The meeting of Yurishuna and Fulma(FT, Closed)

[Fulma]

Diplomate Robsion stood on the lunch deck of the moon of Kanle. Around him stood three Imperial guards, and one poilot. All four of them where dressed in classic Fulman garb for a diplomatic mission, white clothes with no visable weapons on them. It id not mean they had any, it just ment no one saw one. And Infront of them stood an, ACX-95 Diplomatic Shuttle. It's Fifty meter long by thirty five wide by twenty five meter tall hull was perfect for this meeting. It was able to fit all of them comfortbly and its new weapons for defense. Two turbolaser hung on either side of it for point protection, and then it had a Laser cannon on the front for smaller ships.

"Lets go men." As they climbed onto it, the shuttle took off. It whould take one day for this shuttle to reach Yurishuna, more then enough time for them to welcome them.

[Yurishuna]

Yurish System
The Yurishunans had inherited a lot from their Soviet ancestors: love of vodka, belligerence, socialism. But one thing they had not only inherited but actively encouraged was paranoia.

And so when the shuttle dropped into the official capital of the Interstellar Soviet Union, it was almost instantly in the crosshairs of dozens of weapons systems. Ranging lasers and scanners painted the ship, it would have looked almost comical if one could see the dozens of targeting reticules now set on the ship. Or it would be, if each of those reticules wasn't connected to a massive orbital fortress packing enough weapons to slug it out with a capital warship.

The message was brief and in Galactic Basic, AKA English. It made no attempt at subtlety.

"Attention unidentified warship, this is Soviet space. State your reason for being here. Trespassers will be destroyed. Hostile action will result in destruction."

[Fulma]

So they have teeth. I like it. Robinson leaned over the poilot and press the reaspond button.
His three gaurds had jumped and ran to the weapons controls but had not armed them.

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To: Soviet Space
From: Diplomate Robinson
I am from Fulma, A powerful nation that has heard of you, and we where wondering weather we could meet with you? We only have this to send to you at the moment, but I can promise this, if you fire and I have not done anything to provoke it, this time next week this world will be a crater in the galaxys face.

[Yurishuna]

Orbital Station Yura One
Admiral Ilya Kuros listened to the message and nodded. He'd received a message about these people earlier.

"Stand the defenses down." The officer in front of him nodded, and the targeting data disappeared. He turned around.

"Sir, should I inform the leadership?"

Kuros nodded. "Tell them the Fulmans have arrived. And summon the diplomats."

"Fulman shuttle, your arrival has been expected. Diplomats are waiting for you on Orbital Station Yura Five. Please dock there for the meeting."
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Orbital Station Yura Five
A large, luxurious meeting room, with very comfortable seats and an ornate wooden table, had been selected for the meeting. The walls were adorned with Soviet banners: the traditional hammer and sickle, the red star, a portrait of the current Premier Yuri Gologov, and the Yurishunan flag.

The prettiest slave girls from the Kremlin had been plucked from their jobs to attend to the meeting. Dressed in miniskirts, tight midriff-bearing tops, stockings, garters and high heels (all red), they would be carrying trays to and fro laden with requested drinks and food. All had been informed that had best be gracious and flirty, or they would regret it.

It was in this room, with the slave girls standing to one side, that the three Yurishunan representatives met the Fulmans. The Fulmans had been met at the docking bay by an honor guard of Cosmonauts and quickly escorted to the room.

'Welcome comrades!" The lead Soviet delegate said. "It is a pleasure to meet those who wish to ally with us."

[Fulma]

Robinson smiled and greeted this Soviet. But before he answerd he checked out the room and nodded. A rich nation, but not enough to grow powerful enough for Fulmas plans. He notcied the salce girls and currdled inside. He might keep them. Robinson Then stuck his hand out. His deep red skin relfecting walls. Thick black hair hung down his head, and Gold colored eyes, with pitch black slits for pupils stared at this human.
"Thank you Comrade. And it is an honor to meet your nation face to face."

[Yurishuna]

The lead delegate, Nikolai Calazin, shook the Fulman's hand, noticing him eying the slave girls he reminded himself to offer one or two to them.

"Please, sit down, comrades." Nikolai gestured to the chairs. "We have much to discuss."

When everyone was seated, the slave girls went around and took orders. If anyone wanted a drink or snack they hurried to fetch it. All the Yurishunan delegates groped them as they made the rounds.

As the girls returned, trays laden with requested food and drink, Nikolai began.

"Comrades, we must first ask the simple question. What can your empire do for us?"

[Fulma]

Robinson looked at the girls and about through up when they fondled them. He whould make them into maids and cooks. He grabbed his drink she came back and thanked her with kind words. Then turning to the Soviets, he smiled at them.

"What can Fulma do for you? Well we can provide protection for you. We can bring in wealth and trade. We can even give you mroe planets with out war. Dont forget, we can also bring about a golden age for your people."

[Yurishuna]

The Yurishunan delegates talked amongst themselves. Nikolai spoke again after a few minutes.

"This sounds very good. But what would you gain? You must understand we value our sovereignty above all else."

The slave girls enjoyed his kind words, smiling as he thanked them.

[Fulma]

"What do we stand to gain? Well, money since we will trade supplies, rare and not. Ships, slaves, othe things. That and an allie in these dark and dangerous times." Robinson stood up and pulled out a small holoscreen. On it popped a screen of planets with in the Empire. Greens one light up with Fulman habtal systems. Red ones as habtale to the Kas, and then blue ones for Humans. Alot of Blue one popped up.
"And we gain a valube asset if you clonize these worlds. Protection for us and you."

[Yurishuna]

More chatter, as the delegates digested this new information. Whole systems opened to them without a fight, a powerful ally, and more, for what seemed like nothing.

Nikolai was still debating. "What kind of agreement would we enter? Would there by any interference in our government? Would there be restrictions on our treatment of these new worlds?"

[Fulma]

"No restrictions on your goverment. We ask for an observers seat though, not a voice but a chance to view it and offer an outsiders views. We ask that before you begin to do heavy or industral colonizing you mark all new species on the planet. And....oh ya, a small divdended to us. Only .05 percent of your whole income across your new Empire." To Robinson a simple but wonderful deal.

[Yurishuna]

The discussion was much longer this time, and at times got rather vicious. Finally, however, Nikolai nodded.

"We accept. The only condition we ask is that we be able to pay this dividend in things other than currency, mainly raw materials and refined ores. Other than that, this seems like a very beneficial deal."

[Fulma]

Robinson walked over and nodded.
"Good, and if you colonize it you get it, but if you find another civalazation there already then its theirs. But I agree with the raw materials."
The Joining of Yurishuna and Fulma had begun.