Chapter 04: Summit

With one disaster after another, the crew of the Edward Deming are stretched thin after another incident places their friends and family in danger...Some will go to great lengths to achieve their goals, though others may not be so eager to make a Faustian bargain.
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Chapter 04: Summit

Post by uso » Fri Jan 11, 2019 11:05 am

IAS Edward Deming
Multipurpose Planetary Survey ship for the Interstellar Alliance


Neutral Space, awaiting arrival of diplomats

The IAS Edward Deming was an old ship, Hayden Class, one of the original ships brought to this sector by the UESS Pioneer. Over the decades the ship had been rebuild, converted, and upgraded numerous times. It was bristling with planetary survey gear along the 'underside' of the ship. The armored 'top' hull, laser turrets, and small number of missile launchers weren't impressive, leaving it easily outclassed by even the smallest of warships but today the ship wasn't on a combat mission. If things did take a turn for the worse, there were a few combat drones situated close enough to the ship that they would be able to respond.

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The interior had been remodeled a number of times, some rooms aligned with the axis of thrust, others sitting at a right angle to take advantage of spin gravity. The numerous remodels giving the ship a bit of a labyrinthine layout.

The latest remodeling included a large reception area near the shuttle bay with a double-tall room that including a vaulted ceiling. A fine carpet, art on the walls, and suspended, floating, lights decorated the room along with wooden panels to make everything feel a bit more planetside. The art was carefully chosen to represent artists from all of the nations involved. Snacks, broken out by national origin, were also laid out along tables on the sides of the room.

Off to either side were smaller private rooms that guests could use at their own discretion.

Finally, towards the back was the main meeting area: A large room with a big circular desk where discussion between the representatives could begin in earnest once everyone had arrived.

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Heram Wazu was already there, having been patched up after the incidents at New Cambridge. He had organized this whole thing with help from the diplomatic team he had put together. Their goal was simple enough: Confront the growing tensions between the major national powers... and perhaps mitigate disaster.

Such a lofty goal may not even be possible.

And regardless of the problems that could be solved here, every moment spent with the diplomats was a moment they weren't able to spend on keeping the world of Hawking from disaster.

For now, the focus was on the initial introductions. Wazu himself was suited up for this, slacks and suit jacket over a light sweater in varying shades of grey. His brown belt and shoes giving just a hint of color, and covering him in the scholarly look. He had avoided a tie, not wanting to seem like the over-eager businessman. His attention was currently taken up by the datapad in his hand, checking some schematic for something, reading notes, preparing next actions.

No need to look nervous.

Only billions of lives at stake...
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Readlliea » Fri Jan 11, 2019 11:59 am

What to wear? What the hell was he going to do?!! Back in the tribe, the formal wear was just some markings done in paint, and a few other things that basically..left one naked in a sense. So that was a no for here, that much the Adlet was sure. A tired and confused sigh left him as he stood there. Currently he had on a pair of brown pants; so it wouldn't blend in with his fur. Rubbing his eyes with a tired huff, he took a seat down on the bed in his quarters. This...was a great deal more than what he thought he was getting into. There was so much happening. He only heard from rumors that this conference was for some a whole lot bigger than the Kiwoman situation. A lot bigger than the small matter he had dealt with, without Wazu's help due to them needing to recover. Speaking of which, that man still needed rest. It wasn't as serious now since some time had gone by and he showed no signs of suddenly passing out or lose of memory. The slurring at least was overwith.

Grabbing a long sleeved shirt that was light grey, he grabbed his lab coat and merely rushed out of his room. He wasn't heading to the conference just yet. Oh no no. Instead, the adlet headed straight for Wazu's room. The clicking of his claws on the ground made a sound as he 'fast walked' down the halls and through the corridors. Until he got to the one that he was searching for. Raising a hand, he gave several knocks on the door.

"Wazu? I...I need to talk to you. It's Dr. Zenigata." Zenigata called through the door, waiting for the man to give him permission to enter.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by uso » Fri Jan 11, 2019 12:06 pm

Knocking was certainly unexpected on a starship, a bit quaint perhaps, but the anxiety was what was clearly bleeding through.

Wazu would need to defuse some tension on his own team before dealing with any arrivals.

"Come on in," He said, putting his datapad away and approaching the door that concealed Zenigata behind it. "What can I help you with?"
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With the door opening, there was some relief. Not much but some.

"I need to talk to you, regarding this whole thing." Zenigata answered. "Can we talk in private? Please?"

The black tail gave a few twitches, further giving away Zenigata's nervous air. He was trying not to but his tail had a mind of it's own it seemed like. The natural appendage was often a problem for him in hiding his emotions. As the tail was a very vital and important piece of comminucation in terms of body language back home. To not have a tail would basically make you more of a outcast in the tribe. Sure warriors or hunters lost their tails in fights once in a while. Some cases, depending on who the adlet was that lost their tail and how much well, they could be more accepted than others.

Shaking his head, Zenigata did his best to make his thoughts leave the customs of his tribe and the annoyance but importance of the tail. If Wazu let him in, the adlet would enter but he would just stand there nervously.

"I...I have no idea on how I'm suppose to do this. I don't know any of the matters that are going to be discussed. I thought you were just needing my help with the Kiwomans?" ZEnigata admitted.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by uso » Fri Jan 11, 2019 12:29 pm

"I did, and you have done a great job forming a relationship with them. I am hoping you will remain with me during this task and continue to grow that relationship.

However,

Right now there are going to be a number of others joining us for this summit. The Eretsu wish to discuss the Alliance and Taipan's rapid growth, and there is the matter of the Gartagen Armistice expiring soon, but that is all that is officially on the docket for discussion. Right now you can relax and just worry about greeting our guests. We do not need to accomplish any major agreements here. What we want is to form relationships that we can use later on. Make friends so to speak, keep the back channels open or develop them where they do not exist."

Heram would look around, and then offer,

"How about we use one of the private side-rooms? They are intended just for this kind of conversation."
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Readlliea » Fri Jan 11, 2019 12:36 pm

"And I know nothing on those things, so how am I suppose to properly help you during this? I can't even figure out what to wear to this and this is what I came up with just to come here to talk about the whole matter." zenigata replied. "I can't just.....not worry on this. A conference is a huge and important matter. Keeping the peace is crucial and this could be the one chance to make sure things don't take the worst possible route and explode over. I have every right to be worrying over this!"

His tail bristled as he finished his rambling, was it a ramble? The rambling of a nervous and uncertain hybrid? Yeah, that's true. It was a ramble. At the offer of going into a side room to continue the conversation. The medic gave a nod of his head. Figuring it was best to just do a non-verbal comply than to try and use his voice. His worrying would just get into his voice again and make him go on another ramble. So he would follow Wazu to the room that they had mentioned.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by uso » Fri Jan 11, 2019 12:55 pm

The pair would make it to one of the side rooms, Wazu closing the door behind them so they could have some privacy.

"Then stick with what you know. The Kiwomans are very fresh to all of this. If anyone is going to... over react to something I would think they would. Perhaps you could stay with them during this, make sure they are happy, see to it that their participation goes smoothly. We are intending to do a more in depth diplomatic mission to their world after this. They are a great candidate for a long-term ally."

He paused for a moment, considering the rest of the process,

"You may take some comfort in knowing this is the first time something like this has been attempted. No one else knows what to expect so everyone is coming in just as inexperienced as you are.

That includes myself.

If things boil over and explode then, well, I doubt there was much you or I could have done to prevent that."

Dialogue concluded. Next topic: Choice of clothing.

Heram would take a slow look at Dr. Zenigata head to foot.

"When dressing. You should make sure your clothing fits properly. Shoes should be round-toed not square. No frilly decorations should be on your shoes, as they should be in Oxford style. Belt should match shoe color. Accessories such as undershirt, pocket squares, ties, scarfs, and the like should be of a complimentary color pallet to your main wardrobe.

Of course, you are not human. You also do not wear shoes. Considering that we will be dealing with multiple races here, each with their own consideration of what constitutes proper fashion for a formal occasion, I think what you are wearing now will be fine.

I half expect the Kiwomans to show up in cammo paint...

... it is also likely that many will over-dress. Like the old saying 'You should always judge a book by its cover' you can tell a lot by observing what the others wear. They will accentuate what they consider to be the most advantageous in these negotiations. I myself am using a neutral color pallet to invoke neutrality in an attempt not to convey any emotions or agenda to our new arrivals. The lack of tie and inclusion of the sweater over the button down is an attempt to de-escalate the situation before it starts by setting a casual mood while the coat and slacks indicate that this is still a professional setting. Likewise the craft and expense of the shoes are to help denote that these ambassadors are not meeting with a low level functionary. If you like we can compare notes during this event regarding what these other ambassadors are trying to convey with their appearances."
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Gunsight1 » Fri Jan 11, 2019 1:01 pm

Part I:

The IAS Edward Deming, being a ship of the Interstellar Alliance Navy, has been able to pick up the Alliance diplomatic delegation on rout to the meeting point in neutral space. The small contingent dispatched from the capital on Eden was headed up by the senior diplomat employed by the international relations council, answering to the Alliance senate. Ambassador William Pullings was a man in his late fifty's with hair deep brown hair that had begun to silver at the temples and in the thick but well trimmed beard that framed the lower half of his face. He sat now, with his small staff, in their assigned office for the duration of this mission, going over notes and information and other things that they had hope to bring up during the diplomatic summit.

The Alliance had it's valid concerns with the growing hostility in their corner of space. Space piracy was on the rise, threatening civilian shipping and passenger traffic. There was the growing strength of their neighbors to the north, the Empire of Tai Pan, who, while there was not an open hostility between the Empire and the Interstellar Alliance, were a rapidly growing power in the region, who's relatively unknown ambitions and plans, along with their incredibly quick expansion in territory since their arrival, had not set well with many within the Alliance. Then, there was the Limais to the east, directly between the Alliance and their primary trading partner, the Constitutional Dominion of Ersetu. The Limais were openly hostile, attacking and snapping up ships on the trade lanes between the Alliance and the Dominion, threatening to cut off said lanes and expand closer and closer to the Alliance borders. There were already quite a few within the Alliance military command and the Senate who believed war with the Limais was inevitable.



Part II:

Space seemed to fluctuate and ripple an AU out system from where the IAS Edward Deming lay at anchor. Ships reverting from hyperspace in brilliant blue-white flickers of psudomotion, seeming to snap in from a great distance as they materialized and instantly coast to a rapid halt as they flickered into existence. It was the delegation from the Constitutional Dominion of Ersetu. A people of tradition and ceremony and style, they never did anything with half measures. Two dozen ships in total dropped out of hyperspace and slowly oriented themselves towards the waiting Alliance starship. The newly arrived fleet filled all the sizes, from a screen of small, agile frigates, followed by a encircling globe of massive 1st and 2nd rate line of battle ships that en-globed their charge. The warships were dark hulled, black with long buff colored stripes down their flanks where their gun decks lay. Their sterns were painted with a flash of brilliant red, denoting the Royal Navy's Grand Fleet, which, when deployed in force, was considered to be the most powerful naval fighting force in the entire region by many. Each of the warships was decorated with a unique and hand fashioned figurehead, along with elaborate gold and silver fancywork at their prows and sterns. At their masts fluttered the flags of the Dominion, the Royal Navy, ships pennants. Other signal flags ran up and down along with these as the fleets ships communicated with each other.

There was, of course, good reason for the large strength of warships the Dominion has sent to the summit. At the center of the globe of battle ships was the Empress of Ersetu, the royal starship. The personal vessel of Queen Tiamat Ealamassi Caer Kinnon, sovereign of the Ersetu peoples. She had come herself to take part in this summit, rather than just send an ambassador. The Empress of Ersetu was vast and ancient, considerable more so than the Edward Deming, predating the formation of the Dominion its self. Her hull was glossy smooth black, lacking the stripes for her gun decks or the flash of color to denote a fleet attachment, but she was almost encrusted in scrawling gold and silver and platinum fancywork, stretching from her angular figureheaded bow to her elaborate and gallery windowed stern.

The Dominion ships unfurled their masts and rigged out their flickering and glowing subspace energy sails, which caught the invisible winds and propelled the ships forward, towards the awaiting Alliance ship. As they sailed close, coming within visual range long after having hailed IAS Edward Deming with friendship codes and their intentions as escorts to the royal starship, the fleet came too, battleships slewing away in a spreading flower formation as they cut their sails and gave way to the Empress of Ersetu, which sailed on a short distance ahead, but always within protective range of her escorts, before she too cut her sails and came to a stop.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Readlliea » Fri Jan 11, 2019 1:10 pm

So...no one had done this? Neither of these places had a huge meeting like this? A bit surprising but then again, Zenigata was out of the loop or simple knowledge on other places and how they've done things. His tribe was new to this alliance thing and while he was certain that none of them would be attending since it was just a single small tribe. He still wasn't too sure on this. He felt uneasy...out of place.

"I....I'll try to keep things peaceful on their end. It's just their diplomat that is attending this yes?" Zenigata asked.

The Adlet recalled the conversations he had with Astila and while they weren't the diplomat, they were at least the mate of the diplomat. The small conversation he had with the actual diplomat was....well not the best. HE wasn't sure if she just disliked him for how he brought up Frank and the thought that his family was dead from the even smaller conversation he had with the massive 'man'. Still hard to say. If he could get the Diplomat to at least listen to Astila and have Astila be a mediator between the good medic to the diplomat. There might be a chance. Though...if there Leader was attending, he had no idea on how that would go.

"Yeah....kind of can't wear shoes....even if someone made em my size and took into the account of claws and paw pads. IT would be difficult to walk in them it would like hilarious." Zenigata commented with a weak but faint smile. "Back in the tribe we would've just attending with special paint markings and maybe decorative antlers or pelts of larger prey. But...no pants and no shirt..so I know not to do that."

Zenigata could recall the first time he attend one of his father's meetings with a nearby tribe. How his father was the only one in the group to wear a large headress of elk antlers and the complete pelt of a white bear. They had markings upon their face and chest. Other than that, that was it. Sure their legs and private area were covered in a great deal of fur naturally so you wouldn't see any naughty bits. But still. Pretty much naked.

"Al...alright..." Zenigata answered after a few moments of nervous contemplation.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Lone_badass » Fri Jan 11, 2019 1:59 pm

Kiwomian's leader arrived shortly at the ship with one body gaurd dressed in navy blue camo clothes with his legionnairy armor underneath his vest his beret neatly adorning his head as he kept pace with his leader.

"I take it your zenugata, Astila spoke highly of you and your group with the events of Cambridge and I must say you do seem to be very modest." The kiwomian leader gently spoke. her hair resting on her shoulders shining a bright silver as she wore simple greenish brown robes with a red sash across the waist her face lightly painted with simbols as her body gaurds remaining in parade rest.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Jabonicus » Fri Jan 11, 2019 4:16 pm

Deep breaths.

Deep Breaths.

Yetara was a diplomat, or the closest thing that the Valorians had to one. Since their initial contacts with the Galaxy at large, the Valorians had been sparse, cautious, and reclusive of their secrets and resources. They had conquered their own world and spread to the worlds nearby, colonizing what they could and overtaking nearby hospitable worlds. In the time they had met only one other sapient species, of which they kept a rough peace, partly due to their neighbors lack of galactic allies. It was a possibility of war, but given the unknown of the Galaxies opinions... It was something they were hesitant to consider.

In a matter of years the Valorians had gone from believing themselves as one of the peak beings of the Galaxy to finding that they were late to the party. Were they outgunned? Possibly, outnumbered? Definitely. But peace was an option, yet still Yetara and others had heard whispers of aggressive expansion, and feared the worst.

Metal ships had seen the arrival of other diplomats, and a metal ship was their destination still. Yetara's ship however was... Different, in comparison, yet in the space-sea of metal cages, it seemed the most natural thing in existence. Obtuse and broken angles full of hot energy and disturbing perfection, it intruded upon her eyes and brought her discomfort almost as much as the open space-sea did. She had seen foreign life before, other planets, but never before had she taken steps onto what they considered ships.

The arrival of the Valorian ship was an odd one, similar to that of Earth's microscopic water bears, it was visibly and clearly a living being. Oblong and with folded, jointed limbs, it approached and docked with a strange level of adeptness. It shifted awkwardly, roughly the size of a shuttle, before settling in a manner similar to the others. Much like how the gills of a fish shifted, plates of flesh opened, and out stepped Yetara, before the gills closed once more.

Yetara was similar to the biological amalgamation of her muddish-red shuttle, she didn't wear fabric, rather some form of leatherish, scaled pelt fashioned in some odd pattern. From the initial pelt, it seemed as if colored and textured patterns had been cultivated like a well groomed crop field. Her clothing was light, her lower arms exposed as well as part of her lower legs. Dusty hair was tied back, and some form of darkened goggles covered her eyes. The air was clean, almost painfully so, she felt the sharp coldness in her throat and nose, so used to filtering biological smog that clean air was almost an irritant. "Fascinating." She spoke under her breath. She felt the translator constrict around her throat and ear, a pulse of life as the words were repeated in a language foreign to her own.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by uso » Fri Jan 11, 2019 6:31 pm

"Animal pelts would certainly strike an imposing figure," Heram replied, laughing just a bit, "I am certain you will do fine, and it sounds like they are looking for you. Are you ready to return to the main event?" He asked Zenigata, looking towards the door.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Readlliea » Fri Jan 11, 2019 6:40 pm

"Well...that be my father for ya." Zenigata commented.

Though at the sound of a female voice. Zenigata took a deep breathe and gave a nod to Wazu. Slipping his lab coat on, the adlet walked to the door and opened it. What stood before him was a rather tall woman, elegant in her own way, and clearly someone important. HE didn't recognize her but quickly put two and two together.

"Yes, your Majesty." Zenigata greeted. "I am Zenigata and it's a pleasure to meet you. Helping was the best thing to do during those events, I'm just sorry we couldn't have done more to help."

Really? Astila spoke well of him? That was partially shocking but he was grateful.

"I..I know you aren't a stranger to large meetings but I would like to help mediate between the entire council and yourself as this is your first intergalactic meeting. I would just be helping in terms of.." Zenigata started, trying not to get too nervous in order to speak. "Just making sure that everyone stays calm and that things don't get misinterpreted on either side. You of course will still be speaking fully for your people and I'll just be doing everything I can to help."
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Ham » Fri Jan 11, 2019 8:08 pm

Space, .96 AU from IAS Edward Deming

Anyone looking at the sensors of any ship could see it, the telltale sign of disrupted subspace. It was emitting an IFF signature to all signals identifying itself as a vessel of the Bundesdeutsche Interstellare Kaiserreich, though it seemed to not exist at all. The vessel wasn't the Kaiser's diplomat's, it was his forward scout. When the signal reached its peak it read through as S.M. G-59 and clearly belonged to the Interstellare Marine. After about an hour of being 'submerged' it 'surfaced' with a silent rupture of subspace. It's hull was sleek, dark-colored paneling making it nearly impossible to see minus two navigation lights on its bow and stern. It then emitted a communication burst to the Deming, the signal coming through much clearer than before. Literally two seconds later, subspace tore asunder as the massive hull of a capital ship rumbled back into regular space.

"IAS EDWARD DEMING, THIS IS G-59. SMS VON DER TANN HAS ARRIVED. ADMIRAL LÜRSSEN APOLOGIZES FOR THE DELAY."

As it settled back into reality, a light message flashed between the two Bundesdeutsche ships before G-59 came up alongside and docked to the Von Der Tann's starboard docking ring. The massive fast-battleship began to close, parade lights lighting up from stem to stern like an animal strutting for a mate. It closed the distance then came alongside the Deming, dwarfing it by a little over double its size. She wasn't small, at all.

IAS Edward Deming, fifteen minutes later...

Two figures had come out of the large white shuttle that had landed towards the back of the shuttle bay with little fanfare. One wearing the white dress uniform of an Admiral of the Interstellare Marine, and another in a black european-style business suit wearing a iron cross on a green laurel. This was the Kaiser's diplomatic party: Admiral Alfred Lürssen of the First Fleet, carrying a bottle of something, and Sir Reinhard Kohle, Ambassador to the Interstellar Alliance as well as the both president of the Bundesrat and the Prince of Hesse. As they walked, in step, down the hall they were chattering in their tongue.

"The Ersetu brought their all it seems, Herr Kohle, a grand display I must say." Lürssen said, rolling the bottle to his other hand to he could pull at his curled mustache.

"Her Majesty is acting as her own diplomat, and of course they bring out their finest vessels. It doubles as their display of power. Same as us and G-59." Unlike Lürssen, Kohle was clean-shaven; his appearance more modest than the Admiral's dress uniform and very imperial mustasche. The only thing they shared was the same attempt at a left-side part, though Admiral Lürssen's was much more sparse than Kohle, as he beat him in age by a decade and a half. They continued on, speaking of wives and relations and other topics as they walked on towards the meeting, giving simple nods to officers of all nations as they passed them.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by CadetNewb » Fri Jan 11, 2019 8:58 pm

From the looks of it, Tai Pan sent one ship, with one delegate for this summit.

However, the moment this one ship emerged from FTL, everyone who was anyone knew who it likely was, and what this could potentially mean. As the near-futuristic lines of the sleek yet practically designed battlecruiser neared, its small fighter complement sortied out to escort one lone shuttle to dock with the IAS Edward Deming. The moment the airlock cycled and the doors slid open, several soldiers clad in dark grey bodysuits and featureless helmets neatly marched out to either side before turning to face the center aisle that formed between their two columns. The two at the very end proceeded forward, and visibly scanning the area for threats, promptly returned to their posts. It was then, and only then, that a single gleaming figure strode out from the interior of the shuttle. Everyone knew that she wasn't the tallest of their kind of course, but any knowing eye could tell this Taianese woman could likely outfight or outrun any of them on her worst day. Yet even then, clad in the flower decorated yellow cheongsam, the most apt word to describe her was 'pretty'. Even though it was worn over one of their combat bodysuits.

Of course, this was all irrelevant. Kōrui Hoshiko did not have a reputation for negotiating.

Stepping into the reception area, her bright blue eyes stared out at them from an expressionless face, taking each and every single one of them in with detail before jumping to the next. She didn't betray the slightest thoughts or feelings as she gazed at each in turn, but once that was done, the Taianese delegate turned and walked away. Right past all the guests, delegates, snacks, and into one of the private rooms. Taking a seat off to the side, legs crossed, Hoshiko could no longer be easily seen within so easily unless one worked the angles. It was not encouraging in the slightest, with one of the big-shot delegates acting in this manner so soon.

However, she did leave the door open.
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Post by Gunsight1 » Fri Jan 11, 2019 9:24 pm

A white and gold hulled pinnace flying the royal standard and a quartet of armed navy cutters departed from the main underside launch bay of the Empress of Ersetu, sweeping away towards the Edward Deming on their fluttering energy sails. As they closed the cutters slowed and peeled away as the pinnace cut her sails, folded her masts and maneuvered into the Alliance ship's shuttle bay on her control jets. Spinning about as she set down on long curved landing legs, her rounded boat-like bow pointing out to space as she settled on the deck.

The aft airlock hissed open, then a long red carpeted ramp folded down. A contingent of red coated royal guards with silver armored pauldrons and tall bearskin hats bearing the crest of the monarchy, adding additional feet to their already substantial height, were first to exit the pinnace, each was armed with a sword and a pistol at their belts and a long elaborate laser muskets resting against their shoulders. Next came Queen Tiamat. Like all of her people she was much taller than humans, herself standing over eight feet tall, and clad in a deep shimmering blue gown and cloak accented with platinum and gold thread. Her glowing platinum hair was pulled back elaborately, done up, with a shining circlet set upon her brow that denoted her position as head of state. She, like all of the other Kishargal exiting from the pinnace, wore a pair of dark goggles. Her people, from the twilight band of a tidally locked world, had eyesight adapted to the eternal dark.

She too was armed, belted about the waist of her gown was the plainly scabbarded army sword bayonet along with a red sash, like that worn by an officer. She was flanked by her personal guard, a quartet of green and black uniformed Royal Army Rifle officers from the regiment she herself had served within when she had been in the army long before her career in politics. Then followed her aids, caretakers and other support staff appropriate to be escorting the Queen of the Dominion. Two dozen people in all. The Royal Guards would remain with the pinnace, along with it's operating crew, which remained aboard the craft, but the queen, her personal guard and other escorts continued into the ship, accepting directions to the meeting room.

Upon entering, she swept the room with her goggled eyes, her long, fancy earrings and thee adornments on her curved, glowing horns dangling as she took silent inventory of who was already there.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by uso » Sat Jan 12, 2019 11:39 am

Greeting Room, IAS Edward Deming

“I was hoping to get to spend some more time with you,” Heram said, greeting the Kiwomian leader, “We do plan a more in depth diplomatic mission to your home after we finish here. Zenigata should be able to help with anything you need. For the time being, I must go greet our other guests.”

The Kiwomian leader nodded to Heram "I look forward to it" she said in a gentle voice before glancing towards her bodyguard. He remained cold but stoic, always keeping himself between her and the other arrivals.

"relax Hurk, this is a peaceful meeting I'm sure none will attempt cowards acts."


There was now MUCH reading to be done! Heram taking in what the new attendees were wearing.

Leatherish pelt, mich exposed skin, goggles and some technology around her throat? Certainly Functional, Approachable, Non-standard. The lack of demanding attire implied that they maybe didn’t know what to expect here, nor did they seem to expect anything out of the proceedings. This actually would be a great encounter for his sister! A few taps on his Datapad and that particular request was away.

Then there were the other humans that arrived. Military dress uniforms were nothing new. They always felt like a child asking for attention. Medal do-dads to openly brag about accomplishments. Odd ropes and other things for the same reason. It certainly made sense to show to other military people. A strongly hierarchical organization required one to instantly be able to see who was your superior. A small nation demanding importance would likely have sent a military leader, it was certainly expected their diplomat would also be a military man… but it looked like Kohle was dressed in a suit. Sure, it was a suit with some metal and green frilly thing on it, but it was a suit all the same. He would certainly be the more interesting of the two going forward. Diplomacy often felt like poker… or any other hidden-knowledge game. Kohle wasn’t showing off his cards early.

Then there was Hoshiko. At least Taipan sent someone. Her outfit, her attitude, both screamed that she didn’t want to be here but she was being forced to play nice. Perhaps it would be best to let her stew for a bit before approaching. A reminder to Taipan that not everyone was rushing to kiss their feet.

While some of the people here were wearing small trinkets or articles of clothing that said what they wanted… the Queen of the Dominon was outright shouting it. As if her height and posture weren’t enough. The guards, the hats, the support staff, all were as much ‘clothing she was wearing’ as were her gown and cloak. Perhaps he should have brought more diplomats to attend to everyone? Regardless, she was the one demanding to be seen so it would make sense for her to be the first one approached.


“Greetings Queen Tiamat Ealamassi Caer Kinnon of the Constitutional Dominion of Eretsu.” Heram Wazu said as he approached. No doubt full titles were desired here. “Welcome to the summit. I am honored that you made the trip out here yourself and I’m looking forward to hearing your stance on relations between the major powers.”

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“No, you can’t make me! AHHHH!....”

Quarum immediately quited herself as she was half-shoved into the greeting room. Her brother was dragging her on another adventure… ‘diplomacy’... which really just sounded like being in a room with a bunch of people she didn’t want to talk to. She practically froze up for a moment. She had on a black dress… that much was mandatory… but she also had on a white lab coat with some pockets she could hide her hands in… and some fuzzy black slippers that certainly didn’t go with the formal look of the occasion. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, while her grey eyes looked over the room.

It wouldn’t be long before Wazu’s sister saw the Yetara.

She was an anthropologist not a diplomat! But this was interesting enough. The woman knew literally nothing about the Yetara!

“HI! Greetings…. So, do you mind if I ask where the clothing comes from? Is it part of an animal or something that you’ve created? And the googles, I take it your homeworld has much lower luminosity than human worlds? And the thing around your throat. Is it a medical device? Or is it technology for something else?”
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by zach » Sat Jan 12, 2019 2:35 pm

It had been a long evening for Diana after departing from Hawking and entering onto the IAS Edward Deming. After her discussion with Representative Sakamoto she was shaken to her very core, having gotten aid for Wazu while still on planet and otherwise keeping quiet and mostly to herself. She had not slept much the evening prior either, having spent most of her time awake and on her datapad, trying her hardest to study up on the various races that would be arriving for the Summit. In truth she would not have been able to sleep much if she had tried, even laying down for a few moments had plagued with flashes of faces that Diana thought of for many years, angry and disapproving faces that sprung to the front of her thoughts the moment she tried to rest.

Her research had proven a touch fruitful at the very least, she would not allow herself to be taken off guard and humiliated like she was with Sakamoto, though she would still make a deep point to avoid interacting with the Tai Pan alone if she could. She knew that interaction with Hoshiko would have to come at some point if Sakamoto had even been honest to her about trying to convince Hoshiko to come to the Summit. Her research into the Valorians piqued her interest in several ways, their strange similarities to the Tatya hini, their unique physiology, plus their somewhat late arrival into the galaxy put them in a similar position to the Alliance. If this Summit was meant to bridge that gap between humanity and the other races within the galaxy, befriending another outsider group might be the wisest path to manage, if the discussion was worded properly.

Despite the rather negative air that her meeting with Sakamoto had taken, Diana was not stupid enough to ignore the advice that was given to her by the Rooster. She had taken careful measures to study up on the Prydainian people, their physiology was something that tended to come up quite often in her searches and various sources she had attempted to reach out too as well. She had managed to find bits and pieces of other races recalling minor interactions with the Reptilian species. It was hard to nail down many direct personality traits that seemed to reach across the whole of the species, though skilled in manipulation tended to be something that came up quite often in her queries. Their human-like nature was something that disturbed her, the implications behind such things was worrisome at best. She had managed to compile a few pages of notes on the Prydainian's but little to nothing in regards to their history or even a point of origin, yet it would be a good starting point at the least.

While her inquiries into the Sutakame had provided many more sources of interest, both in regards to the Nanjing Incident and of the species itself, even just by looking at the Sutakame, she could tell they would be quite formidable to anyone they were against in a battle. Their hardened shells, their preference to move via levitation, their intelligence, and their psionic gifts were major threats alone but combined, it was no wonder they had done so much damage to Nanjing and the people who reside there.

Reading more into the Nanjing incident itself, Diana found out some insights into Korui Hoshiko that she not expected to discover. Accounts of what had been done to her by the Sutakame, the brutality of being forced to produce Sutakame must have been one of the most agonizing experiences any being could be forced to endure. For a moment Diana felt a small twang of sympathy for the woman but this was quickly met with a flash of memories in her mind, reports and images of civilians being slaughtered by the hundreds during the Wars of Secessions, soldiers she had talked too on the base the night before not returning from their mission, suffering abound. A supply ship being shot down and then the image of an older man being brutally executed as he stares directly into a camera, her own screams and the screams of her mother and sister echoed in her mind...Suddenly the sympathy was replaced with nothing but the cold, "I hope it hurt, I hope it hurt a lot bitch." She whispered to herself before finalizing her notes.

The following evening Diana had spent most of her time preparing for the Summit, cleaning up her research notes and trying to finalize what she would say to Hoshiko when that interaction began, she would not let that woman get under her skin, she would be calm and professional about this, this time she was ready. As Diana dressed for the beginning of the Summit, she took a bit more time prepare than the others, digging something special out from the very far back of the clothing she had brought along. One of the few gifts she had ever received from her sister from a few years back that also managed to double as Barbara's little way of rubbing the wealth she had married into, into her little sisters face.

The gift was a rather stunning gown that Diana herself had never worn nor that she could have managed to possibly afford on her own, there were some perks for selling your free will to your husband in exchange for his money apparently. The dress was elegant and very beautiful, blush colored with a slight sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps that helped provide shape and form to her upper body. The waist of the gown was slightly cinched as well to provide definition to her toned frame. A keyhole design in the back provided a slight glimpse towards the top of the red rose that Diana had tattooed on the center of her back, not anything too revealing but it could be seen. A few pink and purple Swarovski crystals had also been sown into the waistline and bust of the dress. In lesser meetings some might view it as gaudy or unappealing but Diana liked it, it would be a better outfit to meet representatives in than the last one she had been wearing. In regards to footwear, Diana decided to wear cream colored sandals that were very to the Egyptian style favored on certain colonies, it would also help that if something went wrong at this, she could actually manage to run in these. She also quickly applied a fresh application of make-up as well, using various flesh tones along her eyes to ensure that any signs of fatigue were covered up along with a sherry red lipstick.

She took the time to grab a small purse, placing her datapad that had all her notes in it within, along with a few cameras and the eyepiece to go along with, and her means of identification. She was about to exit the room when she turned back towards the desk, reaching inside a small drawer at the bottom and pulling out a small, framed picture. The image was of a little girl with a mop of wild red-hair that had seemed to be forcibly tied into a bun and was clearly begging for freedom. She was held by an older boy, his arms across her shoulders in a manner both protective and loving. He seemed to be a few years older than the girl, his dirty blond hair having seemed to have been cut down to a crew cut. Diana felt herself sigh as she saw the photo, clicking her lips slightly as she stared at it for a moment. "Watch over me tonight Declan, keep me from saying anything stupid." She whispered to the photo and then shut it back into the desk and walked out of the room.

Diana entered into the reception area, looking out amongst the various people mingling about, first catching sight of Heram who was in conversation with a woman who made Diana feel utterly underdressed for the evening..."I believe that would be the Queen Tiamat Kinnon of Eretsu, best to leave Heram alone to handle her for the moment." She whispered and then turned her gaze to the rest of the room, looking for Hoshiko and not finding the woman yet she had a distinct feeling that the Tai Pan were here, Sakamoto did not seem like one to offer such information and then have their representative not show up. Diana considered looking harder for Hoshiko and such but decided against it for the moment, better to let the woman stew and remind her that she was not in her seat of power right now. Instead Diana's eyes found the back of what seemed to be Quarum Wazu, in what seemed to be the beginnings of conversation with the Valorian diplomat...A woman who went by the name of Yetara

She did not have too much time to speak with Quarum in New Cambridge with everything else that had happened, polite conversation was not possible yet she hoped to have not left a bad impression on the woman. Giving Heram's sister a quick look over, Diana felt a small alarm go off in the back of her mind, Quarum did not seem the type to enjoy such gatherings as this and if the lab coat and the slippers were any indication, having someone there with her might not be a bad idea. Diana quickly reached over to a snack table, picking up one of the drinks, along with a strange-red colored chip and popped it into her mouth. The chip was hot, probably designed for another race but it still had a pleasant taste to it, citrusy like an orange but with the spicy tang of something akin to hot sauce on it as well.

Diana walks over to Quarum and Yetara, holding her drink in one hand and sending both of the women a kind smile. "Quarum, its nice to see you again, this time under much less...Harsh circumstances." Diana let out a small chuckle and sent Quarum a genuinely warm smile. She tends her attention towards Yetara. " If I am correct, you are Yetara, the diplomat that the Valorians sent on their behalf to this Summit?" Diana quickly looked the woman over, noting the goggles and the apparatus around her neck as well. "It is a very positive sign that another new species was willing to send someone to make the trip out here in an attempt to broker peace. We are grateful to have you here and we hope to address any concerns your people have once any other late arrivals get here." She steps back slightly, "How are you both doing this evening?" She asks towards both Quarum and Yetara.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Ham » Sat Jan 12, 2019 7:13 pm

Kohle and Lürssen had entered with little fanfare, just the normal handshakes and greetings. Lürssen gave Kohle the bottle to which Kohle presented to Wazu. "The Kaiser sends his best wishes, Herr Wazu." The bottle turned out to be from one of the Reich's more prestigious and well-known vineyards, and was almost one hundred years old. it was an old custom to present a bottle of wine as a message of goodwill, but Kohle had been very short in conversation. Afterwards, Kohle and Lürssen quietly began moving towards where they were going to sit.

Breaking his silence rather quickly, Kohle himself walked over to the Ersetu delegation and gave a very ceremonial bow but patiently waited. He did not interrupt anyone's speech, he just began to wait for his turn in due time. Kohle was a patient man, his body language was enough to say so. Lürssen on the other hand, was somewhat restless. Admiral Lürssen stayed to Kohle's side but stood quiet and ramrod straight.

The arrival of the Taianese delegate caught their eye, her complete pass from formalities and self-separation from the rest of the arrived delegations seemed to interest Kohle in any way but good. Lürssen turned his head down to whisper into Kohle's ear, speaking softly in Deutsche before sitting back up. Kohle closed his eyes and nodded deftly. "It does seem that way, Herr Lürssen." The Reich's ambassador took a glance at the Taianese delegate's now private seating and just simply looked to Wazu and a formal half grin before turning back towards Queen Tiamat.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Jabonicus » Sat Jan 12, 2019 8:02 pm

The ship was awe-inspiring, yet in the same vein it struck her as terrifyingly foreign and unnatural. She could feel brief rises of panic surging through her, but she solidified herself against it and tried to find some sense of peace within it. She took deep breaths, her goggled eyes looking about the room. Other diplomats and species all had their specific looks, the designs of their clothes and ships and everything about them was unmistakably unique, while all still being artificial. She stuck out, of course, but it wasn't as bad as she would have expected. Her anxieties quelled, she forced herself to think about why she was there.

The Valorian Gerontocracy needed to guarantee its sovereignty while it grew. The Eld wanted more personal knowledge about what groups and factions would pose the biggest risk. From what Yetara knew, the Eld wished to avoid war, and so they had for many generations. But now? The Eld had closed their doors to the public and only spoke to a scarce few, in countless debates with one another over what actions were to be taken. Yetara was of no high clan, but she was no low-born either. A middle-man of classes and clans, in a position to strike herself a noble position and bring a level of honor and respect to her house.

Or break it.

Yetara recognized the Tai Pan almost immediately, seeing as she had stayed up many nights studying them and their history from what could be gathered. They were considered the highest threat by the Eld, the most potential for destruction of the Valorian way of life and to the livelihood of the Eld themselves. Their representative was quick to isolate themselves, choosing a private room yet leaving the door open. She knew that she had every ample opportunity to walk in and introduce herself, but while it would be pleasant to be in Tai Pan's good graces, it would also spell very bad things should she accidentally draw their ire by bringing too much attention to the Gerontocracy. She figured that if she did end up visiting the Taianese representative, then she would at least wait for someone else to break the ice with them first.

The Alliance and Kishargal were also large players, but less intimidating due to their nature. The Kishargal were large, practically dwarfing a good majority of those present, though seeing the goggles that they wore, Yetara almost felt the slightest twinge of kinship. It was brief, unimportant, and inconsequential, but the common trait of low-light worlds at least made her feel a bit less alone. Other groups caught her eye such as the Reich, which seemed to hold a similar position as the Valorians when it came to the threat of expansionism, the macho Kiwomians, who were too small for much notice to be put upon them by the Eld, and smaller tribes that seemed to ally themselves with larger groups. Yetara knew that she was much like the diplomats of those tribes, except she did not have a parent faction to back her up.

She represented the Valorians, and she alone stood for their values her. By the Eld, she wasn't ready for this, was she?

She had only been standing there for a few odd minutes, perfectly acceptable for someone who was a bit overwhelmed and trying to make a plan of action. Only, she had no real plans, those fell apart as the reality of the situation made itself apparent. Prior diplomacy experience and her history seemed so distant here, as if she was pulled from one sport and expected to know the rules of another. That was until she was approached by someone who fit the ilk of a casual human scientist over a diplomat. A slurry of questions, a strange tongue that she didn't understand spoke words that jumbled into one another with a grammar and structure that went in one year and out the other. But then, the muscled thing that wrapped about her neck and snaked up to her right ear throbbed, and the words were reheard, with almost more clarity than what was just spoken.

...These questions weren't political, they were informative. Fantastic. She had to restrain her face from lighting up from the presence of what amounted to a distraction from this overwhelming foreign stress. "Oh, the clothing is made from pelt-beasts. This one is fairly standard for formal affairs but greater houses have much more vibrant sets." Her words came out in the foreign tongue of the Valorians, but were overwhelmed with a female voice in the language just spoken by Quarum, repeating what she said in her own language. "Our... Star doesn't reach the ground of our planet, we have a holiday when the highest peaks can get a glimpse of our local star. All of our light comes from bio-luminescence, but that is... Very little compared to what's considered normal for other species." The constant swelling and flexing of the device was odd, it had been thoroughly tested but the symbiote was still something that her throat was not used to being adorned with. She was told that it's removal was the most uncomfortable part. "The creature around my neck is a translator, unfortunately we haven't yet effectively taught ourselves other languages, so we've fashioned these creatures to do it for us."

Up close, Yetara was an odd sight to see. Similar to appearance to what was often called elves, her skin was an ashen grey, not quite smooth but just the slightest bit rough from years of being pelted by small dusty particles of spores. Breaking the solemn gray, small stripes of a dull orange went down her neck, not quite going all the way around, and only appearing sparsely and in a lack of pattern. On her face, what seemed to be some form of facial jewelry, orange bits that stuck to her flesh and matched her own orange tones, but up close it seemed more comparable to a solid and sculpted coral. Fine and lacking pores, there was something rigid and simple about it, only small shifts in color from the most prominent parts to the closest part of her skin.

A second person approached, seemingly more drawn to Quarum than Yetara, and greeted them both. "Indeed, I am Yetara of the Valorian Gerontocracy, I represent the Eld and their needs at this time. This is all certainly... Foreign, to me, so you'll have to forgive my cautious approach to this whole ordeal."
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Post by CadetNewb » Sat Jan 12, 2019 8:22 pm

There were many, many things on Hoshiko's mind as she sat alone in her private room off to the side.

The biggest one though, was wondering just how she had let Sakamoto talk her into this. What they could offer, were saying they'd offer according to her, was sorely temping. The thought of what was done - with nobody to see, the Taianese Tiger slowly moved a hand over her churning stomach as the feelings of horror, despair, helplessness, rage, humiliation and violation came and went. With the thought of what was done, the urge to strike back, to lash out and seize control smoldered for the better part of a decade without any outlet whatsoever. And now? Now opportunity reared its ugly head. However, right now, she needed something to quell her stomach. At the Zhōngjiàng's beckoning, two of her faceless guards departed from their place by the shuttle. As one stood outside the large reception area, the other folded its pod-like weapon and stowed it away, only to enter and make a beeline for the food and drink. A moment later, Hoshiko was gently sipping ginger ale as the helmeted guard stood outside her private room.

With how many years had gone by, Hoshiko had thought opportunity had slipped away like her career, and simply did her best to move on. But now, with this...occurrence, this mention, she realized she never did.

This wasn't the only thing on her mind, however. With her guard standing outside her room, Hoshiko turned her head and simply gazed through the wall as she networked with her. Unseen herself, while watching all the others, she couldn't help but feel disgust. They were primitive. They were too big. They were too small. They smelled bad. They glowed too bright. They were too horny. They were too colorful. They were too drab. Sitting and watching them, the Taianese woman held nothing but disdain for everything she saw. Of course, even if one were to suddenly intrude, not a single hint of this showed on her face. In truth, the disgust she felt wasn't even all that strong. This was simply the way things were. They, all of them, were inferior, and that was the way things were.

Of course, here Hoshiko was, here to talk to them. Not that she wanted to. Or did she? She wondered that.
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Post by Gunsight1 » Sat Jan 12, 2019 8:44 pm

Queen Tiamat inclined her head to Wazu as he introduced himself to her. "Thank you, Mr. Wazu" she replied in a smooth, heavily accented voice, something akin to one might think came from the far northern highlands of the British Isles on Earth of old. "The honor is all mine, of course. It has been far too long since any diplomatic assembly has been called between the major powers in this corner of the galaxy" she went on, her tone regal as she spoke, a slight smile touching her lips. "There are many things that have long been left unsaid that I look forward to discussing with all. I thank you for arranging this, so that we may have the opportunity to ensure peace and prosperity for all in these parts."

'Though she wore goggles, the glow from her striking gold eyes could be seen, even through the tinted materiel as she directed her gaze to the newcomer, another short human clad in black. "And you must be a representative of our young neighbors to the west" she said to Kohle
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Post by Ham » Sat Jan 12, 2019 8:57 pm

Kohle gave the Ersetu monarch a warm smile, Admiral Lürssen gave the Ersetu queen a head bow as Kohle spoke. "The very same, Your Majesty. I trust all is well within your great Dominion? The Kaiser sends his utmost regards for are eastern neighbor. Our Reich would never have grown as well as it has without the trade and aid that the Dominion gave or so many years ago." Kohle's voice was almost as warm as his smile, barring its slight roughness from age.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Lone_badass » Sun Jan 13, 2019 10:16 pm

The bodyguard in question always looking between the new arrivals, subtly sizing up each incase he needs to act. Even if it is a peaceful meet, it never hurts to be prepared for the unexpected

"my apologies, my lady." He glanced in the Taipan representatives’ direction.


The kiwomian bodyguard listened to his leader and walked around while keeping her still in eyesight, but he himself was a bit interested in the tai pan representative. He walked up to her bodyguard stationed outside the sectioned off room.

"I must compliment you on your air of power, not often that we see both power and elegance outside of our government” he said to her guard.
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Post by CadetNewb » Mon Jan 14, 2019 12:39 am

Though more than a foot shorter than the Kiwomian, the faceless Taianese bodyguard didn't so much as move from her spot by the entrance to the small private room beyond. In fact, thanks to the skin tight bodysuit, the man could see that her breathing remained slow and steady, the black poly-armor sheathed tail as unmoving as the rest of her. It was almost as though she didn't notice him at all. However, it quickly became clear that someone else did.

"Testosterone and cedar," a woman sniffed from out of view. "Disgusting," the voice flatly remarked. Looking more closely, someone was certainly sitting within the room beyond, most likely hidden from view by the doorframe, judging by the half-empty glass sitting on top of the table inside. The Taianese delegate inside was already in a foul mood, but just as she was brooding over how much she didn't like all these inferiors, one happened to come right up. And it was the bodyguard no less, not even the delegate themselves! "What sort of Thing are you?" Despite the lack of inflection or tone, Hoshiko's voice somehow leveled itself at the man like it were a gun pointing at his head.

She was not a happy Tigress.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Lone_badass » Mon Jan 14, 2019 5:55 am

The bodyguard remained uneffected by her tone and still remained standing tall.
"I am a Lt in the kiwomi space force marine and bodyguard unit, your grace"

The bodygaurd said in his still calm tone seemingly un effected by her tone. "Ceder and chemicals... well I am a hard worker and such but the chemical smell can be anything between my plasma pistol my laser musket, or my legionary armor systems medical layer."

He answered offhandedly after realizing that she was most likely referring to his smell as faint as it were it did make him worried if others could smell him.
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Post by CadetNewb » Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:24 am

From her seat behind the door frame, Hoshiko sat, expressionlessly staring at her drink while wondering just how Sakamoto had managed to talk her into coming here.

The Taianese Vice Admiral could see him just fine, peering through the wall with her mind's eye via the connection she had with her own protectors, and what she saw wasn't all that impressive. Crude. Primitive. Too big. Smelly. Nevermind that this one showered just before coming, judging by the faint scent of soap as well. Of course, all he could see of her at most was perhaps just her body suited legs and skirt, but that was about it, and she hoped it stayed that way. If he decided to enter and talk to her face to face, she knew she was going to be horribly tempted to have him, or perhaps just his delegate, dealt with. It was a desired privilege to talk to a delegate of Tai Pan, but as Hoshiko knew, she had already made it clear she did not want to be spoken to. And yet, one of their lowly, bodyguards was talking to her.

What spilled out of this one's mouth sounded as absurd as it got however, and Hoshiko's feline curiosity got the better of her.

"Laser musket?" the Tigress asked, her tone emotionless as it always was.
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Post by Lone_badass » Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:53 am

the bodyguard smirked "yes a laser musket, but i've probably said too much, wouldn't want a lowly being catch the interest of a Taianese representative, what would her people think." he said coyly before continuing "but most people wouldn't notice such conversation out of the site from others."

the bodyguard new what he was doing understanding that the Tai pan people think they are above anyone. the thought of one being interested with a new nations weapons at the very least curious was amusing and could be interesting if the conversation is handled peacefully.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by uso » Mon Jan 14, 2019 12:41 pm

IAS Edward Deming, Greeting Room

Wazu would attend to the Eretsu queen first, the pace of his words coming out just a bit too fast. His comfort in his native language, and perhaps his own preferred rate of action, showing through.

“Certainly, I’ll have the luminosity lowered,”

Almost as soon as he said that, the lighting in the area was reduced enough to give it a bit of a night-club vibe. While it was still enough to allow humans to see, there were now quite a few more dark corners for people to hide in if they so choose.

“... and it is an honor to host you. I have high hopes that your calls for stability and progress will be mirrored by the others at this summit.”

His attention was then turned to Kohle as the bottle of wine was presented.

“We will have to drink this together sometime soon,” He replied, allowing one of the hostesses to come by and take the gift from him so that it could be safely stored. “Though it appears not everyone is an interested in diplomacy as you are. If you both will excuse me, I should continue trying to avoid an international incident.”

He would remain for a moment, just to make sure it was safe to disengage.


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IAS Edward Deming, Greeting Room, but off to the side kinda

“Pelt-Beasts? Is that a translation into our words or do you actually mean a beast that is specifically for Pelts and nothing else? I really should learn your native language. Do you have any material for that with you? And What do you mean by more vibrant? It sounds like you are just as photo-sensitive as some of the others here which means more vibrant for your species could be additional bio-lumineses? Or perhaps even a different color pallet than what my species can observe? And the creature-translator, is that a native species or an engineered one? Is there a specific reason you don’t use a mechanical apparatus instead of a biological one?”

Quarum certainly had questions. Lots of them. None of which really seemed to lead down the path of diplomacy but that wasn’t why she was here in the first place. It took a focused effort to tear herself away from that line of thought long enough to respond to Diana,

“Oh, Uh. I’m good. Kinda got dragged to this thing…. And they expect me to dress up… but hey, this is interesting right? As long as I don’t have to try and save the universe or anything I think I’m good…”

It was quite clear Quarum didn’t share her brother’s more careful wording choices...
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Post by Gunsight1 » Mon Jan 14, 2019 12:55 pm

OOC Note: This takes place just before Uso's post just above this one. Unsure how the order got swapped on them

The queen nodded in response to Kohle and Admiral Lürssen. "All is well within our borders" she replied. "And you may send the Kaiser my greetings and tell him that I am pleased that there has been much profit for both the Dominion and the Kaiserreich from the trade between our peoples." she said, then turned her gaze back to their host,

"Mr. Wazu, would you be so kind as to fulfill a small request and lower the lighting to more comfortably accommodate those species who are sensitive to such intense brightness?" she of course meant for the comfort of herself and her fellow twilight acclimated Kishargal, who were all having to wear goggles to shade their eyes from the bright lighting that bathed the interior of the Alliance starship, but also the Eld representatives, who were also a low light species.

Meanwhile, from their own private office emerged head of the Alliance diplomatic envoy, Ambassador William Pullings, who ventured out into the crowd alone while his staff continued their work. He was dressed in a simple deep grey pinstripe suit of current fashion with a white collared shirt and blue silk tie with diamond patterns. Nothing flashy compared to some.
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Post by zach » Mon Jan 14, 2019 5:27 pm

Diana sent Quarum a small nod as she spoke, it was clear that the young woman was out of her element in a gathering as intense as this especially considering Quarum was more than likely a reluctant attendee to the Summit. Diana could relate to this feeling in a way, she looked the part for this event sure and liked the feeling of being around so many different people from across the galaxy. Yet playing even a small role in the potential future of galactic politics was not something she had expected as a part of this job. "You clean up well Quarum and i'm sure your brother and many others here in attendance are glad you chose to attend this gathering as well."

She turned her attention towards Representative Yetara, through her limited readings on the Valorians she found finally getting the chance to meet one to be quite a fascinating experience. There was something appealing to her about the ascetic they adapted into their look, tribal in a sense but also very elegant and refined the combination was a unique thing to view in person. "A cautious approach to such a matter is both understandable and respectable, I just hope that you find nothing but good intentions and positive interactions this evening." Diana sent the Representative a kind smile and then stepped back for a moment, looking about the room as she heard Quarum continue her questions from before.

She watched as Ambassador William Pullings entered into the crowd, following his path of movement for a moment and then turning her gaze back towards the rest of the room. Her eyes a touch wider as she caught sight of the skin-tight bodysuit of a Tai Pan standing guard by one of the private rooms and if their nature proved true, that would be where Vice Admiral Hoshiko had decided to take up residence for the evening. She looked about the room and saw Heram seemingly still in conversation with the Empress and a few other delegates as well, seeing a bottle of wine passed towards Heram as well. Her eyes went wide as she saw one of the Kiwomian's attempting to make conversation with the bodyguard and perhaps the Vice Admiral herself.

She quickly turned towards Representative Yetara and Quarum and sent them both a quick nod, "Do forgive me ladies but I need to go handle something, it was nice to see you both this evening." Diana sent the two a small smile and then casually walked over the bodyguard and the Kiwomian. She grabbed onto the top of her bag as she walked, feeling a small bubble of nerves swell within her stomach and then quickly get squashed away. Now was not the time to be avoiding anyone in the slightest, she had the information from Sakamoto and had spent time trying to focus on the best angle in which to speak with Hoshiko. She approached the Kiwomian and the guard, sending the guard a nod before turning towards the Kiwomian. "Hello, my name is Diana Doherty. If it wouldn't trouble you too much, could I have a bit of time to talk with Representative Hoshiko alone? Just a discussion that needs to take place in private before the Summit begins on behalf of Heram Wazu and the other delegates." Her tone was focused and soft, not pleading but hoping he would be willing to listen to reason so she could get to the other difficult aspect of this.
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Post by CadetNewb » Mon Jan 14, 2019 6:48 pm

For what felt like the longest time, the Taianese Delegate simply did not respond, and for better or worse, someone interjected.

"As all time allotted to the Kiwomians and their delegate has been depleted, you may now speak with me, Miss Doherty," Hoshiko's voice plainly spoke from within the private room. "There are no plans to talk to them further." Almost as though to emphasize this, another Taianese guard arrived to flank the doorway. Like the first one, this too was a female, which was a little odd, considering that the Taianese military was uncaring of gender. This could have been mere chance of course. Like her predecessor though, Diana couldn't see much of the Taianese woman from outside the room, catching glimpses of a pair of body suited legs and a hint of elegant yellow cheongsam. Though hearing such an aloof and dour tone implied bad things in most cases, she knew that was usually not the case with the Taianese thanks to their constant 'poker face'. However, the woman also knew that in this case with Hoshiko, it was all too likely that her tone of voice and feeling matched. "However - " the Vice Admiral began. The word was far more ominous than her laconic suggested, and for what felt like the longest time, lingered.

" - you will bring me fish."

In the back of Diana's mind, she could still hear Sakamoto's sweet and gentle voice telling her the most important thing about dealing with Zhōngjiàng Kōrui Hoshiko.

"Remember, be very nice to her so she warms up to you!~~"
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Post by Readlliea » Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:11 pm

Panic, that was something he was feeling. For a few minutes, he lost track of the Queen of the Kiwomans and by extension her body guards. What was he going to do? THis was hard enough!!! The Adlet took a deep breathe as he walked around the place. His claws making the tell tale sound of click clack as he walked. White lab coat trailing behind him as did his tail. The half man wrung his hands nervously before he finally caught sight of them. Oh no....what was going on now?! As he approached, he heard part of the conversation but thankfully the important part.Seems the delegate wasn't....pleased.

"Excuse me, exalted ones." Zenigata interjected polietly as he gave a dip of his head. "I am tasked with helping the Kiwomians as this is their very first summit, they aren't used to such a event. And they have little knowledge of outside monarchy and other empires. Please, if I may request to at least give their Queen a chance to be able to speak with you during the actual meeting. This one is actually a guard for the Queen, not the delegate of the Kiwomians."

The Adlet stood there on his canine paws, all he wanted was to try and avoid disaster. HIs heart was beating so hard in his chest, part of him wondered if he would trigger a panic attack on himself without meaning to. HELL!!! A heart attack was feeling more likely!

"I assure you, the Queen would love to meet with you and talk peacefully. Kiwomian culture is different, the guard most likely handled this situation poorly." Zenigata added. "Please, if there is a small chance that you would reconsider at least giving the Queen some of your time for the actual meeting. It would be greatly appreciated and I can go get some fish to do my best to make up for this incident."
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Post by Lone_badass » Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:24 pm

The guard who had wandered off
Looked down towards the floor sharply sighing and paling slightly at the thought of ruining his queens first summit for his people ‘shit i fucked up’ he thought to himself as he deeply bowed “my apologies zen and you highness, i must go find my queen please forgive my presence.” his voice rather shaky still worrying slightly.

Meanwhile the queen would be watching zen fun a side corner with a slight buzz “mmm, i wonder if he's as good in bed as he looks” she says clearly not handling alcohol well as she stared hungrily at zen.
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Post by CadetNewb » Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:28 pm

Tap. Tap. Tap, went Hoshiko's finger. Picking up the half-full glass of ginger ale, she finished it off.

"And more ginger ale, if you will Miss Doherty," the aloof voice instructed the reporter turned diplomat, punishing her for the affronts of others. "As for you, Dongwu," Hoshiko incorrectly addressed the Adlet from her position within the room with a voice full of menacing calm, "You are correct that the guard of the Kiwomian delegate has acted poorly. Rather than doing his job of guarding his delegate, he has wandered away. Worse, this guard spoke to another delegate, potentially complicating international relations and preventing his delegate from doing her job of negotiating." Though her words were as plain and laconic as it could get, the sour threat that they simply felt within their souls was unmistakable. "If a nation cannot produce a proper delegate, or proper guards for their delegate, they are simply not worth any civilized nation's time." Hoshiko then peered out into the reception area and looked at them all, her feline ears twitching.

"Look at that so called delegate. She is already intoxicated, and pondering about whether or not someone will please her with sex. Clearly, not worth my or my nation's time," Hoshiko plainly spoke again, her voice calm and level with hate.
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Post by zach » Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:42 pm

Diana had to force herself to swallow back an involuntary sigh that had tried to force its way out, first from the prospect of the Kiwomians losing their chance to speak with Hoshiko and then at the prospect of having to actually serve that...Woman. Hearing Sakamoto's sirupy sweet voice running through the back of her mind allowed Diana the moment she needed to regain control of her mouth before she dared say anything foolish. "Of course Zhongjiang Hoshiko." She forced herself to speak the words loud enough to be heard despite the taste of bile suddenly appearing in her mouth just as the words exited her lips.

Diana turned and walked away from the door just as Dr.Zenigata approached and listened as he pled the case of the Kiwomians to Hoshiko. She felt pity for the good Dr, it was clear that Heram had dropped a role of major responsibility and importance upon him and having to manage the Kiwomian people must be a complete and utter challenge to say the very least. For a moment Diana considered trying to speak up on behalf of Zenigata but quickly reminded herself that her words would likely contribute nothing more than trouble for the Adlet, plus it would better avoid angering Hoshiko before they could even meet face to face. No, hopefully Heram or someone else could try to offer aid if he could not serve to convince her himself.

She hurried over to the drink table and grabbed a fresh ginger ale for Hoshiko, just in time to watch to watch the guard from before saunter away, she would need to press to ensure he was disciplined for this considering he might be the root cause of a major galactic incident. Diana then hurried over to the table boasting the various fish dishes that were served to guests as one of the many meal options. She quickly looked over the various dishes, "Cod...No. Mackerel...Definitely not. Ooooh now you might just do the trick."

Diana quickly reached forward with her free hand and picked up one of the few remaining salmon dishes available, the fish had been carefully broiled and seared only slightly enough to increase the flavor. The scent also hinted that it had been rubbed down in lemon juice to add slight tang to the meat as well. The dish had also been garnished with various garnishes such as basil, sage, chives, and even a hint of cloves as well. The dish smelled quite delectable, tangy and well-seasoned and very warm as well, possibly having only just been placed out a few minutes prior. "Oh please let this work, please." She whispered to herself as she grabbed some eating utensils for the Vice Admiral and returned to the door. She sent a glance towards the bodyguards and then walked through the door. "Here you are Zhongjiang Hoshiko." Diana forced the kindest smile she could manage as she set the fresh ginger ale, the utensils and napkin, along with the salmon dish itself in front of the Vice Admiral. Only for her heart to sink and a quiet sigh to part from her lips as she witnessed Zenigata snap.
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Post by Readlliea » Mon Jan 14, 2019 8:02 pm

The Adlet's heart started to beat faster though something snapped. HIs fear already was a problem, the feeling of screwing up got worse. So, he took a deep breathe as he straightened himself up. Fine. IF that's how this was going to, alright then.

"One. I am not a Dongwu I am a Adlet, there is a fine difference." Zenigata said firmly as he stood there, his tail raising as he took on a more dominate stance. "Secondly, everything starts out small or lesser. EVEN you, at one point in ancient times. IF something is not worth your time then you have wasted a good deal of resources in daring to come here. You came here for what purpose then? Everything here is beneath you and quite frankly, I am DONE with the bullshittery that those in charge seem to take on when they are given some fancy title."

The Adlet glared at the Tai Pan, standing his ground. Just like his father...all these people were. Stuck up and full of stupidity, forcing ways onto others. Welp. HE was done, DONE!!!

"THe Kiwomian Delegate was unable to attend due to a injury sustained during the New Cambridge incident where they helped to save many people's lives while pregnant." Zenigata added. "Currently she is recovering, the Kiwomians are new to this and at one point in some ancient long forgetton time, so were you and your people. YOu can boast all you want but in the end it will get you nothing but displeasure in the end. Eventually, you'll only be viewed as Colonel Blimps and High Horses who think they are better than everyone else for no DAMN GOod reason. And before you say that I am unfit to even dare speak at this event, I am worthy enough. I am Dr. Zenigata Toklo of the Adlet Tribe East of Nuniq Kireama, I am the son of Kaskae Taqukaq! FOr those of you who don't speak my language, I am the son of Chief, I hold some right to be here as my father's tribe has made a alliance as well. So while I may be royalty in my own way, at least I ain't some big git like you lot!"

His black and white tail bristled as he stood there. Though he took a few moments to compos himself as his heart was beating a mile per minute. A sort of...smile came to his face with teeth shown, in a way one would say it was a mix of a nervous smile and one that seemed slightly pleased.

"BUt in hindsight, enjoy your stay. Enjoy the free meal and whatever you wasted to get here. IF you aren't interested in talking to new civilizations because you have space sticks up yer asses, by all means. COntinue to do that. Meanwhile I'll be helping out a civilization that is far more worth my time than yours is since you have everything already need." Zenigata stated as a matter of factly, the strange smile on his face. "Good tidings High Ones, oh and about your comment regarding the Kiwomian Queen. You're stuffing your face rather than getting drunk and well, every race needs to reproduce to keep it's species going. The Queen has at least one priority already in place, the survival of her kind. So you have no room to talk. Bye."

With that, the adlet would merely turn round his paws and waltz out.
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It was in tiny little polite meetings like this that the fate of nations were decided, and as Zenigata turned and left in a huff, Hoshiko replied to Diana.

"This will do. Itadakimasu." Despite their culture being primarily Chinese derived, there were certainly strong facets of Korean, Japanese and so forth present. It showed in Hoshiko's own name, as well as Sakamoto's, but in general, they were not Western, but Eastern, and it was all the more clear with how she had reacted to the angry Adlet. Picking up a pair of chop sticks, and took her first bite. Graceful and poised, she continued to dine as though Diana weren't there. "I hope you are not disturbed by that Dongwu's outburst," the Vice Admiral's voice poured forth, her suit speakers doing the talking for her. "The Kiwomian incompetence will be overlooked, but this nation of Things will have to be investigated," Hoshiko's voice calmly continued, all the while dining on her fine dish. "We will most likely send a force recon group to intercept and capture several of their civilian freighters, and have the crew members interrogated and dissected for information," she calmly spoke aloud. Patting her delicate mouth with a napkin, the Tigress spoke again, this time with her own lips.

"Now, what have you come for?" Hoshiko asked Diana.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Ham » Mon Jan 14, 2019 8:59 pm

Kohle was beginning to say something to the Queen before he heard the Kiwomian delegate's intoxicated words. Admiral Lürssen heard it better, evident by the absolutely disgusted look on his face. Kohle turned towards the Kowomian Queen and gave a look towards Queen Tiamat before seming to bite his tongue. At least Kohle was able to keep his mouth shut. Putting back on his more formal face again, Kohle gave another bow. "I am sure the Kaiser will be please. Now if you will excuse me, Your Majesty." The Kaiser's ambassador turned on his heals and began making a blazing warpath towards Heram with fire in his eyes.

As Kohle closed with Heram, Lürssen had his own problems. He had heard the Taianese delegate's words about Zen's people and quietly fumed in equal disgust. He muttered under his breath in his thickened accent, "Ihr Stellvertreter ist bereit für den Krieg zur Hölle." Instead of making a mistake and saying something in the wider understood English Trade, he turned and followed Kohle.

Ambassador Kohle stopped about three feet from Heram, his cleaner sounding voice beginning to fade in with his regular Bundesdeutsche accentuation. "Herr Wazu, The Reich will not stand for such... abhorrent behavior from these supposed representatives of nations." Admiral Lürssen seemed to speak right when Kohle finished, "Herr Kohle, Herr Vazu, zer is an issue between ze delegates of ze Taianese and ze... eh... Hundevolk er dog people." Kohle stopped Lürssen with a polite hand and nod. Instead of adding on, Kohle just looked back through Heram. It was a polite look, but a politely angered one at that.
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Post by Lone_badass » Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:02 pm

The kiwomian leader was watching the whole thing walking over "its ok zen dear let the kitty cat have its tantrom since that's all she seems to do must be declawed since she hides and doesnt do her threat herself pathetic"

the kiwoman leader sneered
"don't let her trouble you the kitty is beneath us. and probably to much of a cowered to not prove shes deserving to be her delegate for her race, any captures of zens people, will be met with great hostility form the kiwomi people will openly kill those trying to involve innocent life because some brat cant do anything herself!"
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Post by Jabonicus » Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:06 pm

"We've fashioned several beasts into producing what we need from them, in essence we heavily alter them to produce what is needed with extreme efficiency and ease." It was bearable for the moment, but she knew if she continued to talk for the rest of the night for translator would rub her skin quite raw where it was not tight against her. "Pelt-beasts is a... Vague term, we've turned several animals into a specific sub-species that specialize in pelts of various qualities. It only takes a one or two hastened generations to get desired effects, though lower houses tend to lack the experience needed for more vibrant and ornate designs in such time. Court fashion... Changes too quickly for that to be viable, so they settle for more simple, but more caught-up effects." From what Yetara herself knew, the pelt-beasts were of the same species as some of the meat producing livestock, though heavily modified, and to someone not knowledgeable, she could see it being difficult to liken the two together.

As for material? Yetara wasn't sure, she had a few copies of what had already been distributed to the nations, but this woman didn't exactly appear to be a diplomat. She might have some relevant information, but she wasn't sure if it would be relevant enough. "I'm not sure if I have readings or anything else, perhaps if I looked for some on my shuttle. I'm afraid a lot of it is very vague, as the Eld wish to hold official information tightly for the moment until they get an understanding of the Galaxies politics."

The next question was of colors and vibrancy. A simple question, with a simple answer. "Red is a favored color among my people, as it stands out against the spores in a... Non-intrusive way. Some pelts are simply more colorful with brighter colors, and some color combinations are simply held in higher regard. Many of our pelts are bio-luminescent, as is portions of our skin, and eyes. Vibrancy is favored in pelts, but only in partial patterns, outright flashiness is frowned upon, if that makes any sense. Favored vibrancy often takes advantage of the texture of pelts, or how they reflect light or move, or any other aspect about them. As far as I'm aware, we see the same base colors as humans."

"The... Translator was something else, but we modified it for its current purpose. As for alternatives, we don't have..." She paused for an odd amount of time, as if the word itself was difficult to recall and pronounce. "Mechanical things. Everything we use is biological, derived and adapted from a creature or a fungal strand. Some are purely from their fungal base, some are only somewhat modified, while others are so intermingled that they no longer resemble their original design." That included the Valorians themselves, but such a comment would be improper for her to mention. The Eld were some degree of that, but the Eld themselves were... Different. They were above things. She had only had the honor of meeting one, a lesser Eld, and the experience had left her shaken and in awe.

She gave a brief nod to Diana as she excused herself, and her own eyesight dimmed considerably, and it took her a moment to realize that the hosts had dimmed the lights of the room. Hesitantly, she raised her hands, slowly shifting her goggles to her forehead. The room was still bright, regardless, but it was much more bearable. After all, she could reasonably see now without squinting or feeling the sharp pain of brightness. Clearly it was in respect to the Kishargal.

In the dimmed light two things were apparent to Quarum, that the orange strips that appeared infrequently across Yetara's flesh dimly and ever so slightly glowed, but the orange of her eyes did with just a bit more vigor, more distinct against the pure black of the rest of her eyes. With a frown, she glanced to the door of the Taianese delegate, even without knowing what exactly had occurred, the sour situation didn't take a common language to express itself. Well, someone had broken the ice, or shattered it, depending on the viewpoint. She had done some research on the Taianese delegate in case she ever summoned enough gall to speak to her, she would need a certain outlook, and a certain appeal.

Did she have either?

Her throat was suddenly dry. The Taianese delegate could wait, someone else could cool her off the situation before Yetara doomed herself and her families respect. Her eyes followed others in the room, and the odd behavior of the Kiwomians confused her. This was an important meeting, was there some joke or irony to this that she had missed? Shaking her head and pushing the thoughts away, she turned back to Quarum. "You'll have to forgive me, these events can be quite... Worrisome, if they hold larger implications."
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Post by Readlliea » Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:07 pm

The adlet halted, his claws scrapping the floor with a loud sound, his tail bristling to the point it was just a mass of black ans white fur. The good doctor was done, pissed off greatly. And for the biggit to do that? OH hell to every no in every single language within this accursed universe!! Turning right back around, he returned to his spot that he had stood his ground against this person.

"Now you listen here, you got a problem with me saying what I will? Fine. But you are NOT going to involve my people when none of them are here. So keep your ugly ships and robotic voices away from my home. YOu wanna experiment? Fine, I'm sure Wazu will have no problem handing me over to ya." Zenigata growled. "I may dislike you but I sure as hell ain't going to involve all of your people for something that is between two hybrid beings."

Even with his anger and serious tone, his fear was growing. He was afraid for his people and his fears from earlier were back. Why did he think he could do this? Do anything besides medicine? It was his father's desire that he be something more, if he wouldn't be a leader for the tribe then he should be a diplomat. Oh yes, great idea father. Glorious. His chest seized and tightened with a painful beat, was this what a heart attack felt like? No...he wasn't on the floor yet. Panic attack? Hard to say, for he soon heard the Queen of the Kiwomians speak though he couldn't really hear her words. Too focused on how his chest felt at the moment and his concern for an entire race that was his own.
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Post by Tony » Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:11 pm

"Humans Bring nothing but war it seems." The electronic whirr of a translated voice spoke.

It was the Gartagen Envoy. A small blue woman, with the markings of the Gartagen Imperial house, painted across her flesh. She much like her cousin had strong, yet elegant facial features. Sapphire skin, matching eyes. Next to her stood the imposing presence of her bodyguard. Simple white enameled power armor. "Maruka Aunslet. Gartagen Ambasador."

She shifted sharp eyes at the Reich representative. Then to the rest of the humans. Then to Tai Pan. Maruka had half expected to walk into a room full of enemies, yet they were for some odd reason all going at each other. Savages. "This is.. enlightening, to say the least. I come expecting a diplomatic meeting. Only to find the proceedings breaking down."

The guard stiffened. "Perhaps we should leave. If this is how these people conduct diplomacy. Then this is clearly not worth preserving the treaty over."
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Post by zach » Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:15 pm

Diana felt another bit of air part from her lips and she was wholly reminded of the fiend that was sitting in front of her, the detached way in which she spoke of capturing and harming civilians was monstrous. Though it would seem that the Tai Pan had skill in taking down civilians transports, as Declan had learned from first hand experience so long ago.

Diana then looked towards Zenigata as he walked away, more than likely being able to hear every word the the Tigress had crooned out from her lips, the casual threats that anyone who heard would know would be true. She felt the whole of her being begging her to say something, anything to try and persuade the Vice Admiral from committing such atrocities to the Adlet people yet Diana felt Sakamoto's voice run down the back of her mind once again. The sickly sweet tone reminded Diana that her attempts at saying anything would likely just make things so much worse indeed, better to stay quiet for now no matter how utterly filthy it made her feel.

She took a breath and walked forward, sitting across from Vice Admiral Hoshiko and locking eyes with the Tigress for a moment, focusing on just what she needed to do rather than what she felt towards this woman. "I have come here to discuss what the Tai Pan can benefit from choosing to continue having a presence within the Summit. More so I intend to speak on what the Summit can do to benefit you specifically Zhongjiang Hoshiko." Diana had Sakamoto's words about the angle she would need to approach in order to try and sway her to a more positive view on things, albeit as self-motivated as it would be.

"I understand that you do not wish to be here and see no reason to be forced to work with us in anyway but I come to you with an offer for something that I believe you want...Revenge. Not to dredge up details but I know you hate the Pyridians and those vile monstrosities they created, the Sutakame. The whole galaxy is aware that those species are a threat to everybody and we have made efforts to pool our intelligences together in an attempt to learn about and handle the Pyridians and the Sutakame. They are monsters who will harm anyone in the galaxy if they get the inclination to do as such and a conjoined effort to learn their weaknesses and make them suffer and bleed, pay them back for every inch of pain and suffering they gave to you, with interest." Hoshiko would note a shift in Diana's tone, rather than convincing and slightly nervous tone she had taken on prior, as she spoke about the prospects of revenge, she spoke with a monotone fire within her voice. A rage that could indicate that she understood that notion of paying back someone for how they made you suffer. "So, that is the offer. A chance for a joint effort to destroy a threat to the whole galaxy and give you a chance at whatever revenge you would desire."

Diana finished speaking and then felt her eyes go wide as Zen returned, she almost motioned to block him but felt herself remain still, pinned by nerves and growing more and more furious at how it seemed that this meeting was being hit by set back after set back.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Ham » Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:30 pm

Kohle stood a little straighter when the Gartagen Ambassador arrived. He turned to face the delegate, returning his diplomatic stance as the wheels began to turn. "Ambassador, I can't help but agree." He gave a formal bow like he had done for the Ersetu Queen and the fire in his eyes seemed to be burning in a more passionate light. Admiral Lürssen followed with a bow of his own, coming back up with a more aristocratic stance. Once Kohle raised back up, he wasted no time. "I have a low feeling about these talks and I doubt they will last for too much longer. With that in mind, I would like to formally request to begin talks about a diplomatic pact. A Pact of Iron so to speak for the betterment of both of our people."

The Reich's ambassador was patient in waiting for a response. His face was inviting, and was trying very well to be both polite and show the extended strength that the Kaiser had given this one man and his liaison. Admiral Lürssen, meanwhile, turned a head to look at the chaos that was beginning to form on the diplomatic floor and then back to Heram with a slightly sympathetic looking face before looking back to the task that he had at hand.
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by uso » Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:36 pm

IAS Edward Deming, Greeting Room, Not near the current argument.

Quarum nodded along, listening intently as Tetara discussed the various beasts and organic technologies of her home world.

“How much do you know about other species? I’d love to study the effects of the biological technology on your society. Are things able to adjust rapidly like during the systems revolution for humanity? OR are your people’s tastes confined by the rate at which they can adjust the biological material around them? I would think that the lag time between developing new generations of organic things would lead to a lag in development of cultural artifacts….” She thought out loud. Clearly she was less concerned than her brother was.

IAS Edward Deming, Greeting Room


What to do indeed? This argument was just getting good. Letting Taipan get themselves off to a bad start certainly worked in his favor, but letting the group of nations that wanted to promote order fight amongst themselves? That would be less suitable. There certainly was some clever option available to him that would put Taipan on the defensive. He just had to figure out what that was before everyone else was ready to leave.

Certainly a power dynamic needed to be reversed.

The Gartagen should also be reassured.

Perhaps not in that order though,

“Nothing worth doing is easy. Though perhaps it is time to step in. Zenigata has been doing a great job for me handling diplomatic relations with the Kiwomians but he is still learning about some of the other nations here today. Certainly a lot has been learned from Hoshiko’s own… capabilities…. If you’ll excuse me.”

He would make his way to Diana and Zenigata,

“Diana, Zenigata, Remember that Hoshiko is a military leader.

Hiding out in one of the back rooms lets her bottleneck anyone that wants to come talk to her, as well as manage who can easily enter the conversation. Furthermore it looks like she’s already started pressing buttons to rile people up. Then you have the fish thing… eating food while someone else is talking is a power play right out of the Tarantino school of thought. It certainly implies that she is of the mind Taipan has more to gain from a deterioration of the status quo.

Which would mean leaving her be would be the outcome she’s least wanting to achieve.

For the time being we have a very narrow focus for the summit. The Eretsu are concerned about the Alliance and Taipan’s rapid growth. There is also the Gartagen Armistice on the table. Unfortunately other things are out of scope for the time being. We won’t be discussing the abduction of your people Zenigata…

Though you have little to worry about. You know our drones are just as available to your people as they are to the defense of our star systems. Perhaps you could go announce that the meeting is ready to start? I think everyone has finally arrived and we should be moving into the main room.”
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Re: Chapter 4: Summit

Post by Tony » Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:41 pm

Maruka looked up at the Reichman. The Reich. She knew of it. Humans who had settled on the ruins of a former Union member state. "How will you reconcile your selves with the Dominion of Ersutu? We are no friends of theirs. Nor do we like friends of theirs. Plus it is only a matter of time before the Lemais come for their friends and eventually them."

Nobody wanted to even mention the Lemais.

Maruka did, however, note that the Paradise treaty had caused much damage to the Reich. the rare mineral ore that the Alliance and Tai Pan had so readily attacked the Union over had cut the Reich out and soured any feelings the Reich may have towards their competitors.

Maruka spoke openly, and directly. "What is it you hope to gain through this pact of iron? How is such an agreement mutually beneficial to the Union, and the Reich?"
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Post by CadetNewb » Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:44 pm

While several others were getting along fine, the Kiwomian Queen was drunk, angrily splashing wine about, while the Adlet was yelling at Tai Pan's dignitary. Needless to say, it did look like some nations at least were committing diplomatic suicide.

"You may blame the lesser nations for this improper behavior, but do not believe that Tai Pan is not interested in preserving the treaty, Maruka Aunslet," Hoshiko calmly spoke up from her seat, ignoring Zenigata and the Kiwomian Queen as Wazu attempted to smooth things over. Despite her outward calm, Diana could see that Hoshiko's ears had perked up ever so slightly the moment the Gartagen representative had spoken. What rules bound her, may not have applied to them, judging by the Taianese Tigress's reaction. "I would advise paying them no mind and seeking a private room as I have in order to wait until formalities officially begin."

Turning her attention to Diana again, Hoshiko calmly added, "And you may want to speak soon. The circumstances may change," for once providing her with some helpful advice, rather than the detached aloofness as before.

Leaning forward just a bit, she then looked at Wazu in the eye before leaning back into her privacy.
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Post by uso » Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:47 pm

"We don't blame you for your behavior. It is in your nature, and I'm hoping this is a great learning experience for my team." Wazu replied, keeping his focus on Hoshiko as he pressed the attack.
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Post by CadetNewb » Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:53 pm

"Certain members are faring better than others," Hoshiko replied to Wazu, her gleaming blue eyes settling on Diana. "Others however, have yet to learn their place and will have others suffer for their incompetence."
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