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Olimpiada
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Ex-Nation

Postby Olimpiada » Wed Aug 09, 2017 9:24 am

Supreme Authority wrote:
Universal Union of Panhumanity wrote:Turning to O-1, the Ambassador smiled, recognising his host. "It is good to meet you, O-1. The Universal Union has been observing the Iron Alliance for some time, and has reached a similar conclusion. After all, we share a common enemy, and if the Iron Alliance was to fall, it would not be long before they targeted the Union. Better to stand together than apart. However, the prospect of membership in the Alliance is still uncertain, as while the majority of our enemies should be condemned to oblivion without second thought, a few are considered to be fellow socialist comrades. Although evidently estranged and somewhat misguided, the Union is still reluctant to act against them openly."

"Still, as I was saying to the Emperor, we are willing to offer scientific and economic support to the alliance, with certain limitations of course. These are mostly things such as superluminal travel, monopole technology, and metric engineering, and we are willing to provide diamond age-level technologies, which we believe shall greatly enhance the Alliance's military capabilities in the event of open warfare with groups such as the UNASAA. Still, it is quite possible that the Union shall officially join the Iron Alliance at a later date."

"We sincerely appreciate your offer of technology, and I promise that it shall be put to effective use. A stronger and more secure Iron Alliance brings great benefit to us all. In addition, I respect your reluctance to openly act against the UNSAA. Contrary to many false reports about myself, I am truly not a warmonger. I would much prefer to bring about governmental and societal reform through diplomacy and logic rather than conflict. Though preparation for war is essential for survival in our harsh and uncaring multiverse, it is important to recognize that armed conflict depletes both human and material resources from society."

Olimpiada wrote:At least he was making efforts to not appear like a psychopath. Avenius believed the term for that was a high functioning sociopath. Not an uncommon thing for dictators. He let himself relax a little, still keeping his arms close to his sides. So far it was looking like his report to Alexios would consist of a request to glass this forsaken place with all haste. It would most certainly be for the better. “My concerns, and for that matter, those of all the Federated Worlds are quite simple. Authoritarian regimes such as yours inevitably collapse under their own weight, leaving nothing but suffering in their wake, and ultimately leaving the world worse for the experience. As such, it has been agreed upon in our nation that the best course of action for the Iron Alliance would be to disband, thus speeding this process of this collapse and alleviating the further pain of other humans under your twisted governments.”

He left out the part where Olimpiada had every intention to make this happen by force if necessary. Although he was certain that it was what he was supposed to say, he was also certain that losing his arms would hurt like hell, even if he could get them replaced. And so, for the first time in that meeting, he bit his tongue, actively choosing his life before his career. He hated it.

"The most effective authoritarian regimes, such as the Supreme Authority, manage their weight via delegation as well as centralization. As the head of the Overseer Council, I have essentially unlimited and absolute authority over each and every aspect of the Supreme Authority. However, I quite often wield this authority by selecting and managing effective and competent subordinates, without the external biases and pressures of d*m*cr*cy. Though my subordinates are bound by my orders, they are charged with many of the particulars of said orders' execution, often including management of subordinates of their own.
All of my subordinates form a web that reaches each and every subject of the Supreme Authority. All unified in will and purpose, for the greater good of the nation. In contrast, fr**d*m by its very nature permits subjects to pursue their own purposes, according to their selfish and limited perspectives. D*m*cr*tic and fr** nations will inevitably tear themselves apart. Dictatorships such as the Supreme Authority recognize the value of oppression - the true antidote to the poison of fr**d*m, the means by which the purpose and will of all subjects is sublimated for the good of the whole.
In sum, the Iron Alliance rejects your demand to disband. We are the vanguard of the only true way forward for humanity, a future built upon absolute authority for the good of all. And I give you a notice; aggression on your behalf will be met with our full fury."




The Supreme Authority
Iron Alliance International Summit



Avenius actively resisted the urge to giggle as the man censored his own speech in a strange series of clicking sounds, managing to remove every vowel from the words “democracy” and “freedom”. The behavior of fascists and their ilk was always quite humorous to watch, and this was no exception. He nearly scoffed at the idea of the Iron Alliance’s “full fury” when he realized that some nations within it did not yet possess FTL travel. A single Hwach’a-class arsenal ship could likely glass half their member states, if he remembered correctly.

“Are you aware of Louis XIV of France?” Avenius decided to take the route based on evidence rather than arguing logically, something which O-1 was clearly incapable of if he hadn’t yet abandoned his own regime. “He centralized his fractured nation during his reign, and brought France to great heights. After his death, the nation rapidly imploded into a violent revolution.” He paused, trying to recall more ancient history which the dictator might be familiar with. “Mao Zedong united a fractured China under one of the most authoritarian regimes ever to be seen, slaughtering millions in the process. The minute he died? The people began working to replace his oppressive system with a more free and capitalistic one.” A third example would likely do him well. “In Yugoslavia, following the death of Joseph Broz Tito, the nation imploded into a violent and genocidal civil war due to the aforementioned man’s attempts at rearranging the population into racial homogeneity.
And you, Ozymandias, mean to tell me that the free people of the world should look upon your works and despair? The moment age catches up to you, assuming your own people don’t speed that process, all that shall be left round the decay of that colossal wreck will be but lone and level sands.”

Victoriala II wrote:
Olimpiada wrote:
The individual showed a sense of thought which many present lacked. They were unconcerned with the intricacies of diplomacy, instead choosing to behave like angry children for the most part. They were creatures of anger and passion, while the one who approached him did so with a cool and restrained attitude. Then again, not having the social ability of a grumpy twelve year old did mean that he lacked any meaningful authority in the area, which did disappoint Avenius. Getting someone on his side with actual power in the area was a good thing, albeit unlikely.


HCU

"Schelman, Eyling. Hallegian Directive Council." I chose to not specify my role. I smiled, lightened myself and reached for his hand, a moderate grasp. The man knows better people when he sees one. These chauvinists have high esteem and a good reason for it, I'll give them that. I weighed my options for the hour. I shouldn't let this good window of lightened shoulders be wasted on something unworthwhile.

We released ourselves from the gesture of trust.

Is it fine to smoke here?

A slight glance towards another person. Tribal attire. Funny face. The same arrogant look. He seems upset. At everyone. I probably noticed him look at me. Condescendingly, I'd say. Definitely my attire. I should've had something to stand out from these polehard, rhetorical Marxians. There's another, young woman. Seems ornate. Religious or royal, I'm leaning on the former. She seems fragile. Her unease slightly amused me. Should've stayed in the temple.

I snickered and returned to Avenius. "Don't be mistaken, we just happened to prefer wearing these. Suits take too much effort. Pretty old-fashioned too, but that's subjective." I jest, my eyes scanning towards his fashion. A bit too old fashioned, perhaps. "I read a bit about your people. Quite forward looking, I'd presume from it." I look around again. It's a shitshow. "Would you agree to that thought?"


Avenius was genuinely surprised that Eyling had managed to read anything about Olimpiada, given its many light years of distance from Earth, but restrained the emotion to a raised eyebrow. “Forward looking? I wouldn’t call it that. We’re just good at industrializing systems. Gaia, Delphi, and Atenai all make an economic powerhouse.” Or perhaps he meant socially? The capitalistic nature almost inherent to Olimpiadans had subconsciously veered him towards the flow of cash and resources, and he caught himself before going into detail on that front. “Socially, we merely follow the idea that the divinity of man should be followed to its logical end, and that all humans deserve every right available short of collapsing into anarchy. And in Hallegia? I’ve heard little of it. Perhaps you could inform me some.”

Soyouso wrote:@Olimpiada
"Our way of life my be twisted to you, but it is sacred for us. Do not lump us in with idiots from the past who had no clue how to handle a country. We are doing what we know is best for our people, and we are in power because we do have the merit needed to handle that sacred responsibility. If we were as incompetent as you say because of our system, we would be gone from internal collapse. Clearly we must be doing something right even though we did not spew lies and slogans that won't be followed through with to our people to win a silly over-glorified class president election." Ah. It looks like the dictator's engines are warmed up. They're ready to defend their ideology.

"I'll have you know, authoritarianism - even totalitarianism, is not the evil machine people love to make it out to be. To use ourselves as an example, Soyousian fascism is not the evil ideology you think it is. It is our noble way of life, and of protecting it. Even before my ancestor King Basil Turnabout declared Soyouso would ascend by evolving from authoritarian monarchy to fascist dictatorship, we always held dear the ability to protect our people from those who want to destroy their dreams, their prosperity, their very lives. Our nationalism, where this nation comes first in everything we do, is for the best interest of it's people." They opened a journal, the one they've been updating for months.

"I'm penning my own manifesto, and have written the best wording for Soyousian fascism here. We are nationalist not by race, but by our culture and our desire to keep our nation prosperous. All classes have a purpose in our society, and instead of fighting or becoming one class, they collaborate for the common good, with each individual using what they are best at for an occupation that suits them. Every person, no matter how poor, of either sex, sexual orientation, race, age or whateverthefuck else, are in some way important to society. My people quite enjoy knowing this fact, that they are part of something bent on the common good. Their common good. You should see the joy and passion in their eyes during speeches and ceremonies. Do they sound like they're suffering to you?"

"I know what you're going to say. What if the corporations exploit workers? What if the aristocrats and fat cats hog cash without giving excess to the bank? What if the government officials and law enforcement are corrupt? Well, honey, that's where I[i] come in." Turnabout points their gloved hand at themself. "My job is not sitting on a throne and looking beautiful, though I'm rather splendid at both. My job is to oversee all that goes on in Soyouso, to make sure that all law-abiding people have access to the means to improve their life, that the homeless have shelter, that the corporations obey safety regulation but have enough freedom to blossom, that people have the...-dare I say it, I'm gonna say it, cover your ears Overseer! - [i]freedom, yes, fucking freedom to safely raise their families and live happily under a government that obsessively puts their needs first. Notice I said needs, not wants. Living under such a government, in my philosophy, is true freedom. My people don't want the faulty system of democracy, they want benevolent dictatorship, which I've given them. And if you want to say I forced them to say they love it, and oh, how you will, look at the smiles of the Soyousian people, observe their lives for yourself, see how their living conditions are well off. Then come and try to call me an abusive dictator." It was clear Turnabout meant what they said. The spark in their green eyes, it was clear they had true devotion to this cause.

"I know what you're going to say. 'Bu-bu-but the Libertarian Cooking!' Yeah, I know. So I got a little carried away in my method of execution of those who want to destroy everything past leaders and I have done for precious Soyouso. They were all treasoners, they would've been beheaded anyway. Those who dare try to destroy our beautiful way of life deserve their death. If they wanted to live in a democratic country, they should have left and went to one by immigration. I don't give a shit if they want democracy if they're not in my domain anymore harassing me while I'm trying to work. But when they disturb and hurt my people, that's when I SNAP and shit gets ugly. I won't contain my hatred for those who actively try to bring their 'I wanna do wuteva I want mom' immaturity to our country. We have ascended that and will never devolve into it. Death penalty is good for a stable society and entertainment." Turnabout was well known to have really bad anger issues caused by post traumatic stress disorder. That happens when you're a warlord.

"Now, you must be wondering. What if a future leader DOES abuse his or her or their power? Well," They flip to the back of the journal. They read. (I have to extend this to a second post)


Avenius’s otherwise enjoyable conversation was interrupted by some child in a military uniform going on a rant so lengthy, Avenius did briefly have to check his watch just to count the minutes. They were too many. “Are you finished yet?” No immediate response. “Excellent. Well, there’s a few things you should know. What you call ‘noble’, four hundred and sixty billion people understand as heresy. What you call ‘free’, the same number recognizes as a lie. What you call a ‘benevolent dictatorship’, the same number once more calls it out for what it is. An excuse. Perhaps I was mistaken on which of you really was Ozymandias. You have much more the flawed attitude than the other one. King of kings, I charge you thusly: You prop up a state with endless brainwashing and censorship. The boundless passion you believe you see is merely fear that sees no other way to survive than senseless worship of a man-child that believes himself a deity. So by all means, when you do finally get around to finishing that manifesto, send a few hundred thousand copies our way. We’ll be glad to feed them into the First Flame.” The fact that anyone had seen fit to hand Turnabout a nation was amusing to no end.
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Royal KaNgwane
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Founded: Aug 09, 2017
Ex-Nation

Postby Royal KaNgwane » Wed Aug 09, 2017 9:28 am

Olimpiada wrote:
Supreme Authority wrote:"We sincerely appreciate your offer of technology, and I promise that it shall be put to effective use. A stronger and more secure Iron Alliance brings great benefit to us all. In addition, I respect your reluctance to openly act against the UNSAA. Contrary to many false reports about myself, I am truly not a warmonger. I would much prefer to bring about governmental and societal reform through diplomacy and logic rather than conflict. Though preparation for war is essential for survival in our harsh and uncaring multiverse, it is important to recognize that armed conflict depletes both human and material resources from society."


"The most effective authoritarian regimes, such as the Supreme Authority, manage their weight via delegation as well as centralization. As the head of the Overseer Council, I have essentially unlimited and absolute authority over each and every aspect of the Supreme Authority. However, I quite often wield this authority by selecting and managing effective and competent subordinates, without the external biases and pressures of d*m*cr*cy. Though my subordinates are bound by my orders, they are charged with many of the particulars of said orders' execution, often including management of subordinates of their own.
All of my subordinates form a web that reaches each and every subject of the Supreme Authority. All unified in will and purpose, for the greater good of the nation. In contrast, fr**d*m by its very nature permits subjects to pursue their own purposes, according to their selfish and limited perspectives. D*m*cr*tic and fr** nations will inevitably tear themselves apart. Dictatorships such as the Supreme Authority recognize the value of oppression - the true antidote to the poison of fr**d*m, the means by which the purpose and will of all subjects is sublimated for the good of the whole.
In sum, the Iron Alliance rejects your demand to disband. We are the vanguard of the only true way forward for humanity, a future built upon absolute authority for the good of all. And I give you a notice; aggression on your behalf will be met with our full fury."



The Supreme Authority
Iron Alliance International Summit



Avenius actively resisted the urge to giggle as the man censored his own speech in a strange series of clicking sounds, managing to remove every vowel from the words “democracy” and “freedom”. The behavior of fascists and their ilk was always quite humorous to watch, and this was no exception. He nearly scoffed at the idea of the Iron Alliance’s “full fury” when he realized that some nations within it did not yet possess FTL travel. A single Hwach’a-class arsenal ship could likely glass half their member states, if he remembered correctly.

“Are you aware of Louis XIV of France?” Avenius decided to take the route based on evidence rather than arguing logically, something which O-1 was clearly incapable of if he hadn’t yet abandoned his own regime. “He centralized his fractured nation during his reign, and brought France to great heights. After his death, the nation rapidly imploded into a violent revolution.” He paused, trying to recall more ancient history which the dictator might be familiar with. “Mao Zedong united a fractured China under one of the most authoritarian regimes ever to be seen, slaughtering millions in the process. The minute he died? The people began working to replace his oppressive system with a more free and capitalistic one.” A third example would likely do him well. “In Yugoslavia, following the death of Joseph Broz Tito, the nation imploded into a violent and genocidal civil war due to the aforementioned man’s attempts at rearranging the population into racial homogeneity.
And you, Ozymandias, mean to tell me that the free people of the world should look upon your works and despair? The moment age catches up to you, assuming your own people don’t speed that process, all that shall be left round the decay of that colossal wreck will be but lone and level sands.”

[spoiler=Victoriala]
Victoriala II wrote:
HCU

"Schelman, Eyling. Hallegian Directive Council." I chose to not specify my role. I smiled, lightened myself and reached for his hand, a moderate grasp. The man knows better people when he sees one. These chauvinists have high esteem and a good reason for it, I'll give them that. I weighed my options for the hour. I shouldn't let this good window of lightened shoulders be wasted on something unworthwhile.

We released ourselves from the gesture of trust.

Is it fine to smoke here?

A slight glance towards another person. Tribal attire. Funny face. The same arrogant look. He seems upset. At everyone. I probably noticed him look at me. Condescendingly, I'd say. Definitely my attire. I should've had something to stand out from these polehard, rhetorical Marxians. There's another, young woman. Seems ornate. Religious or royal, I'm leaning on the former. She seems fragile. Her unease slightly amused me. Should've stayed in the temple.

I snickered and returned to Avenius. "Don't be mistaken, we just happened to prefer wearing these. Suits take too much effort. Pretty old-fashioned too, but that's subjective." I jest, my eyes scanning towards his fashion. A bit too old fashioned, perhaps. "I read a bit about your people. Quite forward looking, I'd presume from it." I look around again. It's a shitshow. "Would you agree to that thought?"


Avenius was genuinely surprised that Eyling had managed to read anything about Olimpiada, given its many light years of distance from Earth, but restrained the emotion to a raised eyebrow. “Forward looking? I wouldn’t call it that. We’re just good at industrializing systems. Gaia, Delphi, and Atenai all make an economic powerhouse.” Or perhaps he meant socially? The capitalistic nature almost inherent to Olimpiadans had subconsciously veered him towards the flow of cash and resources, and he caught himself before going into detail on that front. “Socially, we merely follow the idea that the divinity of man should be followed to its logical end, and that all humans deserve every right available short of collapsing into anarchy. And in Hallegia? I’ve heard little of it. Perhaps you could inform me some.”

Soyouso wrote:@Olimpiada
"Our way of life my be twisted to you, but it is sacred for us. Do not lump us in with idiots from the past who had no clue how to handle a country. We are doing what we know is best for our people, and we are in power because we do have the merit needed to handle that sacred responsibility. If we were as incompetent as you say because of our system, we would be gone from internal collapse. Clearly we must be doing something right even though we did not spew lies and slogans that won't be followed through with to our people to win a silly over-glorified class president election." Ah. It looks like the dictator's engines are warmed up. They're ready to defend their ideology.

"I'll have you know, authoritarianism - even totalitarianism, is not the evil machine people love to make it out to be. To use ourselves as an example, Soyousian fascism is not the evil ideology you think it is. It is our noble way of life, and of protecting it. Even before my ancestor King Basil Turnabout declared Soyouso would ascend by evolving from authoritarian monarchy to fascist dictatorship, we always held dear the ability to protect our people from those who want to destroy their dreams, their prosperity, their very lives. Our nationalism, where this nation comes first in everything we do, is for the best interest of it's people." They opened a journal, the one they've been updating for months.

"I'm penning my own manifesto, and have written the best wording for Soyousian fascism here. We are nationalist not by race, but by our culture and our desire to keep our nation prosperous. All classes have a purpose in our society, and instead of fighting or becoming one class, they collaborate for the common good, with each individual using what they are best at for an occupation that suits them. Every person, no matter how poor, of either sex, sexual orientation, race, age or whateverthefuck else, are in some way important to society. My people quite enjoy knowing this fact, that they are part of something bent on the common good. Their common good. You should see the joy and passion in their eyes during speeches and ceremonies. Do they sound like they're suffering to you?"

"I know what you're going to say. What if the corporations exploit workers? What if the aristocrats and fat cats hog cash without giving excess to the bank? What if the government officials and law enforcement are corrupt? Well, honey, that's where I[i] come in." Turnabout points their gloved hand at themself. "My job is not sitting on a throne and looking beautiful, though I'm rather splendid at both. My job is to oversee all that goes on in Soyouso, to make sure that all law-abiding people have access to the means to improve their life, that the homeless have shelter, that the corporations obey safety regulation but have enough freedom to blossom, that people have the...-dare I say it, I'm gonna say it, cover your ears Overseer! - [i]freedom, yes, fucking freedom to safely raise their families and live happily under a government that obsessively puts their needs first. Notice I said needs, not wants. Living under such a government, in my philosophy, is true freedom. My people don't want the faulty system of democracy, they want benevolent dictatorship, which I've given them. And if you want to say I forced them to say they love it, and oh, how you will, look at the smiles of the Soyousian people, observe their lives for yourself, see how their living conditions are well off. Then come and try to call me an abusive dictator." It was clear Turnabout meant what they said. The spark in their green eyes, it was clear they had true devotion to this cause.

"I know what you're going to say. 'Bu-bu-but the Libertarian Cooking!' Yeah, I know. So I got a little carried away in my method of execution of those who want to destroy everything past leaders and I have done for precious Soyouso. They were all treasoners, they would've been beheaded anyway. Those who dare try to destroy our beautiful way of life deserve their death. If they wanted to live in a democratic country, they should have left and went to one by immigration. I don't give a shit if they want democracy if they're not in my domain anymore harassing me while I'm trying to work. But when they disturb and hurt my people, that's when I SNAP and shit gets ugly. I won't contain my hatred for those who actively try to bring their 'I wanna do wuteva I want mom' immaturity to our country. We have ascended that and will never devolve into it. Death penalty is good for a stable society and entertainment." Turnabout was well known to have really bad anger issues caused by post traumatic stress disorder. That happens when you're a warlord.

"Now, you must be wondering. What if a future leader DOES abuse his or her or their power? Well," They flip to the back of the journal. They read. (I have to extend this to a second post)


Avenius’s otherwise enjoyable conversation was interrupted by some child in a military uniform going on a rant so lengthy, Avenius did briefly have to check his watch just to count the minutes. They were too many. “Are you finished yet?” No immediate response. “Excellent. Well, there’s a few things you should know. What you call ‘noble’, four hundred and sixty billion people understand as heresy. What you call ‘free’, the same number recognizes as a lie. What you call a ‘benevolent dictatorship’, the same number once more calls it out for what it is. An excuse. Perhaps I was mistaken on which of you really was Ozymandias. You have much more the flawed attitude than the other one. King of kings, I charge you thusly: You prop up a state with endless brainwashing and censorship. The boundless passion you believe you see is merely fear that sees no other way to survive than senseless worship of a man-child that believes himself a deity. So by all means, when you do finally get around to finishing that manifesto, send a few hundred thousand copies our way. We’ll be glad to feed them into the First Flame.” The fact that anyone had seen fit to hand Turnabout a nation was amusing to no end.


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"On the topic of space travel, FTL and technology, I would greatly appreciate if I could know more of this. The Kingdom does not posess anything capable of FTL Travel, except for a starfighter based on the P-51 Mustang, which can only fly as far as the moon." Said the King to the Olimpadan man.
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Ex-Nation

Postby Soyouso » Wed Aug 09, 2017 10:02 am

Olimpiada wrote:
Supreme Authority wrote:"We sincerely appreciate your offer of technology, and I promise that it shall be put to effective use. A stronger and more secure Iron Alliance brings great benefit to us all. In addition, I respect your reluctance to openly act against the UNSAA. Contrary to many false reports about myself, I am truly not a warmonger. I would much prefer to bring about governmental and societal reform through diplomacy and logic rather than conflict. Though preparation for war is essential for survival in our harsh and uncaring multiverse, it is important to recognize that armed conflict depletes both human and material resources from society."


"The most effective authoritarian regimes, such as the Supreme Authority, manage their weight via delegation as well as centralization. As the head of the Overseer Council, I have essentially unlimited and absolute authority over each and every aspect of the Supreme Authority. However, I quite often wield this authority by selecting and managing effective and competent subordinates, without the external biases and pressures of d*m*cr*cy. Though my subordinates are bound by my orders, they are charged with many of the particulars of said orders' execution, often including management of subordinates of their own.
All of my subordinates form a web that reaches each and every subject of the Supreme Authority. All unified in will and purpose, for the greater good of the nation. In contrast, fr**d*m by its very nature permits subjects to pursue their own purposes, according to their selfish and limited perspectives. D*m*cr*tic and fr** nations will inevitably tear themselves apart. Dictatorships such as the Supreme Authority recognize the value of oppression - the true antidote to the poison of fr**d*m, the means by which the purpose and will of all subjects is sublimated for the good of the whole.
In sum, the Iron Alliance rejects your demand to disband. We are the vanguard of the only true way forward for humanity, a future built upon absolute authority for the good of all. And I give you a notice; aggression on your behalf will be met with our full fury."




The Supreme Authority
Iron Alliance International Summit



Avenius actively resisted the urge to giggle as the man censored his own speech in a strange series of clicking sounds, managing to remove every vowel from the words “democracy” and “freedom”. The behavior of fascists and their ilk was always quite humorous to watch, and this was no exception. He nearly scoffed at the idea of the Iron Alliance’s “full fury” when he realized that some nations within it did not yet possess FTL travel. A single Hwach’a-class arsenal ship could likely glass half their member states, if he remembered correctly.

“Are you aware of Louis XIV of France?” Avenius decided to take the route based on evidence rather than arguing logically, something which O-1 was clearly incapable of if he hadn’t yet abandoned his own regime. “He centralized his fractured nation during his reign, and brought France to great heights. After his death, the nation rapidly imploded into a violent revolution.” He paused, trying to recall more ancient history which the dictator might be familiar with. “Mao Zedong united a fractured China under one of the most authoritarian regimes ever to be seen, slaughtering millions in the process. The minute he died? The people began working to replace his oppressive system with a more free and capitalistic one.” A third example would likely do him well. “In Yugoslavia, following the death of Joseph Broz Tito, the nation imploded into a violent and genocidal civil war due to the aforementioned man’s attempts at rearranging the population into racial homogeneity.
And you, Ozymandias, mean to tell me that the free people of the world should look upon your works and despair? The moment age catches up to you, assuming your own people don’t speed that process, all that shall be left round the decay of that colossal wreck will be but lone and level sands.”

Victoriala II wrote:
HCU

"Schelman, Eyling. Hallegian Directive Council." I chose to not specify my role. I smiled, lightened myself and reached for his hand, a moderate grasp. The man knows better people when he sees one. These chauvinists have high esteem and a good reason for it, I'll give them that. I weighed my options for the hour. I shouldn't let this good window of lightened shoulders be wasted on something unworthwhile.

We released ourselves from the gesture of trust.

Is it fine to smoke here?

A slight glance towards another person. Tribal attire. Funny face. The same arrogant look. He seems upset. At everyone. I probably noticed him look at me. Condescendingly, I'd say. Definitely my attire. I should've had something to stand out from these polehard, rhetorical Marxians. There's another, young woman. Seems ornate. Religious or royal, I'm leaning on the former. She seems fragile. Her unease slightly amused me. Should've stayed in the temple.

I snickered and returned to Avenius. "Don't be mistaken, we just happened to prefer wearing these. Suits take too much effort. Pretty old-fashioned too, but that's subjective." I jest, my eyes scanning towards his fashion. A bit too old fashioned, perhaps. "I read a bit about your people. Quite forward looking, I'd presume from it." I look around again. It's a shitshow. "Would you agree to that thought?"


Avenius was genuinely surprised that Eyling had managed to read anything about Olimpiada, given its many light years of distance from Earth, but restrained the emotion to a raised eyebrow. “Forward looking? I wouldn’t call it that. We’re just good at industrializing systems. Gaia, Delphi, and Atenai all make an economic powerhouse.” Or perhaps he meant socially? The capitalistic nature almost inherent to Olimpiadans had subconsciously veered him towards the flow of cash and resources, and he caught himself before going into detail on that front. “Socially, we merely follow the idea that the divinity of man should be followed to its logical end, and that all humans deserve every right available short of collapsing into anarchy. And in Hallegia? I’ve heard little of it. Perhaps you could inform me some.”

Soyouso wrote:@Olimpiada
"Our way of life my be twisted to you, but it is sacred for us. Do not lump us in with idiots from the past who had no clue how to handle a country. We are doing what we know is best for our people, and we are in power because we do have the merit needed to handle that sacred responsibility. If we were as incompetent as you say because of our system, we would be gone from internal collapse. Clearly we must be doing something right even though we did not spew lies and slogans that won't be followed through with to our people to win a silly over-glorified class president election." Ah. It looks like the dictator's engines are warmed up. They're ready to defend their ideology.

"I'll have you know, authoritarianism - even totalitarianism, is not the evil machine people love to make it out to be. To use ourselves as an example, Soyousian fascism is not the evil ideology you think it is. It is our noble way of life, and of protecting it. Even before my ancestor King Basil Turnabout declared Soyouso would ascend by evolving from authoritarian monarchy to fascist dictatorship, we always held dear the ability to protect our people from those who want to destroy their dreams, their prosperity, their very lives. Our nationalism, where this nation comes first in everything we do, is for the best interest of it's people." They opened a journal, the one they've been updating for months.

"I'm penning my own manifesto, and have written the best wording for Soyousian fascism here. We are nationalist not by race, but by our culture and our desire to keep our nation prosperous. All classes have a purpose in our society, and instead of fighting or becoming one class, they collaborate for the common good, with each individual using what they are best at for an occupation that suits them. Every person, no matter how poor, of either sex, sexual orientation, race, age or whateverthefuck else, are in some way important to society. My people quite enjoy knowing this fact, that they are part of something bent on the common good. Their common good. You should see the joy and passion in their eyes during speeches and ceremonies. Do they sound like they're suffering to you?"

"I know what you're going to say. What if the corporations exploit workers? What if the aristocrats and fat cats hog cash without giving excess to the bank? What if the government officials and law enforcement are corrupt? Well, honey, that's where I[i] come in." Turnabout points their gloved hand at themself. "My job is not sitting on a throne and looking beautiful, though I'm rather splendid at both. My job is to oversee all that goes on in Soyouso, to make sure that all law-abiding people have access to the means to improve their life, that the homeless have shelter, that the corporations obey safety regulation but have enough freedom to blossom, that people have the...-dare I say it, I'm gonna say it, cover your ears Overseer! - [i]freedom, yes, fucking freedom to safely raise their families and live happily under a government that obsessively puts their needs first. Notice I said needs, not wants. Living under such a government, in my philosophy, is true freedom. My people don't want the faulty system of democracy, they want benevolent dictatorship, which I've given them. And if you want to say I forced them to say they love it, and oh, how you will, look at the smiles of the Soyousian people, observe their lives for yourself, see how their living conditions are well off. Then come and try to call me an abusive dictator." It was clear Turnabout meant what they said. The spark in their green eyes, it was clear they had true devotion to this cause.

"I know what you're going to say. 'Bu-bu-but the Libertarian Cooking!' Yeah, I know. So I got a little carried away in my method of execution of those who want to destroy everything past leaders and I have done for precious Soyouso. They were all treasoners, they would've been beheaded anyway. Those who dare try to destroy our beautiful way of life deserve their death. If they wanted to live in a democratic country, they should have left and went to one by immigration. I don't give a shit if they want democracy if they're not in my domain anymore harassing me while I'm trying to work. But when they disturb and hurt my people, that's when I SNAP and shit gets ugly. I won't contain my hatred for those who actively try to bring their 'I wanna do wuteva I want mom' immaturity to our country. We have ascended that and will never devolve into it. Death penalty is good for a stable society and entertainment." Turnabout was well known to have really bad anger issues caused by post traumatic stress disorder. That happens when you're a warlord.

"Now, you must be wondering. What if a future leader DOES abuse his or her or their power? Well," They flip to the back of the journal. They read. (I have to extend this to a second post)


Avenius’s otherwise enjoyable conversation was interrupted by some child in a military uniform going on a rant so lengthy, Avenius did briefly have to check his watch just to count the minutes. They were too many. “Are you finished yet?” No immediate response. “Excellent. Well, there’s a few things you should know. What you call ‘noble’, four hundred and sixty billion people understand as heresy. What you call ‘free’, the same number recognizes as a lie. What you call a ‘benevolent dictatorship’, the same number once more calls it out for what it is. An excuse. Perhaps I was mistaken on which of you really was Ozymandias. You have much more the flawed attitude than the other one. King of kings, I charge you thusly: You prop up a state with endless brainwashing and censorship. The boundless passion you believe you see is merely fear that sees no other way to survive than senseless worship of a man-child that believes himself a deity. So by all means, when you do finally get around to finishing that manifesto, send a few hundred thousand copies our way. We’ll be glad to feed them into the First Flame.” The fact that anyone had seen fit to hand Turnabout a nation was amusing to no end.

Turnabout was speechless. "Are you fucking kidding me? I lay out my reasons for why I hold my political ideology so we can try to see each other more civilly, and you deliberately ignore everything I went out of my way to say, and then proceed to use 'muh feelings' as an argument? You waste my time and expect me to change my mind? I'm not the manchild here. And no, you won't get my manifesto. I don't think you can read, because you did no research on my homeland. Maybe you are just lazy. First of all, I never force people to worship me. Any religion that does not endorse criminal activity may exist. Only people from my religion worship me. My laws are secular, just most are theist in my homeland. There is a large Buddhist, Christian, and Jewish community. Second if all," Turnabout splits into two bodies. Bartholomew, their male side, and Skitty, the female. "I am a god. Lesser god. I still obey the war god and will not be immortal until I pass on, but I am essentially a war god. Other universes exist besides your own. And don't call me King of Kings, I'm not the Torah\Bible's God. You are immature."

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Postby Victoriala II » Wed Aug 09, 2017 10:56 am

Soyouso wrote:Turnabout was speechless. "Are you fucking kidding me? I lay out my reasons for why I hold my political ideology so we can try to see each other more civilly, and you deliberately ignore everything I went out of my way to say, and then proceed to use 'muh feelings' as an argument? You waste my time and expect me to change my mind? I'm not the manchild here. And no, you won't get my manifesto. I don't think you can read, because you did no research on my homeland. Maybe you are just lazy. First of all, I never force people to worship me. Any religion that does not endorse criminal activity may exist. Only people from my religion worship me. My laws are secular, just most are theist in my homeland. There is a large Buddhist, Christian, and Jewish community. Second if all," Turnabout splits into two bodies. Bartholomew, their male side, and Skitty, the female. "I am a god. Lesser god. I still obey the war god and will not be immortal until I pass on, but I am essentially a war god. Other universes exist besides your own. And don't call me King of Kings, I'm not the Torah\Bible's God. You are immature."


HCU

I'm dumbfounded. This kind of makes sense, in context. Not sure about the logistics. A sudden reveal of deity? This one (or two? Great Fuck, this is getting absurd) has a black hole of self awareness. I'm a bit disappointed, to be honest. Of all the unsalvageable faults of the cosmos, this one tries to retain an aura of false legitimacy. I'll have none of this poor insult to show, don't tell.

Fuck it, I'll be as absurd as I can. Just piss off already, would you.

I turn to the woman-half.

"Would you be a darling if you get naked in front of everyone, fold yourself twelve times and eat your lower limbs like you're Ouroboros? A little favor."

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Postby Olimpiada » Wed Aug 09, 2017 11:40 am

Victoriala II wrote:
Soyouso wrote:Turnabout was speechless. "Are you fucking kidding me? I lay out my reasons for why I hold my political ideology so we can try to see each other more civilly, and you deliberately ignore everything I went out of my way to say, and then proceed to use 'muh feelings' as an argument? You waste my time and expect me to change my mind? I'm not the manchild here. And no, you won't get my manifesto. I don't think you can read, because you did no research on my homeland. Maybe you are just lazy. First of all, I never force people to worship me. Any religion that does not endorse criminal activity may exist. Only people from my religion worship me. My laws are secular, just most are theist in my homeland. There is a large Buddhist, Christian, and Jewish community. Second if all," Turnabout splits into two bodies. Bartholomew, their male side, and Skitty, the female. "I am a god. Lesser god. I still obey the war god and will not be immortal until I pass on, but I am essentially a war god. Other universes exist besides your own. And don't call me King of Kings, I'm not the Torah\Bible's God. You are immature."


HCU

I'm dumbfounded. This kind of makes sense, in context. Not sure about the logistics. A sudden reveal of deity? This one (or two? Great Fuck, this is getting absurd) has a black hole of self awareness. I'm a bit disappointed, to be honest. Of all the unsalvageable faults of the cosmos, this one tries to retain an aura of false legitimacy. I'll have none of this poor insult to show, don't tell.

Fuck it, I'll be as absurd as I can. Just piss off already, would you.

I turn to the woman-half.

"Would you be a darling if you get naked in front of everyone, fold yourself twelve times and eat your lower limbs like you're Ouroboros? A little favor."




The Supreme Authority
Iron Alliance International Summit



Avenius nearly shit himself when he heard the otherwise quiet Eyling tell Turnabout’s extra set of chromosomes to kill itself in the most needlessly poetic way possible. The statement was a greater shock than the sudden asexual reproduction of Turnabout. The man was about to get himself killed, or at least mangled. The thoughts in regards to a drawn out and sarcastic response to Turnabout (Turnabouts?) were abandoned in favor of figuring out how he could get this man a new set of limbs and a drink once the inevitable happened. Rather than ruin the moment with a response of his own, he stepped aside, seeking to avoid getting blood on his jacket. It was in this way that he bumped into Prime Minister Maphevu Nsibandze.

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"On the topic of space travel, FTL and technology, I would greatly appreciate if I could know more of this. The Kingdom does not posess anything capable of FTL Travel, except for a starfighter based on the P-51 Mustang, which can only fly as far as the moon." Said the King to the Olimpadan man.


The man was a bit shorter than Avenius, likely owing to the slightly lower gravity of Ivy, the planet (or, more accurately, orbital ring) that he had grown up on. However, he was also a bit more forward. The man knew what he wanted, and Avenius knew a man who could get it to him. “I’m not directly related to any actual sales groups in Olimpiada,” he said. “However, I do know one.” He scribbled down a name and number on a slip of paper, and handed it off to him. “Contact Thanos Nikolaides at this number. We’ve got a QE relay somewhere in this system, so you shouldn’t have to wait a few centuries for a response. You’ll be able to work out purchases with BlueSky Industries, and if not them, they can get you contact with either the Hex Conglomerate or the Mykonos Syndicate for FTL capable boats.”
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Postby Soyouso » Wed Aug 09, 2017 11:41 am

Skitty rolled her eyes. "What is this, your sick fantasy? None of you are seeing me naked for any reason, I am a married woman. But if you honestly want to see me fold myself, eat myself alive, with chewing, and come out with this side of me in tact again, so be it. I don't know why you want to see something like this, I would've expected being asked to materialize an object out of nowhere or something. But if killing myself will give you some sense of trust, whatever. Mortimer will clean up the blood. Anyone with a weakness to gore, do not look over here."

Skitty looked at Bartholomew, who scratched his head as if to say "This is going to be so weird, even by my standards."

Skitty cracked her neck in preparation, and whild humming Fly Away by the Wings of the Wind, took out a pocket knife and began clawing off her own legs. Once cut deep enough, she ripped them off. Then she cracked her neck again. "Ready for the weirdest thing I've ever done?" Bartholomew said. Skitty began to fold her body into very painful folds, giving a big old middle finger to human anatomy and joints. Bones were broken in excruciating ways, and it was a miracle her heart wasn't smashed. Her other vital organs were not so fortunate, all squished or punctured or contorted into a horrifying tangle of the human body. Her lungs were busted, she could not scream. By the twelth time, she was small enough to be eaten. Bartholomewm put the small paper-like fold of what was once a humanoid into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed. Mortimer feverishly cleaned blood from Skitty's legs, which he was successful at.

"That was the weirdest and most physically painful thing I've ever done in my entire life. And my life is anything but average." Bartholomew sighed, and Skitty slowly reformed beside him like it had before. "Me and him are one in soul. Yin and yang. Now stop asking me to do weird shit, you're scaring people." She briefly left the room to dispose of her old legs, fit with brand new ones.
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Postby Awitha » Wed Aug 09, 2017 12:44 pm

Whithammer overhead the talking turned to look.
Whithammer had one word for what he just witnessed or actually three words "What the feth..." he thought. he wasn't hungry anymore.
He decided to go sit at the nearest seat to contemplate what he has just saw and also his life.
"Soooo... uhh?" He decided not to finish his sentence.
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Postby Universal Union of Panhumanity » Wed Aug 09, 2017 4:16 pm

Supreme Authority wrote:"We sincerely appreciate your offer of technology, and I promise that it shall be put to effective use. A stronger and more secure Iron Alliance brings great benefit to us all. In addition, I respect your reluctance to openly act against the UNSAA. Contrary to many false reports about myself, I am truly not a warmonger. I would much prefer to bring about governmental and societal reform through diplomacy and logic rather than conflict. Though preparation for war is essential for survival in our harsh and uncaring multiverse, it is important to recognise that armed conflict depletes both human and material resources from society."

"Good, good. It is of course vital that we all stand strong against the common foe, and we are glad that we can assist in this endeavour. You are quite right, we must always be prepared for potential conflict, and the majority of UNSAA member-states are considered to be in opposition to the Union and our goals, and it is only one or two nations within the organisation that are the cause of our hesitation. Unfortunately, many would choose to interpret Union membership in the Iron Alliance as an act of aggression, and we are currently unwilling to alienate fellow socialists, wayward though they may be. This unofficial support is currently the most that the Union government believes it is capable of providing without provoking the UNSAA. We hope you understand that we will be officially denying the existance of Union material support to the Alliance."

Palenquan Union wrote:Sorghum-Iron barely survived the brief encounter with the Soyousian priestess. He was a diplomat, so sure, he could understand all that as the culture in these places. Objectively speaking, it was not as bad as that time where a priest of some backwater hiding in the jungle that just discovered the principles of modern statehood flooded everyone's meals with his supposedly divine saliva at lunch, nor was it as nearly as ridiculous at that time when he was forced to play a game of airsoft that lasted ten unstopping hours where even getting the packaged sandwiches risked one getting shot at with hundreds of plastic pellets. This was merely an usual moment for a culture that would be presumably favoring aggressiveness in its interpersonal interactions. Sorghum-Iron could understand that. Something else was messing around with his mind, however, leeching off rapidly his sanity as he put his eyes on that piece of cloth. He was unsure, and panic started to grow like a rapidly maturing plant in his mind. Mainly concerning why he was here and what was actually going on.

The K'antzil man finally began to slow down with the construction of the wall of text on his notebook, and started paying finer attention to the conversations. One particular person was able to speak without inducing subliminal pain in Sorghum-Iron's head, and not one present at the conference to mock the alliance that was holding it. Recalling words he either did not hear or did not pay attention to, he recognized said person as a delegate from some 'universal union'. What had happened in this mad world to demand that such terms exist? That man's attire reminded him of the last time ambassadors of the Democratic People's Republic of Chosong visited Palenqua, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions yet, after all he wore a tunic suit as well. Then the words. 'Socialist comrades'. Dirty reds, as I thought. He continued listening, not bearing any real interest in their intentions of being involved with the alliance, but merely to figure out things.

Terms like 'superluminal travel' and the explicit implications that they were mastered by the 'Union' person made Sorghum-Iron sure that he was in some weird sci-fi setting which might have explained the nausea he experienced with the words and appearance of the other people around. Apparently, the Iron Alliance, or at least a good part of it, was less advanced than this guy's nation of origin. He was unsure to what extent since he didn't have a clue what 'monopole technology' was either, but was at least relieved if this was all real and he had made a mistake, not every single one of these people could show up near the [Palenquan] Union's planet and turn its surface into plate glass. There was a talk of an alliance that this 'Union' and this Iron Alliance had as a shared foe, but Sorghum-Iron didn't think much on that.

The maturity with which the Universal Union's ambassador spoke (as in, like the regular adult human Sorghum-Iron was accustomed to) and the demonstration of a degree of reluctance to fully become comrades with the Iron Alliance convinced Sorghum-Iron these people were entirely of a different kind compared to the ones that had argued with the Dorian scribe and the Olimpiadan delegate.

A while later, some 'head of the Overseer Council', that sounded familiar, thought Sorghum-Iron, spoke on the totalitarian system of their state that was apparently criticized by the Olimpiadan. Someone who doesn't try to justify oppression but wholesale glorifies it, the thing itself. Huh. The nations at this conference were getting stranger and stranger as Sorghum-Iron overheard more keys into the deep dark masses of lore behind them. But yes, the idea of a 'perfect tyranny', an optimally functioning machine of oppression. They might exist, but never as entities of a truly human society. The desire for freedom can never be stripped from a human being without said human being still maintaining the qualities required to be human. And the dehumanized machine discards all the other qualities that makes the human states able to attain their position. Sooner or later, they will fall regardless of their systems' 'perfection'. Yet they trumpet their ways as the only road for humanity! What universe is this? Sorghum-Iron realized how ironic that question was being asked and felt nauseous again.

So it seems, many of these Iron Alliance nations are authoritarian states, at minimum. Some universe with space boats and all that. Maybe he'll get to meet the gods today. Yet the real nature of this all remains to be discovered.


The Ambassador watched the man scribbling in his notebook, observing that he had yet to speak to anyone present at the conference. His facial expressions suggested that he was extremely uncomfortable, perhaps not attending the meeting of his own free will. Out of curiosity, opened up a program and attempted to analyse his probable ethnic background and point of origin. Unfortunately it would be difficult to accurately gauge such information from only usual sources, but the Ambassador had deactivated his effector before attending the meeting out of politeness, and would have to really on more primitive measures. In any case, the individual was likely from Central America, quite possibly of indigenous ancestry, if his appearance was anything to go by. Octavian made a mental note to pursue this line of investigation further when he returned to the Union.

Olimpiada wrote:The man was a bit shorter than Avenius, likely owing to the slightly lower gravity of Ivy, the planet (or, more accurately, orbital ring) that he had grown up on. However, he was also a bit more forward. The man knew what he wanted, and Avenius knew a man who could get it to him. “I’m not directly related to any actual sales groups in Olimpiada,” he said. “However, I do know one.” He scribbled down a name and number on a slip of paper, and handed it off to him. “Contact Thanos Nikolaides at this number. We’ve got a QE relay somewhere in this system, so you shouldn’t have to wait a few centuries for a response. You’ll be able to work out purchases with BlueSky Industries, and if not them, they can get you contact with either the Hex Conglomerate or the Mykonos Syndicate for FTL capable boats.”


Most curious. Octavian had certainly noticed his counterpart from Olimpiada, as he now identified to be man's point of origin, but had left surveillance of him to various subroutines rather than dedicating his conscious mind to the task. However, the mentioned of FTL drew his attention, and he focused his attention on the man, purposefully ignoring the drama unfolding across the room. Despite the implications of such revelations, he was well aware that he would not be allowed to remember such an occurrence and as such saw little point in paying it any attention. Instead, he was more intrigued by the revelation that the Union was by no means the only nation represented here with superluminal capabilities. There was little available information regarding Olimpiada, although he could surmise from the names the man used that it was at least partially Hellenic in culture and other data certainly indicated that they possessed rapid interstellar capabilities. The opposition of an unknown civilisation, with almost equally unknown capabilities, to the Alliance was certainly concerning, to say the least. The MID would certainly be glad for such tidbits.

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Postby Supreme Authority » Wed Aug 09, 2017 5:15 pm

Royal KaNgwane wrote:Iron Alliance International Summit
Summit Venue


King Ngwane IV and his two bodyguards were in the room of the Royal Palace in KaNyamasane. In the blink of an eye, the odd contraption they held in their hand made them appear in the summit venue. King Ngawene VI was weirded out about how it worked, but the matter at hand was observing and participating in the summit. As they appeared, the King bowed to the rest of the delegates.

"Good evening, everyone. I am King Ngawane of the Kingdom of KaNgwane, it is an honor to be participating in this event." He said, before taking a seat. His two bodyguards, paratroopers from the KMF's Royal Parachutist Force, stood behind his chair, ready in case of any attempt on his life.

The King smiled at the rest of the delegates as he pulled out a notebook to note down any important details that he thought would be important.

O-1 turned to the newest arrival. Finally, another leader here for civilized discourse rather than puerile insults. "Welcome, King Ngwane. I am O-1, head of the Overseer Council of the Supreme Authority. I hope that today you find relations with the Iron Alliance to your liking."

Olimpiada wrote:Avenius actively resisted the urge to giggle as the man censored his own speech in a strange series of clicking sounds, managing to remove every vowel from the words “democracy” and “freedom”. The behavior of fascists and their ilk was always quite humorous to watch, and this was no exception. He nearly scoffed at the idea of the Iron Alliance’s “full fury” when he realized that some nations within it did not yet possess FTL travel. A single Hwach’a-class arsenal ship could likely glass half their member states, if he remembered correctly.

“Are you aware of Louis XIV of France?” Avenius decided to take the route based on evidence rather than arguing logically, something which O-1 was clearly incapable of if he hadn’t yet abandoned his own regime. “He centralized his fractured nation during his reign, and brought France to great heights. After his death, the nation rapidly imploded into a violent revolution.” He paused, trying to recall more ancient history which the dictator might be familiar with. “Mao Zedong united a fractured China under one of the most authoritarian regimes ever to be seen, slaughtering millions in the process. The minute he died? The people began working to replace his oppressive system with a more free and capitalistic one.” A third example would likely do him well. “In Yugoslavia, following the death of Joseph Broz Tito, the nation imploded into a violent and genocidal civil war due to the aforementioned man’s attempts at rearranging the population into racial homogeneity.
And you, Ozymandias, mean to tell me that the free people of the world should look upon your works and despair? The moment age catches up to you, assuming your own people don’t speed that process, all that shall be left round the decay of that colossal wreck will be but lone and level sands.”

O-1 realized that Avenius was formulating cherry-picked examples, hoping to end the debate. He underestimates me. Good. As long as I do not permit myself to underestimate him. "Avenius, do not think me so shortsighted as to prepare for the eventuality of my death. If that comes to pass, the Council will select another O-1, and the Overseer will continue as usual. But I have no plans to die in the near future." And if the Abyss program bears fruit, possibly never. "Besides, the Supreme Authority shall not be replaced with a 'fr** and c*p*t*listic' system. In our society, our subjects are shielded from the knowledge of what fr**d*m and c*p*t*lism even is. Dominion Standard, a language superior to the English I am forced to use today, has no need of these vile concepts."

Victoriala II wrote:I'm dumbfounded. This kind of makes sense, in context. Not sure about the logistics. A sudden reveal of deity? This one (or two? Great Fuck, this is getting absurd) has a black hole of self awareness. I'm a bit disappointed, to be honest. Of all the unsalvageable faults of the cosmos, this one tries to retain an aura of false legitimacy. I'll have none of this poor insult to show, don't tell.

Fuck it, I'll be as absurd as I can. Just piss off already, would you.

I turn to the woman-half.

"Would you be a darling if you get naked in front of everyone, fold yourself twelve times and eat your lower limbs like you're Ouroboros? A little favor."

O-1 rounded on Eyling, just in time to witness Bartholomew's consumption of Skitty. A man of many atrocities such as O-1 was unfazed by even this brutal and absurd act of cannibalism. He snapped, "Eyling. You are a guest at a diplomatic summit. Apologize, or I shall evict you from this meeting."

Universal Union of Panhumanity wrote:"Good, good. It is of course vital that we all stand strong against the common foe, and we are glad that we can assist in this endeavour. You are quite right, we must always be prepared for potential conflict, and the majority of UNSAA member-states are considered to be in opposition to the Union and our goals, and it is only one or two nations within the organisation that are the cause of our hesitation. Unfortunately, many would choose to interpret Union membership in the Iron Alliance as an act of aggression, and we are currently unwilling to alienate fellow socialists, wayward though they may be. This unofficial support is currently the most that the Union government believes it is capable of providing without provoking the UNSAA. We hope you understand that we will be officially denying the existance of Union material support to the Alliance."

O-1 next spoke quietly to Octavian. "I understand your need for secrecy perfectly, and I am pleased that you recognize leaders must often conceal steel under silk. The Supreme Authority will do all within its power to preserve the public secrecy of this arrangement as well. We are grateful for your support."
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The Supreme Authority
Iron Alliance International Summit



Avenius would have properly responded to O-1, if not for him actively having to hold down his bile after watching one of the Turnabouts turn itself inside out in a macabre display of one upsmanship. Instead, he responded simply. "Just know, you cannot see into the future with any sort of reliability. The best anyone can manage is a well educated guess. So, you should hope that your guess is better educated than mine, for your sake. I'll be taking my leave. Should you deign to remove Eyling's arms, at least let us know so we can get him a new set." And with that, he transported back to Alexios's office.



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The first thing Avenius did upon arrival was to let loose with a torrent of vomit. Alexios was not pleased with the need for his marble to be cleaned. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought they didn't allow drugs in that country!"

"It fucking ate itself," he muttered. "The fucker ate itself."

"Come again?" Alexios was unsure if his research on laws in the Supreme Authority had been correct.

"The upstart in Soyouso. It ate itself to prove a point. Before that, one of them cut the Guadalupadorian delegate's arms off because they didn't like him." Avenius looked and felt drained both emotionally and physically. He didn't know if he would sleep quite right for weeks.

"You're shitting me," said Alexios. He took another look at Avenius. "You're not."

"You sent me to this shitshow. The least you can do is burn them to the ground later on, right? They need it. They're unrepentant savages. SAVAGES!" He finally lost his temper. "We've done this shit before, haven't we? Bellum Libertatis, we took on those slaving bastards with nothing but muskets. Against the Izirians, we've been doing fine despite their vast technological advantage. These fuckstains have magic of some description. I cannot understate the need for glassing them. There's some severely fucked up shit happening over there. We need to put an end to it." He wiped the last bit of spew from the corner of his mouth with the cuff of his suit, not caring how dirty it got.

Alexios considered the testimony briefly. "I would agree that they need removing, but now is not yet the time. We're still busy with the Izirians, and we've got plans to deal with another group at the moment. However, one day, we will end them."


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Victoriala II
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Postby Victoriala II » Wed Aug 09, 2017 10:13 pm

HCU

Hm.

That was absolutely disgusting and thought provoking. She fucking did it, the absolute madman. I don't know what kind of post-Camusian-Sartrean cowshit did you ingest to take that seriously. Sweet indigo fuck, and I thought this place couldn't get any more interesting. That's dandy wonderful and all, but could you just leave? The bastard keeps on being sanctimonious. If there's a Christ he better charge with rage and drive this pagan creature out. I feel like I need a drink. And a frank reply.

Before I could even tell them to finally piss off, someone comes over.

Oh great, another one.

This one told on me like I'm a child. That's hypocritical, everyone here's being unruly tadpoles. I want to chuckle. I looked on with a black face.

I shrugged. Better to stay a couple while here.

"Of course, of course. Sorry about the whole thing, that was pretty unbecoming of me." I backed away from him. "I like how he took it seriously though, got us speechless. We've seen worse."

I gesture myself done with that past and considered the exchange finished. My (half-hearted) attention turns back to Avenius, aaaaand he's gone.

Hm.

I walk away to somewhere else. An open window or whichever.
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Postby Palenquan Union » Thu Aug 10, 2017 6:14 am

In a few minutes, things had escalated such that the scene was wholly beyond Sorghum-Iron's comprehension, not that he had much grasp of it in the first place. First was some rant about governmental systems, all that. Something about fascism in this country called Soyouso. Whatever was actually going on, they sure kept advertising their 'fascism', but Sorghum-Iron had read up about what fascism was before, and he really felt the need to correct the seething dictator that what they did was some really basic right-wing authoritarianism. Where was the part about the New Man ascending from the ashes of liberal society? Or maybe it was just a matter of interpretation. After all, he was in this wacky universe (if it was even a single one) and definitions being different would be the minimal of divergences.

Sorghum-Iron felt you could word things better concerning 'how to deal with a traitor' than throwing in very plebeian expletives and profanity. And also that you could have more glorious titles than 'dictator', which in itself possessed little substantial value anyway compared to 'guide' which at least necessitated something besides being able to order everyone to not eat pineapples on pizza. But that was his own opinion, and he remembered how the Dorian ambassador was dismembered brutally before his eyes.

The King of some Bantu kingdom had arrived, and Sorghum-Iron was relieved that another fairly sensible and competent individual worthy of the title of 'leader' had came to the conference. "A P-51 Mustang that can fly to the moon," the K'antzil thought. This timeline was weird. The Union might have space shuttles propelled with ion thrusters, but getting a propeller aircraft to fly to Luna was something unimaginable even to sci-fi authors resident to it.

The successive transfigurations of Turnabout somewhat entertained but more horrified Sorghum-Iron especially when the act of ouroboroism unfolded before his eyes. What the actual fuck. He didn't want to question why it happened, or the scientific working theory behind how the guy split into two.

Anyway, now that a decent part of the conference weren't making Sorghum-Iron have headaches or trying to insult the purpose of the meeting, the ambassador, respecting the trade he was in, attempted to survey these nations' delegates and observed closely to find opportunities where he could at least mutually bookmark the states for perhaps discussions outside of the room later on.
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Postby Soyouso » Thu Aug 10, 2017 8:54 am

The dictator's halves sat and spoke to each other in Soyousian, probably discussing how awkward their stunt was, their impressions on the newcomers, though technically they shared most thoughts so this was like thinking out loud. Their language sounded similar to German in pronounciation, but it's words mostly were nowhere near resembling. They were waiting to be approached by anyone not in conversation already. Bartholomew asked High Sacrificial Priest Selx something, and he joined the conversation.

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Postby Harmoor » Fri Aug 11, 2017 2:15 pm

The unfathomable ratio at which even the most sophisticated minds of Harmoor remained outclassed even amongst the standard issue bodyguards at both peak physical and mental performance, including standard scientific knowledge, was blatant even prior to the arrival of the Harmooric Diplomatic Incursion, from the still sailing, iron hulled, cannon baring vessel that brought the ambassadors to the Summit, to the outright awkward difference in attire between the majority of the guests, compared to themselves; garments which would be more suited within the history books of centuries past.

First emerging from their transport, a rather small and uninspiring-compared to the variety of other ships at the Summit- Steamboat, where two Pith helmet, wooden rifle wielding guardsmen, the Harmooric elite of the Town Watch, the Military Police force tasked with the governance of all those who subdue to Harmooric rule. Stacking the out of place nature of their accessories, they held upon themselves obscure Metallic exoskeletons, which appeared to provide no viable reason for existence as a tool that would do nought but hamper the manoeuvrability of the Watch. Even though they remained outclassed in both departments of defence,mental stability and overall development compared to their space-faring counterparts attending the Summit, the Watchmen took on the appearance of feeling nought but strict neutrality, no matter how much they truly wanted to marvel and gaze upon the shiny machines that surrounded them.

Following the Watchmen, came the true Ambassador to the Summit, the very "Monarch" of the Harmoors, the Grand Admiral of the Red, Abraham Cromwell II, or, at the very least one of the many Admirals of Harmoor claiming to control over the islands upon the thin vale of a disguise that the Grand Admiral provided, if that theory is to believed. Stepping out of the steamboat and into the Summit hall holding an expression that simply glowed with the Grand Admirals complete over-abundance of indifference to the event, and all others who have to discuss matters of varying importance, Narrowly missing the previous events, entering quietly and sitting in his assumed designated seat, followed by his chosen Watchmen, and attempted to speak to those attending the summit, to introduce himself to the group of varying individuals attending.

"Greetings, Gentlemen and Women alike, attending this quite splendid ceremony of attempted civil and polite discourse amongst those of similar mindset and hopes. I am the Grand Admiral of Red Abraham Cromwell the Second, Lord Protector of the Harmooric Archipelago and humble ruler, and both ambassador to my nation during this event. Terribly sorry for being late, as it appears many a starring conversation has already taken place, and I have unfortunately undergone the misfortune of missing out upon these surely intelligent debates. May my appearance at this International Summit alone be of sufficient apology, considering the tremendous natural challenges I had to overcome of undergo to arrive here. Would someone please delight me, and bring me up to speed upon the topics of discussion that I have so cruelly missed?"


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Postby Awitha » Sat Aug 12, 2017 6:55 am

Whithammer looked over at the new arrival and got up to walk over.
Whithammer would greet the Grand Admiral from Hamoor. He would be greeted by the weird wolfish creature who also possessed small antlers, his fur was a grayish white color. He was a Wintarvian
"H-hello I'm Whithammer from the Awithan empire, what's your name?"
"Anyways about news our empire has been kinda isolationist for a long time we don't really knows what goes on outside Taonus" he explained.
"I would ask someone else"
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Postby Harmoor » Sat Aug 12, 2017 7:50 am

Awitha wrote:Whithammer looked over at the new arrival and got up to walk over.
Whithammer would greet the Grand Admiral from Hamoor. He would be greeted by the weird wolfish creature who also possessed small antlers, his fur was a grayish white color. He was a Wintarvian
"H-hello I'm Whithammer from the Awithan empire, what's your name?"
"Anyways about news our empire has been kinda isolationist for a long time we don't really knows what goes on outside Taonus" he explained.
"I would ask someone else"

The Grand Admiral would look over the bewildering creature over and over, lost in both amusement, and amazement. He had been forced to interrogate or entertain many abhuman guests in the past, but he had never seen those lacking Human blood as equals, let alone those who abandon all appearances of past humanity, if these beastly creatures even once humoured being of his own kin. Nevertheless, within such a professional environment as a political meeting between empires of varying, yet usually extreme grandeur, it remained not his job to openly discriminate and antagonise those who could perhaps provide vital future support once the Admiral finally acquainted himself with all who choose to be here,regardless of their species, instead to at least feign interest and compassion to those of lesser origin from that of the Human Race.
After a sizeable pause, and with a firm handshake to what he presumed was this entities hand, the friendliest smile he could possibly bring himself to show, he attempted to be as neutral as possible, considering what he was being forced to communicate with.
"...Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Mr Whithammer of...Awithia, was it? I have heard nought of your Imperial conquests or nation, but I would not be against increasing my knowledge of all that may be my future 'allies' that I shall no doubt meet at this meeting of wits.


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Postby Supreme Authority » Sat Aug 12, 2017 8:26 pm

@Harmoor
Soon after the Grand Admiral and his retinue teleported to the meeting and were cleared by security, their cells opened and they were led to the meeting hall. Meanwhile, two Supreme Authority frigates intercepted the Harmoor steamboat, radioing their peaceful intentions and deploying aerial surveillance drones several kilometers around them. In addition to the interceptor wing flying in a holding pattern above, these vessels would ensure that no harm came to the steamboat or its crew.
At the meeting, O-1 walked over to the new arrivals. He was pleased that the Harmoor delegation had come seeking diplomacy rather than childish insults. "Grand Admiral Cromwell II. Welcome to the Iron Alliance International Summit. I am O-1, head of the Overseer Council of the Supreme Authority. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to learn more of the Iron Alliance. I would be pleased to increase your knowledge of the Supreme Authority and the Iron Alliance. Do you have any immediate questions that I may be able to answer?" Maybe this ambassador will actually listen to reason.
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Postby -The Eurasian Empire- » Sat Aug 12, 2017 9:45 pm

The Lord Victor took it as appropriate time to continue the converse with esteemed guests in the summit, he was the Supreme Leader, slightly not well-steamed for the position by his dream have gen his stepfather was keeping the Alliance alive and well to bashing his enemies into corpses until they become nonexistent in existence itself.His appearance was quite different before he was wearing a black father's(Preacher) uniform as they do in church, when praising their fictional gods in their religion with expect for the black pant they also wear, beginning replaced by quite shorts he had on going just above his thigh as woman would have it with their short, for he was a shameless fellow and easily got away with him being mistaken for adorable and handsome child of 12 year olds with a height of 5'0, his hair was dark grayish blue and short just about covering his eye patch with that he had on high knee black dress socks with black canvas shoes in his full appearance of walking towards the Grand Admiral, ironically around his neck would a sliver pentagram with a horned skull in the center, only representing his household that is all.Victor would blink his eye changing the color from a dark blue to a dark red.He gave a polite smile and spoken when Mister Zero finished speaking to not play as rude,"Welcome Admiral, welcome to Iron Alliance International Summit has my friend, Mister Zero did.My name is Victor Vonstein, the Fourth Emperor of the Eurasian Federation and Supreme Leader of the Iron Alliance.As Mister recently said do you have any questions of the Community and adding myself on the creation of it?"
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Postby Harmoor » Sun Aug 13, 2017 3:07 am

Supreme Authority wrote:@Harmoor
Soon after the Grand Admiral and his retinue teleported to the meeting and were cleared by security, their cells opened and they were led to the meeting hall. Meanwhile, two Supreme Authority frigates intercepted the Harmoor steamboat, radioing their peaceful intentions and deploying aerial surveillance drones several kilometers around them. In addition to the interceptor wing flying in a holding pattern above, these vessels would ensure that no harm came to the steamboat or its crew.
At the meeting, O-1 walked over to the new arrivals. He was pleased that the Harmoor delegation had come seeking diplomacy rather than childish insults. "Grand Admiral Cromwell II. Welcome to the Iron Alliance International Summit. I am O-1, head of the Overseer Council of the Supreme Authority. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to learn more of the Iron Alliance. I would be pleased to increase your knowledge of the Supreme Authority and the Iron Alliance. Do you have any immediate questions that I may be able to answer?" Maybe this ambassador will actually listen to reason.

The Crew of the steamboat, going under the title of the SS Absolution, at first resented and attempted to reject the notion of extra surveillance and security from outside forces, especially those of unknown flying contraptions. Having no such technology to compare to modern radio, the crew had no possible way of interacting with the creatures of mechanical origin above them, and where on the edge of attempting to fire into the air against them, before calm was brought upon the ship as the skipper reported seeing such drones over other ships, providing vital information from inferring the intentions of the entities being solely peaceful and protective, upon which the turmoil on the ship died down as the crew returned to standard positions, some still staring into the sky, gazing in amazement at that which flies, but is no bird.
Meanwhile:
"Many thanks for this warm welcome, Sire. My intentions at this meeting remains strictly diplomatic in nature, especially with this Iron Alliance that has been mentioned. If I where to increase my currently extremely limited and vague knowledge of all these splendid quests and nations that have chosen, as me, to attend such a meeting, I would certainly want to know more about you, dear sir. Oh-One? Supreme Authority? Surely those remain as some sorts of code names of indentity protection, providing diplomatic immunity under another alias, no? If we are to create, as my hopes guide me, true and long lasting alliances here, we must provide some level or truth throughout our society, be I incorrect? Unless, of course, your true title remains as Oh-One from birth, of which I hope you would accept my deepest apologies for any possible offence I may have generated.

-The Eurasian Empire- wrote:The Lord Victor took it as appropriate time to continue the converse with esteemed guests in the summit, he was the Supreme Leader, slightly not well-steamed for the position by his dream have gen his stepfather was keeping the Alliance alive and well to bashing his enemies into corpses until they become nonexistent in existence itself.His appearance was quite different before he was wearing a black father's(Preacher) uniform as they do in church, when praising their fictional gods in their religion with expect for the black pant they also wear, beginning replaced by quite shorts he had on going just above his thigh as woman would have it with their short, for he was a shameless fellow and easily got away with him being mistaken for adorable and handsome child of 12 year olds with a height of 5'0, his hair was dark grayish blue and short just about covering his eye patch with that he had on high knee black dress socks with black canvas shoes in his full appearance of walking towards the Grand Admiral, ironically around his neck would a sliver pentagram with a horned skull in the center, only representing his household that is all.Victor would blink his eye changing the color from a dark blue to a dark red.He gave a polite smile and spoken when Mister Zero finished speaking to not play as rude,"Welcome Admiral, welcome to Iron Alliance International Summit has my friend, Mister Zero did.My name is Victor Vonstein, the Fourth Emperor of the Eurasian Federation and Supreme Leader of the Iron Alliance.As Mister recently said do you have any questions of the Community and adding myself on the creation of it?"


Turning away from O-1, The Grand Admiral would only once gaze upon the Lord Victor, before mumbling something under his breath, mainly around his confusion of ambassador's possibly bringing their children to this strictly serious occasion, before turning back to the Lord, appearing to attempt a friendly expression to the child, turning away from his usual neutral expression to feign joy to those of younger material.
"Well hello there, young chap. Victor of house Vonstein, is it? The name rings fresh bells in my mind, yet I cannot place myself upon for whom they toll, So terribly sorry for not particularly remembering. And yes, I do in-fact have many a question to ask both you and all those attending, such as-
Terribly sorry my sir, but did you not say that you remain of Imperial throne, be that the fourth of his Kind? Oh, I beg and hope, nothing tragic happened to that of whom was upon the throne previously, to fill his demised position with you, of-Forgive me for saying this- Whom remains particularly young in the scenario of international diplomacy?


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Corporate Police State

Postby Pax Cybertronian » Sun Aug 13, 2017 10:44 am




Iron Alliance International Summit



Starscream glared at the capital of the Supreme Authority's empire. This "Iron Aliance", a conclave of warmongers and imperialists; warring nemesis of the United Nations Against Supreme Authority And Allies. They believe themselves to be unyielding and unbreakable, even comparing themselves to the metal substance iron. Exactly what the Cybertronian Empire needed to align with. It had only been a stellar cycle or so since the High Lords had decreed that it would be vital to the interest of the Decepticon cause to create a galactic organisation where fellow empires could commune on galactic conquest. Of course, this could always just lead to more territory for him if their alliance broke into pieces because of some petty, inane reason.

Beside him was Megatron, founder and Decepticon Emperor. He adorned a long red velvet cape, created in the mining colony Messatine. It would be vital for the Empire to show its dominance here, especially with the high amount of low-life organic sub-sentients scurrying around them. Showing their regality would likely terrify the other Nations into obedience, or whatever the reason they had even came here. As always, the ever-loyal Soundwave stood beside him, also adorning a red velvet cape. Starscream regarded him as a mindless sycophant; an obedient drone, even. Though even he would admit that his ability as a spy was superb, especially his ability to conjure up GroundBridges and deliver his foe a frustrating defeat.

"Do tell me, 'O great and mighty Megatron," Starscream inquired, with a hint of conceited snark in his voice. "why are we here?"

Megatron lifted a hologram and displayed it in front of him. A light blue light shone from it, displaying a quick description of the International Summit, and beside it, a picture of O-1 was shown. "To create allies for our alliance... In the interest of both the GIL and Cybertron, of course," Megatron responded. Pulling out three magical tokens, Megatron handed two of the tokens to Starscream and Soundwave. "I think it's time to meet our... future allies..." Megatron muttered the final word menacingly. Conquest was upon them. "No ego-stroking, Starscream."

"Yeah, yeah, shut up..." Starscream responded while slightly snarling at him, agitated. He believed himself to be the perfect candidate for Decepticon leadership, and as President of the Democratic Republic of Cybertron, or just the Republic of Cybertron, he should be able to do whatever he wanted to. Still, he accepted that it would probably be best to hide how glorious he thought himself to be at the diplomatic meeting. Finally, Megatron, Starscream and Soundwave activated the device, teleporting the trio to the location of the summit.
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Postby Soyouso » Sun Aug 13, 2017 1:09 pm

Skitty was the first of the Soyousian to notice the three Decepticon's entry. She, along with her counterpart Bartholomew, seemed to getba queer curiosity with the newcomers. They had heard of Pax Cybertronian, but never had any contact or with them or it's inhabitants. Bartholomew walked over, and unclipped High Priest Selx from his leash. He had a black collar, one a dog would wear. Bartholomew explained his task. "Play nice with the other diplomats, Selx. You know all of the necessary information for those wishing to gain familiarity with our nation. I will be off talking, it doesn't make sense for the Enforcer of an alliance to not." Selx nodded, calmly curtsying to his god. "Aye, mi'lord, mi'lady. You have my word."

Both halves of Turnabout floated towards Starscream, then circled around him. Being the same people, they regularly finished each other's sentances.
"Welcome to the Iron Alliance International summit,"
"...you three. I am Dictator-Warlord Turnabout, the leader of the Fascist Military Dictatorship,"
"...of Soyouso, and the Enforcer of the Iron Alliance,"
"...in charge of making sure nations involved in our alliance respect our policy,"
"...to keep strength and unity alive. I take it that you are the Decepticon diplomats of Pax Cybertronian. Paticularly recognize you, Megatron."
Each sat on Starscream's what-they-assumed-to-be-the-closest-equivalent-to-shoulders (They are unfamiliar with their anatomy), Skitty on the right and Bartholomew on the left, who then began to speak. "You all are indeed tall. I'm jealous. To be fair, I'm small for a human. Well, I'm only humanoid, nowadays. I'm never going to get used to that."
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Postby Pax Cybertronian » Sun Aug 13, 2017 2:20 pm



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Iron Alliance International Summit


Megatron was surprised at the arrival of the diplomats. He'd expected the first member of the Iron Alliance he met to be more... imposing. Intimidating, even; but Megatron, nor Starscream or Soundwave, would be intimidated by a feeble organic, easily crushed by the weight of their struts. Bartholomew's mentioning about the Transformers' height made Megatron laugh a little, but he kept it hidden. Finally, he spoke to them. "Yes, we are the Decepticon diplomats. Starscream is the President of the Republic of Cybertron, Soundwave is the Head of Communications, and I am the Emperor of the Cybertronian Empire."

Starscream quickly butted in after Megatron had finished. "We are also the founders of the Galactic Imperialistic Legions, an alliance which you may be familiar with."

Soundwave stared at High Priest Selx "playing" with the other diplomats, and Megatron quickly picked up on this. "Ah! Soundwave here is curious about the High Priest and why he's wearing a black collar, as if he was a Lupinoid. He doesn't speak much, but he isn't mute."

Then, Soundwave proceeded to replay part of what Bartholomew said earlier, regarding the task which he set Selx to do; dialogue, visuals, everything: "Play nice with the other diplomats, Selx. You know all of the necessary information for those wishing to gain familiarity with our nation. I will be off talking; it doesn't make sense for the Enforcer of an alliance to not."

Megatron almost immediately thought that Bartholomew and Turnabout would be weirded out regarding Soundwave. "Soundwave here, as our Head of Communications and Grand Inquisitor, records our conversation. All of it. He's capable of picking up quiet, whispered speech. It's a necessity when deploying double agents into the forces of the Autobots. He has a Minicon called Laserbeak, but he's currently deployed him back at Cybertron to observe the Autobots and Neutrals on Cybertron. Even now, Laserbeak is recording their conversations and their very movements."
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Postby -The Eurasian Empire- » Sun Aug 13, 2017 5:38 pm

Harmoor wrote:
Supreme Authority wrote:@Harmoor
Soon after the Grand Admiral and his retinue teleported to the meeting and were cleared by security, their cells opened and they were led to the meeting hall. Meanwhile, two Supreme Authority frigates intercepted the Harmoor steamboat, radioing their peaceful intentions and deploying aerial surveillance drones several kilometers around them. In addition to the interceptor wing flying in a holding pattern above, these vessels would ensure that no harm came to the steamboat or its crew.
At the meeting, O-1 walked over to the new arrivals. He was pleased that the Harmoor delegation had come seeking diplomacy rather than childish insults. "Grand Admiral Cromwell II. Welcome to the Iron Alliance International Summit. I am O-1, head of the Overseer Council of the Supreme Authority. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to learn more of the Iron Alliance. I would be pleased to increase your knowledge of the Supreme Authority and the Iron Alliance. Do you have any immediate questions that I may be able to answer?" Maybe this ambassador will actually listen to reason.

The Crew of the steamboat, going under the title of the SS Absolution, at first resented and attempted to reject the notion of extra surveillance and security from outside forces, especially those of unknown flying contraptions. Having no such technology to compare to modern radio, the crew had no possible way of interacting with the creatures of mechanical origin above them, and where on the edge of attempting to fire into the air against them, before calm was brought upon the ship as the skipper reported seeing such drones over other ships, providing vital information from inferring the intentions of the entities being solely peaceful and protective, upon which the turmoil on the ship died down as the crew returned to standard positions, some still staring into the sky, gazing in amazement at that which flies, but is no bird.
Meanwhile:
"Many thanks for this warm welcome, Sire. My intentions at this meeting remains strictly diplomatic in nature, especially with this Iron Alliance that has been mentioned. If I where to increase my currently extremely limited and vague knowledge of all these splendid quests and nations that have chosen, as me, to attend such a meeting, I would certainly want to know more about you, dear sir. Oh-One? Supreme Authority? Surely those remain as some sorts of code names of indentity protection, providing diplomatic immunity under another alias, no? If we are to create, as my hopes guide me, true and long lasting alliances here, we must provide some level or truth throughout our society, be I incorrect? Unless, of course, your true title remains as Oh-One from birth, of which I hope you would accept my deepest apologies for any possible offence I may have generated.

-The Eurasian Empire- wrote:The Lord Victor took it as appropriate time to continue the converse with esteemed guests in the summit, he was the Supreme Leader, slightly not well-steamed for the position by his dream have gen his stepfather was keeping the Alliance alive and well to bashing his enemies into corpses until they become nonexistent in existence itself.His appearance was quite different before he was wearing a black father's(Preacher) uniform as they do in church, when praising their fictional gods in their religion with expect for the black pant they also wear, beginning replaced by quite shorts he had on going just above his thigh as woman would have it with their short, for he was a shameless fellow and easily got away with him being mistaken for adorable and handsome child of 12 year olds with a height of 5'0, his hair was dark grayish blue and short just about covering his eye patch with that he had on high knee black dress socks with black canvas shoes in his full appearance of walking towards the Grand Admiral, ironically around his neck would a sliver pentagram with a horned skull in the center, only representing his household that is all.Victor would blink his eye changing the color from a dark blue to a dark red.He gave a polite smile and spoken when Mister Zero finished speaking to not play as rude,"Welcome Admiral, welcome to Iron Alliance International Summit has my friend, Mister Zero did.My name is Victor Vonstein, the Fourth Emperor of the Eurasian Federation and Supreme Leader of the Iron Alliance.As Mister recently said do you have any questions of the Community and adding myself on the creation of it?"


Turning away from O-1, The Grand Admiral would only once gaze upon the Lord Victor, before mumbling something under his breath, mainly around his confusion of ambassador's possibly bringing their children to this strictly serious occasion, before turning back to the Lord, appearing to attempt a friendly expression to the child, turning away from his usual neutral expression to feign joy to those of younger material.
"Well hello there, young chap. Victor of house Vonstein, is it? The name rings fresh bells in my mind, yet I cannot place myself upon for whom they toll, So terribly sorry for not particularly remembering. And yes, I do in-fact have many a question to ask both you and all those attending, such as-
Terribly sorry my sir, but did you not say that you remain of Imperial throne, be that the fourth of his Kind? Oh, I beg and hope, nothing tragic happened to that of whom was upon the throne previously, to fill his demised position with you, of-Forgive me for saying this- Whom remains particularly young in the scenario of international diplomacy?

"Nothing happened to my predecessor, he had fallen ill and will not be retaking the Throne, from which here I still stand, the Monarch of the Eurasian Federation, iron with will and might, as citizens of my fair country will obey without fail, they have their freedoms by obedience, they can be taken if a rebellion was to happen, but that is unlikely with the Dystopian measures the Vonstein Regime has made for freedom and order, hand in hand.The Government has turned humanist innocents into Cyborgian machines with the core of transhumanism and the extinction of religion in the Federation, without the morals, the ethnics, and the fanatical fools preaching against it.The Demon's rule is divine, unbreakable, unbroken and other fancy words of the strong over the weak-minded.Now, shall you treat me as a formable leader of a nation instead of a Mother's boy? That would be much appreciated, Admiral." His eyes would glow blood-red, with a small grin.
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Supreme Authority » Sun Aug 13, 2017 7:13 pm

Harmoor wrote:The Crew of the steamboat, going under the title of the SS Absolution, at first resented and attempted to reject the notion of extra surveillance and security from outside forces, especially those of unknown flying contraptions. Having no such technology to compare to modern radio, the crew had no possible way of interacting with the creatures of mechanical origin above them, and where on the edge of attempting to fire into the air against them, before calm was brought upon the ship as the skipper reported seeing such drones over other ships, providing vital information from inferring the intentions of the entities being solely peaceful and protective, upon which the turmoil on the ship died down as the crew returned to standard positions, some still staring into the sky, gazing in amazement at that which flies, but is no bird.
Meanwhile:
"Many thanks for this warm welcome, Sire. My intentions at this meeting remains strictly diplomatic in nature, especially with this Iron Alliance that has been mentioned. If I where to increase my currently extremely limited and vague knowledge of all these splendid quests and nations that have chosen, as me, to attend such a meeting, I would certainly want to know more about you, dear sir. Oh-One? Supreme Authority? Surely those remain as some sorts of code names of indentity protection, providing diplomatic immunity under another alias, no? If we are to create, as my hopes guide me, true and long lasting alliances here, we must provide some level or truth throughout our society, be I incorrect? Unless, of course, your true title remains as Oh-One from birth, of which I hope you would accept my deepest apologies for any possible offence I may have generated.

He appears to value chivalry. Useful to know, and certainly a refreshing change from that bastard from Guadalupador. "Of course. O-1 is not my birth name, though it is now my name for as long as I may live. When new members are appointed to the Overseer Council, it is a time-honored tradition that one abandons his or her previous name, and receives a new name to reflect his or her new role. This act symbolizes the leader's resolve, commitment, and sacrifice to pursue the good of the Supreme Authority and its subjects over his own self." Not the whole truth, but close enough. Briefly looking down at his tablet, he saw a notification that the SS Absolution was under the Supreme Authority's protection, and that one of the drones had delivered a portable radio to the Absolution. "In addition, I have just learned of your steamboat's encounter with our escorts. I give you my personal assurance that our escort vessels are only for your protection, and I will withdraw them if you so desire. But I hope that they may also serve as a demonstration of the technological and national benefits that membership in the Iron Alliance could potentially make available to you. So if you please, would you elaborate on yourself?"

Pax Cybertronian wrote:


Iron Alliance International Summit



Starscream glared at the capital of the Supreme Authority's empire. This "Iron Aliance", a conclave of warmongers and imperialists; warring nemesis of the United Nations Against Supreme Authority And Allies. They believe themselves to be unyielding and unbreakable, even comparing themselves to the metal substance iron. Exactly what the Cybertronian Empire needed to align with. It had only been a stellar cycle or so since the High Lords had decreed that it would be vital to the interest of the Decepticon cause to create a galactic organisation where fellow empires could commune on galactic conquest. Of course, this could always just lead to more territory for him if their alliance broke into pieces because of some petty, inane reason.

Beside him was Megatron, founder and Decepticon Emperor. He adorned a long red velvet cape, created in the mining colony Messatine. It would be vital for the Empire to show its dominance here, especially with the high amount of low-life organic sub-sentients scurrying around them. Showing their regality would likely terrify the other Nations into obedience, or whatever the reason they had even came here. As always, the ever-loyal Soundwave stood beside him, also adorning a red velvet cape. Starscream regarded him as a mindless sycophant; an obedient drone, even. Though even he would admit that his ability as a spy was superb, especially his ability to conjure up GroundBridges and deliver his foe a frustrating defeat.

"Do tell me, 'O great and mighty Megatron," Starscream inquired, with a hint of conceited snark in his voice. "why are we here?"

Megatron lifted a hologram and displayed it in front of him. A light blue light shone from it, displaying a quick description of the International Summit, and beside it, a picture of O-1 was shown. "To create allies for our alliance... In the interest of both the GIL and Cybertron, of course," Megatron responded. Pulling out three magical tokens, Megatron handed two of the tokens to Starscream and Soundwave. "I think it's time to meet our... future allies..." Megatron muttered the final word menacingly. Conquest was upon them. "No ego-stroking, Starscream."

"Yeah, yeah, shut up..." Starscream responded while slightly snarling at him, agitated. He believed himself to be the perfect candidate for Decepticon leadership, and as President of the Democratic Republic of Cybertron, or just the Republic of Cybertron, he should be able to do whatever he wanted to. Still, he accepted that it would probably be best to hide how glorious he thought himself to be at the diplomatic meeting. Finally, Megatron, Starscream and Soundwave activated the device, teleporting the trio to the location of the summit.

O-1 next went to greet the new arrivals. "Hello, and welcome to the Iron Alliance International Summit. I am O-1, head of the Overseer Council of the Supreme Authority. I must confess; it is not every day that I am able to converse with robotic leaders such as yourselves. Your membership in the Iron Alliance would make the name much more literal indeed."
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Postby Soyouso » Sun Aug 13, 2017 7:55 pm

@Pax Cybertronian

"Aye, I've heard of your alliance. The Eurasians are part of it, 'tis part of how I got word. I remember when my nation was imperialist, those were fun days. But we aren't anymore. I had other ambitions for Soyouso I saw more fitting for the prosperity of my people." Skitty decided not to go into it, wanting them to decide for themselves whether they wanted to figure it out.

Bartholomew looked at Soundwave, as did Skitty soon afterwards. Each, while 22 years old, and identifiable as adults, still had a child-like cuteness. It was hard for anyone to find Turnabout (which was what they as a single being were called) threatening. Unless, of course, they were familiar with their bloody reputation, known for the brutal torture and killings of anyone who dares commit a crime against their country, and their skills as a military leader on the front lines. But with their adorable, nearing pure face of innocence and curiosity when looking at Soundwave, it was hard to believe it.

"He can? What a useful skill. He vaguely reminds me of our Chief of Justice, Don Right. He isn't much for conversation either. He's deaf, but he can read lips. It is by choice. He has hightened senses in other areas, and as such is one of my deadliest underlingks. He manages to scare me at times. But he's no traitor. I can smell those types. Fact, I sniffed one out yesterday. I just haven't decided what I want to kill him with yet." Bartholomew went leery eyed. He had gained suspicions about one of his advisors recently, and would likely kill him the next time he let his guard down. If Starscream were human and under Turnabout, he would be royally screwed. Bartholomew continued, to answer Soundwave's curiousity.

"Oh, him. The black and white painted clown is High Sacrificial Priest Mortimer Selx. He is one of my acolytes, meaning he gave his soul to serve and worship me for the rest of his days. I literally own him. As a lesser god in my religion, he is one of my devout followers. I used to be human, but the high war god, whom is one of my two spouses, honored me with the gift of ascending. Now, Selx was mein underlingk before that, and has always been my loyal friend and bootlicker. Literally. I have a chain on my throne just for that task. He knows his place, and often preaches the law of Soyouso in the streets. He's quite the flatterer- no, his obsequious attitude is more than flattery. He venerates my statues, as is normal treatment of gods where I come from. But he is genuine." The religion in Soyouso was similar to the Aztec's. Sacrificial, polytheistic, and ancient. In their universe, such things were real, though they coexist with non-lawbreaking religions easily. It's values went well with Soyousian fascism, it's sacrifices usually actually executions of criminals for convenience. Throwing people into volcanoes or ripping their heart outwas good entertainment for the gods and the rather creepy Soyousian children.

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