SEC Conference (Closed, ATTN: SEC Members)

[Ulthrani]

No you fool, you go to a different airport, the area is under military lockdown, it's protocol, i've made that very very very apparent in all my posts if you had read the Conference before you post.

Just go to a different airport and the military convoy will pick up you and Ulrich

[Belfras]

No you fool, you go to a different airport, the area is under military lockdown, it's protocol, i've made that very very very apparent in all my posts if you had read the Conference before you post.

Just go to a different airport and the military convoy will pick up you and Ulrich

And if you had read my post, I made no reference toward a set Airport. I stated the plane entered the airspace of your nation.. Which, as you should know, surrounds a nation.

[Ulthrani]

No you fool, you go to a different airport, the area is under military lockdown, it's protocol, i've made that very very very apparent in all my posts if you had read the Conference before you post.

Just go to a different airport and the military convoy will pick up you and Ulrich

And if you had read my post, I made no reference toward a set Airport. I stated the plane entered the airspace of your nation.. Which, as you should know, surrounds a nation.

Sorry, thought your aircraft was entering Opus Dei airspace, fuck, i always misread that shit, my bad my bad, no your welcome

[Of the Quendi]

"I am right here sister." Aleera said walking into the living room. She had been consulting with her father about the developments that had been made at the first day of the conference. While Aleera enjoyed great independence in her wrk as High Representative the Imperial Regency Council was not nearly as devoted to the principles of the Sovereign Empire's Coalition as Aleera herself. She had needed to assure her father that nothing had been agreed on that could jeopardize the sovereignity of the crumbling motherland. "I had some work to do."

[St George of England]

Mathew had also retired to his room. He had not enjoyed this visit so far, nor had he rethought his decision. He would abdicate his claim to the throne, leave the Royal Family, and strike out on his own. He would go east, into Asia perhaps. Or west to the Americas. Somewhere, anywhere, to escape his life, his demons. He put pen to paper, and began to write, to write the hardest letter he had ever written.

Edward knew none of this. He was still in his room, reading his father's memoirs, trying to understand the man behind the throne. His father had never seemed overly enamoured with him, at least to Edward that is. Nor had he seemed anything other than what most people thought of him, a hard man, loyal to his country and nothing else.

Reading his memoirs, however, and seeing his anguish at the death of the Queen, in childbirth, and his own mixed feelings towards his son, the pride, the love, the slight resentment that he survived whilst his wife had not, Edward realized his father had been much more. He was complex, confused and complicated. Tears ran down Edward's cheeks as he read, and, finally, finally, understood his father.

[Laneige]

The conference seemed to had ended its first day. The area around the conference hall was still on heavy lockdown. There was no way Tiffany would return to La'neige at this time. Or that was what she figured. Her guards had retreated back to their own luxuries as well. Since no one was able to get in and none to get out. Tiffany had nothing to do but linger around the halls.

Until she heard someone crying..

[Belfras]

The 777 cruised along, its tail design a rich recreation of the Belfrasian Flag. Its engines fluttering along, giving a more peacefull and serene enviroment to the interior.

"Alpha-Niner is.. Well, there." The co-pilot spoke to this captain, pointing out a random blip signifying a plane that they had previously used to fix their coordinates. The Captain smirked briefly "Alright, we should be getting close to Ulthrani Airspace. Time to talk to the big boys!" He laughed with his co-pilot before bending the microphone to his mouth

"Ulthrani Air Control, this is Belfrasian 235-Heavy carrying Dignitary to the SEC Summit. Requesting vector and clearence for appropriate airfield, over." The pilot then nodded to his co-pilot, who chimed to the crew "This is your co-pilot speaking, we are about to begin our descent to land.. Thank you."

Aboard sat Princess Catherine, her 10 Royal Guardsman and her Aides.

ooc: The 100 was a typo beforehand.

[Red Zone 1]

Returning to his quarters, Brigadier General Edward Renata had his aide prepare the outlines for the final report. He himself would be presenting the report to the Emperor, and also to present his majesty with the Treaty for the Joint SEC Intel Sharing. Well, he dont know what will become of it, but he guess all he can do is wait for the conference to end and then find it himself.

Lying himself onto the bed...he fell asleep.

[Reformed Britannia]

James walked casually into the residence that he shared with Aleera, Felicia, Louis and their associates; he was quite tired, and he practically dragged himselfs upstairs and to his room, carrying the gifts he had been given. Once he was in his room, he set them all down in places he deemed appropriate; he made a point of hiding the musket in case it was loaded and Cavour decided to come back and try and kill James in his sleep. James laughed at the thought, but not long after, he had crawled into bed and was slowly drifting into a deep sleep.

It was going to be a little odd staying the night; James was used to falling asleep back in his house in Kensington, the house he shared with his wife and daughter. He knew that he would be going back to them soon, but inwardly he wondered how Jacqueline was doing. Eventually though, those thoughts gave way to a feeling of drowsiness, and then a deep, tranquil sleep.

[Aquilinia]

"I am right here sister." Aleera said walking into the living room. She had been consulting with her father about the developments that had been made at the first day of the conference. While Aleera enjoyed great independence in her wrk as High Representative the Imperial Regency Council was not nearly as devoted to the principles of the Sovereign Empire's Coalition as Aleera herself. She had needed to assure her father that nothing had been agreed on that could jeopardize the sovereignity of the crumbling motherland. "I had some work to do."

"So had I," said the Empress. Her attendant laughed. "All respect, Felicia, but I did all the work while you had your shower!" Felicia grinned. "Alright, you had work, while I relaxed. Anyway, did youget a reply from the IGC yet?" Liz shook her head. "No, but it has to be, like, three in the morning or something back home. The IGC doesn't meet until eight." "Alright then. Let them sleep." The Empress turned to her sister. "So, what did you think of this first day of the conference? I personally found it quite exhausting. Although, that Paladin-Governor turned out to be quite nice after all. This country doesn't seem to be as bad as I first expected. Althoughh I can't wait for Ulrich to get here. From what I know, he'll land someplace miles away from the city at about five in the morning...he'll arrive here shortly before the conference resumes tomorrow."

[Of the Quendi]

"Well it was definately an eventfull day." Aleera said with a sigh. She wondered when international conference's became a place for arguements and even fighting. It had not exactly been her idea of foreign affairs when she signed up for the position of High Representative.

"We have had a major political crisis and several potential ones in just a few hours while passing an important piece of legislation. I am not sure if I should focus on the trouble or the accomplishment although I highlighted the accomplishment in my report." She sat down on the couch exhausted.

"As for the Paladin-Governor I still believe that he would be better as a soldier then a diplomat. He seems to lack the manners required for this line of work." She shrugged. "But then again it may just be my natural aversion against heavily militarized states speaking. As a quendi I believe the military serves only one purpose, to serve and protect the state and people. Other then that a military should not be excessively glorified. Well thats my oppinion at least." She leaned back making herself comfortable on the couch. Seeing a blanket she grapped it and pulled it over herself. "Now I don't know about you but I think I have deserved a glass of wine."

[Osthia]

Philip bowed to the Ulthranian, and allowed himself to be led to the place where his father was beinh hospitalized. It turned out that Count Harold Sforka had suffered a slight concussion, but miracuusly, he would live to serve as an ambassador to another country. Philip, however, would be made the delegate to the SEC.

[Ulthrani]

It was morning, 5AM, the Ulthranian Paladin-Governor and all the Colonial Governors awoke from their rooms and went into the garden, where, along with the servants and the house's Warrior Priest, began singing rituals and prayers to the Saints. It was common military daily ritual. Followed by that was what had to be the most infamous event in Greater Opus Dei. The Ulthranian Forces and even the Emperor call Paladin Governor Aurelius' residence "Thunder House" because every morning at 6AM on military precision timing. He, his twenty guards and his one hundred and eighty servants would march out and go around to where he had set up a Live-Fire Zone on his own property. By the end of it, almost 5,000 rounds are discharged from the weapons that all of them own.

The Servants own old Mk.II Semi-Automatic Rifles (similar to the M1 Garand) and they owned these only in the case that his home would come under attack (Although they weren't slaves, his servants would go with him everywhere, but they were paid, given residence and even given leave time to time)

The ODSF Soldiers used everything from their sidearms to their primary armament to even the .50 Calibre Machine Gun and even the prized M202 Multi-Barreled Rocket Launcher.

And the Paladin Governor and the Two other Governors (life-long friends and would be attending the conference) Gabriel Mayne (From the Lucius-Drakus Colony) and Dmitry Alexandrov (From the Omsk-Drakus Colony). They would go do the morning hunt with several patrolling Patriarch Knights who themselves were in casual clothes and held the hunting weapon of choice, the Constantinius .50 Calibre Musket. They roared and when the morning hunt was over (all of which were brought into a hunting ground for the sport of it) all eight wild boars were taken down, with Aurelius' taking credit for two of them.

The delegates, two miles away in the Communal Area, had no idea of what was happening...which gave the ODSF operators guarding them joy
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Admuntus-Daracus, Ulthrani

The small airfield that Aurelius referred to had turned to a moderately adapted city, the Belfrasian delegates and their aircraft were to be parked and would remain in storage till they left. The Belfrasians and the new Aquillian, Ulrich were driving towards Greater Opus Dei. The windows were tinted and could not be lowered, so they would not know how they got there and would not be able to see the awe inspiring defences made. Their entry would take a lot longer due to the lockdown, but otherwise entered and within minutes of driving quickly, they entered the Communal Area. Ulrich (if he has an entourage, place it Aquillia) was dropped off at the joint residental area of Quendi-Aquillian-Bladian-Britannian and the Belfrasians were taken to their home, which could house their entourage comfortably. It was now the only spare home, as the Colonial delegates only brought two guards and a advisor.

"Those bastards should feel lucky" The ODSF Operator, who was the driver said to his buddy over the radio

"They only get it for a day, so they can suck it up"

This was the former home of the now current Emperor Tiberius Coriolanus, it belonged to the Communal Master, Admiral-Governor Bibaculus, but as he was on naval assignment in the colonies, the house was up for lend-lease for only for the extent that the Belfrasians would stay in.

[Ulthrani]

Bump

[Of the Quendi]

Aleera woke up early after a short but giving sleep. She had long ago realized the need to sleep intensely to regain her energy in less then the seven hours most people needed. After a long soothing bath she began reading her mails. Most of them where Imperial Edicts and Decree's regarding the "Don't ask don't tell" policy the SEC had accepted in regards to slavery. Needlessly to say the Imperial Regency Council was far from thrilled at the prospect of being in alliance with nations that practised slavery. They in very clear terms ordered, not requested, ordered, Aleera to raise the issue.

Not to thrilled about the order Aleera went downstairs bumping into Ulrich who had just entered the building. She curtseyed with a smile "Greetings prince consort Ulrich. A pleasent trip I trust?" She said with a smile.

[Aquilinia]

OOC: The correct form of adress for Ulrich is now Lord Aquilaine, the title also held by Feliia's first husband. (Full name with titles would be Lord Ulrich, 3rd Lord Aquilaine, Lord Protector of Aquilinia)

"Princess Aleera." He nodded. "It was quite pleasant, yes, even though I had to be redirected to some small airfield in the middle of nowhere. Felicia's still in bed, I guess?" The moment he asked, a voice called out from the living room. "I'm not! Been awake for hours because of that damn noise those Ulthranians are making up there!" Ulrich turned around to see Felicia standing a door, still in her nightgown. He laughed. "You do look like you've been missing some sleep, love!" "Well, duh. I don't know what they were doing, but it sounded like something between a small-scalle war and a rather large-scale hunt. Anyway, good you're here now. Have you brought everything I told you to bring?" Ulrich nodded. "All of it. Luckily I didn't have to go through customs with those amounts of booze I'm carrying!" He laughed again, and this time, Felicia joined him. "Well then," she sighed, "I'd better get dressed. Come, Ulrich, I'll show you our room."

Ten minutes later, they came back down the stairs, now both wearing their military uniforms, althouh Ulrich didn't quite look comfortable in the black-and-green of the Aquiline Guard. Felicia nodded at her sister. "Well, those Ulthranians fancy military stuff, so I thought why not wear uniform and impress them a bit. And it's nmore comfortable than that dress I wore yesterday. And, of course, the rapier doesn't look al out of place here. By the way, have you seen my attendant around? She's got the schedules, I don't know when teh conference starts today."

[Red Zone 1]

In his Communal residency...

Waking up to the sound of the alarm clock, Edward Renata grunted and tossed the small device to the edge of the room where it immediately wend dead. The room itself, well wasn't exactly fitting and acceptable for a an officer ... let alone for a one star like himself. But too bad, Renata realized he is not in Redzon for the time being and decided no one would care. He slowly rose up and note sun rays began to shone in between the sheet and into the room.

What time is it? He said in a low voice and realized it was almost 6 AM.

"Grooooaaaad." (God) He stood up and stretched a little bit. Damn, a full 7 hours of sleep was worth it and he was feeling great finally.

It was still early, and he was sure that todays event would only start some time later in the morning. (Is it?). Well he could smell his own body odour, then hit the shower. When he was out 20 minutes later, he found that the Valkyrie Captain was already in the waiting area of his suite.

"Morning General!" The Captain snapped off a salute and Renata returned it as best as he could, though he was pretty sure it was almost half heartedly to the young officer. Hmm, he got one stars anyway.

"Morning Cap'n. How's the rest of the world today?"

"Well you might be interested to know that, our NUMBERS are finally closing in on the renegade #57 Lord Corazon. Our "Nine" and "Thirteen" are closing in on him as of now. Master Estella contacted me last night to brief you in about that...the bad thing is. Seems like our Masters of the Blades are facing another incident with the Nighthawks. North West Bladia, in a city known as Red Cliff where our NUMBERS are still scouring the city are experiencing some kind of trouble."

"All right, I will look into that soon tell Colonel Estella that. What's today looks like here?"

"Getting more interesting. Looks like this alliance are finally moving forward to creating an alliance based integrated forces...or so it seems."

"Damn these politicians...they're putting us out of our job soon enough."

"No shit- I mean; "yes general". The rest of the morning conversation was not too significant to write. Brigadier General Edward Renata and the rest of his team prep themselves for the day event...

[Of the Quendi]

"You look good." Aleera said with a smirk, "Both of you." She added to Ulrich. "I guess I should have brought my uniform as well although I can't believe that any sane nation would prefer a mere soldier to a princess. Even communists usually recognise the significance of royalty in foreign nations."

[Aquilinia]

Felicia nodded. "True, I've never met a communist that didn't respect me as a leader. Although they are even more impressed when I meet them in uniform." While they were talking, Felicia's attendant Liz came walking down the stairs, wearing the uniform of a Flight Lieutenant of the Imperial Air Force. "Ah, morning Liz! Hey...what's wrong?" She had noticed the concerned look on her friend's face. "Mylady, bad news from home. I've got a mail that Dr. Miller is stepping down as Senior Councillor. She claims its for personal reasons, but I've also got a report from the Order concerning her person. My Empress, the Order has evidence that Miller has ties to an underground communist organization, that plans to establish a Soviet Republic in the New Districts, presumably based in Newport or Felicien." Felicia nodded calmly, which surprised Liz. "Mylady, why aren't you surprised, or concerned? Your closest advisor is trying to overthrow you!" The Empress laughed. "Liz, I've known of this for weeks. And before you ask, no, I haven't acted on the reports. Norina has. She is not going to betray me. It's all a plan, believe me." Felicia looked at her watch. "The conference will start any moment now. We should get ready to move."


OOC: I'll put up the thread for that revolution-thingy soon. OOC stuff concerning it is to be discussed in the SEC main thread, for now.

[Belfras]

Catherine entered her bedroom in the, simply put, estate. "All the stops coming out for this one, I see." She jestered with one of her bodyguards - All of whom were female.
Her bags were placed into her room, and she was given an hour to freshen up. When she finally declared herself ready, she was given instructions to the Conference. And, since it will start soon. They had plans to be there on time.

OOC: Shallow post, to 'shoot the shit' while the Conference boots up

[The Matthew Islands]

King Gilligan awoke with a start and began to get ready for the conference. After eating and washing ,he made his way into the living room with Capone, who was sorting through letters and communiques from home.
"Anything of interest?" The King asked yawning.
"Uhm, A letter from your daughter congratulating you on staying sober, we have initiated combat operations against some rebels in Melcenea and are going for peace in Osthia. That's about it really."
"ugh, never a dull moment."
"Oh and I have reports that the first stages of colonisation in that new area we found are almost complete. Basic infrastructure is up and soon we can begin setting up industry."
"Have they named it yet?"
"No not yet."

[Red Zone 1]

Bump!

[Of the Quendi]

Bump!

OOC: I was about to consider doing that

[Red Zone 1]

The Armored Personnel Carrier turned state of the art and first class VIP carrier rolled out of the Communal Residency area carrying Brigadier General Edward Renata, the sole representative to the Emperor of Redzon; His Majesty Lord Patrick White of Alistaire, precisely at 8 in the morning. He was certain that he was safe in such heavily armored vehicle, but being inside of it for the second day made him thought that perhaps the Ulthrani were a little bit too concern (paranoid might be a little harsh).

Well the second agenda might be the most important thing that might come out of this Summit; the creation or debate about the Coalition own standing forces... Edward wondered what the rest of the delegate might said before he took on the stage. He had already received his orders from the majesty; though Redzon's official policy is to disagree with the creation of an overall separate entity but would rather see a more comprehensive joint task force set up instead of building one from scratch... but still there's too much to say but he can only wait and see as the APC continued it rather slow but steady pace toward the conference area.

OOC: In other words, let's get this show back on the road again people!