SEC Conference (Closed, ATTN: SEC Members)

[Of the Quendi]

Aleera was releaved when High Prince Louis called for a recess. She had almost had to excuse herself from the conference and leaving for the coronation after the Paladin-Governor's remarks in order not to blow of creating an international crisis. Without looking at anyone she stormed out in the garden the minute the recess was declared. She really needed some air. Why do I keep defending the SEC she wondered. The elders has lost all interest in foreign affairs that doesn't directly involve the Motherland and no one seems to care enough to wish to stay in the SEC. Walking around like a caged panther she thought about how much better she cold have spend her time securing her nations influence over the pope rather then to be insulted by arrogant ulthrani's.

[Blademasters765]

Louis followed after Aleera and found her in the courtyard, he decided that he should let her vent her rage "Princess if you wish to vent I'm always here to talk to or if you want to hit something I'll go get Mitchell" He said using Bladian humour, he walked up to her making sure to stay at a comfortable distance "You obviously want to be somewhere else other then here"he wondered where,then realised it would probably be anywhere but here

[St George of England]

Mathew and Edward had both headed out to the garden too, but, upon seeing the Bladian and Aleera, decided to move off to the side. That didn't stop them from laughing at the Prince's comment, but they busied themselves talking to aides, although Mathew moved off to talk to the Ulthani who was in charge.

[Of the Quendi]

Aleera gave a middle thing between a laughter and a grunt of anger. "No thanks your highness. I think I am just going to go screaming at my ambassador in Eldron. At least then I know no one understand a word." Aleera said. She then paused for a moment. She then decided that there was nothing wrong with talking to Louis about her trouble. Apparently that was what people, and especially woman, did in the rest of the world. "To be honest I am begining to question the sensible in my presence at this conference." She said with a sigh. "It seems that any negotiations would be easier if I allowed the ambassador to continue."

OOC: Eldron is the so called "middle language" used by Quendi's from the easter wastes where the ancestors of the Alcedina lived after the fall. The language is today spoken only in a few regions around the Renn river and on the Abare peninsula as it is very complicated to learn and therefore went out of use in favor of the vernacular Sindarin or "low language". It however remains in use as an auxillary language among the Alcedina and there higher ranking aides

[Blademasters765]

"Perhaps but then they wouldn't be as fun" He said that with a smile, "I'm wondering myself why I'm here, it would of been more sensible to send Alana, she is more diplomatic then me and she tends to be more strict but fun in a way" He looked at Aleera "How old are you again?"

[Of the Quendi]

"I like Alana. She has changed alot since she had my job but I guess we all change." Aleera mused. She was silent for a moment lost in thought. She had given up on a lot by taking the position as acting JMFAWA. Her idealism and innocence was long gone. "Well I am seventeen." Aleera said after a moment. "Sometimes I feel older though."

[Blademasters765]

"17?"Louis said in surprise "Well I thought you were older, you seem to mature for a seventeen year old, how did you get to have to have such a high burden?" He asked her not knowing much about her

Mitchell was off in the distance calling the Queen and informing her of the meeting's progress,

[Of the Quendi]

"By coincidence or scheming dependent on who you ask." The princess replied. "My critics claim that I received my positions because I was ruthless enough to betray my own people. The more sober story is that I was appointed because the Imperial Regency Council needed a special envoy and everyone else was busy. They then considered my results sufficient to appoint me JMFAWA after the suspension of most of the government following the fall of the Quendisphere." After a moments pause she smiled "But the other story is much more interesting."

[Aquilinia]

Felicia was also glad they were having a break. After organizing herself a cup of coffee, she made a few calls home, to inform her government and her husband of the developments at the conference. After that, she went out to join Louis and her sister. "Well, I'd definitely believe the first story, if I didn't know you the way I do." She laughed. "So, what do you think about this conference? And, especially, about our host? Personally, I don't think I like this country much..."

[Of the Quendi]

"I must say I am far from impressed by the Paladin-Governor." Aleera said with a rinkle between her beautiful grey eyes. "While my manners may be seen as extreme I do belive that idiot is a word that should never be used at an international conference." She shrugged. "Well I guess some cultures place a great emphasis on manners and others doesn't."

Ambassador Noor, who had taken some time to say goodbye to the delegates including the Paladin-Governor to make up for the abrupt departure of the princess, walked out into the garden. "My oppinion on the ulthrani's has only been reinforced your imperial highness." He calmly stated in Sindarin not caring if the hosts understood him or not. "To be honest I believe your imperial highness should insist on a formal apology. Your Imperial Highness's ancestors would have drown swords for a comment like that."

[Aquilinia]

Felicia shook her head, and replied in Aquilyarin (a dialect of Sindarin spoken in Aquilinia; Sindarin speakers understand it, and Aquilyarin speakers understand Sindarin). "He already apologized. And we should leave it at that. Remember the last time? I don't want that to happen again. We'll have to tolerate that oaf, for diplomacy's sake. If we start fighting among the delegates, it might well lead to a war within the SEC itself. And that's definitely not worth it. I don't like him either, but you mustn't let your personal likes and dislikes get into your way." She put her hand on Aleera's shoulder. "I had thought you'd become at least a bit Aquilinian." She laughed. "But it appears you still have a lot to learn! Anyway, I called Ulrich, he's on a plane here right now. I hope the Ulthranians let him in..."

[Of the Quendi]

"I wouldn't exactly call that a formal apology." Garion Noor grumpily mumbled at the empress's reply. "But I suppose that in the interest of maintaining peace we could consider it a fitting apology."

"We will have to tolerate this. And don't tell the Imperial Regency Council anything in you report Noor. They always keep grudges about such things for centuries." Aleera said with a nod of disbelief. What had happened to her? Since when had she gone so soft? "It would appear that I have gotten a lot more aquilinian then you give me credit for sister. There was a time where I would have gladly thrown my nation out in decades of war over this." She said with a sad smile. "Who knows in ten years I might even be an ordinary western pushover with no understanding of honor and pride. If that happens do me a favor and put a bullet through my brain." She joked.

Noor, who completely failed to see the funny in the joke, was shocked. How could the princess even think about withholding information from the Imperial Regency Council. Much less talk about it in a light tone of voice in front of foreigners. "Your imperial highness can not be serious. We are obliged by oath and honor to follow the cree of the IRC. We must report anything of interest. Nothing must be withheld."

Aleera sighed. "Nothing will be withheld. I will tell my father when I meet him in Natho next week. All I am asking is that you don't write a formal report. If you do then the IRC will be forced to react in their usual manner. If they are unofficially informed they a pretend like nothing happened." She said. Seeing that Noor was about to disagree she added "Come on Garion. Show some independent thinking. This way there is no outstanding issue between the House and Ulthrani." After a moment's hesitation Noor reluctantly noded. He didn't like bending the rules but he understood why it was neccesary.

[Red Zone 1]

Meanwhile, still seated in his seat - though rather uncomfortably now after hearing all the passing remarks - Brigadier General Edward Renata decided he wants to say something but then some delegates went up first. The young officer, the lieutenant beside him starred a rather blank look - realizing that the conversation not only covered international agenda for the alliance.

Renata, however, found it rather amusing noticing the interactions between the Master of The Blades and the Quendi delegates. Well, there's has been so many political marriage between the two nations - he thought at first but dismissed them later on, knowing it was irrelevant.

These people are Head of States and Renata was only a flag officer, with only one star at his shoulder. Perhaps it is best not to attract too much attentions. Next time the SEC hold a conference, perhaps it would best if Renata pushed the Emperor himself or beg the still recovering Major Aurora Fang to represent Redzon.

But now, back to business...

A joint intelligence services? Wow, the whole deal with the alliance fleet seems to be incomplete to Renata's view. This is interesting. However, he is in no position to make that final call.

He later on went to a quiet corner during the recess...

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OOC: Wow...this long in one day. I missed a lot.

[Aquilinia]

Felicia smiled at Aleera. "It really does seem Aquilinia has gotten into you, sister. You're even picking up a slight Aquilyarin accent! I wouldn't have thought that we could turn an Alcedina into a true Aquilinian!" She laughed. "Anyway, I think we should be going back inside, and continue the debate. We've extended this break for quite a while now. There's still a lot to discuss. And I need to speak to the Paladin-Governor about Ulrich's arrival." She sighed. Hopefully her husband would be able to keep her calm.

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour finally at the coference, having been driven in a car by his assistant. He took his seat at the conference table and saw the bickering of the princess of Quendi, empress of Aquilina, lord from Reformed Brittania, and repersenative from Blademasters. He also saw the Ulthrani hosts. Cavour took out his papers and settled in. He may be a little snoobish and fat, but can always take his oppurtunity.

[Itailian Maifias]

Paladin-Governor Aurelius lost patience from listening to it all
"Alright!" he said, the delegates silenced "First off, if you use ten ships, you are generally going to have more crew, are you an idiot? that has to be the most obvious statement in human existance. an Ulthranian Naval Commander could have defeated those two vessels with only five of these so-called "Valor" cruisers. Mr Roberts, correct me on this, but do you remember the Traddus Manuever, used against your navy in the Ulthranian-Britannian War." he paused. "it's not the ship, it's the crew ladies and gentlemen. Now let us finish this and with whatever sum of money, I will take this and place it into the appropriate defense applications. I and I alone will formulate battlegroups and with what kinds of naval force. I will not render the SEC Navy to two ship battle-groups!"

He looked to the Itailian:

"And look, the Itailian likes to come here on his own accord, that's nice, but you are coming back with the entirety of the group after today is finished, we are in a military lockdown and just because we let you bring your own vehicles does not mean you can go wherever you want or you will not last very long here. Now, back to where we were. The Ulthranian Navy has told me that they are not willing to give this alliance our naval might for the sake of appeasing some nations. So with that said, I will render the decommissioning of an air-capable dreadnought, a drone carrier, an Anti-Aircraft Cruiser and three Missile Cruisers and a Servitus-Class Battleship, used to much effect."

John gave the man an evil glare " Not my fault you are in a military lockdown. What idoito chose to have this in a nation in military lockdown?" John said spitefully as he picked an open chair and sat down in it.

[The Matthew Islands]

King Gilligan let out a sigh, as a break was called. After getting a drink, he left Capone with the papers, and went outside to make a phone call on a sattelite phone. After getting through numerous checks and witch boards, he was finally through to the PM.
"Hello, Prime Minister Jay Cole speaking."
"Jay, Its me."
"Oh, hello sire, how is the conference."
"Eventful, probably the best one I have ever been too. I really admire some of these statesmen and women."
"And has anything been achieved?"
"Well, I think the Ulthranians and Bladians, Britannians and Quendians are going to come to a huge fight over some of the details regarding command. Some of the delegates, rather disappointingly, still seem to hold misplaced faith in having the biggest ships possible. They seem to believe that if they cram as many missile on a ship as possible its unsinkable."
"Well, I suppose these can be sorted as you finalise details. Anything else happen sir?"
"Well, the delegate from Britannia has suggested something about a joint intelligence service."
"Hmmm, interesting..."
"He seemed very nervous when presenting it though..."
"Well, I can't tell you too much, but I have it on good authority that some of their practices are rather frowned upon by the international community, especially if a nation like Royal Britannia was caught doing it."
"Well, what do you think would be the best way forward."
"Well, spying is a game of cat and mouse. Sign up to anything but not too much. If we start getting agents even on the edge of their security services, god knows the secrets we could uncover. We have our won as well, so I am sure that they will be doing the same."
"Very well, I will do my best to keep you up to date Jay. I will speak to you again soon."
"You too Sire."

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour was working on his papers. He was carefullly looking over them and thinking them out. He would present a proposal to the entire Conference, on the subject of a series of laws framing the work of the Alliance, in order to allow for easier control and governance. He would, however, make sure it was correct.

[Of the Quendi]

"Well I am an Alcedina but thats not a nationality. You to are an Alcedina although not in behaviour." Aleera said as they walked back into the meeting room. "Besides one of the reasons my people dislike me and considers me a traitor is that I am to much of a globalist for their xenophobic tastes. I adhere to Shinto and consider converting to catholicism. I speak japanese in my daily life and dislike Quendi Airag. I stopped considering myself a Quendi long ago. I am a Quendi Globalist of the Imperial House of Alcedina." She said talking aboout the long lasting despute as to where the loyality of the Alcedina should lay. With the Most Serene Republic or with the International Community.

Garion Noor considered for a moment to suggest the princess lt him take over the rest of the conference. She was clearly stressed and her pride and arrogance could become a problem if she feelt insulted. He however quickly reconsidered. Suggesting it would probably be a quick way to suicide. He instead joined the empress and princess walking five steps behind them into the building to resume the conference. Now how was he and Aleera to reply to the idea of a sharing of informations between the Imperial Inquisition and the other nations intelligence agencies?

[Jbeil]

As the other representatives exited the room,Marie remained seated.
She had originally planned to speak to the Quendian delegate concerning the humanitarian aid,but,as things got out of hand so quickly,she didn't have the chance and instead decided to speak to the delegates after the break.
She sat silently in her seat,regularly eying her papers and the Britannian documents,desperately wanting to see their "opinion" of her nation,but,alas,she could not do that,this was an international conference,and she must behave like she fits there.
As she was reading the documents on the Jbeili budget,the Aquilinian,Britannian and Quendian delegates reentered the room.
Deciding to speak to them,especially the Baldian,considering his and her governments' recent unofficial "pact" to aid Jbeil out of the recession.
She moved slowly,hoping the foreigners would see her coming and start the conversation themselves,she despised having to speak with total strangers on important issues.While heading towards the Baldian,she kept thinking the same annoying thing over and over again.
Why do we still wear these ceremonial clothes,they make people so hot and annoyed in them...

[Aquilinia]

Felicia put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "I see. Well, I guess if you want a nationality, it would be Aquilinian, now. Anyway, what do you think about that intelligence sharing thing Roberts proposed? I myself think it's a good idea, although I doubt the Order would approve." The Order of the Assassins had become Felicia's secret weapon against her enemies, both insinde and outside her country, since it only answered to her in person. "The Army Intelligence and Information Division might be ready to share, but not the Order. And I wouldn't allow it, either. You are pretty much the only one apart from me and Ulrich that knows about the true role of the order. Anyway, will you support this?"

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour did not leave the conference room, like the other delegates. Instead he stayed behind, intending to finish his work. He drafted documents he intended to present to the delegates once the conference re-convened. He made changes and modifications and looked over it. He sighed, and hoped they would be accepted.

[Of the Quendi]

"Indeed I will. I. Oh. Greetings madam." Aleera said, the last part directed to the jbeili diplomat. While the issue coul be seen as controversial by some Aleera was quite certain that the Inquisition itself would back a limited exchange of information with the other SEC members. As for the senate it was of course more complicated but with the senate well on their way to Lyras the Imperial House of Alcedina could probarbly puss the issue through the Tribunal with an Imperial Edict from the IRC.

"I believe we where talking about the humanitarian aid before the recess." Aleera continued, talking to the jbeili delegate. "As I mentioned the Ministry of Foreign Development Aid would gladly chip in with a three ciphered amount of billions." She chose to wait alittle before telling about the endless riches stored away in offshore bank accounts. If the people ever found out how much money the Alcedina had stored away they would go ballistic.

[Reformed Britannia]

James was glad that an unofficial recess had been called; he needed to calm down a little. After a few minutes inhaling some fresh air, he had walked back into the conference room, and leaned against one of the walls, a brooding expression on his face. He kept his eyes glued to the floor; he was a little tired, but inwardly he was willing to continue the conference. The fact that a recess had to be called, however, was a little unsettling to him; now he was positive that further bickering would occur if military or foreign policy matters were brought up again.

In fact, that was probably what he dreaded the most: foreign policy discussions. Britannian foreign policy was quite isolationist, and would no doubt clash with nations pushing a more aggressive foreign agenda. James fumbled with his suit's pocket for a moment, eventually pulling out a dark Royal Reserve cigar. James was not exactly a smoker; he enjoyed the odd cigar every now and then but he normally stayed away from them. With his nerves in a wreck, though, he thought it might calm him down. As he clenched the cigar between his teeth and brought out his silver-plated lighter, he had another thought. Would it be disrespectful to smoke here? From what he'd seen of Ulthranian customs so far, he wasn't sure if he was allowed to smoke in the residence. Glancing at the flickering, dancing flame eminating from the lighter, he shook his head. "Better safe than sorry," he muttered, and put both the lighter and the cigar away. He raised his eyes, and saw Cavour sitting at the conference table.

The Britannian shuffled over to the table, and crashed down in the chair that he had left 10 minutes earlier. He gave a nod to Cavour, and noticed the documents he was editing.
"Good day, sir," he said courteously, his eyes darting about the room.

[Royal Calathonia]

James was glad that an unofficial recess had been called; he needed to calm down a little. After a few minutes inhaling some fresh air, he had walked back into the conference room, and leaned against one of the walls, a brooding expression on his face. He kept his eyes glued to the floor; he was a little tired, but inwardly he was willing to continue the conference. The fact that a recess had to be called, however, was a little unsettling to him; now he was positive that further bickering would occur if military or foreign policy matters were brought up again.

In fact, that was probably what he dreaded the most: foreign policy discussions. Britannian foreign policy was quite isolationist, and would no doubt clash with nations pushing a more aggressive foreign agenda. James fumbled with his suit's pocket for a moment, eventually pulling out a dark Royal Reserve cigar. James was not exactly a smoker; he enjoyed the odd cigar every now and then but he normally stayed away from them. With his nerves in a wreck, though, he thought it might calm him down. As he clenched the cigar between his teeth and brought out his silver-plated lighter, he had another thought. Would it be disrespectful to smoke here? From what he'd seen of Ulthranian customs so far, he wasn't sure if he was allowed to smoke in the residence. Glancing at the flickering, dancing flame eminating from the lighter, he shook his head. "Better safe than sorry," he muttered, and put both the lighter and the cigar away. He raised his eyes, and saw Cavour sitting at the conference table.

The Britannian shuffled over to the table, and crashed down in the chair that he had left 10 minutes earlier. He gave a nod to Cavour, and noticed the documents he was editing.
"Good day, sir," he said courteously, his eyes darting about the room.

Cavour noticed the Britannian repersentative, who he saw was looking around the room. He said "Hello to you, Sir,". He gave a respectful nod to the Britannian and then returned to his work. He wrote out his final document and then reviewed them one more time. He said "I intend to make numerous proposals to the Alliance once the other delegates return."