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Greater Nalydian Uranian and Neptunian Territory 


Grazhni Yamsi, Oberon - Capital of Colony Natynozh


 


By this point, the calls for another summit are neither surprise nor news to the Pords. This tawdry realm has proven itself to be unstable and volatile, and since Nalydian arrival here the number of summits between UMS members (and UMS members with non-UMS states) have gone up tremendously. Casual observer might even say that the denizens of NS-1 are much less amicable to such egregious quantities of diplomatic meetings, but then again perhaps that comes with the territory of being a mature star-state. Regardless, it would be rather rude to not address the clamoring for summitage, and so High Hunter Nykat tasked the trusted commander of the colonial military, Admiral nam-Kalzhak, with clearing matters up with the Triskeli and the indigenous population. 


 


The distant orbitals of Uranus are graced by the presence of the vast warship VRZ Spear of Amaruq, flagship of nam-Kalzhak's Brigade. All of its attendant support ships and logistics train are present as well, and it seems more reminiscent of an island in the void than an actual ship. Naturally it carries Admiral nam-Kalzhak, and through deft command on the part of its bridge-crew (and skilled support via the tugs and other ships with her), she is soon berthed at one of the many gravitic grays that now dot the Uranian orbitals. This one in particular is quite distant - well beyond the orbit of the moon Ferdinand and sat firmly 150 light-seconds from the chilly orb of Uranus.  


 


Once satisfied with the Spear of Amaruq's berth, nam-Kalzhak takes a shuttle to the colonial capital on the small moon of Oberon. The journey is short and he arrives on the surface without issue and soon makes his way to the recently built Oberon Palatial Villa; as a new city, Grazhni Yamsi still retains that certain sheen that fresh art often exudes. This is truer in no place more than the new Palatial Villa: the tall ice walls soak up the distant rays of Orbis Prime and glisten nearly as magnificently as Jlokhemit's own frosty abode. The structure itself is of traditional Nalydian style, crafted in remembrance of the late Hunter-General Yamsi Natynozh. Engraved pillars keep the building from meeting an untimely demise and hand-carved chandeliers adorn the ceiling. Pelts of varying types are draped from many of the walls and the thick wooden doors are made complete with trident standards woven from only the finest of materials. Well-kept rows of native Nalydian plants add character to the exterior, while inside of the Villa cascading sheets of water seem to hide entire walls and a light blue glow floats about the chambers.


 


The Admiral enters with most of his personal entourage and quickly makes his way to the meeting room (ducking past various guards, infantrymen, Hunters, and officials in the process). Without much hesitation, he pushes his way through the doors - and acknowledges the guards - before hurriedly finding his place at the table. He then sits: awkward, perhaps, considering the lack of High Hunters attending this meeting, but a reality that is easily dealt with. He makes a mental note to thank High Hunter Nykat for postponing his own meeting so that this summit could take place. That can be done after this summit has concluded. For the time being, his entourage find appropriate places to sit and stand and they make themselves unnoticeable save for a scribe who remains by nam-Kalzhak's side. He checks the time: he is early, but the others should be arriving soon enough.  


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'Here we go again' K'inich B'alam thought to himself, as he made his descent to the summit. He did not arrive in the Nohoch Chempan as before, but instead took his personal craft to make the trip to Uranus's Oberon. He was not anticipating this summit. Largely because he himself had little concern with the Blockade, which gave him no trouble during his arrival on Mars to meet with Nakbe leadership, but there was another concern... That blasted cold!

The Prince of the Tonina looked down at his hand, recalling the moment he left it to the bitter cold to stop the bleeding during the last summit. He would holding fragile things like glass this time around, as the chilling -300c temperatures of the moon were not something he wished to experience again. One episode of exposure would be enough to satisfy his curiosity, not need for a second round if it could be avoided.

He was deep in thought, when the craft landed, and the doors opened, unleashing the bitter cold onto his form. His Environmental Shielding, once again, was a life saver. Despite the protection, though, the second he had stepped out of the he was hit by the relentless winds of the planet. He thought it was lucky that today was not an abnormally windy day, as he dug his feet into the ground. The wind was chilling him to the bone, despite his shielding.

The environment was intense. Indeed, were it nought for his Oxygen Generation Implants in his lungs, he would be unable to breath at all right now. It was insane that his shielding, despite being made to account for the winds, was still not enough to allow him to feel any sense of warmth. 'I best fund research and deveopment into environmental protection, if the Pords are to keep hosting summits.' He thought to himself, as he finally made refuge inside the grand Pordish Architecture.

Finally reaching inside the place of meeting, the blue hues of the light and water filled the chambers, he finally could take a moment to relax his tight muscles. The physical struggle was over, though a mental one may indeed be on the way. He looked about the room, as he approached Admiral nam-Kalzhak, an irritated look on his face. Looking to the Admiral, he spoke in perfect Pordish. "Admiral nam-Kalzhak, it is an Honour. I am the Prince of Tonina, K'inich B'alam the Thirteenth, as a well informed man such as yourself likely knows..." He couldn't help but let out a sigh, as he looked about the empty chambers. "The natives are slow, I took a personal transport, and walked, yet I am the first to arrive." He said, aloud, shaking his head as he recalled the meeting with Chernigov that transpired not too long ago.

He turned his gaze to the Admiral, taking in his greeting and words, before bringing forth a parcel. Opening it up, he pulled out his gift to the Pords for this meeting. A Red and White Jade Mask, which bore the face of the God of War, and was inscribed with prayer glyphs. "Our gift, these masks are crafted by the priesthood, and are highly coveted for their bringing of fortune in battle and war. The one who wears it, rarely loses his life without posing an extreme challenge... Even if the man was not a great warrior."

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Madme Secretary, we will be arriving shortly. Thank you Maria, can you bring me some coffee? Yes Madme Secretary, she replies in her soft gentle words. Thank you, you're the best, I give her a small wink. I put down my copy of Beware They are out there! by Richard Hamlington. Who knew an american fanatic could have predicted the arrival or the precense of aliens, and Prods. Brush aside my hair I get dressed. Madme Secretary, we are outside the air zone, Prod Escorts have arrived, you should be at the Summit in less than 30 minutes, my Director of Security says.  Thank you Fred, regardless how much I hate when he stops me from going places, his heart was in the right mind. I was lucky to have him. I took one last glance into the system, this was a new area. The HMS Illustrious, the Oncaro-Class Warships had been built to withstand extreme heats and colds, lets hope I could do the same. 

 

The Entourage finally made it to the Royal Summit. I look straight ahead, a tall broad man sits talking with another man. Noticing me I quickly introduce myself. I am The Secretary of State of France Jean-Jacques . Her Majesty Empress Elizabeth Bella Solis Wolf would like me to apologize for not coming in person, she has had matters on Orbis to attend. She has asked me to pass these gift as a blessing from her. I pull out an old bottle of wine, champagne, and cheese one.  I hope it didn't age to much while we traveled her, chuckling a little........

 

 

OOC: Secretary of State Jean-Jacquel 

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Triskeli Capital Ship

 

Elizabeth sat crossed leg on the deck of the gigantic hangar bay of her personal destroyer, the bay was brimming with activity, though the deck crew had kept their distance from where she was sat. Opening her eyes, she was greeted with the image of thousands of troopers standing to attention in their individual units. They were the men and women of her personal guard, wherever she went they soon followed right behind her. Each of them had served in an activate infantry unit for at least five years and then had go onto to do further eye watering training that many washed out of doing due to the sheer intensity.

 

Her eyes fell onto further movement near the back of the hangar, several large cranes were moving larger Imperial vehicles. Reports had rolled in that the temperature on the surface was falling below -200 degrees celsius which meant that while she would be effected by the weather herself, the support staff with her would be, so in such they would have to bring the equipment to support their arrival. The largest piece of equipment that the Empire would land on the surface was an AT-AT walker which would be used to transport the Empress nearer to the summit, normally a gunship would be used but due to the high winds they opted for something more tried and tested.

While observing the other movement, she felt a rush of energy come over her, she was used to this feeling, it normally signified the arrival of someone with powers or presence was near her. This time it was Apollyon who stood in front of two Galactic Marines and two of his Inquisitors. He appeared to be giving orders but stopped mid-sentence to greet the Empress. “My lady, the landing party is almost ready. When you are ready, board the AT-AT and we will proceed from there†he said in a formal tone and instantly went back to talking to the soldiers around him.

 

Several Minutes Later

There was a loud clunking noise followed by the sound of air rushing by as the dropship carrying the AT-AT came near to dropping of its cargo on the icy planetoid below. The dropping motion in her stomach vanished as the she felt the walker touch down on the surface below. On the overhead speaker, she heard the Walker Commander speak “It’s quite windy out here folks and the temperature is constantly falling. Though there is no need for worry, our environmental shielding will protect everything. We expect to arrive at the edge of the city within 25 minutes, if anything else occurs, you will be notifiedâ€. With that the voice vanished again and they were left with the gentle movement of the walker and the thudding of the legs as they impacted on the ground.

 

Apollyon was sat opposite her, he had barely been chatting to anyone since the operation had started. Much like Elizabeth he had been wedged in between the heavily armoured snow troopers who sat in their seats talking amongst each other on their private communication networks. Apollyon leaned forward and spoke in hush tones “I hear that the Governess that you appointed is the reason I had to drag you to this shithole of a backwater. Her blockade of sol appears to have annoyed the local peasantry†he huffed.

 

A small smile came across her face “You would be correct. While you were off completing one of the missions that I sent to you she reacted to a war on Mars with a blockade which at first was a good idea but has since expanded into an occupation of that single planetâ€.

 

Apollyon smacked his head against the wall of the walker behind him “If I had a credit for every time someone did something stupid which lead to us going to a boring meeting I’d be a rich and never have to leave the Temple†the old Sith Lord joked.

 

“Apollyon, you are rich but I still don’t know what you do with all those Imperial Credits that you earn with your job. Oh actually, I do know. You spend the credits on old Sith artifacts and Jedi artifacts. The last one I believe was you got an old Sith Lords helmet? Vader, was it? Yeah that’s the one I was thinking of. Before that you bought a statue from a Jedi temple in galaxy from a long time ago in a galaxy far awayâ€. Elizabeth stared at Apollyon

 

Apollyon never responded to the taunting by the Empress, he instead retorted “So, when I get off of this shithole, do I need to visit the new Governess and change her mind about how to run your colony or should I let you do that?â€.

 

Elizabeth mused for a minute “No. I think that now she has committed to the situation we must fall in line with the idea. As you well know, I sent Lancer on a mission to the fabricators to build a new fleet and a new army for this specific colony.  If we can agitate the locals into action, we could test out my new command ship on them. At the same time, we can sweep aside the local pond life and expand the UMS control zone, each planet will have a standing army of clone troopers while the locals are slowly herded into camps and the ones with genetic defects will be destroyed. Those of some use can be used for experiments or slave labour. Once they are all dead we can take down any slave structures and re build them properly†she smiled.

 

Apollyon let out a laugh “Your wisdom never ceases to inspire me. You have to accept that this will be an uphill struggle. Our allies within the UMS won’t accept extermination camps popping up overnight.  This will take time and planning to actually pull off, there are few people within the Empire I’d trust with this kind of conversation. The only other person that you would be able to trust to make this happen would be Captain Lancer. I do agree my Empress, the local life forms do need to be handled, though they need to surrender their freedoms to use by themselves and not have us take them away…. or we could be looking at a galaxy wide warâ€.

 

“The newly reformed Inquisitors would have a great role in this plan. In my mind, the first phase would be implanting themselves in important structures around the Galaxy and when the time comes they will complete their mission like any soldier in my army. At the same time, we will have to keep the UMS on board with policy, even with this blockade I feel some are losing their balls. I don’t understand how they could go from glassing entire solar systems to protecting what would normally be described as ‘Undesirables’ or even worse ‘unclean’†she said in a thoughtful tone.

 

A short while later

 

Apollyon repelled from the center of the walker into the ice-cold weather beneath him.  Waiting was Elizabeth and several snow troopers, each of them were sat on speeder bikes waiting to go into the city ahead of them. They had decided to leave the walker to be picked up later on so to avoid the destruction of local roads by the walker’s large spiked legs which dug deep into the ground. Mounting his his bike and they were off, the wind was almost unbearable but within a few minutes they were deep within the city. After travelling for a short period, they came to their destination, a plaza which was surrounded by ornate walls and what Apollyon assumed to be imported Nalydian flora.

 

Finally reaching their place of meeting, Elizabeth was the first of the party to step in, followed by the rest of her group. She took not that she had not been the first to arrive by a long period but at least she wasn’t as late others.

 

Elizabeth approached the Admiral “Admiral nam-Kalzhak, it is truly an honour to meet you. I must apologise for my late arrival, I was in the motherverse when I was made aware of the current situation but as soon as I was aware. Please accept these gifts as thank you for hosting the summitâ€.

 

One of the snowtroopers stepped forward with a box of fresh Triskeli meat while another stepped forward with two jugs of newly developed Triskeli nog.

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I miss home.

This was the thought that entered Danica Ambrozije's mind as the Branimira entered the orbit of Oberon, and as with the UMS formation summit, she first entered a shuttle to head down to the Pordish colonial capital, a shuttle which housed a transport of its own to take her through the wide streets of the colony to the place where they would meet.

To say Danica was looking forward to this would be... an overstatement. Unlike before, she was going alone, and unlike before, she was hoping to get it done as quickly as possible so that the Triskeli blockade would hopefully be lifted, or at least the FTLi in the system would be removed. It was all becoming too much of a hassle. A hassle in which she was swiftly losing her patience. Granted, it was mostly her own fault, attempting to emulate the Alterrans, and to play firefighter regarding the inevitable friction that arose between the natives and the UMS. She'd been in PW-1 longer than she had intended, and it was her fault she was so frustrated. Which just frustrated her more.

But none of this showed on her face as she exited the transport and trudged toward the villa in her form-fitting environmental suit, a repulsor field keeping her from being buffeted by heavy winds. She didn't need it, and honestly not even the wind would likely bother her, but she felt it good to keep up appearances. No need to scare the natives, after all.

Entering the villa and reaching the meeting area, Danica gave a respectful bow.

"Admiral nam-Kalzhak, thank you for calling this summit. I am Danica Ambrozije, Supreme Leader of the Republic of Kressnia," she said, speaking in Pordish; her fluency had greatly improved since the Balkan Summit months ago. She brought before him a gift of her own that had been in a protective case slung over her back: A ceremonial rifle, which greatly resembled bolt-action rifles from centuries before the republic was founded.

"This is a rifle of the 1st Kressnian Infantry Regiment; or as we call them, 'the Old Guard'. While my nation isn't known for its martial prowess, the Old Guard is so named because it is the oldest active military unit in the Republic, having existed since the republic's founding five centuries ago, and they are the personal guard of the Supreme Leader."

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Admiral nam-Kalzhak

 

nam-Kalzhak is looking over reports from his subordinate units when the Grand Heir of Tonina arrives in the chamber. Punctual and respectful, the Admiral appreciates his attendance and is eager to finally meet the busiest man in all of the Confederation. The High Hunter Council spoke highly of him and his reputation has, naturally, preceded him. Thus nam-Kalzhak looks up from his reports to greet B'alam; his attire is not overly extravagant but rather that of a general officer: tunic and trousers (both very dark blue) with sleeves, collars, and edges hemmed with fancy gray embroidery. A silver sash is tied smartly around his waist, and while he wears no hat or helm, two braids are draped from the front of his face and come to rest on his shoulders; he has neither sideburn nor mustache, but a small beard covers his chin, and he forgoes the presence of gloves, though he has not opted out of a pair of charcoal boots.

 

Welcome to Grazhni Yamsi, Prince of Tonina K'inich B'alam. von Yamsai and the Pords of the Council speak very highly of you, the Admiral tells him, his voice echoing slightly from the near emptiness of the chamber. These natives, I'm afraid, are the reason we are here, he continues in reply to B'alam's commentary. His voice trails; his head shakes.

 

Off to the side one of his entourage members steps forward. Upon noting nam-Kalzhak accept the Toninan gift, he hands nam-Kalzhak a small object; the Admiral takes it and presents it to B'alam: 

 

This is specifically from High Hunter Cholkük, he says, prepared specifically for this meeting. It is an urn depicting his triumph over the JSOC. He is silent for a moment. Then: he tells me that it is imbued with the skills and fighting spirit of his sailors there. He says that -

 

The doors open. Revealed is Secretary of State Jean-Jacques of France. nam-Kalzhak raises a slight eyebrow as she introduces herself and offers cheese, wines, and champagne.

 

Please excuse me, he tells B'alam; he turns his attention to the Frencher: I see you have arrived at our capital intact, he says. With a single motion he ushers in food and the table is set: vast platters of fresh meats are brought out and smaller portions of varying types of steamed vegetables accompany them, with gargantuan jugs of drink to wash everything down. You will have to excuse our chefs as they are unfamiliar with the preferred types of meat you are accustomed to, the Admiral tells the newest of arrivals; a small plate of blubbery walrus finds its way in front of the Frencher diplomat still warm from the hunt. But these are among the finest of cuts from a very recent hunt, he explains - but before much else can be said about the matter, the Triskeli arrive.

 

Once again, Admiral nam-Kalzhak excuses himself - this time to greet Elizabeth: There is no need to apologize, he says, we understand the fabric weather in the local area around Uranus and Neptune is not very conducive to rapid travel. He stifles a grin as she offers gifts of nog and meat. For a brief fleeting instant he glaces over at the meats and nog on the table, but only just; the realization kills his small grin. Regardless, he nods in acceptance. nam-Knachen, he says.

 

Once more his attention is taken away by more arrivals; this time Danica in representation of Kressnia, or rather Colonial Kressnia. She speaks to him and he nods; to nam-Kalzhak, at least, it seems that B'alam's Pordish is easier to understand, but that is not that great of an issue.

 

Welcome Supreme Leader Danica Ambrozije, he says, his Pordish making it sound much closer to Ambrözhye. It is always our pleasure to host these summits, he says, even those in realms as... Unpolished as this one, he strains. He finds that he has cast a curt glance towards the Frencher, but he is quick to catch himself. We do have much to discuss at this summit, he notes, we appreciate Kressnia attending.

 

He bows and is given the gift of the rifle; he smiles warmly and nods to an aide off to the side who brings forth a small box. He opens the box to reveal a very small trident sitting on a plush bed. Cursory observance reveals little about its properties or anything about it, really, other than it is a symbol of the Winter-Bringer. nam-Kalzhak is respectfully silent, but after a moment he does finally speak:

 

High Hunter von Yamsai sends his regards, the Admiral says. He presents the gift to the Kressnian and then turns to the door almost as if expecting more individuals to come pouring through.

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​*5 minutes from Touchdown*

 

 

​"I expect we are close?" ​Cenna said after his trip back across the void. ​"Yes, Sire. We are approximately 5 minutes from landing." ​Said Captain Coler in the professional tone he always managed even in distress. Cenna waved for his most trusted guardian and friend, Grandmaster Hishimyo, to come sit with him and prepare to land. Hishimyo was in the royal Caledonian arms uniform, across his back was his traditional swords of old, on his hip was a belt holstering his hand carved throwing knives, in his mind and body was his mastering and training from 30 years to acquire the highest regard in every martial art form. He had been Cenna's long time friend since the coronation of the emperor. ​​"How may I assist you friend?" ​"We are landing soon, I expect that you are ready?" ​"Of course sire, but I suspect something else is troubling you?" ​"As always You are right Hishimyo. I'm concerned this may be something more than just a summit for the blockade." ​" If this is something more I can assure that you will be fine, we didn't have this ship equipped with a portal back home in a worse case scenario for nothing." ​"You are right again old friend." ​The ship began it's descent procedures and as they landed Cenna turned to his friend and spoke, ​" Hold still I must provide you with defense against the cold." ​ He cast a spell the provided his clothing with immense shielding against the harsh temperatures. HE then cast a spell on his own attire that would insulate it as well. Cenna wore his best robe, one of royal purple colors and lined with gems from his ancestors. the robe had become his favorite when it came to political discussions. The two walked out of the ships and though they could fell the cold it was no where near as bad as it could be. Cenna walked in the room and began looking around. First he noticed the Pords, whom he owed a great debt too, then he noticed the Triskeli and though he tried to hide his distain for the group who had insulted and spit on his attempt for peaceful meetings, he let a crude smirk slip from his face almost screaming out his hate for the disrespectful group. He presented a box for each nation present even the Triskeli as much as he didn't like them he would still show respect. the boxes each held Caledonian  made amulet forged out of 4 gems: Diamond, Emerald, Ruby, and Sapphire. Each stone resembled the four sacred elements to Ancient Caledonian principal. He then took a seat next to The French delegate, Secretary of State Jean-Jacquel.

The Caledonian Empire--In Space

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Oberon

Lithim's shuttle arrived without the fanfare that had welcomed him in New Wylus some while before; a good omen. Out would emerge the Prince and his retinue in furs that they had thought fitting to bring with them upon hearing of the Pords hosting a grand ding while bound for Samarkand. Neustria had not thought it worth the trouble of sending a diplomat fresh from Neustria when a prince of the royal blood, a son of the current Magister Navigum of whom the Pords were somewhat familiar with, would certainly suffice. The extreme of Oberon's clime would be thought most well-suited for the Pords by all as they made their way to the summit on foot; taking in the sights and overall atmosphere. No banners would be flown, nor would a herald announce their arrival as they entered the summit refreshed from a brisk walk. 

One of the Frankians stumbled and cursed; his prosthetic right leg let out a sharp whine as it gave way. Lithim caught him before he hit the floor, and steered him towards a nearby seat where the Frankians were congregating. The man gave Lithim his thanks, and apologized for seemingly disturbing the summit. Lithim said there was no need. 
Those that have bled for the Realm shall I be forever indebted to. 

As the Prince approached nam-Kalzhak he gave his apologies for his tardiness, and produced from one of the armored compartments on his powered armor several boxes of Atkan cigars that only the unofficial upper class of Frankian society could afford.

 

From our Governor Clarence Van Houwten's own collection, I must say. He has a fine taste for cigars, though I am forever wedded to my pipe.

 

As the Prince spake the Frankians proceeded to make themselves comfortable; producing flasks full of best brandy to fight off the cold, cigars of a more common sort, and pipes that they had loaded on the way to the summit. Captain Alexander Sinclair took an uncomfortable note that his fellow countrymen were largely ordering Pordish cuisine as he requested iced coffee with tapioca and kimchi mixed with pork and brown rice.

Major Felix Anderson noted his subordinate's concern as he gulped down a pint of strong stout, and quickly put in a request for another. Drinking one another under the table was something the Frankians were known for while off-duty, though they were, for the most part, prone to keeping to themselves while Atkane's joy flowed through their veins. He eyed Danica with approval, though he was convinced from national pride that fair Queen Gendelyn was far more radiant than she. 

A sharp pain made Anderson wince; his leg was giving him trouble again. Faith forbade the growing of a replacement; cloning was an abomination in the eyes of the gods. Not that Anderson chose to care what they thought, but Army regulation certainly did. Army regulation was the Almighty in Anderson's eyes; the only god worth trying to placate.




 


 

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"Soldiers, exactly at three o'clock, the enemy is to be crushed by your fierce charge, destroyed by your grenadesand bayonets. The honor of Belgrade, our capital, must not be stained. Soldiers! Heroes! The supreme command has erased our regiment from its records. Our regiment has been sacrificed for the honor of Belgrade and the Fatherland. Therefore, you no longer need to worry about your lives: they no longer exist. So, forward to glory! For the King and the Fatherland! Long live the King, Long live Belgrade!"
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The Imperator, Orbis 7-4, Orbis System

 

 Slowly, the ship approached the moon "Oberon", it's shadow cast over the small object. Suddenly, a small shuttle left the ship by it's forward hangar, carrying Emperor Alexei (who had recently returned from his voyage) and a small detachment of Imperial Guards. Within a few minutes, the shuttle had landed at one of the available landing pads, where Alexei would step out, followed by his guards. Alexei, upon noticing the conditions of the moon, activated his personal energy shield, followed by his guards. Eventually, Alexei arrived at the building where the summit was taking place, where he found that his son, Mykhail, had arrived as well.

 

Orbis 7-4

 

 "So, I presume the trip here was about average, right?" Alexei said to Mykhail as they walked towards the main hall where the conference would be held.

 "Yes father, it was indeed a good trip. What of yours?" Mykhail replied.

 "Well, you can say I made a friend." Alexei said.

 "Oh? Who would that be?" Mykhail asked.

 "Your Ancestor, Revan himself." Alexei said to Mykhail, who was shocked to hear the news. "He was being held in stasis on the Sith Emperor's personal station." he added.

 "Interesting... Wait a second. What happened to your mask?" Mykhail asked.

 "It is a long story, my son. One that I can briefly explain. So, as you know, we found the foundry, right?" Alexei said. "Well, while I was exploring it, we kinda found a certain person. He was my apprentice once, and he killed one of the Imperial Knights in our strike team. He also damaged my mask while there. Of course, I did redeem him, and he is right now back on the ship getting cybernetic hands to replace his old once which he lost." he finished.

 "Okay, well were here, so we need to get to our seat." Mykhail said.

 "Here we go again..." Alexei said hesitantly.

 "What is wrong, father?" Mykhail asked.

 "B'alam is in that room. I can sense it." Alexei replied. "That isn't too important. Let me inspect the gifts for our host." he added before checking the gifts, which included a light blue crystal from Tsiolkovsky 4 and a set of grey Mandalorian Armor. "Okay, that is all. Lets go in." he finished. Upon entering the room, the two took their seats next to Cenna, who had just arrived as well.

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Ba'alm's face twitched with irritation as the French arrivals cut off Admiral nam-Kalzhak, who was clearly busy trying to explain the importance of the gifted urn. The prince gained his composure, and waited for the greeting to be done with and continue his conversation with the Admiral... But then came the Triskeli. This was good, B'alam thought to himself. They needed to be punctual so a summit about their actio- His very thought was cut off at the arival of Danica coming on on Triskel's heels.

It was good to see a face he had grown to tolerate. He thought ill of her attempts to meddle in forging of peace, where it needn't be, but such a role was fitting of a woman. As far as women leaders went, she played to her gender's strengths. In the Prince's eyes she also fell trap to the failings of women, of course, the motherly mentality that caused one to busybody. She would need to harden, if her people were to make it. The UMS could not lend their strength to Kressnia forever. He noticed many of the eyes in the room glancing over Danica, and for the first time took a moment to accept she was beautiful.

It was but a moment, a brief moment, that quickly gave way to B'alam approaching the Admiral again to try and rekindle their conversation, as there was a lull in arrivals after the Caledonian delegation was tended to. "Admiral, this Urn.. You were speaking of it's importance. Perhaps you would care to continue, friend?" The admiral began to recount the lore of the Urn again before the Franks burst into the room, looking as party eager as always. With their revolting abundance of booze and smoke.

The Prince took in a deep breath, remaining level headed though mildly irked. He patiently awaited for nam-Kalzhak to see off the Franks. He approached the Admiral again, only to have the revolting energies of Alexei enter the room. The presence of the force user would no doubt irritate the Pords as well, though for different reasons.
With a deep sigh, he looked to nam-Kalzhak who locked eyes with him. In that brief moment, B'alam gave him a light nod and a dissapointed, mildly irritated, and defeated look, that would easily translate the message intended. The pair would have to talk later, when Drunk Franks, Pseudo-Sith, and Myriad other irritants were not present.

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Yet another being entered the chamber.

 

The large, yellow, moisturized body of the Mukitan Envoy wiggled as he crawled forward towards the rest of the assembly.  With a porous uniform, no one could claim that he'd dared come to a diplomatic function naked, but surely they could see how a weaved garment would be a very bad idea for someone like him.

 

While Arcadia colony had been assigned the one Diplomat that everyone loved to hate, the Politburo was well aware that additional Envoys with some experience and a modicrum of tact could also be sent to the budding colonies in the Orbis system.  No toes would be stepped on, and the Diplomat back at Kressnia's summit could continue operating under the illusion that he was revered and important.

 

"Greetings, friends."  The giant slug intoned using the audio broadcasting aide attached on his back.  "My name is Go'lonthv, and I am the representative for The Brotherhood of Planets."  Before his aides and handlers could do anything, Go'lonthv removed a bottle of white wine from a bag attached to his person.  "Although perhaps a paltry gift, this is a bottle of Arikath, 2182, from the Brotherhood's oldest winery.  I do hope it proves pleasant for your palates."  Go'lonthv gingerly handed the bottle to Pordish authorities, and spent time shaking other people's appendages with his tentacles.

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Once More

 

nam-Kalzhak shakes his head. The vast assemblage now gathering to discuss or observe what is, ostensibly, an internal UMS matter has ballooned well beyond what should be necessary for such a discussion. That Triskel felt it prudent to even call forth such a meeting over something which could very likely have been decided over a five minute holoconference has struck nam-Kalzhak as relatively odd, even if he is the one who originally demanded the removal of the blockade. The thought is almost enough to amuse him... If it were actually more funny than it is irritating. More individuals pour in through the door: Cenna from Caledonia; a Frankian delegation; a diplomat from the Second Brotherhood of Planets (thankfully food is already being served); and what appears to be another practitioner of that dull faith. What was it, the Force? He turns to see B'alam's glancing nod (it drips with dismay); he can only nod back as he notices the Caledonian Emperor smirking crudely while presenting a gift to the Triskeli.

 

Two robed members of the Adgu emerge out of the floor carrying what appear to be very large winter overcoats; they move to where Cenna and his bodyguard are now seated and address them:

 

It appears you have brought heathen arts into this divine chamber, one says, his face obscured entirely by convenient shadows and a hood.

 

You must leave or take down your barriers, the other says, these coats will be your protection against the cold.

 

The first hands Cenna the coat and waits for him to accept it.

 

nam-Kalzhak turns away from this... Disturbance to continue speaking with B'alam, but he is interrupted by the Frankish Prince and his offer of expensive cigars:

 

I must apologize, for I do not have much to give you in return, nam-Kalzhak tells the Franks. I will see about securing a parcel of Moscorosian Rose cigars for when we meet again - Admiral Murdoch is quite fond of them and they are the best in Nalydya, the Admiral finishes. The flood continues, but this time it is an actual UMS member arriving.

 

Welcome Go'lonthv, representative of the Second Brotherhood of Planets, nam-Kalzhak says. Already he is growing tired of these greetings; just how Reid survives so many summits escapes him (at some point Alexei and his son slipped into the room without even so much as a greeting from nam-Kalzhak). Without much thought he accepts the gift of wine and hands the slug one of the Triskeli jugs of nog in return. With that taken care of, he then moves to address the gathered:

 

In the interest of time, I would like to begin this summit, he declares loudly. Today's topic of discussion is the Triskeli blockade currently in effect near Orbis IV.

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Meeting Chambers, Nalydian Colony of Oberon

 

 

The events of the native fauna in the PW-1 universe has caused quite an uproar among certain power players in the Mri Empire. With a summit being held by the UMS to discuss a blockade of a world in the Orbis System being held, many of those players began jockeying for position with the Queen to send one of their own delegations. However, one group sent word to the Governess of the territory in that universe. With the proper promises, a deal was secured almost immediately. As such there would be a new player arriving in the system to represent the Mri at the meeting. However, should a UMS vote take place, they have been notified of the official position of the Mri. They were also notified what actions they were strictly prohibited from taking. With that, they were notified where to go and did so promptly.

 

Near the head of the chamber, just to the left of where the Pord seat, a crackle of energy appeared in the air and the symbol of Nika made itself visible. From this, three figures emerged. Each of them wearing very ornate outfits, white flowing robes broken only by emerald plates of armor and ivory masks. The one at the head of the small formation also had a golden headdress marking her visibly as a Grand Seeker of the Order of Nika. They were covered head to toe in robes or armor and several weapons were very visible on each of them. Two swords, one long and one short, Each carried a wand of sorts, as well as each of them having a small beige canister in the small of their back. The Grand Seeker turned to look at nam-Kalzhak and nodded to him, "Do not mind us Admiral. We are here to observe the proceedings and to ensure no illegal arts are being practiced by those present. We will extend our aura's to encompass you to prevent any native force users from tampering with your thoughts during these proceedings. If you wish, I can have more seekers arrive and lock down the entirety of the room to prevent any illegal activities from taking place in this chamber."

 

She looked directly at Alexi and Apollyon, "Even if there are some here who may know where the fugitive Dark Lord is, we will only act on them should they attempt any usage of their profane abilities in these halls"

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"May Nika's light show you the path" - Queen Ariel I to Queen Lexa I, dying words

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*SUMMIT MEETING ROOM*

 

The Emperor had been sitting for a bit when he noticed two beings in robs move towards him, his mind raced with what may happen, but he looked and saw they were carrying coats that he presumed were for himself and Hishimyo. One man leaned down and spoke of Cenna's barriers to fend off the cold asking they be removed, Cenna nodded and accepted the coats. First he gave one to Hishimyo and once on he removed the barriers, next he put his own on and withdrew his power completely. He was stunned to say the least that it was an issue but never the less he would respect any man when in their house. He pulled Hishimyo close about to whisper something before the last arrivals walked in. When the commotion calmed he leaned his friend close again and began to whisper a secret to him that cause Hishimyo to adjust his seat uncomfortably. Hishimyo looked up from his chair and made a view around the room before turning to Cenna and nodding. He then removed himself from the chair and stood back against the wall behind Cenna to watch silently. Cenna then looked up from a small conversation with the French delegate to see that the summit was starting. He gave a nod to the head of the summit in recognition that he was prepared.

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Taking the trident graciously, Danica smiled and stepped away, giving her thanks to the Admiral, before she caught sight of B'alam. She gave the Toninan prince a smile, though it was rather strained here, and he moved on to other things. And so did she, as she greeted the Brotherhood's ambassador and then moved to sit down at a table, blocking out any shenanigans that might be going on; she'd learned to do that much after the insanity of the UMS Foundation summit... both versions.

Setting her gift down gingerly, as well as the helmet she had removed upon entering, she looked toward nam-Kalzhak with a small frown as he spoke to the assembled, and set her elbows on the table, interlocking her fingers and setting her chin upon them. She glanced around, waiting to see who would speak first.

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Lithim let out a soft chuckle at the Cenna Emperor's expense, and wondered if anything else out of the ordinary might disrupt this summit as he went to join his men. He recalled his father mentioning how the Fraconian delegate had pulled a blade on the Terran named Shore at the last summit the Frankians had attended back when his grandfather still reigned. They are the blood of old Neustrasia, his father had explained, and will not let a slight, no matter how trivial, pass them by without the shedding of blood. 

Frankians and Fraconians had not gotten along well since the Commonwealth had preyed on a then divided Frankia; they were cousins, aye, but cousins who had fallen to the darkness. They knew not Atkane or Severus or Wulfrum, they knew only vain pleasures and a growing appetite for slaves. Besides nomadic fleets, rogue Atkan corporations, and the Sigiberts of Talestria it was the damn Commonwealth that had been a pain in Frankia's side for some five hundred cycles. No peace in the Urlann.

As Lithim took his seat next to Major Anderson he felt relief that the Summit should begin without the usual formalities. Best sort this matter out quickly and be done with it, he thought. He checked his PCD for any word from Grand Magister Mars on how the Gerwannians who had flocked to the colors at Neustria's call were shaping up in boot shipside. Those that eventually made it through would have to go through further training on Orbis; their baptism of fire would not be long in coming. 

 

Lithim spoke not a word as his retinue drank and began chatting of matters not concerning the summit at hand in the Army Frankian that he had trouble following. He could sense that some were awed at their surroundings; so strange, yet so beautiful. Frankians only visited other realms as diplomats, as soldiers, as missionaries, and as mourners; though not necessarily in that order. He had recalled reading at the Academy how some Frankian families before the fall were still taking the long trek to Deutsches Reich to lay wreaths on the graves of those who fell in the Caedis Wars. 

The Frankians and the Pords had ground that Sith Realm to a fine powder alongside the Mri and Givious, and as he looked at the Chernigovian Emperor he felt as though history might repeat itself. That conflict had forever scarred Frankia after the Realm had been driven into exile with the loss of their homeworld. The young Realm had had its revenge in the end after the Sith Lord had been captured by a Frankian patrol in flight from his dying world. 
 

That Sith Lord's end had not been quick; the Magister Navigum had seen to that.Drawn, quartered, blinded with molten silver, he had at last been thrown into a hog pen to be devoured alive by hogs that did not care that their feed this day screamed. Hog fodder, that's the only thing force users are good for. 

"Soldiers, exactly at three o'clock, the enemy is to be crushed by your fierce charge, destroyed by your grenadesand bayonets. The honor of Belgrade, our capital, must not be stained. Soldiers! Heroes! The supreme command has erased our regiment from its records. Our regiment has been sacrificed for the honor of Belgrade and the Fatherland. Therefore, you no longer need to worry about your lives: they no longer exist. So, forward to glory! For the King and the Fatherland! Long live the King, Long live Belgrade!"
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Pioneer 3:

 

The General coughed, and then coughed again. He was old, but was one of the sharpest minds in Hungadada "Could I have some water, please". His assistant gave him a bottle. He gulped it down, and took a seat, behind the pilots, and in front of his guards. "Pilot, how much longer?" "10 minutes sir" came the reply. "I'd advise you to tighten your belt. The winds here are not pleasant, an even if our computer can handle it, it'll still be bumpy."

 

With everything securely strapped, the flight computer gave a final warning: "APPROACHING LANDING ZONE. SECURE SEATBELTS. WARNING: WINDSPEEDS DANGER". It was a bumpy ride down. It was a bumpy ride down, but the computer ensured it was as smooth as possible. The general coughed, and put on his thick, insulated, jacket. Another prompt from the computer came: "LANDING SECURE. DISEMBARK USING PORT DOORS". 

 

The General oversaw some of the attendants unload the gifts for the summit attendees. A medallion of crystal, with the ancient Hungadadian symbol for peace carved in, for Triskeli. Jade orbs were to be given to everyone else. 

 

As the General and his guards walked into the hall, he noticed that many people were already there. He coughed. He apologised for being so late, announced he represented the Hungadadian delegation, and took a seat. He noted the atmosphere tense. 

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 Alexei, who had been talking with his son Mykhail, suddenly stopped and leaned on the table. He felt something wrong had happened while he was at the conference, but he could not tell at first.

 "Father, what is wrong?" Mykhail asked Alexei.

 "H-h-he is gone. Only a few days after Wolf, and now he is gone as well." Alexei said to himself, who suddenly realized that Zafri Zackery, a close friend of his, had died.

 "Who is gone, father?" Mykhail asked him while people around him looked at what was going on.

 "Zafri Zackery, a close friend of mine, and former king of Sweden, is dead. I can sense his life fading. I am sure you would be able to sense it too, if your training was complete, my son." Alexei replied.

 "He is dead? I am so very sorry, father." Mykhail replied.

 "If I could, I would be bringing this building down around us." Alexei said to himself. "This is too much for me to handle in a single week." he added before going back to waiting for the summit to begin.

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Elizabeth stood from her seat to begin here speech. She had spent a long of her journey with her advisors, planning how to resolve the current situation. She moved to the center of the room, at the same time she lowered the hood from her ornate black and silver robes which had the Triskeli wolf etched onto the back of it. As she did her long smooth red hair dropped around her shoulders, resting on the thick black robes, now also on show was her pale as snow skin which contrasted heavily with her clothing. Looking like globes of ice her eyes appeared to move quickly amongst all the guests as if she was looking deep into their soul.

“I would like to take the opportunity to welcome everyone to this summit. A special thank you to our Nalydian allies for hosting the event on such a short notice. I also extend warm welcomes to all our guests, I truly hope you enjoy your visit†she said in a rather icy and flat tone.

 

Reaching into her robes she pulled out a holo-transmitter and placed the item at her feet. The device activated and displayed a crisp image of the solar system and all its planet. For those with keen eyes they would have noticed all the vessels moving around on screen which would indicate that it was actually a live feed of all that was happening.

 

“Not for one second do I take any one of you for being a fool. I understand that the moment the Triskeli fleet turned up in such a large number there was going to be hostile reactions from the local governments. However, at the same time I would hope that you understand that when we learned that a war was going to threaten our trade routes we had to take immediate action to ensure that all traders, not even just our own, would be safe from the danger of being attacked by warring nations. To say that we failed in that would be a lie, the only ship lost thus far was when one of you thought charging one of the warships in the blockade would be a good idea. Naturally the fleet responded in an offensive mannerâ€. She paced up and down through the hologram speaking as she went without missing a beat.

 

Turning to face the UMS representatives “My close friends, I do believe that there is a solution to this that steps down the Triskeli presence all while not compromising security† she walked towards the planets currently occupied by her UMS allies.

 

“Currently we have forces on Mecury, Venus, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Mars. I would suggest that FTLI be expanded to cover the whole system. At the same time, there would be a huge highway which ships can pass at FTL speeds. However, each planet will have an exit and those who are responsible for the planet can either keep their FTLI up in which the ship will merely crash into the FTLI and be destroyed. This would entirely be up to those who control the planet in how they handle ships coming off of the highway.

 

The Triskeli fleet would cut their contribution down from 100,000 vessels down to 5,000 with a space station to suppor the fleet being installed above the planet. I believe that this would be a fair comprise from our end, though we understand any frustration this may bring. I do have one point I am not willing to negotiate on and that is our allies, the Kressnians should be in charge of controlling all space travel in Orbis central. They may not have the pure fleet numbers but their ethos is in line with the preservation of the system and would pose no threat to Orbis itself.

 

This would mean that our allies, the Pords would have complete control of the space around Uranus and Neptune. If they feel they do not want a certain ship using FTL to reach those planets that is their will and will be respected. This would extend to the Mri in reference Mercury and Venus. I feel that this solution is the fairest and simplest way to compromise the situation at hand. No ship will be stopped unless those who control the sector demand it be so.

I thank you all for your time. I give the floor to our allies to discussâ€. Elizabeth leaves the hologram of the system up as she retakes her seat with her entourage

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nam-Kalzhak nods to the Grand Seeker: We appreciate your arrival here, he says with a glance out across the room. The various Force users present, should they lock eyes with him, would notice a deep seated hatred boiling in the depths of his eyes. Like most of the officers in Admiral Klovnazh Kazhanye's Nalydian 1st Fleet "Arbiters of Winter,"  nam-Kalzhak's disgust has its roots in the Caedis Wars. Klovnazh, then Wolfgang, was the first Pord to bring the conflict to the Sith, and he oversaw the final destruction of the Dark Lord's fleet before the Franks finally captured him. Caedis' head - on display in Tnem-Fragg - still draws officers who retain their hatred. But none of this would be easy to sense, even if the Mri were not present; Pords are devoid of the Force and exist outside of its... Reach. He pans back; Elizabeth has spoken and needs to be addressed:   

 

Thank you for addressing this matter without hesitation, Empress, Admiral nam-Kalzhak says. Naturally it is in our best interest to see this blockade, as it is currently implemented, reduced in scale considerably. You must understand that we do not take kindly to attempts at warping causality, and if the blockade in its current iteration is unwilling to deal with, or perhaps is genuinely unable to cope with temporal manipulation, then it must be amended. Of course as our allies we do understand your concerns.

 

He stops for a brief moment to collect his thoughts before continuing:

 

Currently, it looks as if the Mri are in the best position to establish a system-wide FTLi field. Tlaloc 22, above Orbis Prime, is centrally located and more than capable of giving even coverage. With this said, multinational FTLi is much more impartial and so we can and will assist in maintaining such fields. We have no real desire nor impetus to establish an FTL corridor through to Uranus, or Neptune, however. Nalydya survives with blanket FTLi up on a non-stop daily basis. This much smaller system can survive with the same.

 

Again he stops to gather his thoughts; he takes a drink from a large jug and swallows audibly before moving on:

 

I would like to suggest increasing the jurisdiction of the KSDF to include that of Orbis IV, he says. He turns to Danica. It only makes sense that as a member-state of the UMS Kressnia be given the privilege of overseeing the same number of worlds in this system as Nalydya and the Mri, he states. He then turns to the Brotherhood representative: Likewise, Orbis V and Orbis VI should fall under Brotherhood jurisdiction as well. I imagine this should not pose too much of a problem - the Brotherhood are already overseeing Orbis VI. Silence emanates from his form once more as he reaches for his drink; the thick liquid slides down his throat and contributes well to his fortification. Orbis I and Orbis II are under Mri jurisdiction. Orbis III and Orbis IV will fall under Kressnia. Orbis V and Orbis VI will fall under the Brotherhood, and Orbis VII and Orbis VIII are Pordish.

 

He looks at the other UMS representatives one by one: We have no further issue with the Triskeli proposition, he says.

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-snip-

 

I would like to suggest increasing the jurisdiction of the KSDF to include that of Orbis IV, he says. He turns to Danica. It only makes sense that as a member-state of the UMS Kressnia be given the privilege of overseeing the same number of worlds in this system as Nalydya and the Mri, he states. He then turns to the Brotherhood representative: Likewise, Orbis V and Orbis VI should fall under Brotherhood jurisdiction as well. I imagine this should not pose too much of a problem - the Brotherhood are already overseeing Orbis VI. Silence emanates from his form once more as he reaches for his drink; the thick liquid slides down his throat and contributes well to his fortification. Orbis I and Orbis II are under Mri jurisdiction. Orbis III and Orbis IV will fall under Kressnia. Orbis V and Orbis VI will fall under the Brotherhood, and Orbis VII and Orbis VIII are Pordish.

 

He looks at the other UMS representatives one by one: We have no further issue with the Triskeli proposition, he says.

 

Had people been observing Go'lonthv, they might have noticed that the tips of his eyestalks were spinning.

 

Jupiter!  Jupiter itself would fall under the Brotherhood's purview.  In FS-143 'verse that version of Sol system was being thoroughly strip-mined:  Neptune was becoming visibly smaller every day, and the resources of that system were being redirected towards what the local Earthling government called "The Glory of Ubuntu."  Details on that project required a high security clearance, something Go'lonthv wasn't privy to.

 

But here, here!  They could take that gaseous, orange world and drain it for the glory of the Republic.  All that Helium-3...  All those fun gases...  Such wealth!

 

...  No.  The local lifeforms would surely revolt.  No doubt they'd fire countless ICBMs at ISIS' Lovely Smile or, worse, Melvin's Maw itself.

 

Never had he witnessed civilizations who would gleefully murder civilians and set entire population centers ablaze.  Such tragedies tended to be those of last resort, of the utter need to crush one's foe so that they could never threaten one again.  Yet the "people" of Orbis would slaughter the helpless with eager glee just for some hydrocarbons, certain rocks, and tree bark.

 

And yet!  They could just secure their claims to both worlds.  Force the locals to pay a toll if they wished to visit Jupiter or Vex's fuel station around Saturn.  And while maintaining their operations on Saturn, perhaps something else could be done to Jupiter...  Or around it...  Io was certainly of interest if it resembled the Io's of FS-143 and SC-614.

 

Yes, that seemed to be a better option.

 

"The Brotherhood would be honored to watch over Saturn and Jupiter.  We are certain that the locals on Orbis III are unable to tap into the vast stores of Helium-3 and Argon which they might find useful.  We could easily mine those resources, and specifically sell the latter to them for a marginal fee."

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Danica pursed her lips, furrowing her brow and frowning in thought at the Triskeli Empress' proposal. In all honesty, if it were up to her and her alone there would be freedom of movement throughout the entire system. But it was not up to her alone, and Kressnia, though its standing within the UMS had improved since joining the Pords, Triskeli, the Brotherhood, the Maya, and the Mri (who were actually not part of the UMS, but they might as well have been, as they were an incredibly powerful and influential ally) in coming to PW-1 and colonizing part of Orbis, was nowhere near capable of enforcing any mandates of its own yet even if the set-up for the UMS allowed for such a thing to occur.

But it was the end of Elizabeth's speech that caused Danica to visibly look shocked; in fact, she was quite speechless. She wanted Kressnia to oversee the space around Orbis proper?!

She had scarcely gotten past that when Admiral nam-Kalzhak suggested extending the Kressnian Self Defense Force's naval presence to Mars as well, which utterly floored her, but she could see it working for a reason nam-Kalzhak did not mention: Kressnia had no presence on Mars, and thus had no reason to show any sort of bias. Still, though...

She waited until things had quieted down before deciding to chip into the discussion herself, standing from her seat and taking the floor.

"Esteemed allies... Honored guests," she said, looking from the UMS representatives to the Orbisian observers. "I feel it is my duty to remind all in attendance that while we in the Union of Multiversal States came to this universe and were drawn to the Orbis system like flies to honey for various reasons... As the fact that there are observers here shows, we are not the only polities in this system, this galaxy, or even the wider universe. Our presence here, and the strong-arming of various members of our alliance, has threatened war and loss of life repeatedly since we arrived to stake our claims."

She paused, and looked around again, before continuing. "I feel we in the UMS must ask ourselves: Why do we, who have the capability to cross universal barriers with contemptuous ease, terraform entire planets as if it is routine, and field fleets in the hundreds of thousands or more, and deploy armies of hundreds of millions or more, in order to pacify parts of a system that most of us don't have any particular attachment to, feel the need to impose our wills upon these people? I assume to the Triskeli, the answer is 'Because we must protect our interests, and they cannot stop us from doing so'. To the Pords I assume the answer is 'We are just claiming what they have no desire or ability to claim, because the areas we claim are good for us to live in'. It appears the Brotherhood's answer is 'Because we can obtain wealth from that which is unclaimed'. But to the Republic of Kressnia, the answer is: 'We don't want to enforce our will on anyone. We want to help and befriend those here'."

Another pause, and she looked to the observers, most specifically the French and Hungadadians.

"It is my belief that the nations of Orbis who have decided to come here have just as much right to determine what becomes of this system they live in as we do, and it isn't because of any sort of military might. It is because this was their home before we came in and upset their stability, and because allowing them a say is simply the right thing to do, as the people here may not be up to the standards of some of us in terms of force or technology, but they are not brutes, or dumb animals, or children needing a parent to watch over them for their own good. If this decision were up to me alone, there would be no blockades, no individual nations controlling entire planets, no Faster-Than-Light-Interdiction restricting how quickly one can get around this system, at least in times of peace; FTLi, while it can seem obstructive, is incredibly useful in war.

"But it is not up to me alone. At the end of the day, all I can do when the UMS makes a decision together is to go along with that decision. But I promise you this, nations of Orbis: The Republic of Kressnia bears no ill will toward any of those here, or those back on Orbis. I will only allow my nation's navy to oversee the space around Orbis, and potentially Mars, if you will allow it in the end, and will not force it upon you, if the decision reached by the UMS causes tension, though I do still have to go through with it at the outset. And I tell you this because my people are descended from colonists that came from their own version of Orbis-- this is why we came to you and settled in the Balkans specifically, and why we used diplomacy to allow our colonization to occur, instead of warfare; the Balkan natives on the whole seem quite happy to be a part of my nation now, though they were initially distrustful. I cannot speak for the UMS as a whole, but all Kressnia wants is peace and prosperity. For ourselves, our allies, and yourselves. We will not use FTLi to restrict the speeds of incoming and outgoing ships coming to Orbis unless there is warfare, and if any of your nations object to this, and wish to cooperate with us in a joint venture, I am completely open to that idea. We may have people who call this new place their home... But it is still your home too. Thank you."

With that, she sat down, cleared her throat slightly, and waited.

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"No! I must kill the Karlings" he shouted
The dynasty tree said "No, John. You are the Karlings"
And then John was a cadet branch.

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Secretary Jean-Jacquel was quite dumbfounded, and in awe of the speech made by the Kressnian Supreme Leader; while she had an idea that this woman could have been an ally after mediating a peaceful settlement between the Toninans and Chernigovians, she hadn't expected something so heartfelt. She quickly brushed her hair aside, and told Emperor Cenna that she would return to their cheerful discussion later. She slowly stood and walked to the center of the room, her heels clicking on the icy floor. The locals seemed to look at her with disapproval, unease, or no emotions whatsoever. But that didn't matter. She had something to say.

 

"Esteemed allies, and new friends," she began, her voice cordial. "This hall is filled with wise, compassionate, friendly, and fruitful people. Several of you run nations whose own existence shadow the fabric of time and reality, perhaps before humanity existed. You have seen the flaws and issues that the human race has, no doubt. You have also seen greatness in Humanity. We understand that in your views, you may feel superior, and wiser than we. If this is the case, then you would know that when humanity is backed into a corner, and the world may be ending, we all unite under a single banner. Humans will always hope, and dream. And we always see the bright future, and will always rally together against a common enemy."

 

Looking towards the delegates, she paused for a moment and continued.

 

In light what I just said, we must ask ourselves, how long will we allow this animosity and conflict to continue? Such pettiness and shortsightedness is part of our flaws, our failings as people. Yet it is those very flaws of humanity, that which we can overcome, that make us the better people the next day. As a mother, I implore to all of you for us to work together. Do we want a world for our children where we are locked in an inter-galactic-- inter-universal-- war? How can we accept these conflicts to continue with the knowledge that they could affect our descendants so badly? The very reason this blockade was enforced was to end the violence that my Empress' predecessor started. Can we really let misunderstandings blow up into full-scale war now? Surely we can do better!"

 

She slowly removed her glasses, looking to everyone in turn.

 

"Without a doubt, Her Majesty, Empress Wolfie the Great, took a hardline approach against the UMS after they first arrived. With all due respect to the deceased, the new Empress, Elizabeth Solis, looks toward establishing friendly relations with the UMS as a whole. This is the main reason I was sent, to make sure France and the UMS can coexist peacefully.

 

"As such, whilst we are not a member of the UMS, back-channeling and talking with other UMS nations has allowed us a common goal. And so, on behalf of the Impérial Empire du France, I propose a multinational task-force to handle the policing of vital trade routes, in order to discourage piracy and needless violence. Emperor Louis IX has already agreed to commit troops and ships to partake in this proposed task-force, if it is agreeable to those present. Merci pour votre temps."

 

Bowing her head and putting her glasses back on, Jean-Jacquel moved back to sit with Cenna, crossing her legs primly as silence came over the room yet again.

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Go'lonthv's eyestalks shifted slightly, and he slowly rose to address the assembly once again.

 

"Madame..."  He turned to face Danica.  "You are a noble soul.  One of strong moral convictions and integrity.  It is good to see sapient beings of such high moral caliber.  And yet we face a crossroads.

 

"Secretary Jean-Jacquel acknowledges that she stands before several civilizations of greater technological capabilities.  It was a rather eloquent speech, and yet both of these statements seem to ignore the gravity of the situation.

 

"As beings possessing more advanced technology, are we not obligated to shepherd those who are incapable of reaching out and grabbing the fruits of the void?  As both the previous speakers have acknowledged, we of the UMS did not come here to outright conquer the native populations.  Had we done so this meeting would not exist.  We came here to establish a presence of our own.  Yes, no doubt such a presence is devastating to those who never knew that sapience lurked outside their stars.  I understand that the civilizations here who are capable of interstellar travel still have some genetic and cultural similarities, as well as long-term ties, to the local peoples of the region.  The natives of Orbis have, until this recent chain of events, never encountered truly alien civilizations on this scale before.  Perhaps it is traumatizing.  Perhaps it is not surprising to react with fear or uncertainty.

 

"But the void is not kind.  I for one consider it a duty to assist those civilizations who have not achieved the same technological feats in preparing themselves for the hostility and terror this void can bring.  We can speak of unity, of cooperation, of friendship but it is an unfortunate fact that generosity is rarely devoid of expectation.  So far, I do not see how many of the nations of Orbis can meet those expectations.

 

"In our travels here, we have seen the burning of population centers and the wanton slaughter of thousands if not millions of intelligent beings without any clear expression of remorse or even hesitation.  Entire cities burn and the torchbearers laugh with glee as though they are playing a game.  Well, my people cannot stand lightly, throw up our appendages and act as though we should treat such murderers as equals.  But we are not bloodthirsty in turn; we have not deployed a fleet to help free those tormented souls.  And no matter how I wish it, we will not do so without provocation.

 

"In the face of that, one says that we should not claim custodianship of the other worlds of the system.  We should not strong-arm our presence here and disrupt the lives of the natives any further.  I agree that, outside of any of our settlers who currently live in homes on the surface of Orbis itself and the other colonies in the Orbis system, we should not take that which is claimed by the native peoples.  I agree that, as much as possible, we should keep our appendages away from the internal politics of Orbis even as we watch those cities burn.  It would be wrong to force them to change by force.  And yet, since the UMS has secured positions on the other worlds, should we immediately step aside and give the torchbearers the chance to take those worlds and one day use the resources on them to continue their darkness?...

 

"I refuse that answer.

 

"The Brotherhood will not withdraw from our colonies on Orbis III and Orbis IV.  Our fuel refinery in Orbis VI's orbit stays.  Perhaps it is out of turn to lay claims on all the worlds in this system, but I believe that all UMS members have the duty to stay and act against any horrors that may befall this star system.  We must stand ready.  As stated before, we would be honored to help mine Orbis V and extract resources that may be of use to the native peoples, but I understand if that offer is unreasonable.

 

"Perhaps our presence here will disrupt the indigenous peoples of Orbis III, but it is a necessary inconvenience.  On a lighter note, we can handle anything from asteroids threatening to strike that blue world, to even greater terrors who might want much more than just gasses, organic materials, and minerals."

 

He paused, then, and added:

 

"The joint task-force is a fair compromise, though I fear that it is the UMS who will become the dominant party.  The possibility of conflict between the components of this task force is bound to occur.  We may need to create a standardized militia of some sort for that purpose."

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