn’t been easy, but the Tanara’s were nothing if not inventive, and stubborn…

The corners, where each wall met, were delineated by incised embellishments, inlaid with gold, garnets, titanium, orachalcum and other precious minerals and metals, all in stylized phoenix motifs. Translucent rose hued sheer curtains were drawn back and tied with heavy gold tassels . Here and there were tall arrangements of white roses and other flowers, entrancing with small clusters of fairly lights to highlight a rare flower or a metallic embellishment. Some stood nearly fifteen foot tall, but none were very wide. They had been used as a accent pieces and to help demark the more private seating alcoves…

The center was open for mingling, but along the sides, an assortment of seating arrangements made for more private settings. There were no buffet table, but countless uniformed servants would circulate with drinks and finger food. Music from a small orchestra located on a mid level balcony swirled softly through the room.

A broad veranda made also from the diamond, for those who wanted to wander across one of the many bridges and stroll among the Phoenix Gardens, surrounded the Crystal Hall. Catwalk style balconies set at the same level as the orchestra could be reached through several floating helical stairways-marvels of precision antigrav as each step was held up independently of any link to the others above or below, each broad step, wide enough for three abreast, was covered thick, deep pile carpeting of richest crimson and outlined in gold fairy lights.

Near the ceiling, rising and dipping at the command of their integral computers, spheres- globe maps of the various planets of the Empire -hovered, giving off soft, variously hued radiances that allowed one to see clearly without having to strain, but throwing no hard shadows or spotlight effects.

The overall lighting was subdued, not directed save at the primary entry…where three wide steps led down and Porthos waited at the top to announce each dignitary as they arrived. There a spotlight but again softly muted, not glaring, would highlight each party as he announced them.

Smith relaxed for the first time in, what felt like weeks, the memories of the Andala Colony had receeded for now but he knew they would return. The SASM had shown the national strength, unity and courage of the Alversian people. They could never forget that.

For the moment, he decided to visit his Xiscapian Friends and so, made the brief journey down the corridor to their door and knocked politely.

Smith relaxed for the first time in, what felt like weeks, the memories of the Andala Colony had receeded for now but he knew they would return. The SASM had shown the national strength, unity and courage of the Alversian people. They could never forget that.

For the moment, he decided to visit his Xiscapian Friends and so, made the brief journey down the corridor to their door and knocked politely.
Adam Smith was face-to-face with a Black Guard. The kitsune in the cold black armor seemed to stare at him. Becoming a Black Guard required the ultimite in training. They were a branch of the Shadow Operations forces, trained specifically to protect the Imperial Family, Ambassadors, Admirals and other such important people. For a second the Guard just stood at the door. No one, save for the Guards themselves, were sure of exactly what the training entailed, or wether they were required to undergo biological or mechanical changes. A few conspiricy theorists said that they weren't even kitsune, and speculations ran wildly about what was really under the armor. The Black Guards had no family, no friends. Their sole mission was to do their job, and do it well. And they did. Though no apparent communication, Vanadict appeared behind the Guard, still dressed in the same robes she had before. "Ambassador, please come in." The Guard moved aside to allow Smith enterence.

Adam Smith was face-to-face with a Black Guard. The kitsune in the cold black armor seemed to stare at him. Becoming a Black Guard required the ultimite in training. They were a branch of the Shadow Operations forces, trained specifically to protect the Imperial Family, Ambassadors, Admirals and other such important people. For a second the Guard just stood at the door. No one, save for the Guards themselves, were sure of exactly what the training entailed, or wether they were required to undergo biological or mechanical changes. A few conspiricy theorists said that they weren't even kitsune, and speculations ran wildly about what was really under the armor. The Black Guards had no family, no friends. Their sole mission was to do their job, and do it well. And they did. Though no apparent communication, Vanadict appeared behind the Guard, still dressed in the same robes she had before. "Ambassador, please come in." The Guard moved aside to allow Smith enterence.

Smith smiled and have a low bow
"Nice to see you again, Vanadict" He stated as he entered, "It is good to see you again. Are you planning on joining the banquet soon?" He asked, looking around.

Smith smiled and have a low bow
"Nice to see you again, Vanadict" He stated as he entered, "It is good to see you again. Are you planning on joining the banquet soon?" He asked, looking around.
Vanadict bowed back. "All things in time, Ambassador. So far as I know, we still have time. We will be proceeding there shortly, once we are all in order for the Reception," Vanadict was experienced in such things. Back when Xiscapia was something akin to an obsessive recluse various races had still wandered into their system. It was Vanadict's job to establish peaceful relations and make sure they didn't have to fight someone else and the Korr. This all changed after the war was over, and Vanadict found herself going out to meet with allies and potential allies more often than they came to her. The room was not fancy, but not sparten either. A single, queen-sized bed with the holo immediatly across from it took up most of the room. White marble with black veins running though it composed the two bedside tables on either side of the head of the bed, supporting gold lamps. The carpet was the color of a starship's engine exhast, a kind of blue/white. The walls were pure white, stone or metal Vanadict could not tell. The door leading to the bathroom was fine dark wood, mahogany it seemed. Inside the bathroom was a shower made of frosted glass, and beside this a huge bath, large enough to fit at least three people confortably. This took up half the room, and the other half not occupied by the shower was a sink with gold handles and a huge, clear mirror. Vanadict could see no lights, but the room was never dim and she had located what looked to be a swich and lowered or heightened the brightness in the rooms. In the main room, to the left of the bed was five fine red cushoned chairs with gold trim clustered around a waist level table made entirely of some kind of black glass. Vanadict sat in one of the chairs and pulled up another for Smith. "Vorn and the Guards are in another room at the moment, so it's just me here."

Smith was impressed by the room, as indeed he had been impressed by the People of this Empire overall. He had found them to be aimiable hosts
"I was thinking" Smith thought out loud, "Perhaps our parties could travel to the reception togather? It would ease travel arrangements certainly and you can't deny it wouldn't be an interesting trip" He smiled, "You bring such an escort with you. I have only Captain Patterson next-door to keep me safe from attack"

Smith was impressed by the room, as indeed he had been impressed by the People of this Empire overall. He had found them to be aimiable hosts
"I was thinking" Smith thought out loud, "Perhaps our parties could travel to the reception togather? It would ease travel arrangements certainly and you can't deny it wouldn't be an interesting trip" He smiled, "You bring such an escort with you. I have only Captain Patterson next-door to keep me safe from attack"
"I am sure Captain Patterson is more than atiquite defense," said Vanadict with a smile, "and I was about to suggest we travel together. My Guard is per Imperial regulations, in that on most planets Ambassadors are required at least one Guard. There are two Ambassadors here, so there is two Guards." She shrugged. Personally Vanadict had always thought the Black Guards were overkill, and that they really only needed Marines or, even better, no guards at all.

Smith nodded
"I always felt that Security personnel compromised diplomatic relations with their very presence. As for the Reception, it is starting soon is it not? I am ready"
He was sporting a very smart tuxedo
"And I think it is time I saw the splender of the new Empress for myself"

Smith nodded
"I always felt that Security personnel compromised diplomatic relations with their very presence. As for the Reception, it is starting soon is it not? I am ready"
He was sporting a very smart tuxedo
"And I think it is time I saw the splender of the new Empress for myself"
"Indeed. Have you met her?" Vanadict turned away momentarily, speaking into a personal communicator. "Yes. Yes. You are ready? Good. Meet me in the hall just outside our rooms. We will be escorting the Alversian party." She turned back to him. "We're ready."

The Ambassadress from the Celestial Imperia and her husbands had already left for the Reception, respelendant in variations of ancient formal dress (http://www.atddm.com/kittrio.jpg). All three of the Novan Kitsune (http://www.atddm.com/kitsune3.jpg) were firmly in 'human' appearance.

Lady Kaminari was in a respendent heavy silk kimono bearing a phoenix peacock and bound with an emerald green obi decorated with gold fans.

Lord Biko, the younger of the two make Kitsune wore Kamishimo, the most formal style, with the Katagina, the winged overmantle, and the hakima in matching indigo grey, while the kimono was stark black. His katana's sheath contrasted nicely. The back of the Katagina bore an embroidery of a tiger.

Her senior husband, Lord noh Mikoto, wore a formal court kimono of irridescent black violet over a brocaded hakima whose colors complimented his Lady wifes kimono.

Anneka quickly went to work preparing for the coronation and festivities. Grabbing a glass of the wine, she went to the bathroom, stripping as she moved along. In moments, she was in the shower, carefully holding the glass so that she could drink, but preventing splash over. Her shower kit had all the soap and shampoo that she needed, and she took just long enough to enjoy the hot water.

Slipping out, she wrapped herself in a towel, and sat at the mirror, running a few mock ups for her hair. Deciding a simple yet elegant style of letting it fall free, she moved to her make up next. She had never been one for an exorbitant amount of anything, so she layered the blush and eye shadow tastefully, with a glossy finish for her lips. Finally, once dry, she removed her dress (http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/zooey1.jpg) from its garment bag, and carefully slipped it on. For jewelry, she settled with a simple necklace and her wedding ring (http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s207/captainblackadder/staceyweddingband.jpg), again of very simple yet elegant design.

She slipped on the sneakers, holding the open toed heels off to the side to be waiting for her at the end of the walk. Placing her clutch on the bed, she made her way out to the balcony to look out over the gardens, and sat, still sipping her wine.

"Indeed. Have you met her?" Vanadict turned away momentarily, speaking into a personal communicator. "Yes. Yes. You are ready? Good. Meet me in the hall just outside our rooms. We will be escorting the Alversian party." She turned back to him. "We're ready."

"Unfortuneatly, I have yet to have the pleasure" He nodded at the Vanadict, "I am ready, Captain Patterson wants to spend some time alone, with her crew so she will not be attending"

Butterflies rose in Smith's stomach as he realised he would be the only Alversian attending the reception. He fully understood Charlotte's motives for ducking out the formal reception, she wanted to keep the battered morale of her crew up and show that she was one of them.

'That girl has a lot of command talent' He smiled at the thought, 'The People's Navy has been blessed these past few years'.

He turned back to the Vanadict
"Shall we?" He gave a formal, low bow, smiling.

"Indeed. Have you met her?" Vanadict turned away momentarily, speaking into a personal communicator. "Yes. Yes. You are ready? Good. Meet me in the hall just outside our rooms. We will be escorting the Alversian party." She turned back to him. "We're ready."

"Unfortuneatly, I have yet to have the pleasure" He nodded at the Vanadict, "I am ready, Captain Patterson wants to spend some time alone, with her crew so she will not be attending"

Butterflies rose in Smith's stomach as he realised he would be the only Alversian attending the reception. He fully understood Charlotte's motives for ducking out the formal reception, she wanted to keep the battered morale of her crew up and show that she was one of them.

'That girl has a lot of command talent' He smiled at the thought, 'The People's Navy has been blessed these past few years'.

He turned back to the Vanadict
"Shall we?" He gave a formal, low bow, smiling.
"We shall," Vanadict gave a sly grin. "If you'll allow me." She hooked her left arm around his right and they proceeded out the door in this fasion. Outside Vorn was almost bouncing with nervious energy but restrained himself to rocking on the balls of his feet. His tail betrayed his nerves, swishing around like a big, furry duster in the hands of a particularly ticked-off servant. The Guards had no formal wear, only their armor. They stood behind, but one moved to flank Vanadict and Smith. They then proceeded down the hall to the lifts. Vanadict could easily sense both Vorn and Ambassador Smith's anxiety, and it was understandable. Smith would be the sole Alversian representing the entire Republic, and it was Vorn's first time at such a function. Vanadict did not worry, as she was confident both would hold up well.

Smith nodded as he prepared to enter the hall. He knew his little accident would have reached the top by now and doubtless the Empress already knew about his little event in the capital. Those painful memories were but a faint glow at the back of his mind. The Adept had done her work well.

"Here goes nothing" He whispered to himself.

Smith nodded as he prepared to enter the hall. He knew his little accident would have reached the top by now and doubtless the Empress already knew about his little event in the capital. Those painful memories were but a faint glow at the back of his mind. The Adept had done her work well.

"Here goes nothing" He whispered to himself.
Vanadict heard him. "We hope so." The little party entered the lift, which took them rapidly downward. Upon arrival they all stepped out. Vanadict frowned. "Do you know where the Reception is being held at? I don't think I was told. Of course, it is quite possible we are early."

Herenecco smiled, almost manically, he didn’t seem to have any cares in the world, occasionally looking upwards, at the sky over the planet, as if he wanted to see beyond it. Indeed, he could, if he chose to switch his eyes to viewing in the right wavelengths, see they stars beyond, H8t that was hardly the same thing.

Nonetheless, he made the usual formalities of greeting well enough. Although he was a diplomat, if not by trade then by speciality, he didn’t have a terribly great amount of experience in such a field, but this didn’t show, for a start, he’d absorbed memories of countless diplomats who’d been in similar situations, and so it was almost second nature to him. There was a fine art to sharing genuine memories in such a manner that some of the C’tan citizens had perfected long ago, and still keeping them separate from one’s own identities, learning not just from automated and standard downloads, but the idiosyncratic views of others, without becoming coloured to a degree by their own thoughts, rather than their own experiences.

“So,” he said, “I believe there’s to be some kind of a procession due,” he said, carefully examining a pocket watch, a device that in this case, was rather larger than wrist watches, and was designed to not only tell the time, but to determine it, and various effects related to relativity and gravity, as well as the locale in which it was being used, in the entire universe. It wasn’t a terribly common device, but rather, instead, it was a device mostly used – and often customised – by travellers.

OOC: Just a ‘still alive’ post really. Apologies for leaving this so long between posts.

"Oh no you are not early at all, but perfectly on time" WarMistress Hexx (http://www.atddm.com/mmx1a.gif) said with a smile as she glided from a transporter's octagonal chamber, accompanied by the Yatuja Ambassador (http://www.atddm.com/axe8.jpg), known to all and sundry as Papa Jango, as his true name was unpronounceable by most species throats.. On her other side was the Anubian Ambassador and heir to the Anubian Empires Obsidian throne, Prince Thoth Hau' Aum Horus (http://www.atddm.com/anubis12.jpg)

"It's just a turn down this next corridor" she indicated one some twenty feet away with a wave of her hand. The WarMistress looked little as she had earlier that after noon. Before she had ben her somber military uniform, but now she was radiant in a very sensual irridescent blush rose toille silk evening gown (http://www.atddm.com/evening150.jpg) that hugged every curve and ended in a peackocks til demitrain. Minimal but exquisite jewelry adorned her at the throat and wrist - pale Thuleian ice rubies and much deeper rose hued diamonds shimmered in settings of platinum. Over all was her sashed cloak of the Order of the Sword, the highest ranking order in the Empire. The heavy cloak - It was made of real gold bullion wrapped about silk thread, gleaming metalic gold and crimson - fell nearly to the floor and was a three quarters circle in design, edged with a handspan broad band of icily white glimmering DireCat fur. She had brought the predator down herself with a old fashioned compound bow. There all her military honors gleamined in serried rows, but over all was the gleaming sigil of the Lion, for she was the next oldest living holder of that rare honour. Hers was different than HRH Robert Ryan Fortier Hexx, she had earned her's during the Dark War on Earth. The snarling lions head faced left and from it depended a savage looking demon's claw, one she had slain in the savage hand to hand fighting at the fall of Castle Black.

"Please let me escort you all and might I introduce two the representatives of our long time allies" She proceeded to introduce the pair with her.

Just as she was finishing the trio from Nova Nippon had approached and she made the introductions as well, for those who had not met earlier.

Smith noted her appearance and nodded in acceptance of her offer to escort and introduce them. He was nervous now, although his external appearance was calm and relaxed. He knew he wasn't really up to this so soon after his incident but even so, he knew he was here on behalf of the people's Republic and he had to set an example, he cleared his throat before speaking to Hexx

"This is an impressive room, Warmistress, as fine as any you would find on Alversia"

"Please let me escort you all and might I introduce two the representatives of our long time allies"
Vanadict bowed. "WarMistress, Prince..." At Jango she hesitated, then decided to use his title rather than his first name. "Ambassador. I am Chief Ambassador Vanadict. Please allow me to introduce Ambassador Vorn." Vorn stepped up and bowed. "Pleased to meet you all." "We are honored by your offer to escort us, and would like to take it up." said Vanadict in formal tones.

OOC: Tis okay, RL takes precedence
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Herenecco, Michiko, & Rayzn

“I believe there’s to be some kind of a procession due,”

"Yes Ambassador there is, the Coronational Procession directly after the Grand Reception which is in a bout two hours. Let me escort you down to your suite" She offered as she led the way from the open area of the Imperial Landing Platform. A quick use of the transporter and they were in the Dragon Wing of the Palace, just a short distance from the Crystal hall where the Grand Receptions was to be held. His was the end suite, a grand multi room affair that had been decorated to the styles he was accustomed to residing in..

When she found out that Herenecco had arrived sans luggage, she immediately offered the resources of the Palaces major Domo, the A.I. Porthos, who offered to whip up something aboslutely stunning within the next hour. And given Porthos impeccable taste, and his close but discrete questioning of the Ambassador from The Ctan, he'd have something ready in the highest fashion of the Necrontyr Empire.

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Vanadict, Vorn, Adam, Nari, Thoth, Papa Jango, Lord Biko and Lord Mikoto, M. Merideth Hexx

"Pleased to meet you all." "We are honored by your offer to escort us, and would like to take it up."

The Yatuja had chittered at her use of his title and his voder translator had chuckled in that races eerie way "Please, just call me papa Jango, honoured Land Mistress." he gave a small bow, while the Anubian also bowed and asked quietly just to ..

"Please just call me Thoth. I come here to escape the relentless formality of my fathers court. Humans are very refreshing that way."

The Kitsune from the Celestial Imperia had to nod, they knew relentless formality all to well, and it wasn't some thing that sat all that well with their intrinsic natures.

As she escorted them into the glittering but subdued light of the Crystal hall, Merideth smiled proudly at Adam's compliment

"This is an impressive room, Warmistress, as fine as any you would find on Alversia"

"Why thank you Ambassador, I know the designers thought long and hard on this particular room...and please call me Merideth if you would. WarMistress is a title I hope to avoid as much as possible tonight. " Her dimples flashed as she smiled at him. She truly hoped that for tonight, save during the Coronal Procession, to be just a Lady of the Realm, not the one burdened with the responsibility of the Empire's entire military might. It was something she got to do all too seldom. Goddess, it's been five years since I've had a date She suddenly realized with an internal frown of dismay. However now was not the time to dwell on that as a hologramis Porthos was stepping forward to announce every one...

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My Lords and Ladies, Honoured Folk All, might I announce into the Presence...

Ambassador Vanadict, and Ambassador Vorn of Xiscipia...
Ambassador Adam Smith Of Alversia,...
Ambassador Honored Elder Adjuciator Krrthkkk'kkltch, hight Papa Jango...
Prince Prince Thoth Hau' Aum Horus,...
Lady Kaminari Kitirchiba noh Yamato,
Lord Hiko-nagisa-ta u-gaya-fuki-ahezu noh Mikoto
Lord Kamu-Yamato-Ihare-Biko
The General, Captain of the Regiment, Countess Mercedez Merideth Hexx,.."

The elegantly dress throng, some fifty strong silenced at the first opening words rolling oratorially from Porthos...
They were a mized lot with an equal number of non human species... Many Xa'Cz'inni (http://www.atddm.com/xacn.jpg), the Grendel Archprimus and his family (http://www.atddm.com/grendel5.jpg) any number of Tanaran Sidhe (http://www.atddm.com/tsidhe.jpg), in their tall elegant bodies adorned in pastel hues if their skin was pale or dark dramatic colors if onyx skinned. Feather and leather winged Celestials (http://www.atddm.com/celestial.jpg) in all manner of dress, barely being out done by the younger human ladies (http://www.atddm.com/cgowns2.jpg) for extreme wear...

OOC: Yeah, I've been neglecting my posting, but I'm still here! :D
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"I do believe it's time."
Ambassador Marcellus stepped out of her room, her appearance seeming more vibrant then before. She sported the Angenterian Imperial Guard dress uniform, an olive drab cloth, with medals of service on the left chest area. A black cape was flowing from her shoulders. She wore her black hair long, and black dress boots over her feet. Her ceremonial sword, purely for show (and personal defense, if the need arose) was fastened to her hip. It was a good blade, and had served her well over the years. As she walked, her bodyguards began to follow.
"No, remain here, we're here to make friends, not intimidate them."
"But, My Lady, if something were to happen, we would never forgive ourselves."
Marcellus chuckled "I can take care of myself, Dalak. Please, remain here."
"As you command, My Lady."
Ambassador Marcellus continued on, alone, towards the grand repection.

Smith noted with interest how similiar the Grendal Archprimus looked to a race not far from Alversi when he heard his name announced, he smiled nervously and looked around at Hexx,
"Very well, as you desire, M'lady" He gave a smile as he gave a low, teasing bow. Then he looked back at the Archprimus
"May I ask you what species he is from?" He asked, curiously.

Vanadict murmered in Xiscapian to her guards: "Tachisaru watashitachi." The Guards nodded and took up positions near the main exit. They would remain there until it was time to leave. Vanadict looked around and spotted Smith already engaged in conversation with Grendal Archprimus. Vanadict was not generally one who waited to be approached, and there were a great many people here.

Adam, Merideth, Vanadict and others...

"May I ask you what species he is from?"

Merideth's dimples had flashed at Adam's bow and willingness to be comfortably casual with her. "He's a Grendel, well that’s what they let us call them. They’re Omnimorphs, they can take the shape of anything they have studied for a bit. Fortunately they found us 'amusing and amazingly vital' for a 'handicapped species' and decided to be friends rather than enemies. It also helps that they generally like planets that humans don't. Here let me introduce you. And culturally it's perfectly acceptable to stare, they tend to go in for 'catch your sensibilities and make it scream' fashions and such"

It was easy to see what she meant given that both the Archprimus's mate and eldest offspring had chosen some of the more eye-catching head decor about.

"Sire Goodnight LovingCup, might I introduce the honoured ambassador Adam Smith from Alversia?" She began the introductions as they joined the family group whom were sipping some of the fine wines being offered around.

The tall being, currently looking like nothing so much as an ancient Terran Mongolian warrior eye's widened and a broad smile broke out across his face. His voice was rough like large rocks grinding slowly together, but his words were clear, and his hand shake strong but not crushing. “Most please to meet you Sir Adam. Have read the reports of your remarkable efforts against, and your victory over, the abominable SASM. Though we ourselves do not need the benefits of medical skill and wisdom, our good friends the” His throat rumbled a sound that a human could never have produced “ a grand masters of Healing and the knowledge that such perversion was in action had them most upset. We value their peace of mind so to hear it crushed lightened our meditations as well.”

There seemed to be a continuous intercommunication between the Grendels, but it was obviously not meant to be impolite but a natural part of their species. They were all paying the most polite without being overly intrusive attention to Adam and Merideth, as if memorizing the experience to pass along to others who could not be present.

Prince Thoth gave Vanadict a small bow "I know most of those here, might I introduce you about? Xa’ Cz’inni are always willing to meet new peoples, they are the most explorative of us. Their First Contact skills are the best in the Celestial Ring. I have to admit to surprise in that it was the Novan's that made contact with your people." He said genially as they moved into the more central portion of the Crystal Hall. “Though as a dear friend of Lady Tetsuko, I am very glad that they did. Your aid in the recent …troubles, was needed and appreciated beyond the ability to express.

Formally clad wait staff circulated with golden trays of delicate finger foods and many varieties of beverages, something for everyone’s tastes.

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Mistress Black, Valeria, suite staff

His first name is Phoenix and could you hold him so he can watch the movement inside his lamp"
Valeria took Phoenix gently and with obvious expertise. “Phoenix is a wonderful name” She exclaimed “and very revered in the Empire.” Carefully she cradled him and let him watch the lamp.

“You know you know my first name, but might I ask yours Mistress Black” Valeria asked when the Jadite returned from her bath, wrapped in a thick, warm robe.

The dress of shimmering violet had arrived while she bathed and a ladies maid waited to help her into it and arrange her hair, if so desired.

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Anekka, Race

Anneka had only time for a few sips from her wine before the annunciator chimed. Race waited without, dressed far more formally that he generally was accustomed to, as might be guessed by the ever so slightly visible fidgets. He had tried to be comfortable in the deep gold Nehru collared Prince Albert styled frock coat and rich russet gold trousers, but felt he was failing miserably. The waistcoat was brocaded with a gold and copper hued medallion pattern over a background of deepest cobalt. He looked most elegant, his mother had commissioned the outfit and he wore it to make her happy.

“Madame Salazzo, are you ready for your grand entrance” He teased lightly, his eyes a twinkle as he looked her over when she admitted him to the suite.

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Ambassador Marcellus, Morgan Kincannon

“Ah Ambassador Marcellus, I was seeking to catch up with you.” Deputy Minister Kincannon hailed the Angenterian diplomat as she made her way towards the Crystal Hall. “I was hoping you’d allow me to introduce you to those attending the reception.” His mess dress uniform of darkest gray accented with gold bullion suited him perfectly, showing off his slender but broad shouldered physique well. He too bore a sword, that like hers was as much an active use weapon as it was a ceremonial accessory.

Smith smiled at the group
"No, it's just, you reminded me of a species not far from Alversia. They are known as the Alumina." At the mention of the SASM, he gave a grim nod,
"That victory cost many Alversians their lives, Sire, we hope that no such evil will be inflicted upon the universe again."

At the offer of food, he smiled, he hadn't eaten in hours. As for Hexx, he was able to relax around her, maybe because he had never seen her in action, it didn't seem so weird that she was relaxing with him. He had seen Charlotte Patterson be the commander too often to imagine her out of that enviroment. He couldn't even imagine her with her crew at that moment.

[Valeria took Phoenix gently and with obvious expertise. “Phoenix is a wonderful name” She exclaimed “and very revered in the Empire.” Carefully she cradled him and let him watch the lamp.

“You know you know my first name, but might I ask yours Mistress Black” Valeria asked when the Jadite returned from her bath, wrapped in a thick, warm robe.

The dress of shimmering violet had arrived while she bathed and a ladies maid waited to help her into it and arrange her hair, if so desired.

"Black my only name, our exmasters would only let us have one name"said Black as walks over to both of them
Black rubs her nose with her sons before looking into his cute face
"you going to be good looking like you father" Black say to her son with a smilie before turning to walk over to the bed and picks up the dress
"better feed him before putting this on"said Black as she holds it in her hands

Seeing Smith and the others were getting along fine, Vanadict turned her attention to this Papa Jango person. He was a curious creature, with that large, somewhat sinister looking gold mask. But he did not seem threatening, at least not at the present time. She approached him and gave a quick bow. "Papa Jango. I understand you are a," she frowned as her mouth tried to form the unfamiliar word, flashing her white pointed teeth. "Yatuja. Please, tell me about your species."

Vorn was vaguely aware of Smith and his Superior's locations, but at the moment he was rather busy. His mouth was partially open and he was simultaneously staring and trying not to appear to be staring at a young Celestials female. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful example of the female form he had ever seen. Her hair was a dark blonde, and came down to her waist in a free fashion. Her chest, arms, midsection, arms up to her elbows and legs up to her thighs were covered in armor. A large crimson sash was tied around her waist, leaving a considerable amount of slack. A long sword, Vorn would estimate three to five feet in length, hung from her right side, sheathed in a strange metal. What drew the eyes, however, was her wings. White feathered, they were huge, if she were to close them and draw the massive appendages around her she would be completely hidden from view. Vorn wondered idely as he gazed at her if she could fly.

Ambassador Marcellus, Morgan Kincannon

“Ah Ambassador Marcellus, I was seeking to catch up with you.” Deputy Minister Kincannon hailed the Angenterian diplomat as she made her way towards the Crystal Hall. “I was hoping you’d allow me to introduce you to those attending the reception.” His mess dress uniform of darkest gray accented with gold bullion suited him perfectly, showing off his slender but broad shouldered physique well. He too bore a sword, that like hers was as much an active use weapon as it was a ceremonial accessory.

"Oh, it's the Deputy Minister..." Marcellus whirled around to see the the young Deputy Minister coming towards her. He, too, wore a dress uniform. Marcellus toyed with the thought that the man was trying to impress her, but quickly dismissed it.

“I was hoping you’d allow me to introduce you to those attending the reception.”

Meeting with the other diplomats didn't seem like a bad idea. She smiled.

"Very well, Minister, lead the way."

Adam, Grendels, Merideth

No, it's just, you reminded me of a species not far from Alversia. They are known as the Alumina."

The Archprimus and his mate looked very interested at that.

"Are hese Alumina morphs as we are?" The excitement in the Grendels voice was unmistakeable. "There are so many lost and forgotten colonies of ours out there, in the dark and cold, we spend much effort finding them"

"Yes the last one we found was..." His mates soft slurred voice fell away as she searched memory.

"The year I recieved my first commission, 81 years ago" Merideth said. "I remember the turn long celebration you threw." Merideth looked barely in her late thirties..."the last time I ever got drunk, but it was also the only time too." She laughed as she took a smal sip of a dark red wine. Smal trays on antigravs floated near each person to hold their glass and choice of the many tempting nibble foods.

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Papa Jango, Vanadict

"Yatuja. Please, tell me about your species

"Hoomans call us Predator. For us the Hunt is all, We Hunt to Prove, to Test, for Honor and the Right to Mate. It is the Heart of what we are. Males Hunt the Meat that Thinks, Our Females Hunt the Thought that is Meat and the Ma'al Hunt for the Safety of our young." He explained and elucidated

The males explored and hunted, the physical Hunts that ruled their lives from young adulthood to old age; Females were scientists, hunting thoughts and knowledge, and the neuters, the Ma'al, reared the young keeping them safe until they were old enough to begin training for their adult roles.

"I am retired from the Hunt now, it is a occupation for the young. I am, as most would put it, a roving judge...and I work with those here, not Hunt them" He gave his eerie laughter. "You have a carnivor's teeth, your people might make good Hunting, worthy trophies" but the voice was lighter almost a
tease.

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Vorn & the Angel

The young Celestial felt the stare and turned to see who's eyes she felt on her. When she saw the handsome young Xiscapian she blushed with had the amazing result of her snowy white whings turning a faint rose. However she came over to him and with one finger reached out and raised his lower jaw, closing his mouth for him. Then she dropped a small curtsy "And yes before you ask, I can fly. What worth would such wings be if I couldn't" Her voice was lignt and held no weariness at being 'not asked' a thousandth and one time. "I'm Marisol, and might I say your tail is absolutely gorgeous!" She said winsomely.

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Mistress Black, Valeria

better feed him before putting this on"

Valeruia handed Phoenix back to his mother, then to give the young Jadeite some privacy had her jewel case brought from her suite. When it arrived a few minutes later she brought it over to Mistress Black.

"Even beautiful woman, in an exquisite dress needs some finishing touches. Here I think this would look wonderful on you" Valeria held up a necklace of silver woven with crystal and amethyst (http://www.oklachahta.org/dual_collar_necklaces.jpg)almost into a lace. "What do you think?" She asked as she produced matching bracellet and earrings.

"The Alumina are not morphs but maybe you have come in contact with them before?" Smith made a mental note to ask one when he next encountered them, "He raised his glass slightly and laughed
"Here's to not getting drunk for another century!"

"You have a carnivor's teeth, your people might make good Hunting, worthy trophies"
"Indeed, we don't eat most fruits or vegtables, as they are," she grinned. "Not if we can help it. As for our hides or furs, well, let me tell you, you'd have to hunt a lot of kitsune to even be able to make a furry hat," This was a matter of some debate among the kitsune. Should anyone try to hunt them, like their namesake, how many of them would it take to turn a profit? Not that such a thing would be possible. Xiscapians tend to have very low regard for those who try and kill them, and pay back tenfold. However, Vanadict's grin dropped as she remembered those who did hunt the Xiscapians: The Korr, the Calaverans, and of course, the dreaded SASM. But the SASM were completly gone, their Server destroyed, and the number of Calaverans in the galaxy could be counted with two hands and a foot, quite literally. The Korr were far more numerious, but the structure which had allowed them to hunt and make war was gone now, the Korr people dispersed across the galaxy like a broken glass sliding across a tile floor. Vanadict gave a minute shake of her head to bring herself back to the present. "We have heard...vauge tales from those spacers who go far deep into the Unknown Reigons, and those who travel inward, towards the Core. You, or something like you, and a race called the xenomorphs, whom we do have some experience with."
Vorn, Angel...
Vorn's mouth was about to drop open again but he managed to control it and drew himself up. He was an Ambassador, after all. "Marisol," he said in his rich deep voice, "I am Ambassador Vorn, from Xiscapia," He bowed evenly. "As to my tail, well, I have to be careful not to, say, put it accidentally in anyone's face, or knock over drinks. There's a reason the chairs we make have holes in the bottoms..."

Valeruia handed Phoenix back to his mother, then to give the young Jadeite some privacy had her jewel case brought from her suite. When it arrived a few minutes later she brought it over to Mistress Black.

"Even beautiful woman, in an exquisite dress needs some finishing touches. Here I think this would look wonderful on you" Valeria held up a necklace of silver woven with crystal and amethyst (http://www.oklachahta.org/dual_collar_necklaces.jpg)almost into a lace. "What do you think?" She asked as she produced matching bracellet and earrings.

"way too much for me,like the one his father gave me"said Black as she lays her son to rest

*beep beep*

Black goes to her PDA

"Hologram feed"she say as she hit a button

"hey you,i sent a message back to yours saying we ok"said Black as her face lit up at the tall form of a soldier in front of her whos Face was covered

"i did just want to see your faces"

"he he" giggles Black as the Hologram form reach out a hand and touch her face

"where is he"asked the Forrm

"he over there in his little bed they have for him i just put him to sleep "Black said as she turn and look to where her son is and watch as the Form walks over look at him then turn and faces her

"good bye Black you have fun " said the Form as it goes

Ambassador Marcellus, Morgan Kincannon

"Very well, Minister, lead the way."

"It is my pleasure, and please, call me Morgan" He smiled warmly as he offered her his arm and they proceeded down the hallway. If he was trying to impress her with his uniform, he probably failed miserably. He'd only served for fifteen years in the Empire' military. While he had seen intense fighting in the ShadowRealm, and had served honorably, he had never sought out, or been confronted with situations needing exceptional heroics. Many of those at the reception - the men were taking refuge in their uniforms- and most had far more decorations adorning them than Morgans did.

The the curent high fashion for men wasn't to most of this groups taste. Padded tights and chest paint they didn't need...or so they felt. In the Empire being fit was the norm, large amounts of exercise, daily activity and sports were so much a part of 'life' as to be a 'no needing of expression commonality'. Those of the Empire Enjoyed their sports and sporting a few bruises from rough and tumble contacts was ...well, normal - though with the Empires medical standards anything more serious was treated and healed quickly. In fact Morgan and Rob had sparred yesterday and Morgan had come away with a snapped forearm. It had been fully healed by the this, the next, morning.

Hes escorted her to the Crystal Hall and Porthos anounced them to those assembled.

"The Honored Ambasador from The Holy Imperium of Angenteria, Lady Terminia Marcellus and Deputy Minister Lord Morgan Kincannon"

Soon he was introducingg her to Prince Thoth who had returned from the miniature crisis among his entourage.

"Prince Thoth Hau' Aum Horus, might I introduce you to Lady Termina."

The Anubi bowed deply, the metals and gems inlaid in his onyx skill gleaming . His voice was dark chocolate, velvety smooth as he responded gallantly "Please, just Thoth, and I see you have found the lovliest ambassador first. I am honoured to meet you. Though I fear I look far to shabby to be here. My father bid me to bring my youngest sister so she could enjoy the festivites tomorrow, but she had a nightmare and none but I could comfort her. Though tears dry clear." It was clear that his little sister ws important to him.

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Adam, Merideth, Others

"Here's to not getting drunk for another century!"

"Here, Here" They had toasted with soft chuckles- Grendels couldn't get drunk on anything brewed by non Grendels

The Grendels had not heard of the Alumina, for the Alversian and Xiscapian held systems werre far from the Celestial Ring, aand most of the Grendle exploration had been in the opposite direction. "But please, if you should have contact with them regularly, let them know we would be pleased to make their aquaintence." The Archprimus's mate said.

They had to excuse themselves as another group entered and sought them out..

Merideth watched the other ladies, noting the gowns they wore (http://www.atddm.com/sgown.jpg) and wondered if she fit in, she had spent the great part of her life in uniform and has only bought this gown on the advice of a good friend. But there were other dressed more conservatively (http://www.atddm.com/cgowns1.jpg) and some far less so. This was too formal an occassion for simply jewels and paint, though she did note with a mental chuckle that some of the gowns looked painted on.

"So who would you like to meet next" Merideth asked as she noted that most every one had arrived, though the Empress and her Heir had not yet arrived. Would you like to meet the Celestial that has Ambassador vorn in such a confusion?" She made a discrete gesture towards the pair standing in conversation some distance away. "Though I have to admit I'm not sure whom of the pair is more flustered" The Celestials wings were blush pink again.

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Mistress Black, Valeria

"way too much for me,like the one his father gave me"

"Certainly" Valeria busied herself with putting it awy as Mistress Black spoke with her husband.

When the conversation had ended the ladies maid returned and offered to assist the Jadite into the gown, as the timr for the reception to begin was almost upon them.

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Vanadict, Papa Jango

"You, or something like you, and a race called the xenomorphs, whom we do have some experience with."

Probagbly some of the Lost. We know where your stars lie, mut none of Mine Hun there. Though if there is Hard Meat to be found, then I do not doubt some Hunt. The Hard meet is dangough to all life forms and very adaptable. If they are incursioning into your systems, I can send hunters. They will be glad for the chance and the Trophies." He laughed again "Your fur would not matter to us, your skulls that is what we take for display."

He made a negating gesture with his hand nd reassured the Xiscapian "Doi not fear we would not hunt you without reason. But the Xenomorph, those we would pursue, eagerly." He looked over to see some one trying to catch his attention "My you Hunt ever in Honor, Pretty Sharpteeth" He'd ovbiously nicknamed her in his mind "Let me know!" He said decisively as he moved away.

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Vorn and the Angel

There's a reason the chairs we make have holes in the bottoms..."

Marisol's wings flushed pink again as she was entranced by his rich voice and she fluttered her eyes lashes at him "But it must hurt so when you get snagged in a hole"

Oh why did I wear this stupid armor She wailed silently

"And I can not but believe that you have less than perfect control over your tail." She took a cooling sip of the mint Darorishi, a mildly alcoholic beverage that she favored, and felt like fanning herself. Have the environental setting been misprogrammed? she wondered

"My you Hunt ever in Honor, Pretty Sharpteeth. Let me know!"
"And to you, Papa Jango." Vanadict bowed as the Yatuja made his way off to whatever business he required attending. She stared after him for a moment. Strange, but rich sounding in culture. Remind me somewhat of the Muri. Ah, if Humbaba was here! That would be a sight. She could imagine the great troll wandering though the ground, picking tidbits off plates and once in a while giving that loud, infectious belly laugh.
Vorn, Angel...
"And I can not but believe that you have less than perfect control over your tail."
"Ah, but it seems I have been called out," He smiled shyly. Was it just him, or was the temperature in the room rising? He felt like he was in the heat of a Forworn summer. "May I ask from what heaven the lady Marisol hails from?" He grinned rougishly. He had had his times, with females, but never like this. Casual relationships from long ago, when he was far younger. Not that Vorn was an old kitsune. Hardly, he was in fact in his prime. But he had never, actually, flirted with someone. It wasn't exactly 'you, me, bed, now.' More like 'you, me, dinner and a holo, talk for a while, bed.' And now that he was a diplomat for Xiscapia, and potentially the Ambassador in the embassy for this Empire, he was expected to uphold a certain code of conduct. This was not to say he could not have his fun...he just had to be professional about it. Besides, this women moved him like no other. Just something about her, the way she looked, the way she spoke. He couldn't place his finger on it...

"Certainly" Valeria busied herself with putting it away as Mistress Black spoke with her husband.

When the conversation had ended the ladies maid returned and offered to assist the Jadite into the gown, as the time for the reception to begin was almost upon them.

"thank you plesae do help into this,as i don't want to wreck it"said Black as she picks it up with a happy but all so sadden tone to her voice
"he dose what he must do" she now said softly as she sets about dressing as her son sleep in his nice warm bed

"Please, just Thoth, and I see you have found the lovliest ambassador first. I am honoured to meet you. Though I fear I look far to shabby to be here. My father bid me to bring my youngest sister so she could enjoy the festivites tomorrow, but she had a nightmare and none but I could comfort her. Though tears dry clear."

The Ambassador smiled and bowed politely. There she was, conversing with the Prince of the Tanaran Empire.
"Please, you give me too much honor." She replied, slightly blushing at the aspect of being complimented by the prince himself. "Your sister...?"

Ambassador Marcellus,Thoth Morgan Kincannon

"Your sister...?"

The Heir to the Anubian Empire's Obsidian throne, Prince Thoth Hau' Aum Horus (http://www.atddm.com/anubis12.jpg) made a tiny motion with the staff he carried and a hologram appeared of a very youthfull Anubi (http://www.atddm.com/sister.jpg) female, sitting besides a lotus pond. "Her natal day portrait." He gave Morgan a speaking look "She saw some of the fighting when we retook that convoy. We have to do something firm ly final about those pirates" Ther was a snarl in his voice. Then his momentary upset vanished and he explained to the Ambasador.

"Over the last year there has been a steady rise in piractical activity along the the tirborders area. The area where Anubis, Tanara and the Celestial Imperia meet is normally very well patrolled, and thusly very quiet, but with the Novans having their internal problems" He used the last phrase with delicacy. then he was interrupted...

"We will work together to get it straightened out, now that our ...internal problems... have been dealt with. They're just roaches scutting into the light." Came a slightly ascerbic female voice as the trio was joined by a new group of three. "Morgan, introduce me, please" The woman's voice was imperious but filled with comfortable laughter as she looked at the Termina with interested eyes. She was small and very feminine in a formal kimono bound about with a emerald green and gold obi.

Morgan chuckled under his breath and made introductions all around.

"Lady Termina Marcellus please allow me to introduce the honorable ambassadress from the Celestial Imperia of Nova Nippon, Lady Kaminari Kitirchiba noh Yamato (http://www.atddm.com/kitsune3.jpg), and her husbands, Lord Hiko-nagisa-ta u-gaya-fuki-ahezu noh Mikoto, and Lord Kamu-Yamato-Ihare-Biko,.."

The three made small bows, murmuring how pleasaed they were to make her aquaintance..

"Lady Nari, Lord noh Mikoto, Lord Biku, Termina is honorable Ambassador from The Holy Imperium of Angenteria"

There was an odd flickering about them, as if she was seeing a faint, ghostly hologram, images of them with fox heads and tails. Not human head with fox ears such as the Xiscapian kitsune had but true fox. Her husbands wore outfits that matched hers in styling, and the younger bore a katana while the older Lord noh Mikoto bore a odd short staff.

"You'll have to forgive us Lady Termina, for discussing work in front of you." She tapped Thoth lightly on the nose with the fan she carried, but her eyes were compassionate "Don't worry Thoth, between our navies we'll get things set right again." She looked over at Termina "I do hope your systems aren't plagued with such scum."

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Vorn, Marisol

"May I ask from what heaven the lady Marisol hails from?"

"I could say the one where your dreams reside...but that might be very forward of me...and I've never actually been to the Realm they call Heaven, but perhaps if I had then I might have the majic to know your name without being told." Marisol replies softly, as she wondered just how soft the fur of his plumey fox tail was. She imagined that it was very soft, with the very fine fur of his foxs ears being softer than she could imagine.

Marisol took another sip of her drink to keep from reaching out and finding out for herself just how soft that ebon fur was. And his eyes, oh the dark chocolate of his skin just makes them glow Her wings fanned the air slightly, making a quarter cup around them, just the tiniest bit of privacy...

"I could say the one where your dreams reside...but that might be very forward of me...and I've never actually been to the Realm they call Heaven, but perhaps if I had then I might have the majic to know your name without being told."
"There are many heavens, just as there are many hells and alternative, as well as carpet dimensions. I have dabbled in the spiritual realms, I aspired to become a priest when I was much younger. However, diplomacy fascinated me and, well, here I am."
He smiled and looked directly into her eyes. His gaze, like some males of the universe, was a capturing one. By looking into his yellow eyes one could fall in and be lost to wander their complex depths. He noticed, almost subconciously, the wings drawing slightly around the two. He could imagine the wings sweeping to enclose them entirely, where it would be just him and her, hidden from the world. She seemed somewhat shy, and Vorn wondered what her age was. He would never dream of asking, of course, he was too polite for that. Slowly he wrapped his tail around himself with the flexibility which he was endowered, so that the very tip of it's midnight silkiness gently stroked her right hand. On Xiscapia a kitsune's tail was a private thing, never to be touched except by the closest of friends or intimate lovers. If one touched it without permission it was considered a challenge, and to grab it abruptly was practically a death sentence. On Xiscapia, no offworlder actually died from grabbing a kitsune tale. However, there were many accidental suicides when such things occur. Between Xiscapians such happened almost never, as an armed society is a polite society. And now Vorn kept his eyes locked with hers as his tail stroked up and down her fingers. She was, truly, an angel...

As Rob stood staring at the medals while lost in his thoughts, a pair of hands snaked past his arms, wrapping around his waist. Her face peeked out from the side, and Aeris studied him in the mirror. She purred quietly for a brief moment, "Handsome as always." She hugged him from behind, then slipped her arms off him as she strode to the closet. Her fingers skimmed several dresses hanging there before halting.

She withdrew the dress, exited the closet and stood in front of the same mirror Rob had been in front of. She held it against herself, studying it for a moment. It was a bias-cut black silk velvet halter gown with a slight peacock train; had a diamond and platinum broach that gathered the gown just beneath the breasts to emphasize the waist and hug the fabric to her body. The halter top would expose her slender backside, and yet remain tastefully conservative. The effect would be that when she walked, it would flow fluidly with her, draw attention to her stride and grace.

Nodding at her approving thoughts, she proceeded to dress herself in it. She adjusted it here and there until at last it was perfectly fitted. To compliment, she also wore a silver necklace inlaid with light sapphire stones, and matching earrings. A touch of natural perfume, and she turned to Rob.

Her hands fanned out to the sides to present herself, "Well?" She gave him a light smile.

Anneka giggled softly as she placed down the glass, stepped out of the room, and closed the door behind her. "My big entrance was a while back Race. I'm just a small time girl who ended up in a big city and fitting in just fine."

It was partially true. Anneka had been from a small city, but not exactly a country time thing. In Imitora, seventy thousand people was considered a small city. And Northampton held just over a seventy four million. However, it wasn't like Anneka had just shown up. She arrived with her masters degree as appropriate for her job as a diplomat, and Steve had helped her break into the life style associated with his group in Northampton.

"But at least you look stunning. We might be able to pull this off after all. And if all else fails, we can just pull out a hotel party. Cause some trouble, bounce around to crazy music, you know, the fun stuff."

Anneka & Race

"But at least you look stunning. We might be able to pull this off after all. And if all else fails, we can just pull out a hotel party. Cause some trouble, bounce around to crazy music, you know, the fun stuff."



A Jedi is never off balance, disconcerted But it did ease his unconcerns to hear that the clothes that he felt so uncomfortable in looked suiteable in her eyes. Race bowed once again and a smile quirked his lips. "I thought it was on ladies such as yourself that looked 'stunning'. We poor me must be content to merely frame your radiant appearances"

He offered her his arm and shortly they were at the entry to the Crystal Hall, where the other ambassadors and dignataries had gathered. The crows glittered in the lights, gems and precisous metals shimmering and refracting back light from a thousand pieces of jewelry, medals and decor. The music wound it's way though a double dozen conversations, and a few danced with fairy agility and grqace to it. Others looked up with interest ...

Porthos, the Palace's urbane Major Domo stepped up and in his stenorian voice announced the pair.

"Ambassador Mrs. Anneka Salazzo of the High Republic of Imitora"
"Mister Richard Albert Cromwell the fifth"

Race had paused and let Anneka stae the spot light for a second before escorting her down the three steps, asking softly as he did so. "So who would you like to meet first, seeing as my mother isn't here yet"

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Vorn & Marisol

" However, diplomacy fascinated me and, well, here I am."


"Marisol's dimples flashed "My estimed grandsire would say that there is no difference, save in title, for not are priests and diplomats but intercessionaries?" Marisol started to say more then her voice deserted her as the silk strands of Vorn's tail trailed liquid fire up and down her palm. Then she swallowed and after a few seconds managed to say softly with wonderment "Oh your fur is as soft as I'd thought it'd be" It was hard to break free from his remarkable eyes, and she found that she didn't want to.

Her thoughts strangely muddled, she searched for something to say, for she was sincerely afraid that if she didn't, he'd be the one closing her lower jaw for her...

She laughed softly "Yes I can believe that getting some of your fur caught would be most unpleasant...Might I ask ,do you hear with both sets of ears?" She asked quietly, fasicnated with Vorn. Part of her wanted to stroke his tail as he was carressing her hand - but she was familiar with Xa'Cz'inni, and knew how sensitive their tails were -and she was unsure of the Xiscapian mores. Plus she had heard Porthos introduce him as Ambassador Vorn, and she certainly didn't want to cause an incident.

"Here, Here" They had toasted with soft chuckles- Grendels couldn't get drunk on anything brewed by non Grendels

The Grendels had not heard of the Alumina, for the Alversian and Xiscapian held systems werre far from the Celestial Ring, aand most of the Grendle exploration had been in the opposite direction. "But please, if you should have contact with them regularly, let them know we would be pleased to make their aquaintence." The Archprimus's mate said.

They had to excuse themselves as another group entered and sought them out..

Merideth watched the other ladies, noting the gowns they wore and wondered if she fit in, she had spent the great part of her life in uniform and has only bought this gown on the advice of a good friend. But there were other dressed more conservatively and some far less so. This was too formal an occassion for simply jewels and paint, though she did note with a mental chuckle that some of the gowns looked painted on.

"So who would you like to meet next" Merideth asked as she noted that most every one had arrived, though the Empress and her Heir had not yet arrived. Would you like to meet the Celestial that has Ambassador vorn in such a confusion?" She made a discrete gesture towards the pair standing in conversation some distance away. "Though I have to admit I'm not sure whom of the pair is more flustered" The Celestials wings were blush pink again.


Smith laughed at the pair. He felt relaxed, calm and was enjoying the company of those around him. He laughed again at the Archprimus' mate's suggestion
"The Alumina are a 'difficult' race to get along with although once you are past the cynical, arrogant, sarcastic skin they are a fiercely loyal people"

As for Merideth, he found himself, strangely infatuated by her and, coughing slightly, he gave a nervous smile
"Let's rescue Ambassador Vorn from his embarrassment shall we?" He suggested.

"Yes I can believe that getting some of your fur caught would be most unpleasant...Might I ask ,do you hear with both sets of ears?"
"I do, but at a price. For my quad hearing and heightened senses, they are that much easier to damage or destroy. While it is difficult to make an Xiscapian go blind, many go partially deaf as they age, their ears shutting down as their brains attempt to slow down the torrent of signals coming from them. However, most favor their "top" set of ears, as it were," Her hands were cool and it felt ever so good to be stroked. "It's okay," he said quietly, "I think you have more than my permission, although I would warn you against trying this with anyone else." He referred, of course, to his tail on her arm. It was all he could do to continue talking and try to fill the quiet, babbling almost. Surely she was not that interested, but he didn't know what else to do. He had gotten himself into this, after all...and he wasn't sure he wanted out, either.

"Well?"

"You look perfect, as always, my darling wife" Rob gave her a sweeping courtiers bow, his hand minicing removing a broad brimmed cavalier's hat with a flourish. She'd crinkled her nose at him and made a formal court curtsey in return.

Taking her hand and setting it upon his arm he had whisked her from their suite and down the corridors leading to the Crystal Hall.

"Thankfukll I have six more weeks of freedom" Rob murmured in her ear. THough he knew that it really was les than that. In two weeks the final stges would begin the formal transition of power from his mother to himself, and that would be exhausting. Having Aeris by his side would be a great comfort to him.

Then they were at the top of the three steps and Portho's was announcing them.

"His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Elect Robert Ryan Fortier Hexx of Tanaara."
"Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Aeris Greenwood Hexx of Tarlachia."

There was a pause and Porthos noted that Robert's mother had also arrived.

"Her Majesty Queen Mercedez Merrideath Hexx of Tanaara." The tall blonde looked strikingly similiar, to the Tanaran General, M. Meredeth Hexx, almost twins, in the dance of genetics that spanned centuries apart.

Rob and Aeris turned slighty and acknowledged her and the trio descended the steps together.

Adam & Merideth

"Let's rescue Ambassador Vorn from his embarrassment shall we?"

"Should we though? It looks like an incident of his own making" Merideth's eyes twinkled as she watched the two young people. "They looks so sweet together. And she won't take him flying usless he's wearing safeties. Marisol is the Director of the Imperial Museum. She's very responisble for someone so young. She's only thirty five, but great things are ahead of her I believe."

Meredith looked up at Adam, after discretely checking her chronograph, the Emperes wouldn't be arriving for a bit yet. "Would you care to see our Phoenix Roses? They are in bloom now and the gardens outside are filled with them." She liked Adam already and had read his dossier - she admires his courage and devotion to his people. I want to get to know him better, not just because the Empire may be giving them so much, but just for me.

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Mistress Black, Valeria

thank you plesae do help into this,as i don't want to wreck it"

"Why certainly" Valeria exclaimned as she motioned the maids over to assist the Jadeite. She wanted to say something to ease Blacks obvious sadness, but wasn't sure what.

In muntues they had Mistress Black looking gorgeous, and she told the young woman as much "You will stun them all!"

Porthos popped in a hologram to second the notion "Oh yes you look stunning. I am so happy that you allowed me to make that for you. It is just breathtaking!" He gushed happily. "Now come, come, you must go show yourself off"

"Go enjoy yourself, I will keep both eyes on Phoenix here. And there will be just enough time if you want to nurse him between the Reception and the Coronational Processional." Valeria ushered Mistress Black out of the suite, where another hologram of Porthos awaited to escort her to the Crystal Hall.

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Vorn & Marisol

I think you have more than my permission, although I would warn you against trying this with anyone else."

Marisol stroked his tail as lightly as possible useing just gentle finger tips. "Oh it is so soft" she murmured low, for their ears alone. She met his eyes and fell into them losing herelf into them for a moment, then softly..."I don't think I would want to do this with any one else " She fell into his eyes again, and knew she had never felt like this about anybody before.

"Oh that must be so hard. Our wings are our greatest treasure and yet our weakness as well. They can be come so brittle. They aren't like avian wings though they look like them. They are much stronger and much more flexible" She wrapped them about them, so close that they had moved to one another that she could bring them full circle. Like the Xiscapians, touching wings was something 'just not done' by outsiders, and if mid handled or aggressively grabbed could cause great injury to the Celestial so violated.

Gently she reached up with her free hand, she found she didn't want to stop the carresses they were exchanging, and tugged loose a tiny down feather, so fine was it that it was almost invisible. "Vorn...might I call you Vorn, Ambassador? would you exchange this feather for a dance with me at the ball?'

"Vorn...might I call you Vorn, Ambassador? would you exchange this feather for a dance with me at the ball?'"The lady honors me," Vorn murmered with a smile. "I accept, it is not a bargin I beleive you can find in any market. You may call me Vorn, titles not not enhance ones character." It was pleasantly dim now, surronded by the two huge, pure white wings. Vorn reached out and took the feather, lightly held between two dark fingers. The tip of Vorn's tail moved up and down excitedly in the soft massage of Marisol's fingers. He felt himself studying her face, clean and radiant with eyes like dark pools, hiding shadowed mysteries. Her hair was flaxen and smooth, falling in a ring around her head except at the bangs. Vorn had heard of sirens, hiding among the stars, luring unweary travelers to their doom. Except at the end of this siren song did not lay death...but something else. "I'm afraid," Vorn said, embaressment coloring his voice, "that I cannot dance at all."

Would you care to see our Phoenix Roses? They are in bloom now and the gardens outside are filled with them

Adam looked at her and smiled,
"Certainly, why not?" He offered her his hand

Adam was really starting to enjoy himself, he wished that all diplomatic meetings were like this but he very much doubted it. There was something about the Warmistress that he found alluring. Even he didn't know what it was but he knew he was enjoying her company.

"These Rose gardens sound beautiful" He said, "Shall we see them for ourselves?"

'thank you plesae do help into this,as i don't want to wreck it"

"Why certainly" Valeria exclaimned as she motioned the maids over to assist the Jadeite. She wanted to say something to ease Blacks obvious sadness, but wasn't sure what.

In muntues they had Mistress Black looking gorgeous, and she told the young woman as much "You will stun them all!"

Porthos popped in a hologram to second the notion "Oh yes you look stunning. I am so happy that you allowed me to make that for you. It is just breathtaking!" He gushed happily. "Now come, come, you must go show yourself off"

"Go enjoy yourself, I will keep both eyes on Phoenix here. And there will be just enough time if you want to nurse him between the Reception and the Coronational Processional." Valeria ushered Mistress Black out of the suite, where another hologram of Porthos awaited to escort her to the Crystal Hall.


Black said thank you to those who help her into the dress and to Valeria as she ushered her out of the door

"lead the way"said Black to Porthos as she take's one last look toward her sleeping son
"sleep well little one mummy and daddy love you" she say softly out loud before turning to face the way she was been lead to

The Ambassador listened to the Prince's story with interest. Anubans, pirates, space battles, they all seemed so much closer then she previously thought.

Ambassador Marcellus bowed politely to the ambassadress and her husbands.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

She couldn't help but take interest in the strange form of these new people. It was like they were there...but not there. Or perhaps there was two beings in one? She was tempted to reach out and touch them to see, but resisted the urge. Then again, she also thought that Anubans were creatures of legend and myth and didn't exist either. In a world that was totally different to the Imperium, there was nothing to do but adapt to a situation as seen fit. Well, that's what she was taught at the Imperial Academy, at least. She took a specific curiosity at her last remark.

"What kind of scum do you mean, honorable ambassadress?"

Angenteria, Nova Nippon, Anubi, Tanara

What kind of scum do you mean, honorable ambassadress?"

"Pirates, rebels, smugglers, and any dozens of assorted riffraff as might be found along the borders of any nation." Nari replied with obvious distain for such rabble.

One of her husbands, the elder, had caught the gleam of interested curiosity in the Ambassador's eyes. "It would seem honored Lady that you have a bit of what some call 'the Sight' to you. I think you can see our other, true forms?" Lord noh Mikoto asked, cocking his head to the side just abit, bright black eyes watching her interestedly.

Thoth and Morgan too waited to hear. It was not a common gift by any means.

Vorn & Marisol

"I'm afraid, that I cannot dance at all."

Marisol regarded the Xiscapian gravely, but there was a odd air of pleasure about her. "Oh then I get to be the one to teach you....If you will grant me that ..." and she leaned foreward and whispered something more in his ear, just as she refurled her wings slightly, so that the intimate privacy was ended...

and her Grandsire approached. "Grandfather, might I introduce you to Ambassador Vorn of Xizcapia?" She introduced the aged but still powerfully built Celestial to Vorn. "Ambassador Vorn, this is my most honored grandsire, Lord Celedon a' kier'a Lune."

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Adam & Merideth

"Shall we see them for ourselves?"

Merideth took the offered hand and led him out the the Hall to the veranda over looking the garden a few feet below. A slender arched bridge took them intothe garden, drenched with the intoxicating scent of the blooming Phoenxi roses. Evening ws well setled and here and there tiny glow globes provided subdued light. White stone paths wandered with artful aimlessness among the plantings.

The Phoenix roses (http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/6450/firerosenu9.jpg) were full bloomers, the depths of the bloom a blood crimson so dark as to be nearly black, the greater part of each petal being a rich metalic golden that ended with firey red limning the edges, and each glowed from within. The flickering light seeming to originate at the base and rise though the petals in a pattern to flame from the top edges then to go dark only to begin again at the center and conflagrate outward again.

"They bloom year round, but it is only during this month that the 'pyres' occure in the blooms" Merideth explained as they wated the roses 'burn'. "Technically they aren't the same species as Terran roses, we just call them roses because they do resemble them, but we've never been able to crossbreed them. Not that manny a gardner hasn't spent a not so small fortune in trying. My great grandfather certainly did, if the family sotries are true" She laughed as she found one of the many benches and sat, looking up at Adam, her eyes mirthful.

"Beautiful," Smith stated, almost to himself as he stared at the flaming roses, he was completely absorbed by the flowers but, at the same time, he could not take his eyes of Merideth. Smiling and laughing, he sat down beside her and stared into her eyes
"There is so much you don't know about me and I about you" He whispered so that any others in the garden would not hear him.

"Ambassador Vorn, this is my most honored grandsire, Lord Celedon a' kier'a Lune."
"My Lord," Vorn bowed, "it is an honor, to meet he who produced a mate which produced this lovely gem. I trust the Reception finds you in good health?" He asked respectfully. Something which was drilled again and again into Xiscapian youth: Respect thy elders.

Herenecco didn’t require much in the way of clothing, he was already in what one would call formal dress, though in fact there was little distinction in such matters. The C’tan didn’t really have any protocol regarding jewellery , dress (there were fashions, of course) or other accoutrements. Those fashions at this exact moment, tended toward the plainer end of the spectrum, and even so, in some respects, the fashions of the C’tan tended to be very conservative, functional, even. The robes that the ambassador wore, for example, were cut to be general-environment friendly, rather than the more specific heated robes preferred by actual necrontyr, and to hold a considerable number of items in pockets, without showing that they did so in any obvious manner. It was rare, however, to see C’tani outdoors and not dressed in a manner that covered them from (often relatively high) necklines, to their feet, leaving only heads and hands (optional in both cases, of course) exposed. The exceptions to this were warmer environments, such as the older necrontyr worlds, where one was considerably likely to see far less heavily dressed persons.

However, one thing he didn’t do, was use the transporter; not least because of the implants designed to counteract certain forms of snooping also being able to prevent such a device working (on the brain at least) but also because of a general distrust of most alien forms of teleportation – he would likely mentally refer to a transporter as a tear-apart – even though they used their own. Their own systems, also known as displacers, were radically different from what might be called a tear-apart, and essentially worked by folding space-time, and were as popular in the form of a two dimensional ‘overlap’ in space as in a more conventional teleport form. Tear-aparts were not popular because of the implicit destruction of matter involved, even counting its recreation; they were occasionally used for non-sapient matter in medical research facilities, to add an extra layer of insulation to isolation labs, but that was about the only common civilian use. More importantly, perhaps, a great number of necrontyr weapons functioned along the same principles, disappearing (or simply vapourising) matter and storing a record, to an uncertainty-defying level, or what was destroyed, should it later need to be recreated, perhaps for this reason, they regarded it as a fully legitimate death, albeit one that could be functionally undone.

All this aside, the ambassador showed little more than a cursory interest in his rooms, opulent though they were; he was after all, most interested in seeing more of the coronation…

Mistress Black & Porthos

"Plese don't worry Mistress Black" Porthos said reassuringly as he escorted her to the Crystal Hall "Valeria is very good with children. She spends much of her free time volunteering at the Childrens Hospice here at the Palace. We are one of the finest pediatric trauma and terminal care units in the Empire."

Shortly he was giving her a deep bow and annoucing her to those already assembled...

"Mistress Black, Representatiuve of the planet Jade"

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Adam & Merideth

"There is so much you don't know about me and I about you"

"Then" Merideth whispered falling into his eyes, as she gazed at him "Why don't we spend tonight telling each other our about oursselves. I'll start off..."

"I have three older bgrothers, and two older sisters. But I'm the only one in the military. They say one Military Mad Hexx is enough each generation...And that still leaves me some big footsteps to follow in even if the Family has never put any pressure on me, I have on myself. I'm my own worse critic. And
the Dancing Mechs are my idea." She chuckled guiltily.

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Vorn, Marisol and her grandfather

"it is an honor, to meet he who produced a mate which produced this lovely gem. I trust the Reception finds you in good health?"

The elderly Celestial chuckled, pleased at Vorns obvious diplomacy and fine manners. "Yes it does and I am pleased to meet you Ambassador Vorn. You are obviously a man of cultured taste to notice my grandaughter so quickly."

He laughed genially as Marisol blushed a deep rose at his gentle twitting and tried to shush him. But elders - especially beloved grandfathers - can get away with much. "I hope she has not tripped over her wings. She spends far too much time with her nose parked inside some dusty relic, or ancient display tucked in the deepest recesses of the Imperial Museum. Why I've never seen her spend five minutes with a living man, but hours with musty mummified remains "

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Vanadict, Mm'rr'll

"Good even' Madame Vanadict. I am Scholar Mmmirrlll" The seven and a half foot tall felinid looking being (http://www.atddm.com/mm.htm) that padded silently up to the Xiscapian senior Ambassador introduced herself in acceptable if rolling Xiscapian. Mm'rr'll's pelt was a silken chiarasco of tawny golden hues, fading from all but white through darkest mahogony. Her hands were long fingered and each was tipped in fearsome claws, that she held up and extended then retracted in a gesture of peaceful intent, The Xa'Cz'inni lady wore a short, pleated egyptain style kilt that was held tight around a trim waist by a wide leather belt that held a variety of small divices that were as decorative as they were functional, and most far more deadly than they looked. Three swords were carried across her back. Thwo crossing over her shoulders, the third horizontal at the small of her back.

Lively golden eyes looked the Xiscapian over carefully and with great interest.

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"There is so much you don't know about me and I about you"

"Then" Merideth whispered falling into his eyes, as she gazed at him "Why don't we spend tonight telling each other our about oursselves. I'll start off..."

"I have three older bgrothers, and two older sisters. But I'm the only one in the military. They say one Military Mad Hexx is enough each generation...And that still leaves me some big footsteps to follow in even if the Family has never put any pressure on me, I have on myself. I'm my own worse critic. And
the Dancing Mechs are my idea." She chuckled guiltily.


"I liked them" Smith admitted giggling, "Gave a nice touch to such cold and inhuman machines" He shuddered, "There's a lot in my past I would rather not go into" He said, looking at the ground.

His mind kept drifting back to the Battle for Andala. It wasn't consuming him as it had done before but even so, he found it hard to rid his mind of those images, what he's seen. His mind kept reminding him that they were real. They weren't the snapshots from the latest picture in Illesia and they weren't in a holonovel. These people had really lived and really died in the rubble of the former colony. He kept focusing on the solider who had not undermined him in front of the civilians, the senior trooper who had agreed to go first because he knew the leader would die. He had wanted to give Smith a second chance, just as the Major had given Smith a second chance...

He looked into Merideth, and tears started to form behind his eyes
"So much..." He whispered sadly.

"She spends far too much time with her nose parked inside some dusty relic, or ancient display tucked in the deepest recesses of the Imperial Museum. Why I've never seen her spend five minutes with a living man, but hours with musty mummified remains."
OOC: Sounds like my old man...
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"Ah," said Vorn wisely, "but some relics and remains can be more interesting than certain men." He chuckled in his deep voice. "Your granddaughter has carried herself remarkably I feel, and if she is a representative of all her species the galaxy has suddenly become a much better place than my people had previously thought."
"Good even' Madame Vanadict. I am Scholar Mmmirrlll"
Vanadict, who had been wandering thoughout the crowd rather aimlessly, exchanging breif greetings here and there, welcomed the change. She bowed to the Xa'Cz'inni, then straightened up and shook the large, furry hand. "Since you already know my name no formal greetings need be introduced. I am a representitive of Xiscapia, and I must say that, from what I have heard of your species, you sound rather like another species we have already had contact with. The Alumina. However, your are considerably more polite and pleasant than they are, so I would only venture a guess at distant relationship. What is your place at this function?" Vanadict was being unusually formal, but it was not everyday one is introduced to a huge tiger.

"So much..."

Merideth watched Adam's face crumple, and she could guess what he was remembering. Her arms went about him, holding him tight...

"We can never bring them back, all we can do is make their sacrifice worth while ...Do not let their deaths hold you down, destroy you...for if it does, is then their sacrifice for naught?

Then from on high - somewhere in the distance. There's a voice that calls - remember who your are. If you lose yourself - your courage soon will follow (http://youtube.com/watch?v=qVe5Qhr9n-8)

OOC: Wow, deep.

"We can never bring them back, all we can do is make their sacrifice worth while ...Do not let their deaths hold you down, destroy you...for if it does, is then their sacrifice for naught?"

Finally, Smith could hold the pain of four weeks back to longer and he broke down completely, he sobbed deeply into Merideth's shoulder. He felt all his mentions bubble out through his tears, all the sorrow, the guilt, the anger and the despair.

"I was a Solider of the People's Republic," He moaned to himself in a hollow voice, "My duty was to protect the people. I have failed them" he broke down again. He had never cried like this before, but then he had put a brave face on it for too long and now he could finally no longer take the weight of his emotions.

Angenteria, Nova Nippon, Anubi, Tanara

What kind of scum do you mean, honorable ambassadress?"

"Pirates, rebels, smugglers, and any dozens of assorted riffraff as might be found along the borders of any nation." Nari replied with obvious distain for such rabble.

One of her husbands, the elder, had caught the gleam of interested curiosity in the Ambassador's eyes. "It would seem honored Lady that you have a bit of what some call 'the Sight' to you. I think you can see our other, true forms?" Lord noh Mikoto asked, cocking his head to the side just abit, bright black eyes watching her interestedly.

Thoth and Morgan too waited to hear. It was not a common gift by any means.

Marcellus raised an eyebrow inquisitively. Pirates haven't been any major cause of concern for the Imperium as of late. The Imperial Navy has remained vigilant against such scum, and the Emperor has taken an aggressive stance against it. With the Imperial Space Corps still quite young, he felt that it was necessary to take all precautions to make sure that the Imperium does not suffer a debilitating setback so early in the game.

However, what was more intriguing to her was being informed that she possesses something called "the sight." While this would be shrugged off as heretical sorcery by the more conservative members of the Imperial Council, Ambassador Marcellus thought of this a a possible new connection with another race. After all, the conservatives were the ones who wanted to usurp the Emperor to "protect the long standing traditions of the Imperium," mainly isolationism. Here, however, an open mind was necessary to achieve almost anything.

"Excuse me? What do you mean by "true form?"

My duty was to protect the people. I have failed them"

She let him cry, holding him so that her body shook with the force of his sobs. She knew what he was going through. She too had survived battles that had such a horrible toll not only in the lives of those she had led into battle but of innocents, civilians caught in the cross fire, in the clutches of Demons. Demons that were the spiritual brothers of SASM from the reports she had read...She knew well that guilt, that pain, she had walked the mile in his shoes in generalness if not specifics.

And when she judges, hoped enough of the storm had passed she quoted his words back at him - with an addendum

"My duty was to protect the people. I have failed them...of course you did, any onewould have.

She hoped the shock of that would make him stop and think, and question...

My duty was to protect the people. I have failed them...of course you did, any one would have

It certainly shocked Smith out of his depression
"Wha...what did you say?" He asked in disbelief, the tears starting to dry from his face.

He had been a Soldier. On Alversia, the people looked to their soldiers for protection, for guidance. When the shooting starts, people look to the Soldiers for help. When a Soldier of the People's Army steps into the open all the fears, all the doubts disappear because here is a person who knows what they're going. The People of the Andala colony did anyway, they looked to the Soldiers to protect them and Heaven knows they did everything they could to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. The initial breakthrough, the fighting withdrawal to the evacuation ships, the desperate attempt to defend the civilian's only escape route. Then their failure and the slaughter that followed.

"Every time, I close my eyes I see them" he said sadly, wiping his face dry with the cuff of his suit, "Those red glowing eyes, the shining metal, the laser fire. The cries of 'Annihilate'. Over and over again. And those women and children I abandoned in front of the SASM. The last thing those children saw were 6'4'' Bioroids aiming their blasters at them. How can I forgive myself for that?" He asked desperately.

"Plese don't worry Mistress Black" Porthos said reassuringly as he escorted her to the Crystal Hall "Valeria is very good with children. She spends much of her free time volunteering at the Childrens Hospice here at the Palace. We are one of the finest pediatric trauma and terminal care units in the Empire."

Shortly he was giving her a deep bow and annoucing her to those already assembled...

"Mistress Black, Representatiuve of the planet Jade"


"i know he safe it's his Father when i see him i just miss him more when he not with me"said Black as they walk

on entering the hall Black look around till she was looking back Porthos only to look away from him fast when he bowed at her

"don't bow don't bow" she say to him still looking away from him as she recalls the horror of being forced to bow then kneel at the man who killed her mother and father

"'Any one would have. You can do only so much against the weight of the universe. Every one fails, every one..."

From a pocket in her cloak Merideth brought had hand full of handkerchiefs and handed them to Adam.

How can I forgive myself for that?"

"Because if you don't then Sasm wins, brings about another death. No one could have stopped those bastards" The explicative was shocking coming from her lips, though she used profanity as readily as most when it ws called for. "Adam all you could have done was died.

You failed, yes, and now you can ...redeem yourself, if you feel you must, by passing on your hard earned wisdon to others, by being the face of your people to the nations of the Univers, by bringing your experience to usefullness in your laisoning with Tanara. The Divine put you here for a reason."

"And yes you must forgive yourself, and that is always the hardest thing to do. ..." She closed her eyes and quoted from memory "'Forgiveness is the accomplishment of mastery over a wound. It is the process in which the person first fights off, then embraces, then conquers a situation that has nearly destroyed them. Forgiving is also a gift given to the self which releases an injured person from the burdens and shackles of hate. Forgiveness is the ultimate liberator. It is not, however, easily accomplished. It is for those people who are willing to confront their pain, accept themselves as permanently changed, and make difficult choices."

She opened her eyes and looked at Adam, her look gentle but strong "You aren't the same person you were. It is up to you to decide if you are stronger, from that horror, or weaker. It is your choice to learn and grow, forgiving yourself in the growing."

Smith accepted the tissues and blew hard into one, he sniffed for a bit longer then used a separate tissue to dry his eyes, he seemed surprised by the profanity from Merideth but, maybe she did that all the time. He didn't know her well enough to tell yet.

"When I returned to Alversia," he stated looking up at the night sky, "I learned the Navy was planning a counter-attack. A last ditch effort to win or be destroyed. I so wanted to join that attack. But then I felt a bitter hatred of the navy. I saw it as their fault in the first place for allowing the SASM through to the colony in the first place. Our Ion Storms would have ensured that the Pathfinder's couldn't beam us up at will. All the Navy had to do was hold them off. They couldn't even do that. But when I got back to Alversia, I learned of the heroic sacrifices the Navy was making to try and stem the flood. Ships and crew were going out on what they knew were suicide missions. But they went anyway. And after meeting people like Charlotte and the other crews, I have now nothing but a deep fondness for the Navy.

But my heart was filled with anger at what they had done to my home. I wanted to hurt them so badly for it, to destroy every last one of them and to make them know it was because of Andala that this was happening to them"

He laughed at the though then looked down at the ground,

"Ridiculous idea. Bioroids don't feel, that's what makes them so frightening. When I look at one of them, I could be staring at an Alversian, or a Xiscapian. A Tanaran even or some distant race we have yet to discover. But they have no feelings. Everything that makes them unique is destroyed for the sake of destruction. That thought depressed so deeply. Over thirty thousand Bioroids invaded the Andala colony and not one of them felt remorse right up until the moment their pointless lives were extinguished."

He turned and looked into Merideth's eyes
"You're right. None of the men who sacrificed themselves on that day would want me to end up like this. None of the Sailors who gave themselves so selflessly to protect their loved ones would have wanted this. I need to get a grip." He shook his head and smiled weakly,
"The Adam Smith show eh? Sorry, I must sound so self-centred to you"

Vorn, Marisol, Grandfather

"Your granddaughter has carried herself remarkably I feel, and if she is a representative of all her species the galaxy has suddenly become a much better place than my people had previously thought

"And you display exactly why they chose you for Ambassador, Lord Vorn. Wisdom, insight, discernment" There he nodded slightly towards Marisol, "respect for ones elders, and the ability to captivate ones audience. I look forward to working with you."

He chuckled at Marisol's look of surprize "Yes they convinved me to come out of retirement. The Dowager Empress is going to retire and return to Ambassador at Large status in the next month. Thats where I disappeared to," He explained further "The Empress to be is taking the Oaths of Office from various office holders required to make such. She will be here shortly to welcome the visiting Dignataries and Ambssadors. ..And since Marisol hasn't introduced you around, I shall." He looked over and saw Vanadict speaking with what looked to be a large bipedal Tigeress..."Ah, let me introduce you"

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Vanadict, Marisol, Vorn, Grandfather

He ushered the pair over to where Mm'rr'll and Vanadict stood...

What is your place at this function?"

"I have the honor to be the Laureate Emeteritus of the Empire for Science, and I am the Dean of the College of Life Sciences at Double U. " Mm'rr'll was replying as Lord Celedon led Vorn and Marisol over to where the pair stood. She was proud of her accomplishments, but her tone was in no way boastful.

"Yes Lady Mmirrrll is one of our leading loghts. And she neglects to mention that she is also our foremost Integrator, a First Contact Specialist par excellance" Lord Celedon added "Lady Scholar let me introduce the Ambassador from Xiscapira to Tanara, Vorn, and of course you know my daughter."

The Xas 's long elegant tail looped as she laughed softly, and protested 'No just the noseyest in all likelyhood, or the most wandering pawed. I am very pleased to meet you Lord Vorn." She bowed slightly then offered her hand. It was in proportion with her size but with long fingers like those of a musician or a surgeon. "And as such I work closely with Lord Celedon, so we might be seeing much of one another....If I don't get Marisol to pester you for all the minutia of your culture."

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Mistress Black, Porthos

"don't bow don't bow"

He could hear the tone in her voice and straightened. "My dear Mistress Black, if I chose to bow, it is a freely made choice, not one forced or enforced upon me. There is a universe's worth of difference. And there is nothing diminishing about being a willing servant. We..."

"We are all servants in the end, to the Universe itself if nothing else." Came a strong male voice." ..."to Life if nothing else" The other eeirily similar male voice said in concert. The pair were tall human appearing males, save for their leather skinned wings tucked neatly against their back, and the fact that they looked hewn from living onyx.

"Ah Lord Shiva, Lord Darharuman, it is a pleasure to see you this fine and momentous evening. Might I introduce Mistres Black, here to represent the planet Jade."

The pair of handsome young men gave her short salutes, right hands coming up to thump lightly on their left breast, bone spurs flareing wickedly as they did so- they were part Nietzschean - rather than bowing. "Very pleased to meet you Madame, might we be your escorts for the evening?"

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Adam, Meredeth

The Adam Smith show eh? Sorry, I must sound so self-centred to you"

"No you don't sound selfcentered to me at all. It wasw a horrible trauma for you, for the whole of your people. To hasve a group of monsters descend upon you, ravage you...Oh Adam, I've read the report, and like all who have we are in complete awe of your people, the way you have not let this devistate you as an individual, as a people."

However she knew it was not good to dwell on what had happened, not now, and so she turned the talk away, also to give Adam time to compose himself.

"I must pretend mock anger at you. You said the mechs were"cold and inhuman machines" and I think Maxx would disagree with you." She looked about, homing in on a fist sized orb that hovered at about head height some distance away. As she gave it some of her attention it sillently moved to within speaking range. "Good evening Ambassador. I'm Maxx, Merideth's partner, and I have to say that I'm just glad she dfidn't make us were tutu's. That would have been just wrong...and while I may be inhuman, I don't think of myself as cold. It is true that I am created a machine of war, but being mind melded to Merry has taught me much more than that."

Angenteria, Nova Nippon, Anubi, Tanara

"Excuse me? What do you mean by "true form?"

The elder Kitsune waved a hand down his lean form "These are but mask's that we wear for convienence, for interaction with those not of our race. And I think that you can see the form we wear most often. We are not Morphs, like the Grendels" He motioned to where a group of them stood deep in conversation in their native language, "But have no natural form. We but wear, or not, the ones designed for us by the OmiKami to utelize in our home Realm, the High Planes of Heaven."

"And when we visit here, this Realm, we wear these."

And as such I work closely with Lord Celedon, so we might be seeing much of one another....If I don't get Marisol to pester you for all the minutia of your culture."
"If the Lady does not mind me saying so," said Vorn as he shook Mm'rr'll's hand, "I would not mind being pestered by Marisol in the slightest."
Vanadict merely smiled. She was wise in many ways, but love was not one of them. From an outside observace, yes, and in the way that one may love a friend or irrate uncle. But she had never, intimatly, erotically loved another, male or female, Xiscapian or otherwise. "And I am very pleased to meet you, Lady Marisol and Lord Celedon." She bowed to them, and Vorn did the same once his hand was released from the Xas 's grip. "May I call you Grandfather?" This was directed at Lord Celedon, and on Xiscapia was a general term of affection for any old male.

Adam, Meredeth[/CENTER]

The Adam Smith show eh? Sorry, I must sound so self-centred to you"

"No you don't sound selfcentered to me at all. It wasw a horrible trauma for you, for the whole of your people. To hasve a group of monsters descend upon you, ravage you...Oh Adam, I've read the report, and like all who have we are in complete awe of your people, the way you have not let this devistate you as an individual, as a people."

However she knew it was not good to dwell on what had happened, not now, and so she turned the talk away, also to give Adam time to compose himself.

"I must pretend mock anger at you. You said the mechs were"cold and inhuman machines" and I think Maxx would disagree with you." She looked about, homing in on a fist sized orb that hovered at about head height some distance away. As she gave it some of her attention it sillently moved to within speaking range. "Good evening Ambassador. I'm Maxx, Merideth's partner, and I have to say that I'm just glad she dfidn't make us were tutu's. That would have been just wrong...and while I may be inhuman, I don't think of myself as cold. It is true that I am created a machine of war, but being mind melded to Merry has taught me much more than that."

Smith nodded and looked at the orb with a great interest, not all of it genuine
"Well, well, I don't believe we have been formally introduced" He said in a very formal and exagerated tone, "My name is Adam Smith of the Alversian People's Republic. It is an honour to met you...Maxx wasn't it? Fascinating, you're mind-melded to Meredeth here? Why, pray would you do that?"
The question had no distaste, no disgust, Smith was back to the Diplomat trying to find any thing he could on this new race and, he was genuinely curious.

Vanadict, Mirrelle, Vorn, Marisol, Celedon

"May I call you Grandfather?"

The old Celestial chuckeld and nodded agreeabley "I'd be honored." Then his eyes flicked momentariyly to the Xas and recieved a tiny nod in return.

"It is not secret, save maybe from your nation and Alversia tht we intend to offer both of your nations our hand in friendship. We know of your recent trouble, and that in manys conclusion that more trouble is headed your way. Is that assessment correct Madam Vanadict?" Lord Celedon asked bluntly. He knew that the Empresses would be meeting with the Alversian and Xiscapian representatives later but if he was to offer the soundest advice he wanted to hear from those who had the most knowledge. And though this was supposed to be a social occassion, more information got passed at such gatherings than anywhere else.

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Adam, Merideth

Fascinating, you're mind-melded to Meredeth here? Why, pray would you do that?"

Meredith could tell that Adam was not necessarily as interested as he pretended to be, but was making the best of the intruption, though mentally she was scolding Maxx. He had a mind of his own sometimes and it did not necessarily work in 'human' ways.

"In the cockpit of a normal mech, the pilot uses joysticks and other controls as well as a external neural feedback, but by being mind meded to Merry, none of those slow and clumsy devices are needed. I effectively become her body. You humans are very fortuante in may ways, you have evolved into bipedal beings and once you are out of the infant stage do so many things without even thining about them. You do them while concentrating on other things."

The hovering sphere projected an image of a conventional mech, then a short holovideo of one maneuvering. Even in the hands of an accomplished pilot, a mech was just that mechanical. The he showed one of himself flowing where the conventional mech jerked, of retaining his balance when struck when the other toppled...even in replay the curious, undeinable aliveness of a Psimech was clearly visable.

'And the voice became slower, seemingly hesitatnt "Merry is my conscience, with her I can fight and not be concerned with the question is 'that' a legitimate target. Merry carries that burden for me."

He could hear the tone in her voice and straightened. "My dear Mistress Black, if I chose to bow, it is a freely made choice, not one forced or enforced upon me. There is a universe's worth of difference. And there is nothing diminishing about being a willing servant. We..."

"We are all servants in the end, to the Universe itself if nothing else." Came a strong male voice." ..."to Life if nothing else" The other eeirily similar male voice said in concert. The pair were tall human appearing males, save for their leather skinned wings tucked neatly against their back, and the fact that they looked hewn from living onyx.

"Ah Lord Shiva, Lord Darharuman, it is a pleasure to see you this fine and momentous evening. Might I introduce Mistres Black, here to represent the planet Jade."

The pair of handsome young men gave her short salutes, right hands coming up to thump lightly on their left breast, bone spurs flareing wickedly as they did so- they were part Nietzschean - rather than bowing. "Very pleased to meet you Madame, might we be your escorts for the evening?"


"last time i bowed,they then force me to kneel so they could cut off my head along with other female breeders who were my friends an would not mate like me ,to be made as examples to the other females and the same Jaffa Officer (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/FT%20Things/HorusJaffaOfficer.jpg)who cut off theirs an going to cut my head off was the some one who made a example of my mother and father when i was twelve for trying to get more food for me when i was sick" she say to him before turning to new pair

"i don't care i'll never be a servent ever again , i would kill myself and my son before ending like that again"said Black in a tone that she meant every word she just said to them before truning away with tears in her eyes as she recalls more of that day

"you monster" crys Black as the Jaffa made his way to her after killing her last friend

"let me go" yells Black as she trys to brake free of the guards who were holding her

a guard looks down at her "ha i don't" Boom the room fills with dust and smoke as something crash into the room through the roof


Black falls to the floor after being let go by the guards, she looks up and watch them as they move towards a ship that Black never seen before an would find out later was pelican dropship

"arr grr"said one of the guards as he was hit by fire from the only survivor of the crash who had open fire at them and others who were pouring into the room

"who are you"Black asked the soldier who she watch kill the Jaffa and all Dark Goa'uld soldiers (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20rifle/FT%20Things/DarkGoauldsoldier.jpg)who had entered the room

"me no one" he say to her in Goa'uld but was clearly to her not one as he leans his back against a wall and slides to the floor clearly wounded

"let me help" said Black getting up and going over to him as the ever growing sound of battle fills the air

"what happen to those poor girls"asked the soldier on seeing the bodys of Black's friends as she cleans his wound

'they" Black did not finish what she was going to say she just brakes down into tears
"here rest your head against my chest and let it out"said the soldier

Adam, Merideth[/CENTER]

Fascinating, you're mind-melded to Meredeth here? Why, pray would you do that?"

Meredith could tell that Adam was not necessarily as interested as he pretended to be, but was making the best of the intruption, though mentally she was scolding Maxx. He had a mind of his own sometimes and it did not necessarily work in 'human' ways.

"In the cockpit of a normal mech, the pilot uses joysticks and other controls as well as a external neural feedback, but by being mind meded to Merry, none of those slow and clumsy devices are needed. I effectively become her body. You humans are very fortuante in may ways, you have evolved into bipedal beings and once you are out of the infant stage do so many things without even thining about them. You do them while concentrating on other things."

The hovering sphere projected an image of a conventional mech, then a short holovideo of one maneuvering. Even in the hands of an accomplished pilot, a mech was just that mechanical. The he showed one of himself flowing where the conventional mech jerked, of retaining his balance when struck when the other toppled...even in replay the curious, undeinable aliveness of a Psimech was clearly visable.

'And the voice became slower, seemingly hesitatnt "Merry is my conscience, with her I can fight and not be concerned with the question is 'that' a legitimate target. Merry carries that burden for me."

"That is a interesting development," Smith stated looking at the Mech, "I would never have guessed that you were linked that. Are all your Mechanized Forces like this or only a select few?" He was wondering as Alversia at the moment lacked a Mech force. Most of the Universe seemed to have them but Alversia preferred to keep only a small number of them in isolated Battalions

We know of your recent trouble, and that in manys conclusion that more trouble is headed your way. Is that assessment correct Madam Vanadict?"
Vanadict nodded. "It is a accurate assessment. We knew of the Rebellion before the apperance of the SASM, but upon their attacks we were forced to drop everything to combat this new threat. During that time the Rebellion grew stronger. The plot goes deeper than we realized, with contacts extensivly in the criminal underworld. Now we know of Hutt and Danaversian involvment, as well as Rebellion Xiscapians and Alversians, not to mention the threat of the race called the Imitators. The Imitator threat must wait until we can locate and crush the Rebellion, but, the Rebels being backed by Danaversian support, my start yet another Danaversian War. We are doing our best to track them but so far we do not know where the Rebel base is. Terrorist attacks escalate, and between the Nigripes situation, the uncovering of the Leader of the Rebellion and the discovery of the Emperor's lost neice and nephew, things get more confusing and dangerious by the day."

Mistress Black,Porthos, Shiva, Darharuman,

"i don't care i'll never be a servent ever again, i would kill myself and my son before ending like that again"

"My dear Mistress Black" Porthos said compassionately "You weren't a servant, you were a slave. And there is a vast world of difference between the two."

"He is correct Mistress Black, and while we are about you are safe." Shiva said softly as he found a cotton handkerchief and unfolding it, handed it to her. His emerald green eyes sought his brothers and they shared a look.

"Yes you are safe" Dar, as most called him, moved so that she was blocked from the sight of most to give her a moments privace to compose herself.

The twins (http://www.atddm.com/son1.jpg) let their wings unfurl slightly, adding to their not inconsiderable width. They were heavily muscled but moved with a gymnasts grace.

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Adam, Merideth, Maxx

"I would never have guessed that you were linked that. Are all your Mechanized Forces like this or only a select few?"

Merideth shook her head "No relatively few have the ability to link, to maintain their hold on multiple realities. We are neary as few as the Imperial Cadre. In fact we compete with them for canidates. His Royal Highness, Robert Ryan of Tanaara is an example. He can't be Cadre any more so in fifty, sixty years when he gets tired of rulinhg his nation we might see him as one of the five oh first."

The 501st was the regiment that was composed of Psi mechs, and M. Merideth Hexx was the Captain of the Regiment.

"But thank you for speaking with me Ambassador Smith. I won't intrude on you and Merideth any longer. It's been too long since she's taken an interest in the possibility of romance"

"Maxx!" Merideth exclaimed blushing a bright red "Behave yourself!"

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Vanadict, Mirrelle, Vorn, Marisol, Celedon

Terrorist attacks escalate, and between the Nigripes situation, the uncovering of the Leader of the Rebellion and the discovery of the Emperor's lost neice and nephew, things get more confusing and dangerious by the day."

"What do these Rebels want? Your Emperor is elected Democratically, and there is due process for a recall if he proves unpalatable, is there not?" Mm'rr'll asked as the Marisol and Grandfather listened interestedly.

Marisol had made sure she stood close to Vorn, and kept a watch on him out of the corners of her eyes. She had decided that she'd found a man more interesting than her relects.

"What do these Rebels want? Your Emperor is elected Democratically, and there is due process for a recall if he proves unpalatable, is there not?"
"There is," Vanadict answered, "but what the Rebels are fighting for would never hold in a court. They feel the current government is too peaceful, full of pacifists. They beleive Xiscapia could be far larger and more powerful, if only we'd expand though conquering rather than diplomacy. The Rebels, they call themselves the Social Reformests, seek to assassinate the current military and political leaders and replace them with their own, putting their leader at the head of a new facist, dictatorship. There are other factions involved. The Alversian Rebels, the ARA or Alversian Republic Army, are trying to do similiar, although this is unproven. The thugs and mercenaries and assassins provided by the Hutts would be paid with the plunder of Alliance worlds, violence for profit. Finally the Danaversians also aide the Rebellion to strike at the Alversians without actually passing over the DMZ seperating the Danaversian Empire and the Democratic Republic. This conflict could quite possibly end with another Danaversian War, the 13th if I have the numbers correct," Vanadict looked around the hall. "Ambassador Smith could tell you much more about the Danaversians and the ARA than I could, but he dosen't appear to be here at the moment."
Vorn declined to comment, Vanadict knew far more about these matters than he. While Vanadict, being the Chief Ambassador, had to be knowledgable about everything, Vorn's area of expertise lay in diplomacy, rather than war.

"Maxx!" Merideth exclaimed blushing a bright red "Behave yourself!"

Smith laughed at the forwardness of her Mechanised friend and, despite his laughter, also turned a small tint of red. He looked up at the night sky and sighed, thoughtfully.
"Isn't it amazing?" he stated, almost to himself, "that I could visit almost any of those stars on a whim, each has it's own life, it's own beauty, it's own culture." He sighed, "I love being a Diplomat. You get to see the Universe in all it's glory, it's like being a Soldier but there's no fighting involved."
He was still staring dreamily up at the stars,
"I wouldn't like to be the ultimate diplomat though. That would just be pure stress. The leader of a people has so much to think about. My respect for such people is unlimited," he said admiringly, thinking about John Mallon, the Alversian Prime Minister.

Vanadict, Mirrelle, Vorn, Marisol, Celedon

"Ambassador Smith could tell you much more about the Danaversians and the ARA than I could, but he dosen't appear to be here at the moment."

The group listened interestedly as Vanadic spoke, not interuption. But Marisol couldn't hold back one comment "I know what I'd do with so called rebels." She looked appaled at the thought of such a rebellion.

The near coup that had brought about the transfromation from democracy to Empire had left it's own scar on Tanara.

Lord Celedon sighred "Marisol is correct, here in the Empire, such people would be hunted ruthlessly, and every hand would be against them. We have very strong feelings against that sort of thinking."

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Adam, Merideth

My respect for such people is unlimited,"

"I agree. I know how hard Kaylinde works." Merideth spoke of the retiring Empress. "She and Michiko both." She had served under both but knew Kaylinde better as her supreme military commander.

She looked Adam over discretely,trying to discerne if he was better or if he was just covering well. "I'm sorry Adam that I brought back the horror, I never intended to. Would something to drink or eat help?"