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Mars Has achieved Indpendence (Closed FT Intro

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Mars Has achieved Indpendence (Closed FT Intro

Postby Independent Mars (Ancient) » Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:39 pm

The earth was crowded. Far too many people were living close together. Resources were becoming strained. War and famine were ravaging the planet. So a group of colonialists left for mars. It was tough at first but eventually the city of Iron town was turned into a successful and thriving colony. With extensive terraforming came more colonists. The next generations became taller then the average human because of the lower gravity. By the fiftieth year the population was one billion, thanks to all the immigrants. They then decided to declare independence from earth and a bloody war was started. For the first ten years the martian resistance group (MRG) raged an intense and unrelenting guerrilla war against their former brethren. Eventually they drove the earthen forces out and survived an counter attack thanks to their small but efficient navy. Now after five years the Republic of Independent Mars has decided to reach out and forge relations with any nation willing to establish trade and discuss other diplomatic issues...

President Fred Johnson sat at his desk. He was average height for a Martian, around 7-1 and had piercing blue eyes. He had won the second Martian elections running for the Worker party. He wore a black suit imported from earth. In the five years after the Red War Mars had became isolated from the rest of the galaxy. Especially earth and its many colonies. Now was the time he had decided to break that mold and forge relations with others. It would boost the economy which was starting to stall and would help create Mars as a player on the galactic stage. Many resisted this and protesting was increasing in the cities. One protest was so violent he had to send the military to help keep the peace. Which was a mistake.

The president left his office accompanied by two soldiers. Both were the brown uniform and hat along with crimson trimmings. They accompanied his to the broadcasting room where his message would be sent to other nations to here.

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Greetings, I am president Fred Johnson of Mars. For many years my people have remained isolated from the rest of the galaxy. I feel that we need to change that policy. I invite you to my humble planet to discuss various diplomatic matters and your nations future with the Martian people. Please arrive unarmed and dock at Ares station where the meeting will take place. I look forward to meeting the distinguished leaders of the galaxy's nations.

President Fred Johnson


Ares station was a large space station. Many people lived there and was the center point of Martian politics and trade. It was also the base of the Martian Navy. It was a palace where anyone regardless of race or creed. It was semi independent from Mars which made it perfect for diplomatic matter as it was neutral. It was now being prepared for the important officials who may be visiting the station for this historic occasion.
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Postby Durmatagno » Wed Oct 12, 2011 5:12 pm

Greetings, I am president Fred Johnson of Mars. For many years my people have remained isolated from the rest of the galaxy. I feel that we need to change that policy. I invite you to my humble planet to discuss various diplomatic matters and your nations future with the Martian people. Please arrive unarmed and dock at Ares station where the meeting will take place. I look forward to meeting the distinguished leaders of the galaxy's nations.

President Fred Johnson


The president of Dumatagno received the message and after a quick thought on the matter, Captain Drake gathered a group of he's best ten soldiers, equipped only with magnums and a arm shield and got a diplomatic ship escorted by a group of longsword fighters and jumped to the station, after making it into the Sol system, home of Earth he made his slowly to the station and stopped into a orbit around the station.
This is Captain Drake the president of Durmatagno request permisson for me and my escorts to dock on the station so we can establish communications as, since independence, we to have not contacted any nation in the galaxy and we are tired of the seclusion as well.

Before leaning back into his chair and waiting for a reply as he checked his own magnum and three spare clips.
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Postby Independent Mars (Ancient) » Wed Oct 12, 2011 6:46 pm

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You may dock at docking bay 4-E. Once you arrive you will be searched by station security and checked for weapons, and armor. You may bring security along but they must remain unarmed at all times. Please follow station rules and procedure. We hope you enjoy your visit to Ares station, our leader can't wait to meet you.


As the Durmatago ship approached the station two fighters escourted it. Awaiting the delegations arrival were five soldiers and Greg Danielson who was the the govenor of the station. He and the soldiers wore their dress uniforms and awaited eagerly the arrival of their guests. They had reserved three rooms for the Durmatago president and his escourts. One security guard would remain outside each room at a time to ensure their safety. Once they had settled in and perhaps enjoyed the restaurants and all the entertainment available at Ares station they could meet the president and negotioations could take place.
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Postby Arkania 5 » Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:37 pm

Jew Imperium/Vol Patrol Fleet

A group of ships were patrolling by the edge of the fabled Sol system. Soon they received the message.

Greetings, I am president Fred Johnson of Mars. For many years my people have remained isolated from the rest of the galaxy. I feel that we need to change that policy. I invite you to my humble planet to discuss various diplomatic matters and your nations future with the Martian people. Please arrive unarmed and dock at Ares station where the meeting will take place. I look forward to meeting the distinguished leaders of the galaxy's nations.

President Fred Johnson


"Oh look, new planet, eh? Let's go down." said the Admiral, Fornax. He was a tall fellow, half-Daemon, coming from the Second Immortal War, killing many people with his Eviscerator OTC Mace, among other feats. But he was also noble, but at times, his Daemon side would take over, lashing out in fits of rage. For now, he was at peace.

"Send a message." he muttered.

FROM: THE VOL-ICEWORLD COALITION
TO: MARS

We have heeded your call. Our Patrol Fleet will remain in orbit. Please hold.
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Postby Herain » Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:32 pm

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Local Time: 1308 Hours


President Daniel Jackson of the Confederacy of Herain sighed softly while running a hand through his hair. The jacket for his suit rested over the back of his chair, slightly askew. The spartan office seemed extravagantly large to all but the President. To Jackson, the office seemed chokingly small.

The clanking of buckles and armor plates drew the President's attention to the red-suited Guardsman in the corner of the office. The Q13 Assault Platform was held gently in his hands as if it were but an infant. Jackson couldn't help but notice the S2 Pistol resting holster attached to the thigh plate of the armor.

The beeping of the terminal on the cluttered desk drew Jackson's attention away from the glowing red "eye" in the center of the helmet. He found himself staring into it everytime he looked at any of the Guardsmen. At first they had asked him if something was the matter but now they just stared back at him. Jackson had to remind himself every now and than that the Guardsmen were human beings, just like him, who were willing to die for the Confederacy.

Shaking off the thoughts, the President opened up the message that had appeared. His eyes moved back and forth as they read the message. Standing up quickly, he heard the Guardsman flinch and take a step towards him but a short wave of the hand stalled the soldier.

"Prep my shuttle. I will be at the bay in five," the President ordered. There was a moments hesitation before the Guardsman answered,

"Yes sir." The thudding of boots accompanied the Guardsman as he left the office. Jackson quickly typed up a reply and stabbed the 'Send' key before pulling his coat of the chair and beginning on his way to the bay where his diplomatic shuttle was stored. He knew already that four Guardsmen would accompany him and, for some odd reason,that made him slightly uneasy. He had no way of telling where the Guardsmen were looking or saying within those helmets. For all he knew, they could have shut off outside communications and be cursing him out on private channels. Jackson always felt like an intruder when he was around them, and he could never shake that feeling.

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To the Republic of Independent Mars,

I am President Daniel Jackson of the Confederacy of Herain. I have recieved your message and, with the aid of FTL drives, will arrive within the Sol system in less than two Standard Hours. I will already announce that four armed Guardsmen will be arriving with me in the shuttle. They are there only for my protection from being boarded by bandits. Once we have arrived, they will wait aboard the shuttle and will surrender all weapons if they must leave the shuttle.

I await the meeting with your leader.

Sincerely,
President Daniel Jackson
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Postby Independent Mars (Ancient) » Thu Oct 13, 2011 5:14 pm

Ares station was a large station. It had a population of eighty four thousand people. It had its own military and a very small fleet. It was the center of trade for mars and was famous for its entertainment venues. The president of Mars was to be arriving shortly on his own private shuttle. Everyone was excited that their humble home would be the place of such a historic event.

"If you need anything else don't hesitate to ask. You may leaver your room if you'd like or just stay there. We will let you know when the meeting begins." Said the soldier to the Dumatago leader. He then exited the room. The room was quite spacious and on a table was some wine. From the window one could see Mars. It was blue and green, thanks to all the terraforming.

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To: THE VOL-ICEWORLD COALITION
From: Mars

Your fleet may maintain its current position. Please keep all weapons powered down. You may send a shuttle to docking bay A-12. Please refrain from brining weapons to the station. Once on board please follow all Ares station rules and regulations.


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To:Confederacy of Herain

Our leader can not wait to meet you and we are glad you are coming. Its fine if you bring your guardsmen but please leave them on your ship. We will have a room ready for you if you wish to stay on Ares station during the meetings.
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Postby Herain » Thu Oct 13, 2011 5:22 pm

Sol System
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Approaching Ares Station


The vessel's Comm Officer glanced briefly at President Daniel as he stood in the doorway wearing a suit and tie with the flag of the Confederacy pinned to his collar. One of his Guardsman stood not two feet behind the man.

"Ares Station, this is the Confederacy of Herain diplomatic shuttle Prophet, requesting a bay to land so that President Daniel Jackson may transfer aboard, over."

As the Comm Officer awaited a response, he could see the President's eyes locked on the glass viewscreen. Looking out it himself, the green Martian landscape surprised him. Last time they had seen Mars, it had still been red and lifeless. Now it looked to be brimming with life and to be as lush as Earth was when the dinosuars reigned supreme. The universe was indeed ever-changing.
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Postby Independent Mars (Ancient) » Thu Oct 13, 2011 7:50 pm

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To: Confederacy of Herain

You may dock at Docking bay C-3. We will have a room ready for you and rooms for your assistants if needed. Our leader can't wait to meet you. We hope you enjoy your stay at Ares station.


President Fred Johnson looked out the window of his shuttle. The planet was beatiful and abundant with resources. He was proud to be its leader. The orbit above it was full of activity. Merchant vessels, mining crafts, immigrant ships, even the navy patroling the border with Terran. He could also se the two small moons. They had established two small mining colonies there. He was woken from his thought as his ship landed in the VIP docking bay. He and his escourt disembarked the shuttle and was greeted by a welcoming party.

"Fred my old friend hows it going?" Said George Churchill, who was the head of security on Ares. He was a huge man, even by Martian standards. He always wore a gigantic smile on his face. "Very fine thank you." Fred responded. He enjoyed Ares station. It was like a second home to him. "Would you mind if you escorted me to my chambers. Space travel wipes all the energy out of me." Said Fred in a tired voice as he forced a smile to his face. "Very well sir. Your room is all ready." Said Churchill. Behind him two more soldiers followed them armed with rifles. The party then walked to the presidents room as they particiapted in small talk and enjoyed a few jokes.
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Postby Herain » Thu Oct 13, 2011 8:05 pm

Sol System
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Docking Bay C-3


As President Jackson disembarked with his bag slung across his back like a soldier's supplies, he was surprised by how tall the Martians were. He had told the crew of the shuttle and his Guardsman to remain aboard the Prophet while the talks were underway. Should anything happen to him, however, he knew that the Guardsman would come barreling forth from the shuttle and that the Comm Officer would force-feed a message to Confederacy Command.

After being led to and arriving at his room, he entered it and frowned at how lavish it was. Daniel never liked to enjoy the so-called "perks" of the job since the people he watched over could not enjoy them as well. Daniel just put his feelings aside, however as he dropped his bag onto the bed and stepped up to the window.

Clasping his hands behind his back, Daniel contented himself to stare at the planet and think of how he had come this far. He started adulthood as a Marine whose regiment was attached to one of the Naval Vessels. After three tours of combat duty and two Confederacy Medallions, the equivalent to Medals of Honor, Daniel was somehow thrown on the fast-tack of politics. He began to see his name in almost every news casting and on every newspaper.

When the elections came along, he was persuaded by the people to take up the reigns. No one ran against him, leaving him to walk into the office unchallenged. Daniel didn't agree with how he got into the office unchallenged but he made it his mission to listen to the people and appeal to their wants and needs.

Yet, as he stared down at this terraformed planet, Daniel couldn't help but ponder about what he might have done wrong during his presidency or what he could have or almost done wrong. That was the sad thing about politics, it mostly consisted of second-guessing your own actions.

Hopefully he would be able to not do too much of that at these talks.
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Postby Arkania 5 » Thu Oct 13, 2011 8:09 pm

The Fleet opened a warp to the planet of Mars. They went into the portal, emerging a short time later at Venus. "Well, here we are..." he muttered. He sent a message to the Allied Jews.

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Go back patrolling. We'll meet up. Commander Drudge will assume command, and take the two Vol Battleships with you.


Fornax then sent a message to Mars.

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Our ships are in orbit, shuttle is taking me and my huscarls down to the Ares Station.


Fornax boarded the shuttle, sitting comfortably in his seat, while his Huscarls powered down their OT-staves and Blazers. The shuttle took off, the OT-engines firing to the Ares station.
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Postby Durmatagno » Thu Oct 13, 2011 8:13 pm

Captain Drake typed on his Wrist COM quickly as he waited for the Martian president to call a meeting, as a RAVEN super soldier his enhanced frame made him feel at home among these tall people, his 7'4" frame was only slightly bigger than the average here. His five RAVEN bodyguards were some of his closest friends and were passing around drinks. Sighing, he stopped working on the new design and joined his old friends, men and woman he had fought with through the toughest war his people had ever seen. As the night wore on he and his friends were having a great time and passed out in a group on the floor, kinda like when they were sleeping after a hard day of killing people who didn't want them to be free. Hours later when they woke up they straightened there uniforms and returned to there average life, still waiting for the President of Mars to call the meeting.
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Postby Independent Mars (Ancient) » Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:14 pm

The president woke up. He then ate some breakfast and got dressed. He called his secretary and told him to get the conference room ready. The room had a large flag of Mars hung on the wall. The table was large and very modern. Next to each seat was a control panel where leaders could order food and drinks. It was a dim room and from the window one could see the planet its self. All attendees were called to meet there in an hour. After breakfast was brought to all of them along with some Tea. The president was excited, it would be his first time dealing with other nations and was a bit nervous. Today was the big day.
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Postby Durmatagno » Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:54 pm

After eating breakfast with his guards and drinking some tea, though he didn't like it, insulting Independent Mars would be a bad move on his part so early on in the game. Escorted to the conference room, Drake took his seat and his guards were asked to stand back about five feet so they would not be in the way, if it was anyone else but a RAVEN they would not have obeyed, seeing as they regard no RAVENS as weak.
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It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get. - Confucius

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Postby Independent Mars (Ancient) » Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:11 pm

The president walked into the room. He wore a dark suit and carried a brief case. Flanked on each side by two armed guards who once the president sat down in his char, left and waited outside. "Excuse me but could you tell you men to wait outside, no guards in the room please. Station policy and all that." Said the president with a new found authority. He opened his briefcase and readied his papers and other documents and ordered a glass of tea well he waited for the others to arrive. He had arrived early like usual as that was one of his habits. Behind him the Red flag of mars hung behind him. He liked the flag he thought it was classy. He surveyed the rest of the room. It was mostly plain. A small control panel on one wall, plain arcutecture. He liked it. It was very comforable and had a relaxed feeling to it.
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Postby Durmatagno » Fri Oct 14, 2011 3:12 pm

"Fine, but they will stand outside the door" said Drake as he waved the guards away and opened his Computer and plugged in several storage devices, while he waited he might as well work on the Armor specs for the next generation of military men and woman. He felt at home here, he wasn't taller then everybody else, he fit in here so he didn't want to start off on the wrong foot. The armor was massive and many guns were on it, holograms popped up of the external look and of the planet with it's massive fleet surrounding it was labeled Harvest.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. - Maurice Maeterlinck

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. - Washington Irving

It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get. - Confucius

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Postby Herain » Fri Oct 14, 2011 3:54 pm

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President Daniel Jackson slowly strode into the conference room, rubbing some gunk out of the corner of his eye. How the hell the human eye seemed to collect so much gunk in it during sleep was beyond him but it annoyed him to no end. Seeing, the other two in the room, he nodded his greetings and breifly wondered whose guards those were outside. He began to wish that he had at least one Guardsman with him but knew that they would have to be unarmed and unarmored so it would be mute.

Sitting down in one of the chairs, President Jackson leaned back in it a bit and ran a hand through his hair. Jackson feared that, that was becoming a nervous tic of his during his presidency. He could already see the grey hairs popping up in what used to be entirely brown hair.

"Love the planet, hate the job," Daniel said under his breath with a chuckle as he stared at the table.
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Postby Independent Mars (Ancient) » Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:42 pm

The president then decided to start the meeting. The others could join once they had arrived and were ready. "Well as you know I am President Fred Johnson. I will be repesenting my people during these negotiations, and on behalf my people I welcome you to Ares station." Said the president. Before going on he took a sip of his tea. He then turned to the leader of Durmatago. "We are both somewhat new nations and have remained isolated from the rest of the galaxy for a significant amount of time. Us because of being so far in Terran space. You for your own peoples reasons. I suggest we sign a Non aggression pact and a trade agrement. I beleive it would be benificial for both our nations economy wise." Said Fred. Outside the room he could here the faint voices of I.M.A guards chatting idly to the Durmatago soldiers.
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Postby Durmatagno » Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:49 pm

"While I will agree to the trade agreement, I cannot sign the non-aggression pact, it goes against my culture and my own beliefs" says Drake as he shuts down his work and packs it away. Brushing some dust off his uniform as he straightens up to look the man in front of him.
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Postby Independent Mars (Ancient) » Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:54 pm

The president thought about this for a moment and sipped his tea. "I see. Would you mind elaborating on your beliefs. It would be nice to learn more about your culture. But I am glad you are willing to race with us." Said Fred Johnson to the Durmatago leader.
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Postby Herain » Sat Oct 15, 2011 4:33 pm

President Jackson leaned back in his seat with his hands interlocked upon his gut. Swiveling in the chair like a child might have, the President of the Confederacy smiled in gentle amusement as the Martian President and the other leader negotiated. While he was still nervous, President Jackson found confidence in the fact that he was part of something big. For better or worse, what happened here would effect ALL parties involved.
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Postby CIS » Sat Oct 15, 2011 5:22 pm

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General Grievous paced back and forth on his command ship. He coughed, then turned his attention back on the planet. This galaxy reminded him of his home planet, Kaleesh. Where he was born and made a warrior, before becoming a cyborg. Count Dooku had sent him here to search for new star systems to support the Confederacy of Independant Systems, or known as, the CIS. So far, they had mainly found uncolonized planets, dead moons, or gas giants. Now, however, they had progressed further into the 'Milky Way', searching for any signs of advanced civilizations. Their search was confirmed, however, when a droid called out, in his robotic voice, "Sir! Incoming transmission! I think we found something!" He yelled. Grievous turned to face at the droid, glaring. "Play it." He said. The droid promptly obeyed.

After listening to it, Grievous wondered. Would they prove useful to the CIS? Obviously since they achieved independence from a seemingly unreliable government, they would understand the CIS, right? As he was thinking, Count Dooku contacted him. "General Grievous," he started. "Lord Dooku, I was just about to contact you. It seems we have found finally another planet to support us. They call themselves 'Mars' but it seems as though they are human. Shall I make contact?" Grievous bowed before him, making sure not to raise his head. "I would like for you to make sure that they are not a threat before contacting them. If they are, I will send reinforcements, and you shall conquer them. If not, they may prove of use. Do not overstep yourself on this Grievous. I sent you to that galaxy for a reason." Grievous stood up, and faced him. "Yes, my master. It shall be done." With a press of the button, the holograph of Dooku disappeared, and Grievous sent his message. He prepared his troops, just in case though. The Droid Army was not to be underestimated.

To: The Planet of Mars
From: General Grievous, Supreme Commander of the Droid Army and Representative from the Confederacy of Independent Systems

It seems that we have finally found another sentient species in this galaxy. We have searched only for a while, but we have not found anyone. We have received your open transmission, and would like to make sure it is open before we arrive, as we do not want to come unannounced. Again, we are glad to find another sentient species and hope that we may begin negotiations.

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Postby Durmatagno » Sat Oct 15, 2011 5:23 pm

((Mutamon is just a spammer, ignore gun activated))
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. - Maurice Maeterlinck

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. - Washington Irving

It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get. - Confucius

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Founded: Oct 10, 2011
Ex-Nation

Postby Durmatagno » Sat Oct 15, 2011 5:31 pm

"You see, in our culture, battle is a staple, every man and woman that lives in my government must serve the military for one year, the people demand it on order to always be ready for war." Says Drake as he runs his hand through his hair before on of his guards come into the room and whisper something into his ear. Opening back up the he sent a request for open channels to "General Grievous" and before doing so opens back up the design and looks at it one last time before closing it and sighing as he stands and places the computer in it's own spot so should Grievous appear, he would not obstruct his view.


((You star wars nation, your going to be dealing with tech from me never before seen by your people, and you'll find this galaxy doesn't have medochlorians, oh and the "design" Drakes been working can be seen this time))

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When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. - Maurice Maeterlinck

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. - Washington Irving

It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get. - Confucius

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