Kyoki Chudoku wrote:Tokiko took out her knife, and pointed it at her eyepatch.
”I’ve been a diplomat for a while, but never did much diplomacy. Only got my current job after the Nightmare. Do you want to know what happened to me during that Nightmare? One of those little blighters gouged my eye out, and I was one of the lucky ones. It’s easy for you to act all high-and-mighty when as the one who’s job it is to negotiate with people. Yeah. Try negotiation on them, see where it gets you. Play nice with the kids who pretend to be your own troops just to ambush you, the soldiers who have no food on them because they’re expected to die en masse, singing and smiling and committing genocide as they resort to cannibalising each other ‘cause that’s the only rations they’re gonna get. Be gentle with the people using agony beams that leave you in overwhelming pain, having a seizure every five seconds for months on end, from an instant of exposure. Don’t be too hard on the people who melted entire cities apart. I couldn’t be as bad as them if I tried to, ambassador. I take offence to your characterisation of such situations as a complicated problem. It’s a very simple one. Do everything you can to survive and struggle to fight them off, or die a gruesome, agonising death. Atrocity or not, which option do you reckon I’m gonna pick? Oh, right, special pleading, isn’t it? Let’s just condemn everyone involved! Oh, except the what, hundred million fatalities on our side? Can’t really go after them because they’re dead. You can’t just ignore situations like this. Rare or not, special or not, they happen, and I’ll tell you now, I’d rather have a few sanctions than no defence force.”
OOC:
*dusts off old forum RPer gloves, deep breath*Korus gave a fleeting smile as they brushed the white bangs from over their left eye, in the process exposing a long scar over the eye which is a discolored icy blue in contrast to the golden pigment of their other eye."All Elyreians serve compulsory military service, darling. I started mine at age fifteen and completed my oath at nineteen. I took two additional years of training to serve in the Elyreian Princely Navy. I rose my way to Commodore and served as command of the destroyer DLE
Vaelans, a strong honor to serve on the ship of my family's namekeep. I was there when the traitor sabotagued our first experimental railgun test fire from its cruiser, where dozens were slain, hundreds maimed, and yet somehow I and a few of my bridge crew survived the catastrophe that happens when the superstructure of a naval vessel becomes a 5000 ton shrapnel grenade."
Korus combed down the bangs a bit to cover the eye - self consciously, perhaps? - before they resumed. "Not all diplomats are pretty butterflies, Ambassador. After all, the deepest scars are the ones we cannot see on the outside. Elyreia will continue following the TRV, and hope that those who commit warcrimes against us will feel the mercy of their gods when we retaliate. Besides, I think the two opponents are missing something. Unless you plan on raping, enslaving, or torturing your hiveminded enemies, not sure you'll be committing warcrimes... Nothing in this legislation is stating you cannot continue with wanton slaughter of enemy combatants, after all..."