Voxian Summit Conference I: Foreign Policies [Private]

by **Monfrox** » Mon Oct 12, 2020 1:51 am

International Waters, Voxia
Regional Neutral Ground (newly constructed)

It had been several months since the agreement between Veshay's Matriach and Monfrox's Grand General. An agreement that would lead, hopefully, to a new beginning for the region of Voxia. As such, this called for a meeting between the heads of state that was long overdue. Almost immediately, the Grand General had contacted the leaders of other countries in the region to help build a respectable meeting place between them. Something that would serve the diplomatic process entirely better than having summits in any one nation. It was for this purpose that everything had been taken into great consideration. The location had to be near all, if not most of the nations that were largely present in the region. The agreed upon design was that of an underground facility, which the Grand General was not at all displeased with.

The surface installation was made to be a mock up of a weather station to avoid suspicion. A small airstrip with only a few hangars that were cheaply made and only a few barracks. The real facility was built into the sea painstakingly over the course of most of the build. Precautions were taken extensively to reinforce the composition of the outer walls to avoid breaches from sea pressure and incoming attacks. Even when it seemed good, more layers were added on for good measure. An entire electronic warfare suite for early-warning detection across the board and electronic counter-countermeasure was set up to monitor any incoming unknowns and keep the air clear. The only weak point was the submarine pens, but those had fail-safes for every occasion. Each nation was instructed to bring their own workforce and built their own sectors of the facility to avoid any pesky bugs being planted where people couldn't easily find and dispose of them, and so that they couldn't complain about someone messing up the design on the blueprints.

Barracks, training areas, and even some areas that would be considered "luxury" would be free to use by the local joint contingent stationed in the facility. A complement of no more than twenty dedicated combat personnel from any one nation were allowed to be deployed for the sake of keeping a Quick-Reaction Force in case something went wrong or someone made a move. Extensive checkpoints that monitored and checked every incoming guest were put at every entrance and exit spare the emergency ones. In the event of evacuation, the main plan was to get out by submarine. Failing that, several ladders, staircases, and lifts led up to the surface. These measures taken and more were to ensure the absolute safety of the individuals that would be arriving here: The leaders of the nations of Voxia.

The communiques were sent out ahead of time and, as of now, the first official Voxian summit was about to be held on the newly made island. They had yet to name it, but a small monument was made at the main entrance with all the flags of the nations of the region surrounding a sculpture of a dove in flight with an olive branch in its beak. It was rather unimaginative but it got the point across. After all, they had to recognize why this place was built. The purpose was to seek diplomatic resolve, inside the region and out. It wasn't a base to deploy forces from, but something where powerful decisions that weighed on heavy shoulders were made. It was for that reason why the only real permanent retaliation measures to dangers were the joint contingent troops. After all, the place was built to withstand only the most brutal of weapons able to be deployed, so the only real threat would be from infiltration.

The opening ceremony had already taken place the day before alongside an inspection of the troops, which left the rest of the day to let Lidev get everything in her country's sector in order. Now, the time to hold the first official summit had come. The main subject of the day: discussion of foreign policy, and what to do about Veshay's current dilemma. The twenty operators from the Rapid Mobilization Division (that had been hand-picked by Lidev herself), along with the other joint troops, would do their best to ensure that the worst thing that might happen today was someone spilling coffee on their suit in the main conference room.

by **Veshay** » Tue Oct 13, 2020 5:42 pm

A goddess walked through the halls behind the Grand General, her modest white dress with Veshayian flora sitting on her shoulders, blending in with her equally white skin. She thought about this summit, and noted her lack of nerves for this endeavor as she recounted the events the days prior.

She sent the best of Veshayians to build their own nation’s portion of this diplomatic arena, an endeavor that even the hardest-of-heart Veshayians would jump at the opportunity to do so. Veshay’s magic also proved to be most helpful in finding any weak points in the building’s structure when it came to the ocean’s pressure, but the Matriarch checked for any as she made her way from room to room with all thirteen of her personal guards on the island; each with an intricate suit of their own. The only ones not present in the room out of the Knights were Yvian and Percival; Percival stationed on the very top point of the island to look out for any potential threats that the world’s curvature would hide beyond the horizon, and Yvain in his ability to visibly disappear, would be hiding and scouting the rooms around them in his rounds.

The opening ceremony yielded no surprises for Veshay’s own porcelain doll, bar the particularly interesting food served there, but it was no matter. She had the rest of yesterday’s setting sun to prepare her opening statements. And, as she sat in the conference room with her signature smile stuck on her face and her Blacksteel cane to her left, she recited the same opening statement in her head while looking around at the others.

by **Lauzanne** » Wed Oct 14, 2020 7:03 am

The opening ceremony had come and gone, both the President and General of the Army observing it and staying for a while before retiring for the night. With the day of the summit proper, it was time to get to business.

Each section of the island was dedicated to each member nation, and the Lauzanne section called to their home: Wooden floors, beds, doors and walls. Nice blankets, bookshelves and carpets adding to the cozy atmosphere that hopefully distracted from the fact they were surrounded by water.
"So, fancy ceremony, now we get down to business?" General Arthur Markov commented, checking his ceremonial uniform for the dozenth time. The ribbons on his chest were numerous, each one a different colour.
"That's the plan."
"Politics. Always a fucking shitshow." Markov commented, ready to go.
"Always is, but play nice. I've got you here because you know the Army better than I do, and part of it is deploying men overseas."
"First we're sending men off to Welzat, now this? We have the Reds to fight back, you know."
"I know, General. We'll work out a deal, when the Reds are gone we can send them overseas."
With that, both of them nodded at each other, heading for the conference room.

The pair had a secretary following them, his suit well-ironed and immaculate while a file remained under his arm. Opposite him was a plainclothes Razvedka operator, eyes scanning constantly. They entered in quietly, with Markov looking at the table and noticing the Veshayian goddess while sitting down.
"Fuck me, that's the goddess. I should have dressed nicer." Markov commented, President Waffenschmidt not stopping to take out the papers.
"General, I don't think you're supposed to comment so loudly. Also perhaps you should try and refrain from swearing around the goddess." He stated, the file ready to go
"Fuck, you're right. I'm sorry." Markov apologised, Waffenschmidt somewhat regretting taking the old soldier with him. Veteran of two wars, a real soldier's man. But never wanted to go for minister for defence.
The pair were ready, the secretary and operator standing behind them at ease.

by **Polaris Central** » Wed Oct 14, 2020 3:11 pm

"Chancellor. It's time." The aide poked his head through the door, holding up a clipboard with a schedule attached, "Thirty minutes."
"Ah-- time already?" Head Chairwoman Maddox IV sighed, turning to face the mirror for another once-over. As the first representative of Polaris to the rest of Voxia, she had to look and act nigh-perfect - a prospect she didn't quite appreciate. After all, first impressions lasted far past the end of her time in office.
A rueful chuckle came from the doorway. Glance up, the young leader caught a glimpse of the tall, broad form of General Ainzen leaning against the doorframe, a smouldering cigarette daintily held between her sharp teeth. "Pfft- this shit's really got you on edge, eh? Don't sweat it, I'm sure you'll do fine."
"Thanks, Ainzen." The stateswoman gave a nervous chuckle, slipping on a suit jacket and tightening a tie.
"Don't forget to straighten out your sleeves."
"What are you, my mother--?" Maddox huffed as she hurriedly walked out of the room, adjusting her sleeves and collars. The General would flick her half-spent cigarette to the ground, crushing it with her heel before following after the Chancellor towards the conference room.

The Polarian section resembled a number of embassies, offices, and blacksites scattered around the homeland - boring, creme-eggshell wallpaper, faintly humming florescent light-tubes, fading carpeting, and the smell of dust. Turning a corner, the duo passed the situation room; by far the largest space in the area, filled with massive computer-mainframes that took up most of the room - along with numerous communications stations and CRT computer terminals. The employee canteen, empty at this time of day, was next to pass; a small, cozy dive where visitors and employees could enjoy a few drinks, or eat some decent grub. Slipping by the reception desk and the security checkpoint, they entered the larger part of the island and took off at a hurry for the conference area.

"Food's too fancy here. Prefer grub." Ainzen mused, attempting to lighten the mood with small talk.
"You think? I thought yesterday's ceremony was great-"
"Nope. Give me a sandwich any day of the week; none of this fancy, art-deco shit."

As the two left the Polarian section, the aide from before, as well as Athena-175, dressed in a messy suit. The Sparrow-2 operator towered over the three other representatives, and looked rather uncomfortable out of combat gear; it's narrowed, animalistic eyes scanning the surrounding area for any indication of danger. The four would enter the conference hall without any incident, Ainzen, Maddox, and the aide sitting down at the table. The aide would pop open their steel briefcase, extracting an electronic typewriter, some pens, and a notepad. The Polarian delegation was ready.

by **Nyoronet** » Fri Oct 16, 2020 11:50 pm

by **Hurtful Thoughts** » Sun Oct 18, 2020 7:29 pm

The loosely defined Hurti 'delegation' had arrived earlier in a flight of Hurti V-22 Ospreys upon the newly finished airfield, having made a long-haul flight based on in-flight refueling, many of the occupants were more worried about stretching their legs and relieving the bowels than to pay much attention to the Froxian opening ceremony; All except for Kayora, and therefore everyone else by extension. She however, failed to find a friendly familiar face amongst the crowd of high-power dignitaries, which was to be expected since the Froxians were doing this in order to see what aide they could get, it meant there was a high chance her love was merely too busy with work back home in order to attend. Garda was kind enough to remind her that perhaps after the incident that she too was actively being kept away, the thought of which encouraged her to consider asking some very personally-related questions to Lidev when she found the chance.

Steve Barnes was a bit more wary than usual. He knew that this was supposed to be nuetral ground, relations between the Froxians and literally anyone else had been strained at even the best of circumstances, and unlike some other nations, had no qualms with making people dissappear for an extended period of time, as explained in Garda's after-action report. Specialist Schwartz, having dealt with Froxians in the past, appeared to sleep though most of the mandatory in-flight powerpoint presentation on Froxian ettiquette; as his job was mostly just to make sure nobody ripped anybody else's head off without everybody else's permission first. Letting the dignitaries stick their own foot in their mouths was just a side-benefit to not being entrusted with providing any advice to Steve.

They later found their quarters in the below-ground annex, and noted the timely late arrival of the Nyoronetans aboard their submarine. The appearance of a breaker of all things being Duke Johnson's bodygaurd had set Ernest visibly at unease, as the last one he'd encountered had gone quite berserk.

Bradley was begining to think they may have underpalyed their hand, diplomatically-speaking, as everyone else had sent their actual ministers of foriegn affairs, dukes, and generals. The Hurties meanwhile only sent a Colonel and Major willing to deploy all assets under their command in full cooperation of whatever crazy scheme the Froxians had found themselves in, an aide to make that support have an air of officiality, and some subordinates to provide security while also allowing them to be briefed on the situation they very much would find themselves thrust into... Plus he heard from Garda and Rosenthal that the Kratnan girls had some other business to attend to.

The last unit of the Hurti delegation to offload was "Matilda" a GEKKO unit Kayora had 'liberated' from an aircraft carrier that had run aground from a zombie pandemic. To the bio-mech, the island was just another sandbox with beachfront to run around and play on with the local security forces in order to keep them on their toes. The small dog-like mind believed it would have so much fun here.

by **Monfrox** » Tue Oct 20, 2020 7:48 am

The morning came quickly. A bit too quickly for Lidev's liking. She had set out her uniform the night before and was now just putting it on. Her personal maid, selected out of the best operators of the Foreign Maid Service, stood next to her. She had a cup of coffee all ready to go as she watched the Grand General button up her shirt. Her name was Ms. Lucyna Oczkowska. Trained as a member of the Special Tactics Unit, her tours ended with her having lost her left eye and a limb or two. She had forgone her eye replacement surgery due to it having put her out of the unit in the first place. She was offered a place at the Grand General side as a higher calling. For that pride and commitment, she would wear the maid uniform every day. It was an honor to be at Lidev's side, even if she wasn't part of her own personal honor guard.

That was a privilege reserved for the Elite Guard's Shock Troops, two of which were currently standing at the door. Krista and Klara hadn't moved, blinked, or even breathed since taking their positions at the door. Lucyna would've mistook them for statues if she hadn't already seen them walk in just a half hour before. Lidev had finished donning most of her uniform and was currently looking in the mirror to fluff up her hair before putting her cap on. She took the cup of coffee off the tray Lucyna held and took a few swigs. The caffeine would do her well in the coming hours. Lucyna put the tray down and retrieved the last piece of the Grand General's uniform: her specially made overcoat. She carefully draped it over Lidev's shoulders while looking in the mirror, smiling softly.

"Thank you, Lucyna. That will be all for now." Lidev said making her minute adjustments.

"As you say." Lucyna replied, bowing her head.

"Make sure that your weapons are in top condition and oversee the other maids as they perform their duties. I'm going to have a brief inspection of the troops before the meeting gets underway."

"My weapons are always in top condition, Grand General." Lucyna drew one of her old American Colt Walker revolvers from its holster at her hip, and then twirled it around her finger almost effortlessly.

"Did you learn that from my sister?"

"She teaches well. Probably the most skilled soldier of the country with revolvers." Lucyna, pleased with herself, twirled the gun back into it's holster.

"Well in a world where automatics exist, I'm sure she has to have a lot more finesse to keep up. Krista, Klara, let's go."

The two soldiers at the door swiftly brought their heels together with a loud click and exited the room.

"I'll return when this is all done and we'll be home within the day."

"As you say, Grand General." Lucyna put her fist across her chest and bowed her head as Lidev walked out.

In the halls, they passed through much of the other areas of the Froxian sector. The mess hall with a canteen, the med bay, the relief service quarters, but they stopped in the shooting range where shots were already ringing out. Inside, Arike was walking up and down, watching ten of the RMD operators practice shots with their weapons. It was elected to equip them with ShAK-12s, old Mk.23s, PM-06s, and a few KS-23 shotguns for special occasions. Defensive equipment included standard SCALE vests and moderate protective equipment for daily use, to full CBRN suits and gas masks along with ballistic shields of many different sizes. The twenty operators were all converted by General Iosava herself to be vampiric soldiers to give them a slight edge in night operations.

"How are they?" Lidev asked over the sound of intermittent gunfire.

"They're pretty good. We'll be doing drills at the gauntlet next to get them really up to speed."

"Good. I'm off to my meeting. You'll return home once your duties are finished."

"Tch." Arike gave a wry smile. "Is that any way to be treated?"

Lidev's eye went from tired and dull to sharp and focused in an instant. "Are you saying your punishment isn't severe enough?"

Arike's smile faded with a huff. "Not at all, sis. Just make sure you don't forget me here."

"That will be the least of your worries."

Disc 1, Track 01 - "Meeting of the Minds"
Lidev walked out with Krista and Klara in tow, leaving Arike to her work at the range. The Grand General met with the Matriarch and led her and her knights out to the meeting room. The other delegations were already there, and Lidev took their collective silence as an indicator that they had not been waiting long. She eyed the Nyoroneti "breaker" behind the Duke and was glad she had her own personal fifty caliber magnum revolver to be easily accessed should that thing get loose. The new faces, the Polarians, seemed to not care too much for subtlety either with their equally tall bodyguard. The Lauzanean delegation seemed to focus on Veshay's Matriarch, but there was still business from them to discuss. Last was the Hurti team, of which Lidev regarded them to be vaguely familiar. They had caused trouble in the past, and yet their motives remained an ever-present mystery in the back of her mind. She had instructed the Froxian RMD operators to keep a close eye on any Hurtis at all times and to always escort them should they need to be visiting the Froxian sector.

Lidev took her seat at the head of the room, noted as the seat farthest from the door. The mahogany table was made to be round to allow a feeling of equality for the most part, but Lidev was clearly going to be leading the conference for the most part. Krista and Klara both marched up and took positions on her flanks behind the chair. Their weapons were held at port arms and they once again assumed their unblinking, non-breathing, statuesque demeanor.

"Ladies, gentlemen. I ask to keep introductions to a minimum today due to the amount of work that needs to be done. To this end, please start your first sentence with your name and your position in your nation's leadership. I am Grand General Lidev von Sturmgeist, leader of the Stratocracy of Monfrox. A few months ago, on a seemingly normal day, our Data Monitoring Control Center registered very inordinate activity in a sector of the country. Military units were activated and dispatched to investigate. What we found, we had a hard time believing. It is that main reason why I have called you all here today, though there will be much else to discuss afterward. As of now, Monfrox is host to another nation's only known access to our world. This has caused quite a commotion and has been kept a closely guarded secret until now. I have assembled the delegations here, and I am pleased to see you all have answered..." she trailed off a bit as she looked to the Hurtis for the briefest of moments. "to the best of your abilities."

"We have been broached with a task too monumental for us to handle alone. Monfrox, as of now, is seeking to decide what to do as far as the policy of foreign aid to this new world. With that in mind, many options are already being discussed. These decisions to bring this to the attention of the region have not been made lightly, and should not be taken lightly. Monfrox has always practiced a harsh closed-border policy. That may change in the coming days, but for now I'll let The Matriarch of Veshay make her statement about the help she seeks so that we may begin the open discussion as a region."

It was a bit long-winded, but it might be beat in minutes. Lidev retrieved a long, thin cigar from her coat and chopped the end off. Vents were put in to let the smoke out and keep it from lingering. Krista stepped up and snapped her fingers, causing a blue flame to emanate from the tip of her black-gloved hand's thumb. It smelled of burning sulfur as Lidev held her cigar up to it and lit the end. Once done, Krista stepped back to her original position, her head and eyes having not moved in the slightest.

by **Veshay** » Wed Oct 21, 2020 6:43 pm

The Matriarch looked over and chuckled at the General representing Lauzanne, giving him a warm smile in regards to his words. She was a soldier too, once. After watching The Grand General of Monfrox introduce her however, she couldn’t help but have a kick of nerves to her stomach.

Motivation.

Her smile kept.

“Good morning, everyone.” The Matriarch, her voice with a twist of an Irish accent in the air. “I am The Matriarch, leader and Goddess of Veshay, both New and Old. Although my people and I are from an alternate world as we stand here before you today, the importance and frustration surrounding these diplomatic debates, discussions, and politics are far from being lost upon me. I also understand the weight of these decisions and the thousands of innocent lives they affect. The thousands of not-so-innocent lives they affect. As such, you will have my full cooperation surrounding what we are allotted to do on your soil and any and all information in regards to not only my nation, but to myself as well.

“To keep our past brief as to why we needed to gain access to an alternate dimension, I was born in the middle of a racial and religious war. In our home dimension, Old Veshay had no gods of war or vengeance before me, thus I was tasked to bring war against our enemies. It was clear after fifteen thousand years of deaths, including my own, we needed to make a tactical retreat off-world. A lot of my people came with me, but a lot of them stayed behind for our return. I decided that once we had the technology to move across dimensions rather than relying on my magic alone, we would be ready for war against our enemies once again. A month ago, we learned, although we don’t know how exactly, we know that we are finally ready.” The Matriarch looked at the Grand General and bowed her head slightly, showing her quiet thanks.

“There are two main problems with the temporary home we have. I am no scientist, but I was informed by our team leads behind the project that dimensions are like threads on a tapestry. Currently, New Veshay exists in the space between each of these threads, and that it is isolated and limited in space. The heavenly bodies, the atmosphere, and weather, are all currently simulated by myself in order to simulate normal living conditions. The only thing naturally forming in New Veshay is the land and the oceans surrounding it, as well as the people living there prior to our arrival. Going far enough in any direction yields the oddity of an invisible wall. Unfortunately, tampering with it in it anyway also damages the border, which brings us to our second problem.

“Magic Destabilization. Veshayians are all gifted in magic in some way, shape, or form, though a large portion are mostly elemental. If not controlled from an early age, it will consume the user in question and cause whatever magic they possess to burst forth from their bodies in a pseudo elemental bomb, if you will. This yields catastrophic results, and through the regulations placed on Veshay, it has become a decently rare occurrence. However, this also causes tears in the dimension. Due to the unfortunate oversights of trans-dimensional crossing, an orphan who had been buried alive in the Plainlands underwent this process, and it caused a sizable hole in the bottom of the world. When we looked inside during the aftermath, we saw what the tests only hinted at. Nothing. There is nothing beyond our universe. Any further tampering will only cause it to collapse further.

“Now. Our nation has known peace for too many generations to assume any of my people bar my Knights remember the motions of war, thus we need training. We could not do that without a permanent stabilized establishment to stay. Thus the Veshayian nation proposes an international military exchange in both an advisory and education role as well as the establishment of a university hospital to facilitate the free exchange of medical, scientific, and military advancements. This facility requires expandable terrain surrounding it for future projects, including the hopes of a specific research facility for the portal to Old Veshay to be established, but we can adapt to multiple types of terrain and ecosystems. Veshay also is prepared to do any terraforming, if it is deemed necessary.”

“Thoughts?” she said, her smile gently staying on her face.

by **Lauzanne** » Thu Oct 22, 2020 2:11 pm

Markov had fought in the Refusal War, when the odds were so long they could be measured in miles. He had been in the thick of fighting, but the thing that made him sweat internally more than anything was a literal goddess smiling his way.

Waffenscmidt and Markov heard the overall description, looking at each other and quietly talking. After a few seconds, they looked back at the larger table
"We have the soldiers to help you train, as well as potential land for you to work on. We just have problems with both." Markov started, Waffenscmidt placing his hands on the table and clasping them together.
"The main issue we currently have with both is an ongoing insurgency by a group called the Red Star Movement. We've been dealing with them since 2011, and although their activity has subsided..."
"Well, the Hurtians and the Froxians both know who it was that got their jets. They've still got enough modern hardware that we can't end up deploying much of anything. That and any facility we do host would likely be a prime fucking target." The swear made Waffenscmidt look his way, before continuing.
"If we can remove them, we can strike a deal to get you equipment and we can commit several... What was the term again?"
"Battalion Tactical Groups."
"Thank you. If so, then you can have several Battalion Tactical Groups in order for training, equipment and I assume a fight as well. We can also provide a large section of uninhabited northern Lauzanne for you to use as an area for the facility, considering large swathes of Novo Province are still wilderness. If it comes to it as well, we can likely take in people for a time until this Old Veshay is reclaimed."
"We've fought the Soviets and won, what's some inter... dimensional things?" Markov added.

by **Nyoronet** » Fri Oct 23, 2020 11:53 pm

by **Lauzanne** » Tue Oct 27, 2020 3:19 am

Markov and Waffenschmidt heard the interjection, the pair both taking mental notes of what was being said. After the interjection was complete, they looked at each other. Markov seemed ready to say something, Waffenschmidt leaned back a bit, letting the General take over.

"Well, isn't that why we're here? We're negotiating these things here in one big summit. But I have some possible answers to those, if you don't mind me trying."
Normally someone would wait a while to let others say yes, but Markov was not such a man of subtlety

"She may be a goddess, yes. But it's not like she's going to be one of the ones with unlimited power. Pretty sure her mentioning she's got other gods with her means she doesn't play by those endless power types, you know the ones. If so, that means she's limited, but if she did have that power and wanted to do as you said, why wouldn't she have come back to an earlier time? If she wanted Lauzanne, all she'd have to do is knock on our doors in 1982, which would be a trifle for someone like that. I doubt she'd learn all our doctrines, probably just the Froxians if she's gonna train up her boys on them. And even then, if she isn't who she claims to be, why bother with the decorum? Any serious effort to try and conquer us would take years of preparation, and it's not like our MI boys are going to be fucking slackers."

He places a finger onto the table.
"Pretty sure myself and the Polarians are newcomers. We're pretty small, but Polaris? They would change that balance, not like we can't find a new one."
With that, the guard gave him a canteen. He took some of the water, thanking the man as he returned it quickly, cap back on.
"I mean, even then the Froxians probably have a better pool of information than me to go on. I'm just some soldier and all I've seen is some fancy magic knights and a supposed actual goddess. But big boss Lidev there? She's probably got a lot more information to have the Matriarch's story check out."

With that, Markov eased up, letting the President take over.
"In any case, before we can truly commit a lot to overseas or trade with other nations more fully, we need to get rid of our insurgency. I believe we have a plan to get rid of them before the end of the year, but if you want more of this unilateral co-operation, some help would be most appreciated."

He paused for a moment, before pointing at himself
"Oh, by the way I'm Markov, General of the Lauzanne Army."

by **Polaris Central** » Tue Oct 27, 2020 1:08 pm

So far, the Polarians had been generally quiet during the proceedings, instead noting down everything being said and occasionally having their aide write down passing thoughts. Through the bugs they wore in their clothes, their intelligence operatives back on their sector of the government recorded the conversation and created a transcript for later analysis. In truth, Maddox was simply waiting for everyone to show their hands before Polaris did theirs. Even if she disagreed with their choice of guard, the Chairwoman did agree with the interjection that a defense treaty - or, at least, a non-aggression pact. As far as she was concerned, foreign affairs and the balance of peace were always on a hair-trigger.

It was good to know that the goddess had limits, better yet to know that the Veshay were perhaps in need of foreign technology - a business opportunity, if she had ever heard one. The Nyoronet were militaristic, judging from their first concern being related to defense, as were the Monfroxians - as guessed by their Intelligence Agency. A potential problem: a restrained wolf was an unpredictable force.

General Ainzen would clear her throat, nodding to Markov, as she stood from her seat and took a short, polite bow. Taking her seat, she would light up a LONE STAR-brand cigarette, pausing to glance at Maddox for approval - which was met with a curt nod as the Councilwoman leaned back in her chair. The General would cross her legs as she leaned slightly forward in her seat.

"Thank you, General Markov, we have to concur. In Polaris, we have a saying - 'Take the bullet out of your eye before you shoot.' Peace and balance can only be achieved if we balance the scales from the start. Now-- make no mistake, trade comes first on our list of priorities. However, these 'Red Star' insurgents get in the way of trade, and the Veshay presents a potential trade partner as well."

Maddox nods, "All this talk of peace aside, with all due respect, Duke- does your nation practice this... magic stuff? I know for a fact that we don't, and I also know that it could potentially revolutionize certain domestic and military sciences. It sounds profitable enough to me to be worth an investment; Lauzanne already generously offered to give up some of their land and Monfrox will probably train them, so we lose next to nothing, apart from whatever material support the summit chooses to provide. Regardless, I'd say we should finish this topic first before we move on to defense."

by **Veshay** » Wed Oct 28, 2020 10:47 pm

The Matriarch kept her smile as she listened to the inquiries from the leaders of the nations, and thought quietly to herself. These all were questions she had been expecting, and her nerves faded as she heard the both of them question her. This was good, she thought. Welcomed, even.

“I am afraid it is not quite that simple,” she said, looking over at Councilwoman Maddox. “yet all of you are correct; I have neglected to mention the rules regarding Veshayian gods and the limits of our people’s magic all in the name of time. I see now that an explanation, and if needed, a few demonstrations may be in order.” The Matriarch turns to the tallest Knight in the room.

“Tor? May you fashion me a bowl, please? Any kind will do.”

The Knight called Tor nods and runs a finger down his suit of armor. While he does this, a lump of some kind of dirt appears in his hands, and he begins shaping it.

“Within the laws of Veshayian magic, the people influence mostly everything about the Veshayian gods, especially what we can and cannot do. The only thing it does not influence is our own thoughts, our purpose as gods, and our memories. Unfortunately, I have been blessed and cursed both with the power of a perfect memory, and these memories and the horrors of Old Veshay are unmistakable. Fortunately, I am also gifted with the power to let an individual experience these firsthand. For the sake of both time and the need for my hands to be on the person’s shoulders, let us avoid that, yes?

“Now, the only way we can prove to you that we are able to do something is by doing it. What is that phrase, ‘seeing is believing’? Allow me to present you with a demonstration. Tor, if you could be kind enough to toss that bowl towards me.”

Tor nods once more, a perfectly sculpted bowl that rested in his hands was tossed underhanded towards the Matriarch. She caught it with a finger, and a purple bubble surrounded the said object. She seemed pleased.

“I am unable to stop time in its entirety, or be able to move through it to the past or the present,” she said, nodding to the Lauzannean general. “however I can manipulate objects. Orienting them through time and space proves no difficulty, and time in the actual area inside of it is stopped, thus perfectly preserving this object, which we have managed to do so mechanically. And,” She paused, dropping the bowl in a hand below her and setting it on the table, “this also changes its momentum. This is a small piece of the things that I’m able to: conjuring water, bringing it to both its boiling and freeze temperatures respectively, turning it into fire with a touch of lightning,”

As the Matriarch is listing off the magic she is capable of conjuring, she proves each one by changing the object in the bowl to match what she is describing. Small lightning brings fire, snuffed out with the dark. Bringing forth light magic, creating a tree and snuffing it out with destruction magic. She goes on for a bit before wiping her hand over the bowl, eliminating all contents.

“This magic truly influences everything. My appearance and countenance, muscle toning and mass, my manner of speech, the magic I can conjure, the lives I can save if the soul is willing. It also affects the little things. Food cravings, music tastes, the way I smell to different people, how my hair behaves some days.” she said, a small chuckle ending on the last word.

“Now, for the things I am unable to do.” She says while checking the bowl, the same small smile stuck on her face. “The unfortunate paradox of this rule is that if my people do not believe me in the majority, I cannot produce forth anything you have seen today. If I could not have produced said magic, you would not have believed me. Luckily, I was able to break out of this paradox quite a long time ago. Over time, Veshayians have had my powers shift and change. Currently, I am unable to do a lot of things.”

“For starters, I cannot curse.” she said once more, looking towards Markov once more with a wider smile. “I cannot hum, but I can sing. As far as I am aware, I still cannot be poisoned. I cannot get drunk, even though I do enjoy the taste of liquor from time to time. I can die physically, but I will be reborn within minutes, though I do not need to breathe. I cannot create universes or sentient lifeforms,” she said plainly, her purple-pink eyes shifting towards the Nyoroneti Duke, “and I cannot lie. Causing lies of any sort, no matter how plain, causes a black sludge-like mixture to burst forth from my throat in a slew of coughs and retches. It truly will be a dramatic scene, and it will take me minutes to recover, but it will only make me uncomfortable at best. If it is required by anyone to demonstrate this magic at any time, please just ask.

“Duke, with the utmost respect, I never said that I created New Veshay. Making another universe is not possible not only due to the limits of my people and our magic, but if it truly were possible to do, we would have done that from the very start. We would not have invaded an entire other world to help, uninvited. If I knew ahead of time that I was to prove my powers, I certainly would have had enough foresight to not have worn a white dress. You all are correct; each nation at this table has a plethora of other problems and headaches to balance, and new characters and theatres truly can turn the tides.”

“A large part as of why us Veshayians waited before we were technologically advanced enough to be able to cross universes on our own was because we knew ahead of time, if we were lucky enough to land on a habitable world, we would need to bring a technological and magical, if applicable, advantage. An advantage well off enough to be adaptable to other species and implemented into their societies, only if that society is willing; most of Veshay’s advancements are medical and technological. Anything magical of any sort is mostly adapted into these and can function indiscriminately. We Veshayians are far from being beggars, and we would have certainly not come empty handed. Ask, and within our realm of possibility, you shall receive.”

The Matriarch sighed deeply at that, yet placed both hands on the bowl, ready to prove her word.

by **Hurtful Thoughts** » Sat Oct 31, 2020 4:24 pm

Schwartz, who'd been smirking in thinking of the most opportune one-liner finally spoke up, breaking the silence of the Hurti delegation, "You know your highness, I just happen to be a bit of a sex-god mysel--." before being silenced via Rosenthal's elbow crushing his ribcage, making everyone painfully aware the under-classed specialist was merely trying to make a joke at the expense of everyone's dignity. That time the specialist tried shagging a Namien Grey-Orc aside...

It was after a brief but awkward pause that Bradley felt compelled to stand and say something meaningful, now that all attention laid upon them.

"Well, unless you're lying about your symptoms when you lie, of course. Or even that such thing would happen if you were to tell the truth, instead. But for the time-being we've no reason not to believe you. If you'd like, we could try performing missionary-work to allow you to swear and get drunk and whatnot, if you so wished..." He was however, cut-off in his ramblings by another Hurti specialist, Garda, "But as for the matter of military aid we are able to provide, a fleet rehabilitation and modernization program has already been extended to the Froxian naval forces in an effort to solve some mutual security issues, and at Crompton's disposal is over a brigade of mercenaries, some of whom are already intimately familiar with Froxian customs and a few of whom have already formed a working relationship if the marriage licenses that have been applied for are accurate."

Rosenthal meanwhile had escorted Schwartz out into the hall as the company commander could be scantly heard giving the specialist a stern scolding from behind the soundproof doors of the conference-room.

Crompton nodded, confirming that although he wasn't in-charge of the entire national military apparatus, he had the immediate and absolute authority over the deployment of forces at his command, plus the ear of the ministry itself should he feel the need to appeal for further reinforcements. "Training these... Veshies... would only be a minor addition to our mission. It would not be too hard for Bradley to expand our jungle warfare training center on New Roanoke Island to handle the new recruits, and if I am hearing your plea correctly, worst case is you need a safe place for your elderly to die safely. Expanding the surface facilities here to function as a sort of retirement home would grant them the ability to live close to their loved ones and still die with dignity."

by **Monfrox** » Tue Nov 03, 2020 1:29 pm

"What she says, if it's true, can be quite alarming." Lidev said, puffing on her cigar again after Garda had finished speaking. She knew that others were probably still unconvinced, so she spoke up once again. "If Veshay's Matriarch truly intended to invade, they could not have picked a worse nation of the region to start in. I had been given the reports as to the events of that day. The initial contact was nothing more than those we see here of their delegation, and when told to make a return until the next day, they obliged immediately. Even if they're being conniving and trying to have us let our guard down, there is no question or doubt that I hold. If Veshay had meant to make war, they would be dealt with efficiently and effectively, even if I had to do it myself."

Lidev's icy blue eye flashed red for the briefest moment as her low voice held a stony tone. She puffed once again before sitting back and crossing her leg over the other. Politics, how tiresome. Her only solace right now was that she had a smoke readily available. But still, she loathed these at-length discussions, even though they must be done to move forward.

"Does anyone else require more proof or shall we move on to discussions of how to provide aid. Speak now or forever hold thy tongue."

by **Lauzanne** » Tue Nov 03, 2020 2:21 pm

Waffenschmidt heard the exchange, nodding and taking mental notes.

"If the Veshayans were up to something, Lidev would know about it first and foremost and we wouldn't be having this meeting in the first place. As for how to provide aid, as I have said before we have plenty of open space to create an area suited to Veshay's needs, with the driving out of the Red Star Movement. We can send trainers too, and provide small arms, vehicles and other equipment if required. However, the specifics will need some working out as to the Province, and I would need to convince said Province to host the site, given that we are a federation of smaller provinces. However, I'm sure they would be more than willing to host such a facility."

Waffenschmidt had considered the possibility, but he didn't want to be an unwelcoming host to people in need of trouble. He of all people would know how important it was to have a stable homeland, given the things his parents and grandparents had gone through under the old regime. Everyone had to deal with it at some point or another, but empathy was a strong emotion.

"You know, if we do want to know if she's lying I could just try and out-drink her?" Markov suggested, straight faced. Waffenschmidt sighed just a bit. Either he was a horrible pick to come with him to this, or he was the perfect one. Both possibilities were worrying, for their own reasons...

by **Nyoronet** » Sat Nov 07, 2020 2:30 pm

by **Hurtful Thoughts** » Sun Nov 08, 2020 10:53 pm

Conference room

Lauzanne wrote:"You know, if we do want to know if she's lying I could just try and out-drink her?" Markov suggested, straight faced. Waffenschmidt sighed just a bit. Either he was a horrible pick to come with him to this, or he was the perfect one. Both possibilities were worrying, for their own reasons...

At this Garda jumps up and down excitedly, "I'll go get the drinks! I came prepared this time!" She stated, positively beaming with blinding enthusiasm.

After a brief pause and the Duke dispensing with some cigars in hopes to calm the tensions in the air, things returned to a state of somewhat normality... at least as close an approximation the region usually sees.

Johnathan Bradley spoke a piece in response to the Duke's tirade of theology, "Goddess or not, it and 'Matriarch' are titles her people seem to refer to her as. Not unlike titles such as President, Duke, General, or Field-Marshal." He stated, indicating the attendees and their own titles of public office. Although Bradley had trained at Badb Catha Academy, it was mostly to be a sharpshooter and an officer, rather than to be a high-level diplomat, his family tended to have a certain air of regal authority... albeit a bit of a draconian one.

Crompton merely waved-off the cigar, indicating that Lidev's entourage would make better use of it, knowing firsthand how Hurti and Nyori customs tended to grate upon their nerves. "If Markov insists, he can hold his liqueur, he may attempt his drinking contest while the talks continue, with Waffenschmidt as retainer should he become too inebriated to continue. Perhaps I too shall entertain this contest, so that at least one of us won't be last."

Out in the hall:
"-- said she was a fungi, and well, I'm somewhat of a fun guy myself! So I saw no harm in hi-- oof" Schwartz's detailing to Rosenthal his escapades with a mildly feminine looking orc he ran into on one of his missions was graciously interrupted when a short little girl not even five feet tall slammed into him, bounced back to her feet, apologized, and then ran off towards the hurti dorms before anyone else could react.

Watching this occurrence was Lawton Bradley, the Duke's beadle. And as they were no longer busy in conversation, now seemed a good time to interject, "Ah, so you must be part of the Hurti delegation!"

"That we are. Captain Joseph Rosenthal, and this here is one of my subordinates, Specialist Schwartz. I can see that you have elected to tour the facilities themselves rather than assist the Duke in handling the matter at hand."

"Ah, but there are always other matters to attend, and the Duke cannot be in two places at once."

Schwartz hid a clenched fist behind his back, "I suppose you came to re-negotiate another uranium-deal, Lawton?" He asked, through gritted teeth.

Hurti dorms
"Can't talk now! Drinking contest with a goddess! TalkToYouLaterSisBye!" Garda summarized as she slammed through the cupboards of the mini-bar, fetched an armload of potato-vodka, blackberry-brandy, peppermint-schnapps, and Jeagermeister before darting back for the conference-room.

"... a goddess?" A tired feminine voice finally asked, her curiosity piqued by how excited her sister had suddenly become, usually she was calm and often calculating probabilities in some dark office-space, so understandably this was perhaps the most excitement her younger sister had seen in many months.

by **Veshay** » Thu Nov 12, 2020 3:17 pm

Conference Room
“I suppose we all have something to learn today, then.” hummed the Matriarch, taking one of the cigars and putting it into the crystal on the top of her cane, the cigar disappearing entirely. “Especially on the definitions of the word ‘god’, and the fact that drinking contests are allowed at case sensitive meetings like this. If you all will accept my proposal, I believe we will wait until after this discussion to begin the contest. That way everyone can continue with a clear mind, yes?”

She looked at the side belonging to Hurti and nodded. “That’s right, that is the main title people refer to me nowadays. Others have been Lady Light, Big Blue, and several other more interesting ones. It truly is unfortunate, but I do not have a name to be unanimously referred to. Matriarch has stuck for now, it seems.”

“Now, shall we continue moving forward?”

The Hallway
Yvian paced the halls outside the conference room for what seemed like hours while the Matriarch sat inside. Of course, he heard noise, and quietly walked over to the area with the noise while still cloaked and, adjusting for moisture controls, mainly invisible.

“Sounds like ya found som’ng worth hunting fer, Yvian.” Gawain called telepathically.
“Aye.” called Yvian back. “A girl just ran out from the room. Confirm?”

The other Knights all called back, affirming Yvian.

“How’s it going in there?” called Percival.
“Fucking shite. They think gods are supposed to be all knowing, all seeing, unlimited power beings. Doubted our Matriarch!”
“Relax, Gawain.” called Galahad. “Diplomatic meetings are always this annoying and filled with a giant amount of ego on all sides. Be patient.”
“Yeah, I can name at least two people that aren’t helping~” called Dagonet.
“AND LIKE YOU AIN’T ONE OF THEM?!”

Mental sighs could be heard all around the comms, at least two people cursing Gawain’s name.

Galahad piped up mentally once more. “Sad to think that with their all powerful god that they can’t even place a name or a face on them. Do you think that god died, too?”

“Wait, quiet.” Yvian signaled, listening in to the conversation in the hall.

“What the hell is uranium?”

by **Polaris Central** » Thu Nov 12, 2020 5:12 pm

Conference Room
Maddox would glance over to Ainzen, who was leaning over to the aide and whispering something, giving a soft sigh. She was expecting this to be closer to a formal boardroom meeting than a rough night at a rowdy saloon- but, she supposed that there was no way for her to have prior context on whether or not impromptu drinking contests were acceptable at foreign diplomatic meetings. Reaching into her pocket, she'd pull out a steel cigarette case; sliding out a long, thin smoke and a small lighter. Flaming the end of the Nightshade-brand menthols, the Chairwoman pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes.

"I concur." She'd reply to the goddess, giving a nod.

Ainzen, meanwhile, was reaching into the aide's briefcase, downing the rest of the provided glass of water and retrieving a bottle of Uncle Darly's Special Reserve Whiskey. Pouring a small amount of the substance - often described as a mixture of high-octane rocket fuel and industrial-grade chemicals - into the glass, the general downed the glass in one shot, blinking a few times as the searing drink went down. Behind her, Athena-175 silently chuckled at the sight of their discomfort, her brief smirk showing a glimpse of her rows of sharp, shark-like teeth. The Sparrow-2 operator's eyes slowly slid across the conference room, committing every face to memory and watching for any signs of trouble.

Listening Post
"Christ, I can feel her headache from here." Intelligence Specialist Winchester would smirk, pushing her aviators up before reassuming her neutral, crossed-arm pose. "Maddox hates noise almost as much as she hates her own mother."

"Yeah? From what I can tell, they're talking a whole lot, but not saying much. A bunch of characters, these dregs." The agent monitoring the bugs nodded, pausing to adjust the gain and frequency of the receiver.

The pair paused as another agent speed-walked past, carrying an armful of files hastily shoved into one of the drawers of a file cabinet. The entire CIC was a beehive of activity, with various operatives and agents going to-and-fro, operating various communications equipment and terminals. The system was hooked up to National Security Section 4's wireless network, where a constant stream of highly-encrypted data was being passed back and forth.

Winchester, shrugging, would squint at the screen showing the blurry feeds from the hidden cameras on the delegates, "Bet the Sparrow chick's getting antsy, too. They don't often pull executive protection."

Hallway
"Ey, look'it." A grizzled voice lit up the comm-net, a huge, armored hand pointing up in the direction of the Conference Hall's doors- as a small, vaguely humanoid-shaped figure sped out of the room and took off down the hall.

The four powered-armor troopers that had been assigned to watch the doors of the Conference Room watched as Garda disappeared around a corner, turning back to each other. Their suits, though massive in the context of a cramped, indoor environment, were the finest in Polarian protective technology and mechanical engineering- ZKhN-7 Assault Frames, as silent as a whisper, as nimble as an elk, and strong enough to launch a car.

"Ohmigosh, she's sooo cute~" Spec. Kanata gushed, her suit's 'head' turning to glance at the source of the grizzled voice, Sr. Spec. Johnson, "Lemme talk to her, Sarge- pleaaassseeeeeeee?".

"Shut it, 'Nat. Watch the door."

"Oh, c'mon, Sarge. Y'said she could get the last one, fair 'n square." A new voice, with a vaguely country twang, entered the net with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah~!"

"Shut it, you two."

by **Monfrox** » Thu Nov 12, 2020 9:14 pm

Lidev held back her sigh and put her cigar down as she sat forward again.

"Very well. All those who are willing to put forth manpower and equipment will be rallied into a joint task force. Monfrox will create a corridor for travel and shipping through the Yellow Zone to Veshay. Due to the nature of the Yellow Zone, convoys and such will need to adhere to population limitations so as not to upset the delicate balance we create. This is non-negotiable. Anyone seen trying to bend these rules, will be extradited on the spot under suspicion to endanger foreign and domestic troop efforts and possibly espionage should things go farther. You will be in our country, so you will play by our rules as we know what goes on better than you do. To that end, operators of the Monfrox National Defensive will be escorting any and all foreigners, as well as being on station to provide extra support. I will have one of my Generals meet with your forces at the designated staging area to hand out orders and further instructions. Those in favor may make a show of hands now before we move on to other matters more pressing than drinking contests."

Truly, she would give anything to be anywhere but here at the moment.

Arike was currently grilling one of the RMD operators just outside their sector. She figured something like this would happen, but that didn't mean she was any less pleased about it. Their new powers and strength were going to their heads a bit, and one of them thought they could give her a run for her money in combatives. Well, Arike put the woman in her place almost instantly and that was the end of that from everyone else there. She was giving her the tongue-lashing about lack of proper courtesy to superior officers.

"Is that understood?" The Colonel asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Now go up to the control tower and switch out with Ionesco. A little fresh air would do you some good."

The operator, dressed in the assigned urban tiger stripe camo uniform, headed for the stairs as Arike watched, joined by the unit Captain Carmen Dehnert. Within a few minutes, a shorter, younger girl came down.

"Private Ionesco, head in and report to the shooting range for assessment."

"Yes ma'am."

Arike looked at her for a bit before reaching out and tussling her brown hair with her hand. The girl looked rather small in front of her since she was pushing past six feet. Ionesco was still only 18 and hadn't seen too much action, but came highly recommended as a great scout. Nimble, quiet, and observant were her core traits. Arike wondered if she'd been better off left at home, but there was always room to excel into a higher position.

"They're getting younger and younger, aren't they?" She asked the Captain.

"Seems so. We must be doing something right if they're proving themselves this capable by this age."

"Hope you're right. I'm going for a smoke."

"Sure." The Captain said, watching Arike walk off for the surface elevator before heading back in to oversee Ionesco's shooting skills.

by **Hurtful Thoughts** » Mon Nov 16, 2020 9:25 pm

Voxian Neutrality Zone: Topside, X1J
Upon Arike reaching the surface, there could be heard the buzzing of a swarm of locusts; a sound that would be rather out of place as it were a freshly made artificial island in the middle of nowhere. The origin of that sound quickly made itself known, a giant bipedular mech had leapt over to Arike's elevator, and then bellowed at the crimson-haired operative.

This mech, designated Matilda, had immediately recognized this person from previous encounters. Although it wasn't sure if she remembered, so it haunched down to afford a closer look, then produced a red night-cap with white trim from its storage compartment as a peace-offering. Already, it could picture what sorts of questions would be asked.

Meanwhile, belowdecks: Hall
As Garda came running back, Schwartz seemed to notice something, more of a feeling than anything else, but he could've sworn he heard too many footsteps coming from the little five foot woman as she blew right past him, Rosenthal, and Lawton as the two discussed the finer points of the merits of procuring uranium through more official channels next time rather than buying it from the lowest-bidder on Craiglist.

Still, Schwartz stared in that direction, then scowled for a few seconds until Rosenthal snapped him back to attention regarding the presence of a breaker.

"....er, yes. We did indeed encounter those creatures before. Killed one, but was retrieved by another party before we could collect any samples for further study. I do not recommend copying their program. Sir."

"Um, that's nice? But We were discussing how we managed to recover the shipment despite knowing it was a double-cross from the start."

Conference room
Garda burst in with probably twice as much excitement as she'd left with, likely startling everyone as she handed out flagons of ale. Barnes Was here mostly as just an observer, unless any of the peace talks could not be addressed by the capabilities of his subordinates... or if Crompton drunk himself under the table. Bradley just shrugged at the notion of skipping the drinking-contest, as he had no strong feelings one way or the other about proving the matriarch's title or trying to out-drink the slavic general simply as a matter of national pride.

However, "Well if you're so worried about this meeting becoming incapacitated, I should probably point out that Nyori smokes tend to be laced with fairly potent narcotics, and due to the confined nature of this room, we'll all be hot-boxing the fumes shortly." Bradley stipulated, "We however, won't be too terribly affected, so I see no reason why these talks cannot continue," He paused to nod at the Froxian, as Crompton promptly stood up and blurted-out: "We shall find those terms acceptable. Glad you'll be using our services once again, we'll be sure to give you a repeat-customer discount on our invoice". He then sat back down with such force that his head slammed against the hard oak table, causing him to fall out of his chair and become well acquainted with the floor.

by **Veshay** » Tue Nov 17, 2020 1:02 pm

Conference Room:
"It is interesting how these talks cannot continue without seeing their usage, then." the Matriarch commented.

And she let that sentence hang in the air for a touch

too

long.

"I am sorry to disappoint you in this moment, Miss." the Matriarch said, her eyes moving over to the woman holding the alcohol. "The general consensus here has been decided that this drinking contest will be held after this conference. You are free to deliver them to my room in our sector where any and all interested parties will be meeting for it. I can have one of my Knights escort you to my personal room, if that would make you feel comfortable or less alone."

"Now," she said, turning to the Grand General and not waiting for a reply. "Veshay believes these terms to be wholly fair and reasonable, however I may ask of your patience to answer me this question. If this is the country that I believe it to be, with all due respect and then some, would our station being built on Froxian soil as to limit travel between borders be easier on all of you? I understand Lauzanne has the soil to spare once the insurgency is dealt with, and I thank the Lauzannean General for this offer, however our portal can no longer be moved at all. I believe it may be easier to set things in Monfrox where everything may be closely monitored and controlled in one area, albeit there is several factors that I may or may not be missing."

The Hall:
Yvain stared right back at Schwartz, eyes wide and unblinking. He didn't get so much of a chill, but he was more impressed than anything. Hypnotized, almo-

"Yvain."
"AAAAAAA- Fucksorryyouscaredme! Matriarch's tits, this guy I think may have noticed me. He's good."
"Scared by a man in a funny hat?" Dagonet chirped.
"The Matriarch is going to have you escort that running barmaid girl to her room in the Veshay sector. Be outside the door yesterturn." called Galahad.
"What about this guy? I don't think I can walk past him."
"Go the other way, then." Dagonet called.
"Fair."

Yvain hurried to the correct door while Percival chirped over the headset.

The Surface:
"Oi, where the fuck did this giant mech come from? It certainly isn't aerodynamic."

The telepathic comms were silent for a moment, a miracle in hindsight, before Hoel piped up.

"A giant mech? What's it look like?"
"Bipedal, pretty big. Weapons mounted on it that definitely look ready to fire. I can conta- hold." called Percival before taking a closer look "It just... handed a woman something. Okay."
"So it has the aptitude to be friendly. Interesting." called Hoel.
"There can't be peace without violence.." sighed Galahad. "Keep an eye on it for now, let us know if you see anything fishy, Percival."
"Will do."

by **Lauzanne** » Tue Nov 17, 2020 3:11 pm

Markov and Waffenschmidt listened patiently, the lady handing out drinks got a hand motion from Markov that he wouldn't take the drinking contest. He hated politics, but there was a time to drink.
"I'm fine for now, miss. That's for after the talks."
Seeing Crompton faceplant on the Lauzanne Oak table and land on the ground. Markov pointed in his direction
"Is he going to be alright?"
Waffenschmidt pinched the bridge of his nose, before continuing
"We will be providing aid to Veshay regardless of if they set up here or there, however there is the pressing matter of our insurgency. the Hurtians and the Froxians have both gotten a taste of it, so I'm sure you will understand our need to bring it up and bring it to a close. Although they are receiving external funding and equipment, they are mostly pushed out of our borders."
"Aye, fuckers got given a Tunguska of all things." Markov added in.
"Although we cannot demand such a thing, military aid to clear out the northern provinces of Lauzanne from the last of them will allow us to more freely trade with the rest of you, both in civil and military goods. We're not asking for a large commitment, but anything would help in a coalition and a campaign to root them out."
"One operation to finish them off."
"However, I would also like to discuss in more detail a potential deal regarding your navy, Grand General."

by **Polaris Central** » Thu Nov 26, 2020 12:52 pm

Conference Room
"I believe we've made our intentions transparent from the beginning. We're here primarily to sell our products and-- services." Maddox would reply, glancing around at the other delegates. "We offer a wide variety of both domestic and military goods, as well as traditional exports - resources, fuel, foodstuffs, and so forth. In addition, we offer the finest private military contractors credits can buy."

She turned to Waffenschmidt, nodding. Her tone of voice and inflection had more in common with what one would hear from a corporate executive than a national leader, per se; though the ice in her eyes could probably be found in either type of person. "In the interest of securing future transactions, we would be absolutely willing to provide war-materials and assistance to assist with your insurgency, with the caveat that we also be given the proper contracts and be allowed help rebuild the area afterwards. We are no stranger to internal-- disagreements."

Next to her, Ainzen would take another shot of her whiskey, a scowl on her face.

Polarian Neutrality Zone
Just barely scraping the very end of atmosphere, an autonomous AZn-5V AWACS Carrier loitered in it's position above the whole island, monitoring an operational area large enough that it stretched from horizon to horizon. Appearing as a larger, broad-winged aircraft that looked like a mix between a cargo aircraft, a space shuttle, and a clubbed seal, the AZn-5V featured both a top-mounted, slowly rotating disk - it's sensor array - as well as a full suite of EWAR equipment. In this circumstance, it detected an incoming aircraft transmitting Polarian IFF frequencies. The schedule marked the aircraft as a routine troop rotation, and thus, it was allowed to pass without incident.

The incoming craft, a VTOL Z5 Dropship painted in a radar-absorbing black, started an approach vector, flying low over the ocean's waves and rotating it's strange engines upwards to slow.

"Incoming aircraft, this is PNZ Air Traffic Control, transmit authorization to be directed to landing." A male, marginally bored voice greeted the Z5 as it slowly approached the Polarian landing area.

A modulated, mechanical voice would respond, "PNZ-ATC, authorization code 'Romero - Onyx - Sierra - Echo'.

The ATC operator would freeze as the computer system translated the subaudible audio-code that ran underneath the spoken phrase, a chill running down his spine. He didn't remember being informed that ANTIOCH was being deployed, only that it was a routine troop movement - though, then again, that was probably a good thing. If they were involved, it was probably out of his paygrade.

"... confirmed, proceed to Landing Pad One."

Listening Post
IS. Winchester just barely managed to catch the unexpected burst of activity over the ATC comms. She hadn't been expecting the transfer for another-- ten minutes. Walking over to a separate terminal, she pulled up the logs from the Tower and stiffened as she too saw the code. "Fuckin' A-, it's Antioch. What the fuck are they doing here?"

"Aw, shit- it's the freaks. Who the fuck invited them?"

"Get the guard duty on the line - do not let them get near anything, keep them in our Zone at all costs![/i]