Paths of Aggression (Closed to all but TLIN & UFA)

[The City State Rhydin]

Grief stricken and pallid, that could very well be the very best way to describe Milika's demeanor. Word of the previous Chancellor General's assassination wasn't something that she particularly expected, but despite the emotions that plagued her, she found light even in the dark. Her husband, such a great man, was now the Republic's leader. A leader she had no problem swearing her allegiance to and she'd do so gladly. She wore the colors of the Elghinn Lac'nalan, stripes and bars apparent to distinguish her rank amongst the others, as well as her cap - which was drawn slightly over her eyes to hide her sadness of losing her friend Kaja. Tyng would do some well to cheer her up, her feelings and emotions a tad off as of late.

Standing near the spartan steel desk shined to an absolute finish so as to act as a mirrored surface, afore mentioned husband Tyng was before a true mirror adjusting the pins of rank and so forth and getting comfortable in the uniform that came with it. Gloved hands delicately smoothed down tunic towards waist and said hands clasped each other behind back. Ever the perfectionist when he could be, it was only proper to be formal and as ever a representative of that which he loved, second only to his first beloved, Milika.

Head tipped back to bring her gaze towards tyng and a small pursed smile was soon directed at him. Privet, love. The formal greeting of a simple hello in her native tongue was the first thing she'd offer before going to him and taking claim of him in a hug, bosom to bosom. She peered up into the visage of the man who stood before her and with a ginger care, placed a kiss against his lips. Chancellor General Cuim. The words were murmured, soft and light. A hint of her happiness for him and non other was shown through with the light of her eyes. She nuzzled his chest gently whilst face urned to meet said perch. My many congratulations to you.

Bit of a smirk against lips, perhaps even wry like for a moment as if he seemed to have adopted the mannerisms of his late lord and like many a feudal society, Tyng felt a pain of loss, as if he were now a Ronin, that perhaps he should have committed sepiku or some such. You know, I had not thought this possible, at most I hoped for a Barony. Return of the kiss, gentle as it may have been and set of gloved hands to her hips, lightly teasing for a time. She did after all look good in the uniform, yes indeed. I will miss my Lord Kaja, but his dream shall continue. Eyes of ebony to the future and all. This meeting with the rest of the Alliance and that of the League shall determine our path.

It is only inevitable that one great man should pass his right to another when the time comes. You are more than fitting for the position and am honored to serve you. A slight murr of sorts with the hands that teased her and a smile as eyes closed. She thought for a time and then sighed, opening her eyes again to bring her face up and to peer up into the face of the other. I will miss him as well, but mourning the loss of a once great leader will only set us back. She let a full fledged smile pull at her lips and stepped back to take claim of one of his hands, cupping it lovingly. Do you think the League will back down?

They may. Then again they may not. If they do not, then we will have to devise a way to handle them. There are factions within factions, elements within elements that may force our hand. He referred to that of the Xukuthites, and the Harukian's, still even he was curious as to the Republic's chances to push the League out of their territory and perhaps a few other areas. Cant of head to the right. Karthay will be the meeting place, it is an island to the southern hemisphere and being a neutral country has welcomed the chance to play international host. We should be leaving soon my love.

As if on cue, a smartly tailored officer appeared in the doorway, rapt at attention after a salute.My Chancellor, your transportation has arrived. A faint nod from Tyng as Milika hooked her arm about his own and together they moved from the office, following said officer. Outside the Central Headquarters, an armored Lexus LS460 L series awaited. Behind and infront of the sedan, lay the escorts. A pair of armored Pointer transports, stocked with fully armed special services personnel. The RSS was on point lately, a burning lance of a point concerning they were protection during the assassination as well. Tyng glanced about some before sliding into the back seat beside Milika. The airport awaited, as did their transport to the meeting place.

[Oryctolagus cuniculus]

So it had come to pass. The dawn of a new age and the world had thus been more or less opened for those that dwelled within the near mythos of The Commonwealth of Oryctolagus cuniculus. Not as in some sort of fantasy way, well maybe it really was.

The Commonwealth existed or rather had existed within the same world but not. It was a trying time to come out into the open and declare your people, when the rest of the world at large would react poorly. Walking, talking, veritable images of Militant Easter Bunnies.

There were humans in the Commonwealth, but they're numbers were so few, that when a few embassies had been established, the wide eyed stares from the citizenry had already begun. A bit of a nose twitch, and then a sigh as Snag glanced at a few reports here and there. His fellow members of the ruling military junta were set to gather in a few minutes. A military parade had been planned for some months now, the military able to show off it's new procurements to the common people and others alike.

It was aggrevating, their decade long war with the CA had been fought apparently in secrecy, then again however, it was only recent that they and the human nations began to interact. A grumble or two, brought that wife of his into the room. A pleasant doe who tended after her aging buck, and managed a small legion of children, grand children and so on.

A bit of a smile to the old gal, the royal queen of the warren before rising up. He stood there for a moment as she fussed over him, adjusting the tunic, and dusting his cap off. She did look quite charming tonight, always looking good in red. Tail twitched a bit as examined and then chuckled as holding out paw and arm to his beloved. Once secured, they both strolled towards and up the stairs into the ground level of their home, out the front door and to the waiting armored Swiftkick sedan.

Once comfortable inside, a junior lieutenant at the wheel and the vehicle moving with escorts towards the city center, did he pause to look out the tinted window some. Off hand commenting. I still cannot believe that we have not known of the greater human regions until now. Is our land like some sort of Bermuda Triangle, there but not there? Acornia, wife of said Grand General merely fussed with a few wiskery nose twitches before speaking. It is odd dear, and if we were so shrouded, why does it not shroud us now? Why do they see us now? It doesnt make much sense, but we shall be fine. Even those of the CA have joined with us, paw in paw to see the light of the new age upon us all.The people trust in your lead along with the other two.

Righteous nod of head, ears perked. Swerve of the vehicle, four wheels to the front, two in the back as the extended Swiftkick rolled to a stop soon enough. Vice Generals Topf Hopalong, and Twitcher Cottontail were already there, alongst with high ranking officers of the Oryctolagus National Defense Force (ONDF), and that of the Oryctolagus Army (OA, pronouced Oh Ah). A chartered airplane sat waiting it's cargo of passangers, dwarfed by the aerodome in the distance. A simple nod to his compatriots, he and the officers of the military forces present would do the Commonwealth proud, as they must. For his people, for the Commonwealth, for the Unified Front. Salute to his comrades, and a bow following from Acornia, did he depart for the plane.

Word had already been sent that Rhydin had taken point in arriving at Karthay. He had in passing met their newest Chancellor, the old one had been considered a good friend, even being a shem as he was. Still, such negative names were slowly being phased out when in terms of those whom became close. It would be an interesting time he supposed in his head as he and his mate settled into chartered planes interior, waiting for the craft to begin it's pre-flight, then manuevers towards a taxi position.

[Canini]

To the west, past The Commonwealth of Orycto Cuniculus and the sea, beyond the thick forests and lush vales lay The Empire of Canini. Still licking their wounds after the last war between the nations, peace had nevertheless come to their lands, and the boon of newfound allies as well.

It'd been a quick thing, but they to had found allies, in the form of the Rhydinians, and the upgrading of the Canini military forces had begun. While at a lesser pace then then that of the OA, the Canini Imperial Troops were not going to be as haphazard as before. Foreign military advisors and instructors were training the new forces and those of the old how to truely function as soldiers for the greater cause of The Empire.

Much to the chagrin of their neighbors, the bulky and unweildy tanks of the Empire had been scrapped in favor of more modern and able designs. Haruspex designs, how would that be taken? S-94 main battle tanks were the chosen platform for their agility and reliability. Though a bit cramped, they could be maintained in the most basic of machine shops should repairs need doing, or on the road without requiring an extensive convoy. While admittedly working on a tight budget, The Empire had been able to purchase vast quanities of vehicles of older make, while still being newer then those they were replacing.

It wasnt any secret that The Empire wanted another stab at rich lands. The tempation of the fertile trading grounds of the so called " League of Imperial Nations " was also building. Hopefully the new anti-aircraft and missile technology they were purchasing, would be effective thought General Nyren as he looked towards the sky for a moment.

His tail wagged a bit as he stood there, wearing the somber grey officers uniform that lead into ebony hued jackboots and colour coordinated with the field officers cap, and leather strap across chest in a diagonal fashion. Holster held a TAC-4 mini-submachinegun styled in the fashion of a pistol, and before him arrayed in parade were Q38 armored cars and S-94 main battle tanks. AAT-3 anti-aircraft missile vehicles were in key positions about the area, more then enough he thought to deter any would be hostile intentions.

A slight sigh did come forth from between muzzle though, to many instances of humankind were begining to show. The shem were to pushy, or were breeding even more then his own kind, their warring had alerted the shem, or mongs as they were referred to, to their non human kin. It strayed from going well, to going badly in limited meets. A slide of eyes about the field, and then headed towards the aircraft that would take him and several senior officials of the Empire to this land, Karthay was it? Some neutral territory hosting a diplomatic event, as if it would come to any good. A waste of time, but time he would spend regardless. Curious about the Empire's allies, and how things would progress.

[Machina Haruspex]

The ever near silent entry of the somewhat scantily clad form of Aria came to be within the decidely not overly decorate or ornate designed hall of the House of Tagnik Zun. Obsidan tiles met jade pillars and domed ceiling adorned with artwork of battles past, both victorious and not so as to convey a message. Roman-esque couches and so forth lined the walls, and in the center the floor dipped into a circular area that contained benches and a dais with a fountain that flowed a black liquid substance.

Goblets nearby, each ready to be dipped within the fountain's pool. Languid movements of hips, swaying slowly from side to side just enough to be feminine, Aria slid into the seating provided in the center area and slunk into the couch with a soft sigh as pale red eyes focused on the interior.

As it happened this day, having observed his " sister " of the House enter in such a sulking behavior, it
could only be a few probable things. Either the meditation at the temple had failed or she was again unsuccessful at some other task of which he believed was the correct one, though he would test such conviction in a moment.

Dar Khelegurian as a ethinicty background, he looked every bit of it. Dark of skin tone, tattooed visibly upon left side of face and bearing the shocktrooper markings that he had acquired early in life. Six foot frame folding into and onto one of the benches. Greetings sister, I see the news of the Emperor wishes have been given no?

She spoke towards the senior ranked and older of the two with respect that she would and did give to any of better status. Within the Zun though, they became sons and daughters of the House with their Lord as the father or mother depending upon gender. It was just another way that the Haru-Dakat assimilated the species that came within the folds of the Imperium. Shift of right hand through that brown-amber for a moment, eyes upon
her 'brother' before replying. My brother Yesol, it would appear we are to parlay with these upstarts. Including the traitor houses of Rhydin and Xukuth.

He to of course polite, their prim and proper ways would keep up even in battle as the ranks would be kept, the steady footfalls of their march as the land before their enemy would shrink and still they would come. A slight grin, not everyone was a stiff figure within the Imperium however. Reach forth with hand free of the gloves normally worn, towards a goblet, inspection to see if really clean, and it was sparkling so. Dip of said goblet into the black pool at base of the fountain to scoop out a sizable portion. The blood of the Ascended they said, it was cold going down but burned bright within.

Delicate taste first and then a good swallow soon after as leaning backwards, right arm upon the backrest of the couch that he settled upon, fingertips tapping against the marble some. I have faith in our Emperor sister Aria. It is possible we are to be scouts, to see what our blood traitor lines have been up to in the one-hundred forty years of exclusion. It would be wise of us to take stock of them, even if it is in diplomacy.

Light fluff of air escaped between lips and then a sardonic smirk given towards Yesol, still a drinker apparently. What went on beyond the House was all business, still within this sancturary many things were dropped, most notably a rigid guard. Slight lean forward, her own goblet dredged into the pool so as to snag some of the black blood for herself. A light prayer made towards the fountain out of respect for the great celestials above and then a hearty drink while following back into the couch. You are right. He has not abandoned us since the return of our path.

She was highly curious as to what these so called United Front Alliance nations could do against them or what they might even be like in combat, and also she was partly jealous that Yesol had already been claimed by another of their house. Perhaps the ritual of Lmyesehk (Literally meaning 'claiming') could be arranged. The genes of a man with guile and slyness were highly prized.

He commented inbetween swigs. We shall have our vengence in due time sister Aria, in due time. We will be leaving for Karthay on the morrow. Rest for the travel. We shall represent all of our honored lines before these others. Yesol arose from his taken seat, offered a slight bow of head and strolled towards the exit of the drinking hall. Outside, as the rain began to fall, the door to a military command car was held open on the rear right side, with two legionnaire's at attention. Once comfortable, the vehicle sprinted into the awaiting darkness of the night.

[Ser Di Haruk]

Field Marshal Grais stepped from the military transport, the twelve person K21-Braka twin engined jet had slowly taxied into it's assigned spot. A waiting dark grey K3 sedan complete with fluttering Harukian Republic flags at either side above the headlights. A mild bit of grumping, adjusting the heavy trenchcoat worn as the rain fell freely from the sky.

Wasnt Karthay supposed to be some sort of tropical paradise? The grey skies and the black clouds above would suggest otherwise as he turned the collars up and then clasped hands behind back. Waiting for his counter-part, Central Command having seen fit to attach a civillian to him, some mucky muck from the Central Offices. Commissar Huan Gamen to be exact. Never having worked with the woman before, he knew relatively little about her, other then she'd been gracefully rising up in the ranks of the government quite quickly.

Speak of the devil, the click clacks of heels against the steps leading up to the hatch of the jet. A casual glance over, she seemed dressed for a funeral, black skirt, black jacket and soft cap with the Central Offices emblem emblazoned upon it's center. A slight nod of his head, and then a gracious gesture to the sedan, of whom one of his men held open the rear door. After you Commissar Gamen, it would seem we are the first to arrive.

Following after her, he slid into the rear of the sedan, it was comfortable at least. Rhydia designs were often ulitarian, but it would serve the purpose at hand. The driver and bodyguard slid into their positions up front. A slight glance towards the scenery of the land, noting indeed the tropical-esque like landscape as the vehicle headed into the urban confines of Karthay capitol itself.You know, it's a shame. Huan glanced over at the military officer and replied.Why a shame?A chuckle resounded from between Halon's lips.That nothing will be accomplished here.

[The City State Rhydin]

Just as the K21-Braka taxied into a waiting hanger, another aircraft came touching down against the wet tarmac of the security shielded runway for diplomats here at Karthay International Airport. The Rhydia Aeroworks Corporation Suru d' P'luvt in likeness to a Gulfstream 3, screeched across afore mentioned tarmac, eventually coming to a halt before a pair of silverish-grey vehicles. Two SUV's and a single sedan.

RSS agents were the first down the manuevered passanger boarding stairs, submachineguns at the ready, eyes attentive before the signalw as given. Down came the newly appointed Chancellor General, and his wife and counter-part. A faint nod from the Chancellor towards the head of the security detail, arm clutched by the right hand of Milika as strolling towards the armored sedan. Absent glance paid to the weather, and then inward did he slide. Some of the security personnel staying by the plane, while the rest got aboard the SUV's present.

A brief radio static and then the convoy proceeded out of the landing area, blue halogen lights dully spilling forth light into the early evening. The trip would be unevental so far, though as he watched the airport, he noticed several transports that he recoginized. A slight, subtle nod of head.Some of the League is already here. There is a Haru-Dakat aerocraft taxing across the right lane.Milika moved her head some, just catching the tail end of the rather large aerocraft in the distance.So it would seem. Whom do you think they sent?

Tyng grumped a moment and then relaxed into the leather of the seat cushions in thought for a slight amount of time, letting the urban areas roll by as they sped through it.I would imagine it would be Yesol. He is most often at the center of external affairs when they react, if but slowly. An aide could be anyone, though my sources say a woman named Aria is likely.

Milika glowered a bit, she wasnt a fan of Yesol. He was as if made of oil, slippery and hard to get an understanding of in their limited encounters. The last being several years ago during the Ranke Sea Incursion. A grumpf response.That'll be fun.This of course earned a good natured chuckle from her husband as the convoy pulled through the waiting arches of the Karthay Diplomatic Estate.

[Machina Haruspex]

The rather large An-124 Condor came to a rest, the massive freight aerocraft saw extensive service within the Fatherlands of the Haruspex. It was a glossy black in hue, with a white tip upon each of the tail fins. The Sovereign Imperium's banner placed thus so it was more then able to be viewed. As said large aerocraft taxied into a parking position, no sooner had it finally come to a stop did the nose of the plane begin to move, up and then out, exposing the multi-decked innards.

Three obviously military vehicles rolled forth, three Iveco LMV's. The one in the center had small flags fluttering upon it's hood, one at each corner. With dull blue lights that could only be halogens, they hurtled across the tarmac and the private road that led to the main highway that skirted about the airport.

Aria and Yesol were comfortable in the back of the center vehicle, attired as they must for representation of the Imperium in this matter. As cleric's they were afforded the right to wear civilian attire instead of the traditional military uniforms prevalent within the Imperium. Behind tinted glasses that covered the eyes, masking behind reflective silver, said portals to the soul were attentive to the details of the land. They were to make quick time, already coming in behind several of the Unified Front representatives.

Time enough to tell if any others of the League would emerge to showcase themselves as well, and even if they did not, Yesol was sure that they could bear the brunt of this affair should it come to a military operation within the affected areas. While he was quiet, Aria drew inwards, reflecting on position and title, barely noting the outside scenery, and the brief bits of people that were passed by.

Only when it came time to exit the vehicle did she show the grace of her position. Attired in a silk business jacket, skirt, and fashionable heels. Hair done up in a bun, slender glasses rested just so upon nose as she held an attache case. Like many, she had a small vial with a hose that she would periodically take breathes from. Those guards amongst them wore respirator like half masks, with a pale bluish tinge to their skin as if frostbite. She to had that flesh tone, as normally she also wore such a headpiece. A flick of wrist, hand gesture to take their assigned places while she and Yesol began the walk towards the meeting ground's entrance.

[Tergnitz]

Onboard the TIV ‘Logan’

A fine mist swirled gently around Commodore Tyrol, the salty water kissing the naked skin of his forehead as the Logan powered through the dense waves. The prow of the vessel descended gracefully, before crashing through yet another wave, showering the Commodore yet again, but he didn’t mind. His uniform was drenched, clinging to the muscular structure of his body slightly uncomfortably; however Tyrol simply dismissed the slight annoyance and enjoyed the strong salty tang as he licked his lips slowly. Eyes closed, hands clasped firmly behind his back, the left on top of the right, the Commodore cut a statuesque pose, which was exactly why Captain Ferguson was so reluctant to interrupt him.

“You have something to say Captain?” Asked Tyrol in a gravely tone, causing the young Captain to involuntarily flinch with surprise. “Sir,” replied Ferguson, throwing the Commodore a salute, even though he wasn’t facing him. “Imperial High Command sent through a priority transmission for you. It instructed that you be informed immediately,” said the Captain, offering the Commodore a slightly damp piece of paper. Tyrol turned around slowly and eyed the Captain wearily. Ferguson managed to suppress his urge to stare at the Commodore’s face, particularly at the three large scars which had replaced the location of his left eye. It was rumoured among the men that Tyrol had received the wound in a bar fight, in some piss-hole third world country, knife-fighting with a trio of local savages. Another rumour insisted that it was due to some freak training accident, a lowly seaman during basic training had boastfully challenged his superior at the time, the now Commodore, to a knife dual . It was said that the man had given him that scar, before disappearing from the face of the Earth. Regardless of its origins, the Commodore wore the wound with pride, declining any surgery or even an eye-patch to mask it.

He reached out and grasped the piece of paper before gently prising it from the Captain’s grip. He then turned back around to face the wide expanse of the ocean and silently read the order slip. “We are being re-tasked by Command to cease all patrol duties and make all haste for the island of Karthay. Apparently they want to give those present a fine viewing of Tergnitzian steel, while I get to play diplomat at some conference.” Tyrol sighed silently; he had though the days of him dealing with the political bullshit of the navy were over, apparently not. “Captain inform Flotilla Admiral Grierson of our new orders and direct him to order the Flotilla to make for Karthay,” he said, crumpling up the piece of paper in his hand. “At once sir. I took the liberty of informing Navigation already, they predict that we are roughly four hours from the island, should the good weather keep,” said Ferguson confidently. “Excellent, you are dismissed Captain,” said Tyrol, before throwing the paper ball over the edge of the destroyer.

20 vessels, 3,534 sailors, 160 marines and 60 pilots
(2) Hayasake Class Heavy Destroyers [DDC]
- (3) AH-3 Archangel Attack Helicopters each
(6) Shirune Class Light Destroyers [DD]
- (2) SRH-61 Wren Recon and SR Helicopters each
- (2) AH-3 Archangel Attack Helicopters each
(4) Littoral Class Combat Ships
(2) Guided Missile Destroyers
(4) Firefly Class Frigates [FFG]
(2) Gwendolyn Class Mine Countermeasure Vessels

[The City State Rhydin]

Tyng and Milika had been at the diplomatic estate for less then an hour or so when various vehicles could be heard making their arrival. The near quiet hum yet stink of ethanol hinted at the arrival of the Haruspex delegation, while the tinny sort of engine tone marked both the Canini and the Orycto representatives. He himself wasnt exactly comfortable with non humans but it was as it must be. It was highly doubtful that any nation beyond Haruspex had any sort of dealing with them.

Stepping from the assigned quarters within the estate, as this was to be a lengthy affair, as was it's nature. Dragging multiple representatives from various corners of the vast world tended to be more then just a simple meeting. A cup of tea cradled in right hand, left hand brushing the front of uniform as waiting for his better half and counter part to arrive.

RSS agents that had come with had already checked the room for listening devices and were also present. Two maintained a presence by their vehicles, and the other two would trail them about as point defense should there be any sort of nonsense attempted. The wolf was upon him in moments, he could feel her fingers draping about his free arm, curling herself into him a bit. A tilt of head towards the woman, and mate with an acknowledging look.

The Karthay representatives were interesting but not in an appearance sort of way. They were polite in their mannerisms but overly bland otherwise. The nation made a living as a mediator, and as a corporate free market, the island itself basically one giant harbor with a single city that supported millions of residents. A nod given to the man in the Arab like robes and head piece who moved with a group of others. A gesture from one was meant as a come hither bit, it would seem the gathering of dignitaries had begun.

Milika and he were then guided by one of the small gathering of robed individuals to a room where a long and wide table sat. There were enough seats for the side of the Unified Front, and on the other side, the League, whomever they had decided to send as a group representative. Beside and at the head and end of the table, there were the reps. A slow exhale of air, as settling down into one of the plush seats, tea cup set to the suface of the table at hand, resting upon a coaster. Cigarette taken from a thin silver case, placing it gently between lips as watching the hosts. They nodded an approval to his silent question and then his lighter flicked with a movement of wrist, flame caressing the tip to make it glow an amber orange.

Time for the new age to begin with the war of words...

[The Batorys]

The man screamed as his throat was torn open. After drinking deep, the High Priestess, in a well practiced motion, shoved him over the bowl in the middle of the altar, where his blood would drain to the bare earth below. A messy feeder, blood covered her pale, tattooed upper torso, and was dripping down her belly as she held the victim down. It wasn't necessary for every single drop to fall to the soil below, only that most of it did. Sacrifice wasn't a pretty ritual, and some messiness was actually preferred for spectacle, the altar evidencing this through its centuries of stains. Though the killer was a tall women, sacrificial victims were often bigger than the High Priestess, and though she was strong, being moroii, she usually used pressure points to keep them from rising again. This one wouldn't, that was certain. He gave only a brief gurgle before passing out due to the loss of such an immense amount of blood. The High Priestess began chanting and her congregation followed along, asking the dark goddess whose rites they performed to protect her scion and if failing that, visit horrors upon any who harmed her in vengeance. Other, less vital chants followed.

Chanting with the others, Empress Vereba could not help but crack a smile in the dim torchlight. It was, perhaps, a bit morbid to enjoy human sacrifice so, but then again, she was a Batory, so it wasn't as if it was much compared to other activities she enjoyed. The Order of Ithtyr was one of the most, if not the single most conservative of the clergy in the Empire's rites. While the temple in Sarkanotthon did have electric lighting, for services, the priestesses still used torches. It was not supposed to be bright at an Ithtyrian worship service, after all. It would perhaps even be offensive to the bloodthirsty goddess. Of course, naked priestesses sacrificing human beings to a dark goddess inside a temple lit only by torches did somewhat reinforce the "evil" reputation the Batory Empire, its rulers in particular, had abroad, but Vereba hardly cared. Her family had been worshiping Ithtyr since before most foreign religions had even been thought of.

As the ceremony ended and the congregation, some of them a bit shaken (even for devout believers, a sacrifice was sometimes unsettling, for understandable reasons), the Empress waited behind. After everyone but the High Priestess and her attendant lower priestesses had left, Vereba called over to her. "Mother," she said coyly, not quite mocking. "If it would not be imposing, may I stay for dinner?" While "Mother" was how the High Priestess of Ithtyr was traditionally addressed, the Empress had said it jokingly due to the fact that the High Priestess was, in fact, her niece, Eszti.

Grinning back mischievously, the younger woman licked her lips and said "Of course you may... daughter, ha ha. You know you are always welcome in my quarters."

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"So who will go with you?" Eszti asked, getting up to have another slice of meat from the table. A servant stood in the doorway, trying not to think about the origin of the thinly sliced meat on the platter. He'd been at the sacrifice.

"Get me some, too, while you're up," Vereba asked. "I'm thinking of leaving Thurzo in charge along with your cousin," she replied, taking the dish that her niece offered, while remaining in bed as Eszti got back in. "I'll probably take Iwak with me, as he's younger than Bjorn and so more able to fight, if there's need."

"Sensible," the High Priestess said, between bites. "Ilona and Thurzo always manage well when you travel, as well. Will you bring an adjunct as well?"

"Siras Vuun," her aunt replied, also between bites. "I'd thought about bringing Roka instead, but I had to assign her to that whole business in the east. That new rebel demagogue is cleverer than we'd first thought and managed to outwit and eliminate most of the first hand we sent after him." She laughed, then. "Besides, unlike us, Siras doesn't get sunburned."

Eszti shared her laugh, and leaned over, kissing her. It seemed talk of politics was done for now, as they set down their plates to work up an appetite again.

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The small jet approached Karthay's airport as the sun fell westward with the impending dusk. What perhaps may have surprised some was that it was white, not black as might be stereotypical in one's mind for official Imperial vehicles. A closer look revealed that in fact, it was actually just off white, the color of sun bleached bones. In fact, its decorative markings, hinting at the form of a dragon, made it look like it was actually carved from such. While one might disparage the Batory clan as a bunch of cannibalistic, incestuous monsters, and be completely right, one had to admit, they did have style.

Its pilot landed it with scarcely a bump, the aircraft coming to a halt and its door coming open as a staircase was lowered. A car approached. It was stylish, but not gaudy, and was painted black. It had been sent ahead of time in a cargo plane. Three figures walked down from the aircraft and got in. Unobtrusively, the vehicle drove quickly to the site of the meeting. When it parked, the three figures got out, and those already at the meeting could discern them. One was a tall, stern looking man, wearing garb that could be described as military-esque, even though it was likely not regulation. This was Iwak, one of the three husbands of the Empress. He was not known for being the talkative or jovial type. At least not in front of others. A small, tanned woman wore similar clothing, and scars crossed her face. The edge of a tattoo was just visible under her collar. She had much more the look of a killer than Iwak did, though he didn't seem to be one to be trifled with either. Siras Vuun was second in command of the Dragon's Claw, after all. The third figure was obviously Empress Vereba, alone in the group in her formal dress. While there was a sinister edge to her image, to put it lightly, most would agree that she was quite beautiful, depending on one's tastes. Her jet black hair was worn in a very tall pony tail, its jet black matching her jet eyes, the hue not quite matching the deep red, nearly black, single-shouldered dress she wore, but complimenting it nicely. The dress itself covered everything, yet somehow hid nothing. Both contrasted with her pale skin, crossed with a few ritualistic tattoos. The single edged war brand in a strap on her back looked slightly out of place with her elegant attire, yet somehow fit.

Quietly chatting with Siras Vuun, she bid her adjunct and her husband stand towards the back, and then took her seat with a razor blade smile, nodding in acknowledgment to Yesol and Aria and facing Tyng and Milika. She found it amusing to indulge one's vices at an official meeting, but said nothing of it, nor did she let on what she thought. "Greetings," she said, sonorously, her voice husky yet tinged by that strange hissing sound present behind all moroii voices, to varying degrees.

[Ser Di Haruk]

Entering into the wolves den, Halon noted the presence of several dignitaries from various nations, those known to him and others only hinted at. Huan, otherwise addressed as Commissar Gamen at his side, and the Harukian delegates officially made their presence known with the handing of the invitation certificate to the nearest Karthayian representative.

Once cleared, a seat was taken next to Tyng. The two officers knew each other, and well at that. Besides the Haruspex, and the para-military like looking Batory's present, it would seem the Unified Front had the majority of seats at this conference. A polite nod to those across the way from him, a stern individual, he was calm and composed.

Huan on the other hand was obviously not military, but of a civilian nature. Her attire however was of the civil service that permeated the Imperial Republic. Greetings indeed, I believe only a few remain to arrive and then we can discuss matters at hand. He left plenty of manuevoring room for his compatriots as well as those who were not of such.

Huan simply smiled towards the..Empress? The dossier provided wasnt quite overflowing with information on their would be counter-parts in this grand process that was happening. She had a voice that carried like a winter's wind, and was as abrasive as such a thing. We noticed a war fleet nearby, bearing the banners of a country that is apart of the League. A counter-measure should you meet failure here? Hardly becoming. Bit of a barb in that directed towards the League member nation delegates.

[Renor Xukuth]

Perhaps there was regret in many an eye, or perhaps a lack of trust even for a meeting upon so called hallowed ground? Who can be certain, and who will ever know in the end..Fleet Lord Vekta doubted any would remember the times spent in this part of the world or what it signified to those present after they were but dust and bone.

Following in the wake of the aircraft carried delegates, the Xukuthite delegation came in a far slower chariot. The 33rd Carrier strike group out of Paphos, coupled with the 27th support fleet. The flagship was that of the carrier DNCV Terak Nieth of the Raptor class. Surrounding the Terak Nieth were two additional carriers of the same class, two VTOL carriers, and then the support surface fleet that consisted of four 210 Dekan Class Frigate's, four 208 Ryssan Class Frigate's, eight 205 Ymekydun Class Corvette's, two Olath Vlos Class LREF's ,and two 941 Dobruuh's glided beneathe the waves to complete the escort.

The Mil-24 E outfitted for the diplomatic needs lifted off from the flagship and carried Vekta's cargo as his fleet maintained watch from their position. On board the heavy helicopter, Duke Hiendor, and Duchess Siefa of the so called traitor house Renor Xukuth. The very same house that helped form the renegade nation, although there were other houses in the homelands, for a decision such as this it was necessary to send those that made the true decisions.

The heavy thumping sound of rotor blades hurtled the gunship across the sea's waves and to the Karthay helipad awaiting their arrival. Skimming the rooftops and the brush alike, to eventually circle the helipad once before landing upon said pad. Helicopter side door opened and while some of the Karthay representatives waiting at the edge of the pad. Hiendor and Siefa stepped out and adjusted their attire.

They were not military, or at least didnt consider them as such. Siefa wore a gown of satin, it exposed as much as it hid, and while it hid some, it never covered the runic tattooes covering body. Hiendor in a casual suit, collar open and somewhat loose fitting. A cane in right hand, though he didnt have a limp.

Escorted to the meeting area, casual tilt of head towards the so called true Haru-Dakat and their guests before the Duke settled in, and the Duchess briefly smiled, sliding a hand across Hiendor's shoulder in provactive fashion before nearly draping herself into the nearest chair.

[Oryctolagus cuniculus]

The first of the nonhumans arrived. The anthromorphic hares were of curious oddities to the people of Karthay, even having dealt with them at times, it was still a rarity to see an Orycto from beyond the seas. Customary bows and so forth as both he and his mate stepped forth from the dark green sedan that had chaffuered them up and to the interior of the diplomatic estate.

Grand General Snag Ear. it is good to see you, it has been many years since your people left the misty lands. The words came from one of the host representatives and he nodded absently while replying. It was time. Acornia nodded as well but didnt speak, she would later more then assuredly did he believe when they were at this meeting.

They were somewhat taller then the average human, but slender. Muscle mass however was a bit denser, so they weighed more then they looked to. Ears perked and twitched some, as they stepped within the conference room, something smelled off, the taint of blood recently spilled. His twitching nose led him to look in the direction of the then unbeknownst Batory representative. Interesting these folk were. Have to be wary. Perhaps more then usual.

While he preferred to wear a sort of uniform, it was modest and refined, of the likeness to cavalry officers attire. Acornia on the other hand, wore a traditional long dress and blouse, looking very much a Swiss Miss in his eyes. Oh Heidi he would sometimes say and earn a smack against the nose or head from her. A slight bow, before finding the seats that had been provided for.

The accent of the Orcyto was soft, much to the nature of the Hare's they once stemmed from. It rumbled forth yet the end result was a smooth murr of sorts that paraded an English of a sort upon one's ears. They were of Fey nature, products of a mytho bloodline that had for an age or three been apart from man until now. There was another on it's way, both the stereotypical prey and predator would be represented.

We meet, at long last.

[Tergnitz]

The Commodore walked purposefully down the long corridor, fidgeting with his collar, yanking it to the right slightly along the way. Tyrol was a dedicated pupil of the Hawker school of Naval thought; High Admiral David Hawker was one of the Navy’s most honoured and legendary officers, he had been Knighted by the Emperor personally after his suppression of the Herbank Rebellion in the early 18th century. After his death, the Hawker Naval Academy had been quickly established and its reputation had grown rapidly. It was known throughout the military community as an institution which advocated a staunch conservative political stance, along with a rigid adherence to traditional naval doctrine, heavily emphasizing the chain of command and the divide between officers and enlisted men. Tyrol’s comprehensive education at the Academy influenced his decisions and behaviour to this day; it was a key factor in his decision to bring a full ceremonial uniform on every single deployment, no matter the destination or length. As the fleet inched closer to Karthay, he had worked feverously to ensure that his uniform met his almost impossibly high standards. Medals and citations had been meticulously arranged, every piece of visible metal had been shined to a bright sheen and every crease in the white uniform had been ironed out carefully. The end result of almost two hours worth of dedicated work was a product which had exceeded those standards.

This perfected product was on display to the entire crew of the Logan as Tyrol continued down the corridor with two squads of Imperial Marines, in full combat gear, in tow. One of the marines rushed forward in front of the Commodore, opening a large steel hatch before throwing him a by-the-book salute. Tyrol promptly returned his salute and passed through the hatchway into the streaming sunlight of the Logan’s rear deck. The bright sun shone down onto his body, warming it slowly as he proceeded across the deck to the waiting helicopter; blades cutting through the air effortlessly. He paused momentarily at the helicopter’s side door as his marine bodyguard streamed pass him into the waiting bird. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, centring his thoughts, slowing his heartbeat. He quickly ticked off a mental checklist and opened his eyes again, he was ready.

Within minutes the helicopter was in the air with an escort of two, unarmed light attack helicopters. As they sped across the water to the rapidly approaching island, Tyrol smiled as he thought of what a show this must be to the natives of Karthay. He had briefly flicked though an Imperial Intelligence briefing packet on the island in his cabin an hour ago, only to discover that they had no real military to speak of, only a small domestic police force. A strong display of modern military might always creates a lasting impression, thought Tyrol as he turned his gaze back to the ocean where the fleet was anchored slightly off the coast of the island. His thought were interrupted however as the pilot’s voice came over the headphones, “One minute to the DZ.” Tyrol looked around the helicopter’s crowded troop bay at the faces of his marine bodyguard. The men looked confident, they were not expecting trouble and if trouble came to them, he had no doubt they could handle it. With a light thump, the chopper landed on a large patch of grass slightly south of the main diplomatic estate. The marines quickly jumped out of the helicopter in a manoeuvrer they had executed hundreds of times before, securing the helicopter’s perimeter before advancing slightly to take advantage of any immediate cover.

Several minutes later, the helicopters had departed and Tyrol along with the marine detachment were following a local guide to the main meeting hall, apparently several other dignitaries had already arrived. The marines, as per their training, continued to scan their surroundings for any potential threats. They soon reached a rather large, ornate door, which the guide indicated was the hall, without looking around Tyrol spoke softly, “McCormack, Johnson, your with me. Everyone else, secure the building’s perimeter, but stay in contact with each other.” Some of the marines were slightly confused by the orders, yet they knew better than to question a superior officer, replying softly, “Yes sir,” in near unison. With that quick exchange over, Tyrol proceeded into the meeting hall without delay and dropped down into a seat furthest away from the other dignitaries.

[Canini]

On the heels of their Hare counterparts, the wolven beast known as Nyren, General of Staff, and head of the military junta that heralded the Canini Empire, arrived at the meeting. Slightly taller then those of the Orycto bloodline, the second creature race looked every bit of wolf that one would think of. Eyes of slitted yellow atop green so dark, teeth brushed to an ivory sheen.

Uniform of dark material, primmed and proper like, gloves upon those paws and boots shined to a mirrored edge, reflecting of the interior about. A Vitis held in one hand. A functional implement used to direct military drill and maneuvers, or to administer physical punishment. In the Canini army, a short vine wood staff, afore mentioned vitis is carried and used for corporal punishment by higher officers (often from the socio-political elite). Often considered a traditional visual attribute.

With a slow swing of head, looking towards those present before heading towards an open seat. He didnt have an entourage unless you counted the soldiers that were awaiting outside. Their dark grey helmets hid ears save for the tips, assault rifles at the ready and a sedan of dark grey paint exterior. They didnt need to come, a divide between men and officers was necessary. It created order and kept chaos at bay, by keeping the rank and file where they should and the officers at the forefront.

His soldiers had their orders, to stand at the ready, and to be as they must, as imposing figures much like himself. As settling into the seat, officers cap was set upon the surface of the table. A slow movement of right gloved paw to loosen collar a bit. " Well now, we are all present it would seem. Let us get on with it. " His voice was gravelly, baritone deep and carried well. He could see a slight shiver in bodylanguage by his Orycto counter-part and would inwardly smile at the effect he could still have on them, even as allies.

Vitis set upon lap, though it could be raised with an ease of effort. The Haru-Dakat and the Batory were expected, though word was there was at least one proper military representative. Perhaps this conference would not be totally in vain.

[The Batorys]

"The fleet belongs to Tergnitz," Vereba said, casually, seeming to have no opinion whatsoever on its presence. "Its presence is as much a surprise to myself as to you, Commisar Gamen, I assure you. Perhaps Commodore Tyrol suffers from airsickness but not seasickness and thus prefers to travel by warship." Her voice, though retaining its husky, cruel, veritable sound-of-sin quality, revealed her statement to be genuine. It was, of course, as she had no idea why the man from Tergnitz had brought a fleet. "Or perhaps he just feels more secure with his fleet nearby... you know how some men can be..." the vampiress cocked a knowing half smile at Huan Gamen. "May I call you Huan, or would that be too familiar for our circumstances?"

"Though, I don't think it's really that important," the Batory Empress said. "I mean the war fleet, of course. Your allies Renor Xukuth have, after all, brought their own fleet," she pointed out. "Yet I am sure the stately Duke Hiendor and lovely Duchess Sofia, who have now joined us, intend nothing dishonorable." Of course, Vereba had no idea whether the Renor Xukuth nobility planned anything untoward, but naturally, even if they did, it wouldn't do to start off saying so. Such a shame they're our rivals... otherwise they might be... interesting in a more... casual setting. At least we have stylish enemies. She turned to the pair she'd just mentioned and nodded. "Hello, by the way, apologies for not greeting you earlier," she said with another smile that exposed barbed fangs. Turning back to Commissar Gamen, she added "We're all civilized, I should hope that none came here with violent intentions." She had not brought much force beyond her adjunct and husband, as a sign of faith, and so was in truth a bit disappointed that others had brought their war weapons with them. Of course, if she ended up dead at the conference, a possibility she reluctantly entertained, then her heir Ilona would take the Throne of Bones. That would not really be beneficial to her enemies, for a variety of reasons, beginning with her daughter's pronounced sadism and exceeding ruthlessness... not that Vereba wasn't sadistic and ruthless herself, but Ilona exceeded her mother in these respects by quite a bit.

The Orycto representatives were quite the novelty to Vereba's eyes, though of course she didn't say so, as that would be rude. One should be polite even to one's rivals, at least initially. One of her first thoughts, and one that she immediately suppressed, was a question of whether they tasted like non-anthropomorphic rabbits. It wasn't the type of thing to be wondering while conducting diplomacy. At least not while at peace. 'So wee meet at last,' the Orycto had said. "So we do, Grand General."

Snag Ear was followed by the prodigal Commodore Tyrol, the presence of whose battle fleet Commissar Gamen had criticized earlier. It was lucky that Renor Xukuth had also brought a fleet, otherwise Vereba might have been tempted to pull the Commodore aside later and snap his head off (figuratively, not literally) about it, but there was no need now.

And finally, Nyren, from Canini arrived. Interesting that these and the Orycto are allies... Vereba mused internally, as Nyren looked very... well, wolfish. And militaristic. His gruff voice seemed almost stereotypical of a hardened military officer, but then, what did civilians of his species sound like? It could be that their vocal cords produced that type of sound by default, like the background hiss that accompanied all voices of the Empress' own kind. "So we are, let's," the moroii agreed. There would be no use for casual banter with this one, she could tell. The UFA was represented completely. Every member had sent a delegate, in some cases two. Representing the League, however, would only be herself, Aria and Yesol, and Tyrol. The the lack of attendance by League nations, signified by the fact that at the conference the UFA outnumbered them despite the League actually having more members, stirred in Vereba an emotion between irritation and worry. There was nothing to be done about it now, however.

[Machina Haruspex]

The frost bitten looking skin that adorned the flesh of Aria gave her a somewhat exotic look, and yet she found herself drawn to the Batory's representative somewhat, this being the first time they've ever met in person. Pnudran, E tu pameaja E nydran ran. She off hand commented in native before assuming a more, proper sitting position. Her eyes delighted with the arrival of Hiendor, and Siefa.

I see the dnyedun house put together a fine pair for us this round. Shame what happened to the last representative. I do believe his bones still decorate the Emperor's favorite chair. Off hand remark before continuing, her voice had a bit of the northern accent, serrated blade like tongue that conveyed both the hint of wickedness and passion upon the winter's cool biting wind. As you know, we have arranged this conference to, as they say, prevent the outbreak of hostilities. Though truely you upstarts should know your places, we have come as representatives of the League with others of worth, to hear your problems. She said it in such a fashion as to seem uncaring in the least for the UFA's concerns and what not.

Yesol at this point interjected himself into the mix. Where as Aria had the biting wind, his voice was as smooth as a summer breeze and thus they were the serpentine pair brought to any and all diplomatic events of the hour's need and when discretion was needed. Truely the Imperium in it's reach outward has encountered each of those present before, and has resolved issues with fairness and clarity of mind. Your complaints about League nations violating your territorial shipping lanes, aerospace, and or removing your presences completely is without proof.

It wasnt, but then again, Vesol wished to see what the UFA would do when confronted by an entity that completely disregarded their oh so stoic presence as a unified front of nations ready to do business, be it with word or the sword. A casual tilt of head towards the Batory representative, Empress Vereba , as well as that of Tergnitz representative Commodore Tyrol. He'd not officially met either of them, but he was impressed in a small way by either of them at the moment. A faint draw of something other then air from the thin clear tube now and then near the collar of shirt. Tinted glasses removed for the moment, allowing those sea-water greens to be seen for a brief moment.

Really, these vagabonds had nothing he was interested, they should have just waited until they were present and then launched a cruise missile. Instead, they were present and speaking to the heads of a hydra. The only ones he seriously considered a threat were that of the Xukuthites and that of the Rhydinians. Traitors, they should just know when to die. Half smirk, like so much a knife wound teased his face, and then he slowly settled back into the chair.

Belatedly, I am Yesol Zun, High Cleric of the House Vlos Zun, Servant of his Majesty, and representative of the Imperium in this matter. My counter part is that of Aria Ki'Zun, High Inquisitor of House Vlos Zun. With proper introductions aside, the matter still stands of your alliance's accusation that the League is involved in the unsavory business of trade monoply, of which we think is just jealousy being voiced through diplomatic channels as a way to sulley our fine orginization.

Once more falling back into a comfortable, if somewhat lounging looking seat, as if relaxed and yet bored at the same time. Truely if he were just a bit more militaristic he might actually be impressed by the rows of shiny metal trinkets and war fleets. It was all just so boorish, he'd rather a party with drinking and maybe a bit of some less then proper entertainment, but alas, it was stern faces and gruff voices.

[The City State Rhydin]

Despite the lackluster and almost certainly directed at him comments about being upstarts, Tyng merely allowed an exhale of bluish smoke from between thin lips, and directed said exhaust if you will towards the Haru-Dakat, what the loyalists called themselves these days. After a moment, he allowed a few embers from the tip to fall into a waiting ashtray.

" Comments unbecoming such as they are, the Unified Front Alliance has on more then one occassion chased out various League vessels from it's waters, and airspace. Not to mention acts of bullying on corporate levels, none more then the esteemed true blood's own giant conglomerate known as HIA. This isnt so much of a meeting for diplomatic affairs as the Alliance coming together to deliver an ultimatium. " Pause and slow drag upon the cigarette once more.

"If the conditions of our terms are not meant, the only recourse will be to engage in military manuevering. " Despite the true blood's presence, we are more then willing to wage into combat, if it means dislodging the League from about our throats or near enough so to them." Another slow exhale, absently watching the path the smoke took for a moment.

" It is also more then apparent that the rest of your League is not capable of meeting us, seeing as you are all that arrived, and while vast nations in your own right, you are outnumbered and only one of you seems prepared." Slight nod to the entering Commodore.

" You may ask how prepared we are to risk it all for the gains at hand, and you should know, that we had intended to singularly target the Sovereign Imperium of Machina Haruspex fully as they are the biggest threat out of the entire League. You may of course disagree, but such is fact in terms of soldiers, and hardware. "

A gesture of hand to his various counterparts. " Each of these representatives present can attest to such. Though you may wonder why we would wish to give such away. Truth is, honour dictates it, at least on my behalf. It's only proper etiquette between enemies you see." He could see faint nods from Nyren and Sefia, his conspirators in this decision. Those not involved were probably annoyed but would get over it. Now was not the time to be less then whole, when before sharks.

[The Krieg Empire]

Bam bow sticky.

Also I cant get involved until I finished my small RP story I had going for a change in my nation but I will once I get done.

[Renor Xukuth]

Duke Hiendor, and Duchess Siefa merely sort of waxed and waned through that whole speech by Yesol and Aria. How typical, and Hiendor briefly yawned before letting errant fingers play a tune upon Siefa's shoulder nearest. That which was the plan amongst the Rhydinian's tickled their fancies a bit but nothing beyond the facade of some base emotion.

Perhaps a pithy happiness, or some sort of attempt at a smirk rolled over the lips of Siefa while she offered a look towards Vereba and the let that gaze slowly traverse those present. So stiff and formal, the commodore was. Same could be said for most of the UFA, but they had their purpose after all.

" It's so charming to see such nobility in such a place, pity indeed we sit across one another. Then again, with such raveneous dogs as the Haru-Dakat, there is no other place for us it would seem. " Siefa's voice was crisp, but held a bit of a serpentine hiss like quality to her words. Hiendor simply smiled before contributing after a moment. " Truely such a sadness, I shall weep for these memories, let them be treasured we encounter pleasant company amidst demons."

A slow tease of right arm, and then draw of a hankerchief from chest pocket. The emblazoned emblem of House Xukuth upon it's right corner. " This is but a sign, that we are truely representing the House and it's people. The Empress offers her condolences but it is as it must be. We shall sing a song of the passing times between such nations as those present."

The hankerchief dropped to left palm, and then carefully set upon the surface of the table before him. A placid expression worn as dutifully folding it with precise angles and so forth before withdrawing hands to comfortably rest upon arms of the chair he was settled within.

Siefa smiled again, somewhat otherworldly was her presence. Similiar to that of the Haru, and that of the Rhydinian's as well. A fey line they all shared. " Truely, truely this shall be a glorious and a weeping song for the route we take, but it must be as it has been lain up to be. " A glance again at the blood drinker, the people eater, Vereba. She was quite fasciniating she was.

[Ser Di Haruk]

Halon simply nodded somewhat to the banterings, more then aware of several long term feuds coming into the mix, which only served to create a batter if you will, of hate and malice. Yesol of course was as he remembered him the first time, and more like his father then any of the others created by that genetic imprint of the late Khazodan.

Huan smiled towards the forward Vereba in a sort of off handed fashion, dimissing such a thing as trivial while responding. If it does indeed make it easier, you may call me Huan. The Harukian culture was very much samurai-esque in origin. They valued honour, dedication, ruthlessness, and an above all sacrifice for the chosen path of their banner and by that, the nation at large.

Indeed, the Field Marshal wore a blade at the hip, though it would remain sheathed for most likely the entire bout of this diplomatic meeting. It could not be withdrawn unless to taste blood and could not be sheathed again until it had done so.

Leather gloves cinched a bit as hands were made into fists of a sort upon the table. Halon kept calm, a resounding trait that served his family line well. Clan Grais was well entrenched within the military, and thus was a reason he'd been sent. Huan on the other hand, was of the intelligence sector. Though not viewed as a warrior, when compared with the likes of Halon, she to wielded a blade, though a hidden one.

It would seem there are ulterior motives in this design, but that is beside the point. The League will withdraw from out territories by choice, or we will remove you. Pause and then continued. I have faced the so called Haru-Dakat before, and well is my name spoken by my enemy. Think twice before pressing us Yesol. Lest you join your father to be but a genetic history in a jar.

He let that barb go, but there wasnt a grin, nor a smirk. It was a lethal thing he had released. Khazodan had been struck down in the field of battle, by none other then Halon Grais, and the sword worn at hip. Two men in the field of modern war, clutching blades and each other amidst the fallen forms of their comrades and enemies alike.

[The Batorys]

"We didn't come 'unprepared,' as you say, good sir," the Empress said, as if it should be obvious. "As mentioned, Tyrol brought a war fleet, but so did one of your delegations. If you judge 'preparedness' by the ability to lay waste to this lovely isle, it would seem that both the UFA and the League are equally 'prepared,' as you say." Waving her hand dismissively, she changed tones. "But I came to speak of politics, not play toy soldiers. If military action is our intention, then coming here was a waste of my valuable time." She did not mention that in her eyes, indulging an addiction in front of an enemy was a sign of weakness... though Tyng's preoccupation made her inwardly think about acquiring a clove during a recess in the conference, or if it adjourned. Or more... but she wasn't sure if her other vices were legal in Karthay. "You say we are outnumbered, but that does not matter at a diplomatic conference. Surely, you do not intend to turn this meeting into some sort of street brawl, as that would be uncivilized and unbecoming of us. You wouldn't want me to think I was in personal danger, would you? I can't see how that would be the least bit beneficial to your cause." She wasn't sure if they knew how Imperial succession worked, or how much worse they'd be off with Ilona, rather than Vereba, wielding the Empire's power. While the Empire could be isolated, her daughter was careless with who knew of her personal habits. The Empress shuddered, inwardly.

"So... onto politics..." the moroii said. "Certainly the Empire's military has not been trespassing in UFA nations' waters... well, maybe a little... the Sorviks like taking shortcuts, I've heard... and I do apologize if that has been the case" It was true that one admiral in particular would sometimes cross other nations' waters in order to get where she was going faster Perhaps she needs a talking to... the matriarch thought. "But of course, no intentional provocations from our end, though I can't speak for my colleagues," she added, indicating Tyrol as well as Yesol and Aria. "Of course, merchant vessels and airliners cross into your waters and airspace all the time, but their presence there is because they are visiting your harbors and airports in the ever present bustle of trade. They are no threat."

"As for the accusation of corporate bullying... all corporations owned by Imperial citizens I'm sure follow the laws of your respective nations as well as your own firms do. Otherwise, why not simply take action against the lawbreakers?" Vereba was aware that this was not always as easy in foreign nations as it was within the Empire... she technically owned all property, after all, and so could seize any corporation in the Empire at any time. Therefore, it behooved them to stay on the government's good side, as Empresses and their Adjuncts had in the past broken corporations like so many twigs for merely acting unethically or predatory, let alone illegally. Vereba had no idea why many nations let corporations get away with the things they did. Some even treated corporations as people! Something about some silly right to property, which of course, didn't exist in the Empire. Then again, in the Empire, technically, there were no rights, only privileges... even the "right to life" as foreigners understood it was really only "the privilege not to be considered food" and something that could be revoked at any time. "If our companies are acting illegally, simply prosecute them. If they are acting unethically, but not breaking any law, create laws prohibiting the practices to which you object. If your complaint is simply that our corporations are doing better than yours, raise tariffs. It isn't my fault that Imperial firms succeed."

Though her tone had been business like, if polite, she directed a warm look to Siefa and Hiendor, as if to imply that things needn't be so tense. It seemed peace would be hard, if impossible, to preserve. A bit of a tragedy, though Vereba was not quite as given to drama as the Duke and Duchess. "All states have the capacity to be ravenous, my dear lady. The Empire isn't only because its hunger is momentarily sated and there are no more easily snatched bites at present. Even the most outwardly principled state may act as a savage beast when driven by the sharp pangs of hunger inside, crying out to be fed." It made things far more complicated... and dangerous, that some of these nations on other side of the table had a more.... personal history with Vereba's allies. Perhaps she would speak further with Siefa and Hiendor outside the conference. Fraternization was dangerous, of course, but then, she could at least enjoy a bit of pleasant company, if only for verbal, rather than physical, conversation. It might even be helpful to forge friendly ties to important personages in rival states. The Empress didn't want a war. There was much to lose from it, and little to gain. She'd rather use the political capital required somewhere else. But if the League went to war, she'd have to commit the Empire, that was all there was to it.

Turning to the Harukian delegation, Vereba smiled. "Thank you, Huan, it will make it easier for a senile old woman like myself." Referring to herself as an old woman might shock those who didn't know her age, as the Empress looked no older than forty five, maybe fity. The only signs of aging were light laugh lines and a couple iron grey streaks to her otherwise unrelieved black hair at the temples. In truth, her kind, and especially her clan, just didn't show their age as much as others, and she was actually over seventy. Of course, she still had a good fifty years of life left in her, so long as she didn't indulge some of her more dangerous vices too much. Did Huan regard the vampiress as trivial, or did she through the facade of the social butterfly? Perhaps the self-deprecation of calling herself a senile old woman made it obvious? Certainly, the self-accusation of senility was completely untrue... her clan never experienced it.

"Of course there are ulterior motives, honored Field Marshal," the Empress said, cheerfully. "It's a diplomatic conference. Every single person at this table has designs they're keeping to themselves." Batorys, traditionally, did not have an optimistic view of human nature or of how frequent people were entirely honest. Even if someone was telling the truth, they were probably still only telling part of it in order to present themselves in a more favorable light, even subconsciously. "As for withdrawing from your territories... the Empire is not occupying any, currently." The last word could be taken a number of ways. One such was that if there was a war, that there certainly would be Imperial forces occupying UFA lands. Then again, it could just mean that at the moment, there weren't any Imperial armed forces on UFA territory. "Certainly, I let my people conduct business in your lands, and if they break your laws, you are free to try them and I will not object, so long as they are tried as fairly as any other lawbreakers under your statutes." While her tone was much more friendly than that of her Haru allies, Vereba's opinion expressed was the same, that the UFA complaints against League nations were largely unwarranted.

Finally, the vampiress raised a thin, black, eyebrow. "Also, Field Marshal, while I cannot tell you what to do, I really would prefer that you did not make personal threats against my fellow league delegate. Though I know that with your personal histories it may be difficult, it would be better if we could keep this conference to business." That spoken, in her sultry, accented voice, Vereba relinquished the floor, so to speak.

[The City State Rhydin]

" Apparently I am out of matches." The statement came out of the blue, amidst the vocal sparring. Tyng was seen patting his pockets some and then managed a bit of a half smile a bit. " Perhaps it's old age. In any case, I believe some aspects of either faction so represented are becoming a bit to hostile." A bit of a pause, though it was clear he meant both the Harukian's and that of the Haru-Dakat present.

" I suggest we take a bit of time in the form of a break. Say a few hours, before we reconvene to settle our differences." A slow rise, Milika following suit as he offered the right gloved hand as a gentlemen might to the opposite upon a ballroom floor. " Mingle or dont, explore Karthay. For some of you, probably the last time you will be here."

While neutral in the trade war, the island nation of Karthay was well within the heavily travelled region of the UFA nations. Sort of a crossroads really, a mediator nation that had acted as such between themselves not so long ago. A bit of a dismissive wave of sorts as he and Milika maneuovered their way towards the entrance of the meeting hall.

The woman upon the arm of the Chancellor General, while she normally wore a uniform to represent her status and rank, for the meeting she to had glammed it up. A gown of modest nature adorned her frame, exposing the olive complexion to her skin tone. She had short dark hair, swept backwards in a modern style, bangs hanging just so to either temple. A simple silver braclet upon the right wrist, to match the loop earings on either ear and the pendent worn so elegantly about neck.

She moved with a grace becoming of her stature, utilizing the figure of Tyng with her walk and how they proceeded to leave. He was as much an asset as he was a lover, and they paired up quite well together. "It's a shame Oscur could not attend this with us. He would learn much." Tyng nodded towards her words as the meeting hall's double doors opened to allow them into a lobby of sorts. " There will be time enough for our son to learn the ways of war and trade." A smirk eventually arose, as their path led to the place he knew it would.

A simple gazebo in the distance, overlooking a pond filled with Koi fish. Twice to Karthay had they been, and twice before had they come here as well. A pause near the lily flowers. " They do smell nice this time of year. " A bit of a topic change as admiring the pond and said flora. " What do you think our chances are? "

Milika stared at the water a moment, then laid her head upon her husbands shoulder, eyes drifting close for a moment or two. " They are excellent opponents. We shall have to be wary. I feel that Halon however would like to just declare war and get it over with. They are quite impatient. "

[Renor Xukuth]

As the apparent break came and from the most unlikely sources imaginable, Hiendor glanced towards Siefa and smirked a little bit. She arose first and offered her hand to her beloved, of whom took it in a languid fashion. " You spoil me my love, in front of all these people. " Light touch of left hand against nearest cheek, feeling her press into him a moment before dancing away. " Truely a teasing breeze as always."

A flirtatious wink came from the sultry gowned minx as she sashayed towards the entrance, and then paused near enough the Batory Empress. " We would be delighted to have company, if you so wish." Such an invitation was followed by Hiendor offering a modest bow before his cane struck the ground in methodical repetition as he meandered behind the swaying form of Seifa, content with the view.

" Truely as the maiden does say, it would be our honour. " The Xukuthite accent has a certain bite to it, though the high standard of which was used, overall had a mellowed tone to it. Just a bit of a bitter at the start, and then it began to flow much as their sing song fashion of speaking did. A polite if afforded by measure, nod towards the nearby Aria as maneuovering about the other.

There are few creatures deadlier then the female of any race, best to be proper about them. Slight adjustment of his casual suit, once more coming into the clutches of Seifa with a bit of a weathered look and a relaxed release of air. Passing through the arches, noting the bodyguards waiting in various areas before continuing on after a moment of study, towards the nearest balcony.

Perhaps a bite to eat might be in order as well, military food didnt exactly wet the appetite while they'd been upon the admiral's ship. Karthay had a diverse menu of delicacies, perhaps they would have time to indulge. This was all pondered as they reached their destination and he came to a rest upon the nearest support pillar as Siefa flowed as if water, into a waiting deck chair. Right hand raised up and out, as if to grasp the image of the sun. " When shall we sing our song? " Hiendor responded after a time. " When this is over, not before, not at this pause. "

[Machina Haruspex]

As the general concensus seemed to reflect the mention of a break, Aria slowly arose from her seat, smoothing the skirt worn as doing so. A faint glance towards Empress Vereba in longing, she did wish to meet with the woman after all, not only to better her standing to the Emperor but also out of curiousity. However there were other matters to attend to, one in particular becoming pressing.

Said matter had already slid from his seat, and a mild stretch of both arms forward before Yesol had slithered his way to come beside that of his sister Aria, arms snaking delicately about waist while head came in. She played along with such an act, right palm gently to his cheek before she broke the hold and let her heeled feet carry her out of the conference area.

Yesol in tow, as were his bodyguards. Trailing them, were her own, as the plan was formulated in her ruthless mind. Her favorite bodyguard, a young woman of pure strain, much the same as herself, had already asked ahead for a private area within the grounds of the estate being used. It was about a ten minute walk, of which she filled with commentary concerning her observation of the other delegates.

Yesol responded here and there, keeping to himself mostly. The meeting hadnt gone quite as he planned. The United Front Alliance had developed a spine, and an attitude to go along with it. Given enough time, and they were certainly for more aggressive and to pun a word, unified then the League was, they could become quite the thorn.

His attention wasnt really on his sister at all, just nodding his head now and then while following along to this supposed wonderful viewing area she had found. When they came to a complete stop, he was more then surprised to find the so called view, nothing more then a storage room with no windows. Yesol stared at the wall for a long moment before slowly turning about. As doing so, there were soft clapping sounds mingled with the wooshing sound of sorts like air out of a compressor.

His bodyguards were already slumping towards the stone and tile, pools of black and red mingling together, the dash of some blue thrown in from the noxious element they put into their bodies via the masks worn. A blank stare as Aria drew close, his eyes widened a moment, and then he heard it before feeling it. That " snikt " sound, and then her blade was through his chin, and dipping into his brain, a twist and his body spasmed before a quick withdraw left him to tumble towards the ground, the last image of his clan sister offering a loving look, before the darkness overcame.

A slow tilt of head to the right as her beloved Dara stepped forth and then kneeled down, placing the shell casing for a Harukian weapon upon the ground next to the guards from an appropriate firing position, followed up by the dagger from Aria's gloved hand, tossing it towards the ground as if the assassins had been hurried. It is done Mistress, it would be wise to head towards the real room asked for.

Aria nodded a moment, glanced down at her brother. You will be the call to arms brother, and the doom of the Unified Front Alliance. Sleep well in oblivion. She then pivoted upon left heel, and stalked out of the room, the bodies were in a service and storage area, it wouldnt be to long before alarms were ringing aloud with the grisly find.