Atmoran nationals arrested controversy continues. (CLOSED)

[United American Colonies]

The Report

Last night two Atmoran Nationals were arrested due to discovery of chemicals in which can be used to create a dangerous explosive. The two Atmorans were discovered near the Elk City Elven District Police Headquarters fiddling with said chemicals. The ECPD officer which discovered the two constructing what appeared to be a bomb quickly apprehended them. Soon after discovering of their Atmoran nationality the two were quickly moved into UACJF Marshal custody with a convoy moving the nationals into UACJF Headquarters. The UACJF and Atmorans had began talks earlier the same night though were at a stand still, so as in need of a intermediary Azakayanan diplomats have been called into the talks. The shuttle used the Aaron Exquisite Ship Services Constantine is currently in high tensions as the officials await for the Azakayanan intermediaries.

The Marshal

The Marshal was somewhat exhausted as he had finished his last tirade of speech. The High Marshal sat down once more as he awaited for the response of the Atmoran diplomat. His security detail of UAC Marines was also bearing on him as they were discussing with the Atmoran detail outside of the meeting room. He sighed and awaited further more for the response from the Atmoran diplomat.

[Atmora-Arcadia]

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Baroness Erika van Biesterveld
Elven Ambassador to the UAC
AESS Constantine , United American Colonial Space
2251 CE

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Biesterveld leaned back in chair intertwining her hands behind her were a few BSB agents standing at attention. As soon as Wolfina heard of two Atmoran nationals being held captive in the UAC, the Department of Foreign Affairs immediately sent orders to the Elven Embassy in Reno to begin the process of extradition back to Elven space for trial. However the negotiations have grinded to a halt as the Foreign Office begin demanding for better living standards for the elves residing in the UAC.

"Your Exellency as I've stated before, my government is wishes to extradited back to Elven space to face punishment in an Atmoran court. I can assure you that these criminals will be punished by our government this isn't a precedent we wouldn't like to set. In addition to this Wolfina demands that the UAC improve living conditions for the Elves residing in your country, our people shouldn't have to live in slums!

This is beneficial to both our states Mr Kyhr, anymore Atmoran nations or elves will have anymore reasons to resort to violence and terrorism to improve their living conditions and stop being second class citizens. And in turn Wolfina won't have to deploy fleets into the UAC to liberate our people from oppression."

[United American Colonies]

The High Marshal would soon reply with his own retort moving to light one of the many cigars in his box of many placed upon the meeting table.

"Baroness the UACJF has jurisdiction in the Elven Urban Districts and such any man Elf or Human is subject to UACJF law. Now i am no fool and understand your beliefs Elves governing Elves but this is happening within foreign borders, the UACJF is willing to cooperate though requires the following of UACJF laws and regulations on crime along with those of the UAC Government. With the other issue Baroness i would love to see every poor elf girl and boy out of the Elven Urban Districts but they are set in place for a reason. The Elven minority in the UAC allowed full citizenship would cause massive problems for me and the rest of the UAC government and Baroness there is no need to be hasty we can be calm logical peoples am i right? there is no need for threats in violence in this little debacle."

The High Marshall would then continue his smoking filling the room with the smell of Colonial Tobacco.

[Atmora-Arcadia]

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Baroness Erika van Biesterveld
Elven Ambassador to the UAC
AESS Constantine , United American Colonial Space
2251 CE

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The Baroness glared in disgust at the smell of tobacco truly uncivilised creatins, she smirked a bit at having the MIVD be given the green light to have their fun in the UAC if things don't go the way Wolfina wishes.

"Marshal, you should know how these Priestesses of Alastor get when they see injustice of elves anywhere in the galaxy. And as messengers of the Elven god of war, destruction, revolution and retribution they tend to radicalise the populace quite.... efficiently. I think it's in the best interest for the both us to make sure that religious fanatics aren't given a reason to well you know resort to terrorism, people in desperate situations tend to resort to violence if nothing about their living conditions change after all.

Also, I did not ask for the Elves to be granted citizenship, we demand that their living conditions change else their will be consequences, subsequently Wolfina could also relocate the elves to better accommodate their needs back in the homeland."

[United American Colonies]

The Marshall

The Marshal chuckles at the Baronesses response, silly elves and their uptight egos. The Marshal then look rather confused to this new offer arising having expected something a lot less beneficial.

"Can you repeat that Miss? I don't think i heard you correctly are you saying you would just whisk these people away for free? I am not exactly understanding this..."

The Marine

Meanwhile inside the Constantine a UACMC Marine was rather bored and it seemed that many of the off duty honor guards were resting outside away from the meeting room where the High Marshal and Baroness were discussing in what seemed to be a cocktail lounge. Along with the UACMC Marines lounging about were BSB Agents which the Marine would jaunty over to and attempt to start a conversation.

"Hey Elf you have like a wife or are you guys like polygamous."

[Azakayana]

S P E C I A LE N V O YF R O L I C K I N G - D E E R
United American Colonial Space, Daiichi Quadrant — Cycle 28, Year 331

He was about to tread on thin ice.

To think that he was to represent the nation that will broker a peace deal between two of their less-than-cordial interstellar neighbors... What was the House of Diplomacy thinking? What was the Directorate thinking? What was the Tanabiku Galactic Congress thinking? The responsibility that rests on his shoulders was starting to weigh down on him. He had just finished reading the news for the umpteenth time aboard his tiny shuttle–the one with the phrase "Atmorans Enter Talks With the UAC" strewn in big black letters across the top of his tablet. And every time he would finish, creases would form between his brows. Not even his trusty cigar could take his mind off it all.

He had just finished his third one, dropping it immediately into the tiny hatch that opened on his armrest. An itch began to creep up his throat, and he cupped his hand in front of his mouth. That should be enough for now, he figured. Any more and the medicine man may get upset with me.

Frolicking-Deer lifted his thick, coarse fingers and brushed them against his flowing red cloak. His gaze went out the fake window, into the dark abyss that surrounded him. A tiny glint stuck out in the darkness, one not any larger than the eye of a needle. That was the planet that he departed the day before, slowly growing fainter and fainter from his vision. He was on his way to a lonely yacht located in the midst of space, on a mission to listen to two men squabble. He hoped that he could get this meeting over and done with–he was already quite uncomfortable as he is.

"We're about to reach the Constantine, your Eminence," appeared one of his personal guards. Frolicking-Deer nodded and went back to reading the news.

The shuttle began to slow down before stopping in parallel with the yacht. Or, at least that's what he thought he would see when he would look out the window. This yacht was quite large for its size–probably the Colonials converted one of their cargo vessels and repurposed it for diplomatic use. The tiny spacecraft began moving closer and closer before coupling with the airlock. Once the ship confirmed the connection and pressurized the cabin, the door opened for the Azakayanese mediator, and he and his escort began entering the ship. Two Colonial guards appeared on the other side and recognized him, bowing in unison before showing him to the meeting place.

The Azakayanese diplomat stopped in front of a set of ornately-decorated doors. He took a glance at the cocktail lounge that was at the corner of his eye. The men over there must be the personal escorts of the men that he will be facing today. Even with tensions running high, at least Elves and Humans could come together for drinks, he thought.

The Colonials pushed the doors open, revealing a small room with a table big enough for four people. The room was lit by a yellow light suspended on the ceiling, and there seemed to be a faint smell of tobacco in the air. Around it were three chairs, two of which had already been occupied by the Atmoran ambassador, Baroness Erika van Biesterveld, and the High Marshal of the UAC–whose name he hoped he would remember. They seem to be in the middle of a heated argument while he was on his way, as evidenced by the High Marshal's strained brows and his raised tone. But as soon as the Azakayanese entered the room, the two recognized him and stood. The doors behind him closed, and the Azakayanese guards stood watch outside.

"Warmest greetings, your Eminences," he made a short bow and a cordial gesture to both representatives. "I hope that I haven't kept you waiting for too long." Despite his fluency in the Common Tongue, his Napiyikew accent could still be discerned. Frolicking-Deer slowly strode to the far side of the room and stopped at the empty seat before him. The three sat down in unison and settled themselves around the table. The Azakayanese took a cigar and lit it as he bit it with his teeth. Screw the medicine man.

His hand moved away from his mouth and over the ashtray, his fingers tapping gently against his cigar. "High Marshal, Ambassador, shall we begin?"

[Atmora-Arcadia]

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Baroness Erika van Biesterveld
Elven Ambassador to the UAC
AESS Constantine , United American Colonial Space
2251 CE

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The Baroness leaned forward giving a little smirk

"Yes because of Chancellor Ornières's policies and the Law of Return, the Elves in the UAC have the right to come to the Elven Empire to gain citizenship, those who can't afford the trip can seek accommodation from the Foreign office. However for those that remain in the UAC, Wolfina would still demand they're given fair treatment and uplifted out of poverty."

Biesterveld felt revolted as the Azakayanese envoy entered the room, the ghastly smell of cigars made wrinkle her nose a bit, she understood the appeal for tobacco but who was she to judge the Kortenvlam's choices to shorten their lives even further. Biesterveld felt as if she had to visit the medical bay aboard the HMS Vestale to get rid of these containments from her body.

She sighed "It seems the Ziekte finally arrives, tell me Konijn what brings you all way to the outer-rim?"

[United American Colonies]

The Marshall

The Marshall began to process what the Knife-Ear said in booting the Elven troublemakers. High Marshall Joshua would notice the cigar smoking Azakanyan diplomat. The Marshall smirked knowing at least someone in this god forsaken galaxy that someone got enough enjoyment out of cigars he did. The Marshall looked at the minor amounts of disgust shown on the Elves face and decided his puff would go directly into the Baroness face. After this taunt the Marshall quickly moved back to the Azakanyan standing before them. "Ah the Azakanyan emissary, is that a Colonial cigar i might ask?" The Marshall would go back to leaning in his chair with a smirk.

[Azakayana]

S P E C I A LE N V O YF R O L I C K I N G - D E E R
United American Colonial Space, Daiichi Quadrant — Cycle 28, Year 331

The Atmoran didn't look too pleased with the Azakayanese diplomat's arrival. He wasn't too sure if the Lady Biesterveld wasn't expecting a third person at the table or shared the same vitriol that Atmorans had for the Azakayanese, but Frolicking-Deer had expected this. Even if the Atmoran government had been already informed that an Azakayanese mediator would come to the negotiating table—indeed he reckoned that they already have been informed according to the TGF officials—it wouldn't mean that he'd receive any warm welcome. Nevertheless, he had been requested to break the deadlock between Ambassador Biesterveld and High Marshall Joshua, and that is what he had set out to do.

On the other hand, the High Marshal was more welcoming of his presence than his Atmoran counterpart. He could recall that it was the United Colonial government that had appealed to the Azakayanese government to act as mediator. Upon being asked what kind of cigar he was holding in his hand, Frolicking-Deer removed it from his mouth and stared at the label. "Ah, you have a good eye, High Marshal," he slowly breathed out a puff of smoke from his lips. "Bolson cigars are very popular among our people, especially in our rimward colonies."

Glancing briefly at the Lady Biesterveld, Frolicking-Deer put the cigar on the ashtray and added, "Anyways, allow me to refresh your memory. I am Special Envoy Frolicking-Deer, appointed representative of the Tanabiku Galactic Forum and the Azakayanese government. The TGF has voiced their concerns recently with the continuation of this crisis. And so therefore, the Directorate, in accordance with the TGF's mandate, have assigned me with the resolution of this international incident by means of diplomacy—therefore I shall be acting as mediator."

[Atmora-Arcadia]

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Baroness Erika van Biesterveld
Elven Ambassador to the UAC
AESS Constantine , United American Colonial Space
2251 CE

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Erika scoffed at the Azakayanese, she reached into her pocket covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief embroiled with her clan symbol of a swan proper gorged with or crown and chained or surrounded by irises signify her clans strong connect with Kymira the goddess of wisdom, contradiction and magic.

"How cute the Forum still believes it can contain the Empress' influence, tell how has that worked out so far?"

She took a deep breath

"It just so happens Konijn, that we may already have a solution to the Elven question in the UAC, it seems the High Marshal may be inclined to take advantage of Wolfina's return policy to allow the elves in the UAC to return back to the Greater Elven Empire, were they would be treated better than they would in these godforsaken slums."