Grand Banquet of New Allies (FT|Open)

[Grittonia]

Grrtary Prime, Grrtary Sector, GBA controlled Space, the Galaxy

Chairman Sann Duo sat in his seat.
Thinking about the Grittonian Banking Authority of Ghat and Grrtary's position in the Galaxy, he asked for a cup of tea.
''Greg, te'rer tua porr'unda t'ee?''
''Purundo Sann.''

Greg, his assistant and high priest of a local religion which has money as a god, went towards the replicator.

''Greg, not'runa replicator. Pura.''
''Aye. Pura t'ee.''

Greg walked towards the kitchen, as Sann didn't like the 'fake' tea.

A few minutes later, Greg came back in with the tea.

''Da'nke Scho'n.''
''We should speak in english, that creepy droid is here.''
''Oh. Alright. Thank you. Now, we need allies, customers and victims are our power is stable and thus not growing.''
''No! Really?''
''I speak the truth.''
''Fuck!''
''You need to write a invitation to any viable power in the Galaxy.''
''Shall do.''

Dear viable power,

We, from the GBA, are seeking more allies/customers/victims.

As such, we are planning a Grand Banquet of New Allies to discuss a alliance between our great powers which we represent.
The GBNA will be held in our magnificent Main Base which can be seen from anywhere in the Grrtary Sector/System.
When you arrive at the Grrtary Sector (You can choose to arrive via a Hermes Gate, a Wormhole gate, A Main Base Catching module, Warp, Hyperspace or random luck), you will need to communicate with the Main Base and when they ask a entry point code reply: #00F100U

Then, a small patrol will come and escort you to your allocated hangar and there will be your personal guide which will be able to guide you around, should you want to have a tour around the Main Base.

Signed,
Chairman Sann Duo.

March with arms, as being shot isn't profitable.

[Crabulonia]

Dear Chairman Sann Duo,

I happen to have one of my Generals available in the area. He is with his Acclamator Class ship, 1000 THMC Killbot V2s, 10 000 Commandoes, and 5 Dreadcloak fighters. He will be happy to appear at your meeting to discuss us becoming an ally/customer/victim, though the last position we may like to quarrel with. Look after him, try keep him from getting in fights. Scar removal is beginning to become punitively expensive.

With Jingo we march

Chief General Valienté


Meanwhile aboard the fallace, General Caballero was acting as he always was, like a bastard.

"Cadet Dogsbody!"
"My name isn't Dogsbody sir, didn't Valienté tell you to stop this nonsens..."

A loud slapping sound reverberated in the controlroom. He grabbed the Cadet by the front of his

"Shut your face, you cocksuckin', motherlickin' and daddyfuckin' bast..."

Caballero was interrupted middle of his lambasting by the click of his screen

"CABALLERO!"
"Yes sir, Chief General sir!"
"Stop abusing the Cadets! Do you know your ship sheds more Cadets per year than our entire fleet?"
"No sir! I was not aware of that statistic, sir!"
"Enough of the sir crap Caballero, hardly suits you. Look, you're supposed to be our renegade General, so we understand you're a bit of a bastard, but very successful at what you do. But we cannot afford to keep paying Cadets off because of your abuse!"
"Alrigh, what you transmitting for anyway?"
"We've heard from Chairman Sann Duo of Gritonnian Banking Authority that they want allies/customers/victims. Negotiate us a contract"
"Alright Chief."
"And remember, one more bruise on a Cadet, and we'll have to think about demoting you."

With this, Caballero was on his way to meet the Chairman.

"Cadet, warp our engines to the max!"
"Can't break the laws of physics, sir"

Caballero sighed and laid his head in his hands.

"Fine, warp our engines to the moderate"

[Grittonia]

Dear Chief General Valienté,

We shall await General Caballero arrival.

Should General Caballero require it, we have a extensive facial surgery unit at the Main Base.
While we do not know how it works on humans, it works miracles on Ghat's and Ghamans (Ghat-Human) alike.

Signed,
Chairman Sann Duo.

March with arms, as being shot is not profitable.

[Crabulonia]

Caballero's sleeping quarters were next door to the control rooms.

While listening to the click, click, click of the affectionately-named Dogsbody, Caballero was preparing himself for the visit.

"Dogsbody, is this an official state visit or a military confrontation?"
"If I had to guess, I might float towards the former, sir."
"Ahh, good boy."

Caballero changed out of his woodland camo, what was he thinking, woodlands hadn't existed on Crabulonia for many years. It would have to be official military dress.

He walked over to his full length cupboard to find his official Generals uniform. A heavy dark green jacket, with epaulettes, gold rope from the left shoulder to below the right waist, black buttons - single breasted - up the jacket from the waist to the neck. What was most intriguing about Caballero, was his seeming rejection of tradition. His outfit was markedly different from any other General, mainly due to the tartan trousers he wore as a throw-back to the days he fought on a mysterious planet which was the colour of tartan. He also donned a cowboy hat and two Magnum .44s, despire the fact that these guns were wonderfully out of date. He could have used his Follas Design 122 pistol, but this was just an overglorified laser pistol. His right breast was decorated with 5 medals, from his operations. He had won these medals while he was still a Cabo, fighting it out in petty conflicts before his talent was recognised and he was catapulted to General.

"Where are we Dogsbody?"
"About four hours from the banquet."
"You serious? Four fucking hours? I could learn violin in that time."
"Why don't you then, sir?"
"Don't be so ungodly insolent you Cadet bastard, where the fuck my going to find a violin out here? You not remember that Woolworths went bust in the past, so the plan to have at least one Woolworths on every planet went out the fucking porthole. I need a drink."
"I'll get someone on it, sir."
"Wonderful."

Caballero walked over to the large window at the front of the control room, looking out onto the vast dark abyss of space, permeated by the occasional star or weather satellite. He was in fact apathetic to what was before him, so what, it was darkness? He supposed to be impressed? Apparently so, as this was customary in the Crabulonic Texts.

[Grittonia]

Main Base, Sann Duo's office/house/club

Sann Duo placed a HoloDisk in the Audio Manager in front of him.
Out of it came , blasting hard, jump music.

''Ah. I love it. Now, to get ready... Solar Laser Rifle. Check, here on the table. Outfit?''
Sann checked himself and saw his blue suit with Porru fur.

''Looking good. GBA welcome gifts? ...in the cupboard, I believe.''
Sann walked towards the cupboard and saw the standard buttons and posters.
''Oh, yeah. T'Hunka made the gifts so they must be with the greeters... I believe I'm done.''
Sann walked through his personal club.
''Hi, hi, hi, hello, fuck you!''
Sann shot someone with his rifle.
''That's what you get when you don't pay.''
Sann quickly left the club and activated his Airspeeder.
''The Crabulonians are arriving soon, I believe I was the greeter for them.. Or was it Greg?''

Sann flew away towards the hangar where the Crabulonians would arrive,

[Crabulonia]

"We're here, sir. Sir?"

Dogsbody walked from his console through to Caballero's room. He was crashed out on the sofa, fully dressed.

"Sir?"
"What the fuck do you want Dogsbody?" shouted back Caballero, without even opening his eyes.
"We're here sir. We hit an anomaly"
"Thought you couldn't break the laws of physics?"
"I didnt, was the galaxies fault... Sir"
"Alright, call me a personal guard of ten Commandoes and four THMC Killbot V2s. You take lead while I'm at this thing."
"Very well, sir."

Dogsbody was secretly thrilled at this appointment, he was never trusted with anything before.

0-------------------------------------0

Dogsbody walked down the landing ramp of his Acclamator class ship with his personal body guard.

"Commanding officer Caballero is on land, XO Dogsbody is in command." said the intercom voice as Caballero stepped off.

He exited the ramp and found himself in an unoccupied hanger, others of the banquet musn't have arrived yet, to be greeted by a Grittonian greeting party.

[Grittonia]

Sann sat in his airspeeder, which stood in a corner of the hanger and a old song was turned on.
*Rara rara rara, Gaga oh lala*
''Oh. I believe they are here.''
Sann turned the radio off, snipped off his still burning sigaret, as he hated to smoke a sigarette with old ash, and walked towards the attachment.

''Oh! What a many droids and such. No need for that. I'm Sann and somehow I'm in charge of all this. I'll be your guide for tonight, tomorrow and most of the times that you come here.''

[Crabulonia]

"Chairman Duo is it? Sann Duo? Yes very good to see you, my people have many dealing with your people, indeed, these THMC Killbot V2s are T'Hunka's doing. Wise man, very wise man."

On noticing Sann with is Sigarette, Caballero took out his cigarillos and lit it.

"I do like a draw occasional. So I believe we have something to talk about or will we deal with this later when other people come?"

[Grittonia]

''I believe we have a small time window of 6 hours. Something like that. Now, the point of that is to tour the Main Base. But, if you want to do something exciting, I can lead you to the fighting arena...''
Sann took something from his pocket.
''Ehmm.. Fighting Arena. Pfff. Oh, yeah. I know where that is.''
Sann placed the thing back in his pocket.
''Just a navigator. So, the tour or the arena? Wait, we can also go to the bar, a casino. The Main Base has anything you can imagine.''

[Crabulonia]

"Fighting arena you say? Sounds wonderful! Wish you'd said, I forgot my sword."

Without waiting for a reply about whether or not swords were around, Caballero ran back onto the ship.

"Caballero is onboard, XO Dogsbody stands relieved" called the Virtual Intelligence as Caballero returned
"Shut your face Fallace!"

He ran into the control room and through to his room, a beleagured Dogsbody stood present.

"What are you doing back, sir?"
"Fights are on, I need my sword. Where the devil did I put it?"
"Is it not in display case, sir?"
"Ah yes, good boy."

Caballero walked to the display cupboard, took a key from his chain necklace, and opened the case. Inside, two swords were cross diagonally and below these, two flintlock pistols were crossed.

"Do I want the old time look?" though Caballero, "To be honest, the Magnums are not the most successful but at least are functional, flintlock though? Do I seriously want flintlock?"

He asked this as he took off his Magnum holster belt to be replaced with his dueling harness. The harness was a standard holster belt, but two straps were over the shoulders - threaded through the epaulettes and attached to the back of the belt. On the back were strapped the two swords - sheathed , they had cutless handguard handles, but the blades were shorter for quicker drawspeed and faster manouevrability.

A few minutes later, Caballero returned. Armed with flintlock pistols and duelling cutlass'.

"Bring me to the fighting arena, good sir!"

[Grittonia]

snip

''Aight.''
Sann walked towards the driving lane near the hangar.
''Taxico!''
A skiff stopped.
''Which family?''
''The Duo Alliance, sir.''
''Good boy. Wait here and then take us to the Pitt.''
''The Pitt, sir? Alright.''

Sann returned.
''I have a skiff waiting to take us to the Pitt. If you would get in, we can go.''

[Crabulonia]

"Men!" Caballero shouted, "Get yourself a land craft from the ship, follow this skiff thing to the Pitt." He turned to Sann, "You don't mind waiting for them? I must have them with me at all times so I can look hard."

Caballero inhaled deeply, his square framed torso accentuated by his epaulettes and duelling belt.

"Also, do you have any alcohol for me to peruse? I like a drink before a good fight."

[Grittonia]

snip

''Sure, I have some alcohol. It isn't much, as somehow I banned real alcohol on this station. Wait... Oh, yeah. That was to maximize profit. It's 100% real whiskey.''
Sann handed Caballero a flask.
''The Pitt has a bar, so should you want a real drink before fighting, you can try there.''

[The Fedral Union]

(ooc can one assume one has already arrived?)

[Grittonia]

(ooc can one assume one has already arrived?)

OOC: Well, you can assume you arrived in the system, maybe even in the hangar but from there, we will have to RP it due to questions and such either the Tourguide or you have.

[Groko]

Virallinen viesti



TO: puheenjohtaja Sann Duo
Lähettäjä: The United sosialistisen valtiot Groko

Pari päivää sitten, yksi tiedustelutietojen asemien piristyi oman lähetyksen. Koska emme ole koskaan ennen tavannut, haluaisimme ottaa tällä kertaa käyttöön itseämme. Olemme on keskisuuri ihmisiä, jakaantuneena 7 tärkeimmät Planeetat, 14 Systems. Olemme enimmäkseen seurata monoteistisen uskonnon, vaikka pidämme näitä asioita erillään hallituksen. Olemme demokraattinen rotu, ja pidämme vapautta arvostetaan suuresti. Olemme myös hyvin utelias, joten kun olemme saaneet viestisi, olemme päättäneet vastata ja ilmoittaa sinulle läsnäolomme. Koska olemme varovaisia, emme saa tulla vahvin liittolaisia. Olemme kuitenkin kiinnostuneita Defense sopimuksiin, varsinkin jos olet kanssamme samaa mieltä. Jos et anna, lähetämme edustaja, saattamassa voimamme. Toivomme, että voimme sekä oppia ja hyötyä suhteista.

Official Message



TO: Chairman Sann Duo
FROM: The United Socialist States of Groko

A couple days ago, one of our intelligence stations picked up your transmission. As we have never met before, we would like to take this time to introduce ourselves. We are a are a medium sized people, spread out over 7 main Planets, in 14 Systems. We mostly follow monotheistic religions, although we keep such matters separate from government. We are a democratic race, and we hold our freedoms in high esteem. We are also very curious, so when we received your message, we decided to respond and notify you of our presence. Since we are cautious, we may not become the strongest allies. However, we are interested in Defense agreements, especially if you share our views. Should you allow it, we will send a representative, escorted by our forces. We hope that we can both learn and profit from relations.

[Grittonia]

Virallinen viesti



TO: puheenjohtaja Sann Duo
Lähettäjä: The United sosialistisen valtiot Groko

Pari päivää sitten, yksi tiedustelutietojen asemien piristyi oman lähetyksen. Koska emme ole koskaan ennen tavannut, haluaisimme ottaa tällä kertaa käyttöön itseämme. Olemme on keskisuuri ihmisiä, jakaantuneena 7 tärkeimmät Planeetat, 14 Systems. Olemme enimmäkseen seurata monoteistisen uskonnon, vaikka pidämme näitä asioita erillään hallituksen. Olemme demokraattinen rotu, ja pidämme vapautta arvostetaan suuresti. Olemme myös hyvin utelias, joten kun olemme saaneet viestisi, olemme päättäneet vastata ja ilmoittaa sinulle läsnäolomme. Koska olemme varovaisia, emme saa tulla vahvin liittolaisia. Olemme kuitenkin kiinnostuneita Defense sopimuksiin, varsinkin jos olet kanssamme samaa mieltä. Jos et anna, lähetämme edustaja, saattamassa voimamme. Toivomme, että voimme sekä oppia ja hyötyä suhteista.

Official Message



TO: Chairman Sann Duo
FROM: The United Socialist States of Groko

A couple days ago, one of our intelligence stations picked up your transmission. As we have never met before, we would like to take this time to introduce ourselves. We are a are a medium sized people, spread out over 7 main Planets, in 14 Systems. We mostly follow monotheistic religions, although we keep such matters separate from government. We are a democratic race, and we hold our freedoms in high esteem. We are also very curious, so when we received your message, we decided to respond and notify you of our presence. Since we are cautious, we may not become the strongest allies. However, we are interested in Defense agreements, especially if you share our views. Should you allow it, we will send a representative, escorted by our forces. We hope that we can both learn and profit from relations.

From: Chairman Sann Duo

You are more than welcome to send a representative. We should however inform you that our system is more than safe and that we have no reason to terminate your representative unless you give us one.

[Groko]

OCC: For the record, I used normal English, because the Grokoans figured out the Grittionan Writing System from the last message. (In short, the message should be in Grittionan)

Official Message



TO: Chairman Sann Duo
FROM: The United Socialist States of Groko

While we do mean you no harm, past experiences have proved that you may. We do not mean to offend, but you never know. At any rate, we will be sending one of our Captains to meet with you. He is one of our finest officers, and the best suited for these types of matters. His name is Captain Duranno, and he is 6'4" with a muscular build. Our race his humaniond, and we have enclosed some data about our ships. We look forward to expanding our relations.

---

A couple Hours away

Captain Duranno sat in front of a holographic projector. On the projector, the Prime Minister of Groko was sitting, talking to Duranno. Usually, Duranno would be honored. But as he sat in is office, aboard the Grokoan Carrier Vanguard, he was angry. The two were arguing, and had been arguing for the last 12 minutes. The Prime Minister had demanded that Duranno take a shuttle and be escorted by 3 Battle Cruisers. Duranno however, was arguing that his Carrier would be more then enough, and that he didn't want to leave his crew behind, regardless the mission. But after 20 Minutes of Back and Forth, they reached a agreement.

"So we have a deal?" asked the Prime Minster, warn out from the pointless argument.

"Fine." Duranno replied, his voice tense and bitter.

"I just feel that showing up with a Carrier sends to strong of a message."

" Whatever. " Duranno replied, terminating the link.

As he left his know empty office, he climbed into the elevator, heading for the ships shuttle bay. He was going to board a Battle-Cruiser, and be escorted by 2 others. The Vanguard would wait 30 Minutes away. As the elevator lowered him gently through the ship with a soft hum, he couldn't help but smile. It sucked that he'd be leaving the ship, but meeting new species was always fun. It was what he had signed on for.

---

2 Hours Later

Duranno blinked. It had been about 2 Hours since he had gotten on the UKS Liberty, a Hurricane-Class Battle-Cruiser. Since, the ship had become the Flagship of their small group. He found himself was looking out of the small window in his room. He had been on the bridge for the first 30 minutes of the trip, but the ships Captain had requested he leave due to Duranno's constant tips on how to run a Battle Crusier. He himself had Captained one, until he was promoted to the Vanguard. Suddenly aware, he began to ready himself. The Captain's voice boomed over the ships intercom, informing him that they had reached the base.

Space itself seemed to move as a ripple formed, releasing a bright flash of light. Space seemed to waver, the ripples traveling across it's surface. The ripples smoothed and the light vanished, leaving three Hurricane-Class ships in it's place. The headship messaged the base, requesting permission, and a location, to dock.

[Grittonia]

Main Base Control Room
''They are asking permission to dock?''
''I believe we have a banquet? Let them in, put them in Hangar Zero-Alpha-Blanco-Duo.''
''Hangar 0AB2. Ok.''

A message was sent back.

You are cleared to land at Hangar 0AB2. There are facilities there to refuel and such. Should you require any repair, you will have to request someone via HoloNet which is recievable in any room of the station. We have uploaded the location of the hangar so that you can locate it.

[Hornopolis]

Joint Systems Alliance Communique


To:GBA
From:The Joint Systems Alliance

The JSA would like to send Representitive Ghammon Hsok to the banquet in the grand nation of Grittonia, we would like to set up a trade agreement between the JSA and GBA. We hope attending this banquet will create a fruitfull trade relationship.

[Groko]

At the Base's direction, the Liberty and her escorts glided into the hanger, landing with a soft "CLUNK". As the ships powered down, a bay door opened on the Liberty and a staircase extended. At the door entrance, 3 human men appeared. The one in front moved first, walking down the stairs as he looked around for a sign of a welcome party. He was tall, with a kind face. His strong, muscular body betrayed that he often spent long hours in the gym. He wore a black suit, with a tie. Behind him, the two humans walked with rifles and a swords slung across their backs. They were dressed similar to the first man, and had it not been for the weapons, would have been dressed formally. As the lead man reached the bottom, a silver name tag on his suit came into view. "Captain Duranno" was etched on the tag's metal surface.

Looking around, Duranno secretly wondered if the guards were needed. He had mastered most forms of fighting, and felt prepared for anything that could go wrong. However, the guards presence wasn't up to him, the Prime Minister had ordered it. He glanced back at them, sighing briefly.

I wonder what's planned? He thought.

[The Webway Combine]

Greetings GBA,

It has been brought to our attention that you are holding a diplomatic function that, among other goals, seeks new trade opportunities within the Milky Way Galaxy. While not a nation in a traditional sense, the Webway Combine is a modest trade empire that is always seeking new opportunities to do business, especially with galactic powers. With your approval, we will launch an FTL probe to the Grrtary system to receive via Webway a Yacht-class corvette to transport Cynthia Decker to Main Base. Upon arrival, Cynthia Decker will be able to answer any questions the GBA may have regarding the Webway Combine, and ideally negociate rights to build an elite trade platform in one or more of your systems through which we may do business on a more regular basis.

Sincerely,
Martin Decker
Seated Noble on the Board of Directors

[Grittonia]

Joint Systems Alliance Communique


To:GBA
From:The Joint Systems Alliance

The JSA would like to send Representitive Isabel Flores to the banquet in the grand nation of Grittonia, we would like to set up a trade agreement between the JSA and GBA. We hope attending this banquet will create a fruitfull trade relationship.

The Grittonian Banking Authority of Grrtary and Ghat| Official (Non Money Related) Message

From:Chairman Sann Duo, Chairman of the Grittonian Banking Authority of Grrtary and Ghat
From: The Joint Systems Alliance of Various Systems

Should the JSA send a representative, she and/or he is free to come to the Grrtary System as that is where the Main Base is located.
Should he or she not be from a human, Ghat, Ghaman or any other race we have encountered, we will need to be allowed a full body scan to identify and catalog the race.

[Grittonia]

Snip.

Three droids came in.
''Prrt. Bleep boop boing.''
''Plrrt Boboing.''
''Shut up you two. You know I'm the brain of us three.''
''PRRT!''
''Prrt? Listen up Nom-Dom, unless you are quiet, I'll cut your circuits.''
''Beep beep.''
''Now, be quiet. They have arrived. Come on, let's fuse together.''

The three droids fused together, the two 'dumber' ones forming the legs, arms and a part of the torso of the smarter and skinnier droid.

The fused droid walked towards the Grokoans.
''Good day. You may call us Processor Triple Droid of Administration and Admittance of Various Races and Customers or PTDAAVRC. Most call us Pete DaVroc. So Pete or DaVroc or Pete DaVroc will be fine too. Should you require the info, we are member of the Duo Alliance and will be able to deliver any ,in your systems, illegal substance you would like to have. Should you require information, we have access to any GBA information center and access to the more.. delicate info of the Duo Alliance. Should you wish to gamble, drink, fight for money or anything else, we have time before the banquet begins and will be able to bring you to anything you wish to go to. Any questions?''

[Grittonia]

Greetings GBA,

It has been brought to our attention that you are holding a diplomatic function that, among other goals, seeks new trade opportunities within the Milky Way Galaxy. While not a nation in a traditional sense, the Webway Combine is a modest trade empire that is always seeking new opportunities to do business, especially with galactic powers. With your approval, we will launch an FTL probe to the Grrtary system to receive via Webway a Yacht-class corvette to transport Cynthia Decker to Main Base. Upon arrival, Cynthia Decker will be able to answer any questions the GBA may have regarding the Webway Combine, and ideally negociate rights to build an elite trade platform in one or more of your systems through which we may do business on a more regular basis.

Sincerely,
Martin Decker
Seated Noble on the Board of Directors

The Grittonian Banking Authority of Grrtary and Ghat| Official (Non Money Related) Message

From:Chairman Sann Duo, Chairman of the Grittonian Banking Authority of Grrtary and Ghat
To: The Wayward Combine

As always, the Grittonian Banking Authority of Grrtary and Ghat welcomes any customer and/ or visitor to our systems.
While we do not know what a Webway is, we will be able to send a 'towing' ship to get the Yacht corvette and there is a wormhole which will be able to carry you to our system.

Should you wish to still come via Webway, this is acceptable but please send a communications way with the probe so that ships do not crash into the probe or the Yacht corvette.