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[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

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[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

*Bursts in*

"Hey! What's th--oh. Whoops. Sorry 'bout that, uhhh. Chairman? I apologize for the interruption, but you'll have to come with me. Confirmess, you're dismissed."

[Paginista]

"alright then" the chairman says following the woman who had burst in just before anything sexual could have taken place.

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

"alright then" the chairman says following the woman who had burst in just before anything sexual could have taken place.

"Woman!? Chairman, I am well aware that my beautiful hair can be construed as effeminate, but there's no need for the confusion. I am Sola Sil, the Holy Copulator. Anyways, follow me."

[Paginista]

"alright then" the chairman says following the woman who had burst in just before anything sexual could have taken place.

"Woman!? Chairman, I am well aware that my beautiful hair can be construed as effeminate, but there's no need for the confusion. I am Sola Sil, the Holy Copulator. Anyways, follow me."

"Sorry. I sometimes forget what i'm saying half the time" he says following the Holy Copulator

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

Sola rushes from the Basilica's grand entrance, Chairman hot on his heels. A carriage, horsedrawn, no less, awaits the two. Sola jumps inside, waiting for the chairman to follow, before slamming the door and shouting to the driver.

"Palace, now! Dammit, I wish I hadn't banned cars."

[Paginista]

The chairman gets comfortable in the carriage. "So, what am I needed for?"

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

The chairman gets comfortable in the carriage. "So, what am I needed for?"

"You know that Angel you had a little run-in with? She found a submarine moored just outside of the lagoon. I don't know what the details are, but she contacted me and said that the sub probably belongs to an enemy of yours. Does this sound familiar to you?"

[Paginista]

The chairman gets comfortable in the carriage. "So, what am I needed for?"

"You know that Angel you had a little run-in with? She found a submarine moored just outside of the lagoon. I don't know what the details are, but she contacted me and said that the sub probably belongs to an enemy of yours. Does this sound familiar to you?"

"Yes. I just don't know what particular nation it would be. I have a short-list of about 21 countries that would do that"

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

"You know that Angel you had a little run-in with? She found a submarine moored just outside of the lagoon. I don't know what the details are, but she contacted me and said that the sub probably belongs to an enemy of yours. Does this sound familiar to you?"

"Yes. I just don't know what particular nation it would be. I have a short-list of about 21 countries that would do that"

"Wait, gimme a sec"

Sola sticks a small device in his ear, fiddling with the controls.

"Aha! Yes, Halicon, please describe the sub. Uh huh. Yeah, okay. Chairman, she says the sub is very rounded and painted blue, with yellow trim at various places. She says it has scorch marks and dents along the surface of its hull."

[Paginista]

"Hmm..... Could be the Oehiton government reminents... Not entirely sure to be honest"

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

"Perhaps we should head there? Or do you think that may pose too much of a risk? If we can identify this assailant, perhaps we can find them and eliminate them quickly. I don't want a intergalactic hitman roaming my countryside."

[Paginista]

"Eh, I can deal with them" the chairman says nonchalantly. "I have my ways of neutralizing targets or enemies"

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

"Perhaps you are comfortable dealing with them on your own time, but I need to make sure my citizens are safe before I rest, and to do that I need absolute assurance that this threat has been dealt with."

[Paginista]

"I will happily do it immediately and with absolute knowledge none of your citizens will be harmed... Tell me have you heard of the law of equivalent exchange?" the chairman asks "And it is relevent"

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

"I will happily do it immediately and with absolute knowledge none of your citizens will be harmed... Tell me have you heard of the law of equivalent exchange?" the chairman asks "And it is relevent"

"By that, do you mean conservation of mass/energy, or that law the Philosopher's stone is meant to break?"

(OOC) I recognize that transmutation circle on your flag

[Paginista]

"I will happily do it immediately and with absolute knowledge none of your citizens will be harmed... Tell me have you heard of the law of equivalent exchange?" the chairman asks "And it is relevent"

"By that, do you mean conservation of mass/energy, or that law the Philosopher's stone is meant to break?"

(OOC) I recognize that transmutation circle on your flag

"Yes indeed. That is what I mean..." the chairman smiles a little. "It may have cost my country dear but i've come across a good way to use it. And i'll just say that Nobody is able to resist what damage I deal out..."

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

"Excellent! Driver, take us back to the Oviarian Lagoon, this time to the West Inlet! Also, chairman, I have two quick questions; what is the current status of miniskirts in your military, and would you like me to buy you a Vistoran-made cybernetic right arm?

[Paginista]

The Chairman smiles. "Well. For the first question they are allowed when not on duty or on parade. You must understand given how we often send troops into hostile territory. And for the second question... I would be interested... Too bad I already have one." he says revealing his arm that he keeps covered.

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

The Chairman smiles. "Well. For the first question they are allowed when not on duty or on parade. You must understand given how we often send troops into hostile territory. And for the second question... I would be interested... Too bad I already have one." he says revealing his arm that he keeps covered.

"Eh, good enough for me. Anyways, we're almost there. You can see Halicon circling the location up above. So, you experience this kind of thing often?"

[Paginista]

"On a weekly basis at worst"

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

"On a weekly basis at worst"

"Shit, that's rough. We've only experienced three invasions in the past, and fortunately they all occurred after we had gotten the Angels."

*Hands the chairman a crisp little scroll bound in gold ribbon*

"This is a little account of what happened the first time we were full-on invaded, if you're so interested. It's written by a local poet of ours. Goodness, I really don't know what we would do without the Angels."

[Paginista]

"Well... Paginista always is looking out for her allies. And we will be more than willing to come to your aid next time war tries to ravage your lands. Your guardians do seem impressive and seem to be great fighters, however we are capable of ensuring your enemies never have a country to come home to"

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

"Thank you very much for the offer, but we are not a vindictive people. We only wish to remain a peaceful nation, free from warfare. Anyways, we're here."

Sola steps down from the carriage onto the white, silken sands of the Oviarian Lagoon. Jutting out of the water was a twisted, singed hunk of metal, and standing next to it, Archangel Halicon.

"Angel, report."

"Yes, sir. Small, three-person sub designed for speed and little else. Upon checking the interior, however, I found evidence of only one occupant. Corroborating that, there are only one set of tracks leading into the jungle. There are some empty, distinctly rifle-shaped containers inside, as well as several of these"

Halicon hold up a small cylinder, pulsating with blue energy

"Batteries, sir. Whoever we're dealing with, there's only one of them, but they seem heavily armed. Archangels Mercer and Mila are searching for this person, but they haven't managed to locate any more evidence, so the're making sure no local communities have been attacked."

Sola turns to face the chairman, an expectant look crossing his sharp features.

"Any thoughts, chairman?"

[Paginista]

The chairman looks inside of the submarine and looks at the case for the rifle "This guy or girl is very well funded, i can say that." the chairman looks around and starts to make changes to the submarine, effectively disabiling it