"Your honor, my client is hardly a flight risk. He is well aware of the international extradition procedures and recognizes that not only would flight be futile, it would most surely make him appear guilty when in fact he is innocent of any crime. He is willing to work with the system as long as he has faith in it. The defense understands the security risk the state believes this man poses. We merely ask the court to understand that this innocent man deserves at least the freedom to keep in contact with his loved ones during these proceedings."Alyrium Denryle wrote:"He is a non-citizen, charged with espionage, most definently a flight risk, we request he be remanded without bail"
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The meeting place was an abandoned warehouse, as was standard for this sort of deal. There was space aplenty and a lack of any lawful supervision. Alexander sat in a folding plastic chair placed in the center of the structure, briefcase at his side. It was nearly pitch black in the building, but no one in his party was any the worse for it.
A panel groundtruck pulled in through the main entrance, its halogen lights casting a line of brightness through the middle of the warehouse. It finally settled on Alexander and pulled up to him. Three men dismounted.
In the center was a jittery official who was, for the moment, a major player in the Minmatar intelligence services. The government wasn't certain that he had participated in the failed coup, but it was only a matter of time before they got their facts in order.
Alexander began the meeting, "You weren't followed."
"Of course not," the beetle-like traitor said with injured pride.
The other two men were the sort of lithe human being that screamed 'killer' in a way that intimidated other humans but had no effect whatsoever on a vampire. A tiger did not fear a housecat, no matter how many rats it had eaten.
"The uniforms and weapons are in the truck?" Alexander asked. It was a formality to be observed.
"Yes."
"And the I.D.?"
"My money?"
Alexander gave the briefcase a sharp shove and it slid the twenty feet across the floor. One of the killers stooped to pick it up and opened it. He flipped one stack of bills out to ensure that they were all in order, and quickly counted it.
"It's enough," he announced.
The man pulled a manila envelope from his pocket and tossed it to Alexander. The vampire inspected the contents and nodded.
"Thank God," the official said, "I'm going to get far away from this damn place."
Alexander nodded. "Yes. Yes you are."
One of the killers pulled a comm from his belt to summon a car to pick them up. He got only static in reply. He and his comrade quickly drew their submachineguns from within their coats and pointed them at Alexander.
"What the Hell is this?" the official squealed, terror in his voice.
"We're helping you on your way," Alexander explained.
The official stuttered, "K-kill him!"
The guards didn't even have time to slip their safeties off before two neat shots from a silenced pistol turned both of their heads into craters. They slumped to the floor. Alexander finally rose from his chair and levelled his gaze at the official; the man froze in terror as the duke advanced on him.
"Your wife was waiting at the airport, yes?" Alexander asked, "she was most delicious. It was foolish of you to make this deal on the same day you made arrangements to flee, it will be all to easy for Spyder to believe that you merely disappeared into another nation."
"G-g-g-guh..." the man gibbered in fear.
"God save you?" the vampire asked coldly, "not this time."
He formed his right hand into a claw and thrust it through the man's sternum in a splintering of bone and flesh. He gripped the heart and crushed it. A superfluous gesture, but amusing. With his fingertips he pushed the corpse away and let it fall to the floor. Ichor dripped from Alexander's fingers, and he stooped to press his hand onto the concrete. The imprint of a red hand stood out on the floor.
He stood upright again and licked a stray stream of fluid off of his forearm. He wrinkled his nose. It tasted like a foul traitor's blood. He willed the remainder of it to be absorbed through his pores and his hand was clean again.
Alexander glanced into the darkness at the half-dozen dhampir standing watch. "Put them in their truck and dispose of it all."
The other six dhampir were rapidly unloading all of the weapons and uniforms from the "dirty" truck into another. Alexander climbed into the passenger seat to wait. The various bodies would be crushed into a very small cube within the truck and laid to rest in a very large salvage yard. It was an inelegant method of disposal but a time-honored one.
The meeting place was an abandoned warehouse, as was standard for this sort of deal. There was space aplenty and a lack of any lawful supervision. Alexander sat in a folding plastic chair placed in the center of the structure, briefcase at his side. It was nearly pitch black in the building, but no one in his party was any the worse for it.
A panel groundtruck pulled in through the main entrance, its halogen lights casting a line of brightness through the middle of the warehouse. It finally settled on Alexander and pulled up to him. Three men dismounted.
In the center was a jittery official who was, for the moment, a major player in the Minmatar intelligence services. The government wasn't certain that he had participated in the failed coup, but it was only a matter of time before they got their facts in order.
Alexander began the meeting, "You weren't followed."
"Of course not," the beetle-like traitor said with injured pride.
The other two men were the sort of lithe human being that screamed 'killer' in a way that intimidated other humans but had no effect whatsoever on a vampire. A tiger did not fear a housecat, no matter how many rats it had eaten.
"The uniforms and weapons are in the truck?" Alexander asked. It was a formality to be observed.
"Yes."
"And the I.D.?"
"My money?"
Alexander gave the briefcase a sharp shove and it slid the twenty feet across the floor. One of the killers stooped to pick it up and opened it. He flipped one stack of bills out to ensure that they were all in order, and quickly counted it.
"It's enough," he announced.
The man pulled a manila envelope from his pocket and tossed it to Alexander. The vampire inspected the contents and nodded.
"Thank God," the official said, "I'm going to get far away from this damn place."
Alexander nodded. "Yes. Yes you are."
One of the killers pulled a comm from his belt to summon a car to pick them up. He got only static in reply. He and his comrade quickly drew their submachineguns from within their coats and pointed them at Alexander.
"What the Hell is this?" the official squealed, terror in his voice.
"We're helping you on your way," Alexander explained.
The official stuttered, "K-kill him!"
The guards didn't even have time to slip their safeties off before two neat shots from a silenced pistol turned both of their heads into craters. They slumped to the floor. Alexander finally rose from his chair and levelled his gaze at the official; the man froze in terror as the duke advanced on him.
"Your wife was waiting at the airport, yes?" Alexander asked, "she was most delicious. It was foolish of you to make this deal on the same day you made arrangements to flee, it will be all to easy for Spyder to believe that you merely disappeared into another nation."
"G-g-g-guh..." the man gibbered in fear.
"God save you?" the vampire asked coldly, "not this time."
He formed his right hand into a claw and thrust it through the man's sternum in a splintering of bone and flesh. He gripped the heart and crushed it. A superfluous gesture, but amusing. With his fingertips he pushed the corpse away and let it fall to the floor. Ichor dripped from Alexander's fingers, and he stooped to press his hand onto the concrete. The imprint of a red hand stood out on the floor.
He stood upright again and licked a stray stream of fluid off of his forearm. He wrinkled his nose. It tasted like a foul traitor's blood. He willed the remainder of it to be absorbed through his pores and his hand was clean again.
Alexander glanced into the darkness at the half-dozen dhampir standing watch. "Put them in their truck and dispose of it all."
The other six dhampir were rapidly unloading all of the weapons and uniforms from the "dirty" truck into another. Alexander climbed into the passenger seat to wait. The various bodies would be crushed into a very small cube within the truck and laid to rest in a very large salvage yard. It was an inelegant method of disposal but a time-honored one.
"I am gravely disappointed. Again you have made me unleash my dogs of war."
--The Lord Humungus
Another long day in Ravenlock space. Faran Tor was getting more and more irritated with the Ravenlock bureaucracy. They weren't willing to allow a blanket contract, they insisted on licensing Krell goods product by product. It was a smart move, Faran had to admit, and made for a lot of interesting negotiation, but it had prolonged his stay.
A knock came at the door. Faran almost groaned out loud when a Ravenlock agent came through the door. Not another one! It was nearly midnight, he had expected some time for sleep. Was there any time these businessmen were not negotiating? He expected they slept in shifts so there was always someone awake to harass him.
"Faran Tor? Delen Hallis, intelligence. I understand you are a Krell information broker?" The introduction took Faran by surprise. Not more negotiation on Krell licensing, but rather a new contract altogether. Information? Interesting.
"Well, Mr. Hallis, Im a bit more than an information broker, but yes, I am in a position to sell all kinds of intelligence that the Combine has access to. For a good price, of course."
"Excellent. Well then, Mr. Tor, allow me to get down to business. I am tired, and I believe you are, too. I understand that the Combine recently conquered some worlds in the Sparta system of the former Krynor Empire."
"We did not conquer anyone. The worlds lacked protection after the destruction of their fleets, and they asked the Combine for their protection. It was hardly a conquest."
Hallis gave a knowing grin. "Very well then. They accepted Combine protection. Nonetheless, you still have access to those worlds, Sparta 5 and Sparta 6?"
"Aries and Minerva, I believe, if I read the memo right." It was all rediculous political posturing, and Faran hated himself for participating in it, but at the same time he was happy to trip up the man in front of him, if only a little bit. It was childish and spiteful, but he was pissed at losing sleep over this guy.
To his credit, Hallis just blinked away Faran's corrections and continued. "We wish to purchase information that you must have obtained from the records in the Krynori governemnt archives."
"Hold on there. How do you know we have anything? Minerva and Aries were hardly the capital worlds of the Krynori."
Hallis gave another annoying grin. "Please, Mr. Tor. I give you all the credit you are due, now give me some. I know you have something, and I want it. More to the point, I want any information you have on the Krynori operations in CoG territory."
"Why ask me? Anyone can tell you the Krynori were there. They botched up a series of intelligence ops so bad that any grade-schooler in your nation could tell you what they did. What do you need from us?"
"We want exact figures of the amount of personnel and capital expended on the CoG operations. We have been doing some hard research on the cost of operations done in CoG territories at that time, and we want to see if the numbers match."
"You suspect another force was operating in CoG territory at the time? Interesting. Well, Mr. Hallis, I think we may have what you are looking for. And if the price is right, it could be that we have already done the number-crunching you are talking about."
Hallis looked eager. "You can give a reliable estimate as to how much was contributed to the CoG effort from sources outside the Krynor?"
"Two things. First, a standard intelligence gathering fee. This is big stuff we are looking at here. It's gonna cost you 8 million."
"8 million?" Surprise was evident on Hallis's face, but Faran Tor was in no mood to negotiate. He had been doing that for the last two weeks, and he would be damned if this bastard made him stay up late doing it some more. It was bedtime.
"8 million. Flat. Non-negotiable. Meaning if you try to lower that you walk out of this room and you get nothing. Now, that will get you the numbers you want. To get the analysis as well, you owe me something more."
"What would that be, exactly? Another 8 million?"
"Nope. I just want you to get some strings pulled and wrap up these negotiations here. Im being stonewalled by minutiae in these negotiations, and Im sick of it. Let me get my work done here, and I'll do your work for you. Got it?"
Hallis hesitated a second, then nodded. Deal. "Good then. I'll send back to the Nexus for a standard contract, which will get transmitted back to me, cc to you. You get it signed, I verify the funds transfer, and your data comes in via secure ansible transmission. If you don't screw around with this, you can have your analysts looking through a full report by tomorrow night. Got it? Good. Now, if you would excuse me, I would like to get to sleep." Hallis hesitated a second more, then nodded again. Wishing Faran a good night, Hallis walked out.
For the first time in weeks, Faran felt good. For once, a negotiation had gone his way. And with the added stipulation that the Ravenlock wrap up the negotiations rapidly, all he had to do was stonewall on his positions and they would have to acquiesce. Out of this deal he had gotten one good contract and the promise of another. It was a good night.
As he sat writing the data request back to the Nexus, he took a moment to wonder. He knew about the gap in funding the Ravenlock man had been talking about. According to the scattered memos found in the Krynori offices, Krynori funds could account for maybe half the operations on the CoG worlds. He had personal suspicions of where the rest of the funding had come from, but that wasn't for sale. That was up to the Ravenlock to see what they made of the data.
The transmission was sent. For the first time in a lifetime, Faran Tor slept well.
A knock came at the door. Faran almost groaned out loud when a Ravenlock agent came through the door. Not another one! It was nearly midnight, he had expected some time for sleep. Was there any time these businessmen were not negotiating? He expected they slept in shifts so there was always someone awake to harass him.
"Faran Tor? Delen Hallis, intelligence. I understand you are a Krell information broker?" The introduction took Faran by surprise. Not more negotiation on Krell licensing, but rather a new contract altogether. Information? Interesting.
"Well, Mr. Hallis, Im a bit more than an information broker, but yes, I am in a position to sell all kinds of intelligence that the Combine has access to. For a good price, of course."
"Excellent. Well then, Mr. Tor, allow me to get down to business. I am tired, and I believe you are, too. I understand that the Combine recently conquered some worlds in the Sparta system of the former Krynor Empire."
"We did not conquer anyone. The worlds lacked protection after the destruction of their fleets, and they asked the Combine for their protection. It was hardly a conquest."
Hallis gave a knowing grin. "Very well then. They accepted Combine protection. Nonetheless, you still have access to those worlds, Sparta 5 and Sparta 6?"
"Aries and Minerva, I believe, if I read the memo right." It was all rediculous political posturing, and Faran hated himself for participating in it, but at the same time he was happy to trip up the man in front of him, if only a little bit. It was childish and spiteful, but he was pissed at losing sleep over this guy.
To his credit, Hallis just blinked away Faran's corrections and continued. "We wish to purchase information that you must have obtained from the records in the Krynori governemnt archives."
"Hold on there. How do you know we have anything? Minerva and Aries were hardly the capital worlds of the Krynori."
Hallis gave another annoying grin. "Please, Mr. Tor. I give you all the credit you are due, now give me some. I know you have something, and I want it. More to the point, I want any information you have on the Krynori operations in CoG territory."
"Why ask me? Anyone can tell you the Krynori were there. They botched up a series of intelligence ops so bad that any grade-schooler in your nation could tell you what they did. What do you need from us?"
"We want exact figures of the amount of personnel and capital expended on the CoG operations. We have been doing some hard research on the cost of operations done in CoG territories at that time, and we want to see if the numbers match."
"You suspect another force was operating in CoG territory at the time? Interesting. Well, Mr. Hallis, I think we may have what you are looking for. And if the price is right, it could be that we have already done the number-crunching you are talking about."
Hallis looked eager. "You can give a reliable estimate as to how much was contributed to the CoG effort from sources outside the Krynor?"
"Two things. First, a standard intelligence gathering fee. This is big stuff we are looking at here. It's gonna cost you 8 million."
"8 million?" Surprise was evident on Hallis's face, but Faran Tor was in no mood to negotiate. He had been doing that for the last two weeks, and he would be damned if this bastard made him stay up late doing it some more. It was bedtime.
"8 million. Flat. Non-negotiable. Meaning if you try to lower that you walk out of this room and you get nothing. Now, that will get you the numbers you want. To get the analysis as well, you owe me something more."
"What would that be, exactly? Another 8 million?"
"Nope. I just want you to get some strings pulled and wrap up these negotiations here. Im being stonewalled by minutiae in these negotiations, and Im sick of it. Let me get my work done here, and I'll do your work for you. Got it?"
Hallis hesitated a second, then nodded. Deal. "Good then. I'll send back to the Nexus for a standard contract, which will get transmitted back to me, cc to you. You get it signed, I verify the funds transfer, and your data comes in via secure ansible transmission. If you don't screw around with this, you can have your analysts looking through a full report by tomorrow night. Got it? Good. Now, if you would excuse me, I would like to get to sleep." Hallis hesitated a second more, then nodded again. Wishing Faran a good night, Hallis walked out.
For the first time in weeks, Faran felt good. For once, a negotiation had gone his way. And with the added stipulation that the Ravenlock wrap up the negotiations rapidly, all he had to do was stonewall on his positions and they would have to acquiesce. Out of this deal he had gotten one good contract and the promise of another. It was a good night.
As he sat writing the data request back to the Nexus, he took a moment to wonder. He knew about the gap in funding the Ravenlock man had been talking about. According to the scattered memos found in the Krynori offices, Krynori funds could account for maybe half the operations on the CoG worlds. He had personal suspicions of where the rest of the funding had come from, but that wasn't for sale. That was up to the Ravenlock to see what they made of the data.
The transmission was sent. For the first time in a lifetime, Faran Tor slept well.
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((OOC: Part one of a multiple part catch-up post, more to come after I catch up on some sleep))
Ark Sector
Alpha Fleet
In any other navy, save the Gladsheim, the loss of over one hundred ship crewmen would be an event to be mourned. Before the advent of the Soulcatcher system, families would grieve, compensation packages would be sent, and the news broadcasts would be solemn. Now, the only ones mourning were the accountants, who could see the money slipping away.
Ensign Smythe awoke with a calm look on his face. The last thing he remembered was reporting for his regular backup and going into stasis for the recording process. His first instinct was to check a chronometer. He looked at the table next to the stasis pod to find none of his personal effects. The first emotion to hit him was shock. Maybe someone was playing a prank on him. Then his vision cleared, and he looked around the room. Dozens of other faces joined in this activity, all in similar states of disarray. Whoever was responsible for this little joke would probably be spending a lot of time in KP once the group commander found out who was responsible.
Then a holo-projector flickered to life near the center of the room. It was Fleet Admiral Radim.
“I wish I could be there folks, but I have other matters to attend to that are taking up more of my time than I would like, and for those very same reasons, I’ll be brief. You have all died in combat, and as a result your backups have been activated. As per standard operating procedure, the combat logs of the engagement have been reviewed and you will be informed of any shortcomings there may have been in the battle on anyone’s part. Frankly, I’ve seen the logs, and I think you all did a hell of a job out there despite the conditions, so there’s no reason to get too worked up about it. After the review, you will be temporarily transferred to new ships until repairs and replacements can be made. Some of you may be transferred to Delta fleet to act as advisors to help orient some of our newer recruits. That is all.”
Ensign Smythe took several minutes to soak it all in. He had never really died before, and really, he still hadn’t. He felt strange, it was as if he had lost a part of himself. He kept waiting for someone to come by and say it was just a joke, nobody had died, and everything was cool. Finally, a woman came up to him and smiled.
“First time, huh?”
“Wha-how did you know?”
“You look like you’re in an airlock without a vacsuit. Happens all the time.”
“So…you’ve died before?”
“I’ve lost a few fights, yeah. Bugged the hell out of me the first time though. Kept feeling like I was missing something. Like I was less of a person coming out somehow.”
“And?”
“And it goes away after a few days, depending on how long it’s been since your backup. Once you start going past the point you died, relative to your new body, everything starts feeling better. It’s about then the realization hits you that, if not for this, you’d be dead. You wouldn’t be able to feel anything new, experience anything new, or anything. You’d just be dead. Void. Nothing.”
“I guess.”
“Trust me. Hey, better yet, call me in a week. I’ll prove it to you. I’m Carla Harris.”
“Robert Smythe. I’ll do that,” the Ensign smiled, even if it was a hollow effort. He had a lot of catching up to do in a week, and he doubted that he’d be up for anything when it was over.
***
Admiral Radim looked at the reports generated as a result of the battle and salvage operation. Things were getting weirder and weirder. The ships were all of Krytos design, but the Krytos didn’t make a damn sound about them getting blown to hell. Some of the Intel ops were saying they could be forgeries, all part of an elaborate scheme, but that just sat wrong somehow. The only solid stuff they had was from the interrogations of the agents at the Trade Fair. Scanning the dead brains of the crews aboard the wrecks wouldn’t do a whole hell of a lot, unless the Prime on loan from the Veithans could work some magic he didn’t know about.
The ones who were captured alive from the wrecked ships didn’t talk, and didn’t offer up much new information under scans. The ones who weren’t were collected and shoved into cargo pods for sorting at a later time. The ships themselves, what was left of them, were salvaged for what materials and information they could provide.
In the end, the reports on the situation were sent out quietly to the counter-intelligence agencies of all the powers in known space. Another threat was on the radar, but not very prominently. Any of their agents who showed up would be dealt with as they came, but the Consortium was not overly worried. The Galaxy was a dangerous place by nature, and in the vast repository of dangerous things, this was not yet a major one.
Known Space
Ark Sector
Trade Fair
With the exception of the incidents of rogue agents from a previously unknown power, the trade fair had been a resounding success. Even that small problem had proven to have a silver lining, as various requests for Ravenlock Security systems and training were put forth by parties impressed by the speed and efficiency by which the matter had been handled.
Contracts, deals, diplomatic relations, all had been made by the hundreds at the fair. Smaller powers and larger ones all began doing business, some for the first time since before the Genocide War. The amount of potential profit was incredible just from the regular business deals alone. The Soulcatcher system rentals, however, had added to that profit tremendously. Silent parties and not so silent ones had slobbered over each other to try and procure spaces on the limited rosters. None of the deals had been made public yet, but already interested parties were either booking flights to Consortium space or arranging a “house call” as quickly as they could.
Other important orders were being handled as well, and a small cadre of telepathically gifted individuals had a contract to fulfill in United Protectorate space, along with a throng of Consortium tourists, which would soon be a common sight among all the nations who had been amicable to the Consortium tourism trade.
Given the battle, no actual ship combat demonstrations were given after the fair.
Ark Sector
Alpha Fleet
In any other navy, save the Gladsheim, the loss of over one hundred ship crewmen would be an event to be mourned. Before the advent of the Soulcatcher system, families would grieve, compensation packages would be sent, and the news broadcasts would be solemn. Now, the only ones mourning were the accountants, who could see the money slipping away.
Ensign Smythe awoke with a calm look on his face. The last thing he remembered was reporting for his regular backup and going into stasis for the recording process. His first instinct was to check a chronometer. He looked at the table next to the stasis pod to find none of his personal effects. The first emotion to hit him was shock. Maybe someone was playing a prank on him. Then his vision cleared, and he looked around the room. Dozens of other faces joined in this activity, all in similar states of disarray. Whoever was responsible for this little joke would probably be spending a lot of time in KP once the group commander found out who was responsible.
Then a holo-projector flickered to life near the center of the room. It was Fleet Admiral Radim.
“I wish I could be there folks, but I have other matters to attend to that are taking up more of my time than I would like, and for those very same reasons, I’ll be brief. You have all died in combat, and as a result your backups have been activated. As per standard operating procedure, the combat logs of the engagement have been reviewed and you will be informed of any shortcomings there may have been in the battle on anyone’s part. Frankly, I’ve seen the logs, and I think you all did a hell of a job out there despite the conditions, so there’s no reason to get too worked up about it. After the review, you will be temporarily transferred to new ships until repairs and replacements can be made. Some of you may be transferred to Delta fleet to act as advisors to help orient some of our newer recruits. That is all.”
Ensign Smythe took several minutes to soak it all in. He had never really died before, and really, he still hadn’t. He felt strange, it was as if he had lost a part of himself. He kept waiting for someone to come by and say it was just a joke, nobody had died, and everything was cool. Finally, a woman came up to him and smiled.
“First time, huh?”
“Wha-how did you know?”
“You look like you’re in an airlock without a vacsuit. Happens all the time.”
“So…you’ve died before?”
“I’ve lost a few fights, yeah. Bugged the hell out of me the first time though. Kept feeling like I was missing something. Like I was less of a person coming out somehow.”
“And?”
“And it goes away after a few days, depending on how long it’s been since your backup. Once you start going past the point you died, relative to your new body, everything starts feeling better. It’s about then the realization hits you that, if not for this, you’d be dead. You wouldn’t be able to feel anything new, experience anything new, or anything. You’d just be dead. Void. Nothing.”
“I guess.”
“Trust me. Hey, better yet, call me in a week. I’ll prove it to you. I’m Carla Harris.”
“Robert Smythe. I’ll do that,” the Ensign smiled, even if it was a hollow effort. He had a lot of catching up to do in a week, and he doubted that he’d be up for anything when it was over.
***
Admiral Radim looked at the reports generated as a result of the battle and salvage operation. Things were getting weirder and weirder. The ships were all of Krytos design, but the Krytos didn’t make a damn sound about them getting blown to hell. Some of the Intel ops were saying they could be forgeries, all part of an elaborate scheme, but that just sat wrong somehow. The only solid stuff they had was from the interrogations of the agents at the Trade Fair. Scanning the dead brains of the crews aboard the wrecks wouldn’t do a whole hell of a lot, unless the Prime on loan from the Veithans could work some magic he didn’t know about.
The ones who were captured alive from the wrecked ships didn’t talk, and didn’t offer up much new information under scans. The ones who weren’t were collected and shoved into cargo pods for sorting at a later time. The ships themselves, what was left of them, were salvaged for what materials and information they could provide.
In the end, the reports on the situation were sent out quietly to the counter-intelligence agencies of all the powers in known space. Another threat was on the radar, but not very prominently. Any of their agents who showed up would be dealt with as they came, but the Consortium was not overly worried. The Galaxy was a dangerous place by nature, and in the vast repository of dangerous things, this was not yet a major one.
Known Space
Ark Sector
Trade Fair
With the exception of the incidents of rogue agents from a previously unknown power, the trade fair had been a resounding success. Even that small problem had proven to have a silver lining, as various requests for Ravenlock Security systems and training were put forth by parties impressed by the speed and efficiency by which the matter had been handled.
Contracts, deals, diplomatic relations, all had been made by the hundreds at the fair. Smaller powers and larger ones all began doing business, some for the first time since before the Genocide War. The amount of potential profit was incredible just from the regular business deals alone. The Soulcatcher system rentals, however, had added to that profit tremendously. Silent parties and not so silent ones had slobbered over each other to try and procure spaces on the limited rosters. None of the deals had been made public yet, but already interested parties were either booking flights to Consortium space or arranging a “house call” as quickly as they could.
Other important orders were being handled as well, and a small cadre of telepathically gifted individuals had a contract to fulfill in United Protectorate space, along with a throng of Consortium tourists, which would soon be a common sight among all the nations who had been amicable to the Consortium tourism trade.
Given the battle, no actual ship combat demonstrations were given after the fair.
Do not meddle in the affairs of insomniacs, for they are cranky and can do things to you while you sleep.
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"Every time you talk about Teal'c, I keep imagining Thor's ass. Thank you very much for that, you fucking fucker." -Marcao
SG-14: Because in some cases, "Recon" means "Blow up a fucking planet or die trying."
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Matar
The Mark Class Destoryer Outrider slid into the planet Matar's orbit. After a brief exchange of creditals and navigation information the ambassador shuttle went down.
The Ambassador was accompanied by his 20 man staff (his wife would come in a month or so.) and a singel squad of Marines, 13 men and women in power armor, with rifles that were at the moment unloaded.
The shuttle landed at it's designated landing point.
"Gentlemen I'll go first, this is a diplomatic mission not a hot landing." The Ambassador said.
The Mark Class Destoryer Outrider slid into the planet Matar's orbit. After a brief exchange of creditals and navigation information the ambassador shuttle went down.
The Ambassador was accompanied by his 20 man staff (his wife would come in a month or so.) and a singel squad of Marines, 13 men and women in power armor, with rifles that were at the moment unloaded.
The shuttle landed at it's designated landing point.
"Gentlemen I'll go first, this is a diplomatic mission not a hot landing." The Ambassador said.
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"You know the law, while he is innocent until proven gulty, we cannont have him released on his own recognisance. He is to be held on 300,000 credits bail and will be able to have monitored calls with family, and unmonitored calls and conference with defense council"Bugsby wrote:"Your honor, my client is hardly a flight risk. He is well aware of the international extradition procedures and recognizes that not only would flight be futile, it would most surely make him appear guilty when in fact he is innocent of any crime. He is willing to work with the system as long as he has faith in it. The defense understands the security risk the state believes this man poses. We merely ask the court to understand that this innocent man deserves at least the freedom to keep in contact with his loved ones during these proceedings."Alyrium Denryle wrote:"He is a non-citizen, charged with espionage, most definently a flight risk, we request he be remanded without bail"
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There is Grandeur in the View of Life; it fills me with a Deep Wonder, and Intense Cynicism.
Factio republicanum delenda est
BOTM/Great Dolphin Conspiracy/
Entomology and Evolutionary Biology Subdirector:SD.net Dept. of Biological Sciences
There is Grandeur in the View of Life; it fills me with a Deep Wonder, and Intense Cynicism.
Factio republicanum delenda est
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Spyder
- Sith Marauder
- Posts: 4465
- Joined: 2002-09-03 03:23am
- Location: Wellington, New Zealand
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"We, the board of the HNN will not be frightened off by these terrorists. Nothing will stop us from bringing the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth to the people of our great nation. Minmatar over all!"
Elsewhere... "The Chancellor's ordered tightened security in all areas. New customs controls may take some time to impliment but if there are insurgants in our midst then we must act quickly."
Meanwhile...
"Welcome to Matar Mr Ambassador." A small welcoming commitie had formed to great the ambassador for the United Protectorates. "We have made arrangements for your stay here. We must appologise for the overly large security detatchment, there has been some trouble here lately. We would be delighted to escort you to the embassy complex."
Elsewhere... "The Chancellor's ordered tightened security in all areas. New customs controls may take some time to impliment but if there are insurgants in our midst then we must act quickly."
Meanwhile...
"Welcome to Matar Mr Ambassador." A small welcoming commitie had formed to great the ambassador for the United Protectorates. "We have made arrangements for your stay here. We must appologise for the overly large security detatchment, there has been some trouble here lately. We would be delighted to escort you to the embassy complex."
Nexus
As time had passed, Leego Diama gained confidence in his new friendship with Adar Krell. At first, Krell had been quite intimidating, but now... who was he kidding? The man was still intimidating. But if you spend enough time around something, no matter how dangerous it is, you get used to it. This did not change the fact that, day by day, Adar Krell was an increasingly dangerous man. All the lights were out as Diama came into Krell's office. Krell had taken to keeping the lights out more and more these days. It made for an impressive sight: a large dark office with huge windows looking out on open space. Yet like Krell himself, the idea of stepping into shadow was not just impressive, it was a bit disturbing.
"Yes?" came Krell's question from the darkness.
"Both intelligence and marketing contacted me this morning. They have negotiated an intel exchange deal, one that might be of interest to you."
"I don't care about those kinds of things. Intelligence sharing? Its nothing. Come back to me when you have news on the fleets. Has the contract over Tortuga been approved yet?"
"I beg your pardon, Adar, but I think you will care about this intelligence trade. For one thing, it gets us our agent on Varathrax back."
"Which one? We have many. Oh, him."
"Yes. Talys."
"He was a fool to have been caught. We should have let him hang."
"Be that as it may, we look after our own. And besides, he may have gleaned some information that is useful to us." Krell gave a hard stare and Diama hurried on. "In addition to Talys, we get 14 mil for the trade. Along with the contract we received yesterday from Faran on Corvus, that would mean another 22 in the coffers. That should push us over the top on our latest round of fleet construction. Our funds from the Overseer Salvage Operation weren't quite enough to cover the costs, it seems." Diama allowed himself a smile. Salvage operation? The biggest joke in known space.
Krell nodded. "Very well, sell the information."
"We can't. See, all the information they requested is sealed, your eyes only. It's the BIC op. You would need to release the data to the Combine before we can sell it to the clients."
Krell took a sudden interest. "BIC op? I thought no one would ever contact us about that. I guess the Ousters are a big enough threat now that everyone will be looking for anything that they might have their fingers in. Who are the buyers?"
"Big combine deal. Draconis, of course. They're releasing Talys. UP are the main ones who want the intel. And I hear the Nashtar are providing a good chunk of the cash."
"The main players in the UPA. How unsurprising. Very well. I will give you the information and you can hand it over to the brokers. They will learn what we have to tell them."
"Right. And what about Talys? I have arranged for him to be brought to Combine space immediately for debriefing."
"Hmm. I think not. Even though the Draconis will know we were funding him, for our sake we cannot show a blatant hand in these affairs. This won't be headline news unless we put it there ourselves. The lizards can't afford to tip off the press to this. Whatever they might gain by showing he is in our pay they would lose through the leak of their contract with us. He will wish to return home to Monacora. Let him return, under guard, and reacquire him there."
"I understand. If I may?" Adar nodded, and Diama took his leave.
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Varathrax
The day after the bail hearing, Talys was brought to meet his lawyer. The Draconis jail had been comfortable enough, but it still irked him that he was in jail in the first place. He was not looking forward to another several months of trial. The bail hearing had gone well. Well, it was good enough for a man in his position. He only hoped that the lawyer brought good news. "Hey there. What's the word? Have you found enough people sympathetic to the cause to scrape together my bail?"
"Better. You're free to go. Out-of-court settlement."
"A settlement? On a federal case?"
"What, you want to stay here?"
"No. God, no. It just seems a bit odd."
"It is. Odd as hell. Officially, its a settlement. But I didnt negotiate anything. They just came and told me your free to go. My guess? Politics. But that's just me. If I were you, I'd take it and run. Where are you off to?"
"Back home to Monacora. No offense, but I don't wanna spend another day on this rock."
"I figured as much. There's a civilian shuttle leaving from Varathrax Port in a little over an hour. We have a car waiting to take you there now. I'd suggest you hurry. There's a huge armed escort waiting for you, but if you don't hurry the press is going to join them and things will get nasty."
"Thanks. You know, I would have won this case."
"Probably. We had a good defense. But best not to take chances, right? You're a free man. Get out of here."
-ooc- I know there's more to be done with this, but I gotta go to work. The rest will be covered over another one or two posts.
As time had passed, Leego Diama gained confidence in his new friendship with Adar Krell. At first, Krell had been quite intimidating, but now... who was he kidding? The man was still intimidating. But if you spend enough time around something, no matter how dangerous it is, you get used to it. This did not change the fact that, day by day, Adar Krell was an increasingly dangerous man. All the lights were out as Diama came into Krell's office. Krell had taken to keeping the lights out more and more these days. It made for an impressive sight: a large dark office with huge windows looking out on open space. Yet like Krell himself, the idea of stepping into shadow was not just impressive, it was a bit disturbing.
"Yes?" came Krell's question from the darkness.
"Both intelligence and marketing contacted me this morning. They have negotiated an intel exchange deal, one that might be of interest to you."
"I don't care about those kinds of things. Intelligence sharing? Its nothing. Come back to me when you have news on the fleets. Has the contract over Tortuga been approved yet?"
"I beg your pardon, Adar, but I think you will care about this intelligence trade. For one thing, it gets us our agent on Varathrax back."
"Which one? We have many. Oh, him."
"Yes. Talys."
"He was a fool to have been caught. We should have let him hang."
"Be that as it may, we look after our own. And besides, he may have gleaned some information that is useful to us." Krell gave a hard stare and Diama hurried on. "In addition to Talys, we get 14 mil for the trade. Along with the contract we received yesterday from Faran on Corvus, that would mean another 22 in the coffers. That should push us over the top on our latest round of fleet construction. Our funds from the Overseer Salvage Operation weren't quite enough to cover the costs, it seems." Diama allowed himself a smile. Salvage operation? The biggest joke in known space.
Krell nodded. "Very well, sell the information."
"We can't. See, all the information they requested is sealed, your eyes only. It's the BIC op. You would need to release the data to the Combine before we can sell it to the clients."
Krell took a sudden interest. "BIC op? I thought no one would ever contact us about that. I guess the Ousters are a big enough threat now that everyone will be looking for anything that they might have their fingers in. Who are the buyers?"
"Big combine deal. Draconis, of course. They're releasing Talys. UP are the main ones who want the intel. And I hear the Nashtar are providing a good chunk of the cash."
"The main players in the UPA. How unsurprising. Very well. I will give you the information and you can hand it over to the brokers. They will learn what we have to tell them."
"Right. And what about Talys? I have arranged for him to be brought to Combine space immediately for debriefing."
"Hmm. I think not. Even though the Draconis will know we were funding him, for our sake we cannot show a blatant hand in these affairs. This won't be headline news unless we put it there ourselves. The lizards can't afford to tip off the press to this. Whatever they might gain by showing he is in our pay they would lose through the leak of their contract with us. He will wish to return home to Monacora. Let him return, under guard, and reacquire him there."
"I understand. If I may?" Adar nodded, and Diama took his leave.
_____________________________________________________________
Varathrax
The day after the bail hearing, Talys was brought to meet his lawyer. The Draconis jail had been comfortable enough, but it still irked him that he was in jail in the first place. He was not looking forward to another several months of trial. The bail hearing had gone well. Well, it was good enough for a man in his position. He only hoped that the lawyer brought good news. "Hey there. What's the word? Have you found enough people sympathetic to the cause to scrape together my bail?"
"Better. You're free to go. Out-of-court settlement."
"A settlement? On a federal case?"
"What, you want to stay here?"
"No. God, no. It just seems a bit odd."
"It is. Odd as hell. Officially, its a settlement. But I didnt negotiate anything. They just came and told me your free to go. My guess? Politics. But that's just me. If I were you, I'd take it and run. Where are you off to?"
"Back home to Monacora. No offense, but I don't wanna spend another day on this rock."
"I figured as much. There's a civilian shuttle leaving from Varathrax Port in a little over an hour. We have a car waiting to take you there now. I'd suggest you hurry. There's a huge armed escort waiting for you, but if you don't hurry the press is going to join them and things will get nasty."
"Thanks. You know, I would have won this case."
"Probably. We had a good defense. But best not to take chances, right? You're a free man. Get out of here."
-ooc- I know there's more to be done with this, but I gotta go to work. The rest will be covered over another one or two posts.
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((OOC: Part two, the biggest part overall...enjoy!))
Ravenlock Sector
Aequitas
Security Summit
“So as you can see, DNA-based security overcomes most of the problems involved with Dra’kol citizens. There are still the telepathic concerns, but those are more problems for us than your people I would imagine,” Tsu Chan glanced at the Veithan security staff to catch a short nod from their primary spokesman.
“True, but nonetheless we are not all as powerfully gifted as it might seem. While none of the Dra’kol seem to have anything near the level of potency our own people can achieve, their strongest minds are more than a match for our weaker ones, and their techniques are in many cases unique to their species.”
“Of course. To that end, we have several potent Dra’kol telepaths who can give you rough overviews of their techniques, and our own telepaths who have developed techniques specifically to counter the Dra’kol. We can also send some of our people to your space to act as advisors as you get everything ready.”
“Excellent. Now then, you said you had a demonstration for us concerning rapid response teams?”
“Yes, I did. The SENTINEL team is ready to go through a live fire exercise at your convenience, and we have several combat recordings from previous missions.”
The Veithans smiled and began to discuss the matter with each other telepathically. After a few moments of silence, the chief spokesman smiled, “We wish to watch the recordings first, after which time, we would like to see your SENTINEL team in action.”
“Very well, this way please.”
***
The exercise ended in a cloud of smoke and a distinct smell of ozone. Targets littered the complex, but all of the hostage markers remained untouched. In a training exercise, perfection was possible. In reality, innocents did get in the line of fire, and often times did get hurt or killed. Due to the nature of dealings with Terrorists inside the Consortium, human life was no longer a valid bargaining chip, instead replaced by valuable commodities, especially medical and cloning supplies. A worst case scenario involved Soulcatcher Storage facilities, and that exercise was perhaps the single most challenging ones available for any SENTINEL team. Today, however, had been a simple in comparison, a spaceport bomb exercise, with space traffic control as an additional challenge. Several curves had been thrown at the Black Pigs, including one simulating the presence of a powerful Dra’kol telepath providing interference. Nonetheless, the Black Pigs completed the mission with apparent ease, rolling with the punches as they came.
After the demonstration, the Black Pigs compared notes with the Veithan delegation. Shortly thereafter, the summit came to a close, and for the first time, tickets were sold to bring Consortium citizens to Veithan space.
***
Meanwhile, out in the void of space, the first unofficial Accord wargames were taking place. After the battle of the Trade Fair, it would be a far more common event as the Accord’s bonds grew ever stronger.
Ravenlock Sector
Aequitas
Diplomatic Station
Security Officer Monroe was amazed by the diplomatic station he had just been assigned to. State of the art and luxury beyond what most citizens saw except in the holoreels. Even his own living quarters were twice what he had on his previous assignment, and he had the entire room to himself. No roommate, no hotbunking, it was incredible. As he walked into the central security station, he let out a slow, low whistle.
A voice from behind a workstation met the call, “Yeah, she’s a piece of work, isn’t she? They’re making damn sure this place stays as safe as the Director’s Office, if not more so,” a tall man stood up, looking over the new arrival. “Monroe, right? Come on, I’ll show you around.”
The tour was short and to the point. Both men knew the trade, and the equipment was familiar for the most part, though some functions Monroe hadn’t seen before.
“Woah, what’s that setting?”
“Oh, that’s the Q. Something new they added, you’ll be getting a briefing on that later today so you can make out what’s going on with that. Until then, someone else will be covering that detail.”
“There’s a lot of concentrated activity over in those areas, is that normal?”
“Yeah, it’s been like that for a while, I don’t think it’s bound to change much either. Those are the Veithan and Gladsheim quarters. They show up on the Q like nobody’s business. Veithans sometimes tone it down, but the Gladsheim keep going all day every day, but that matches some of their personalities perfectly.”
“Huh?”
“You’ll understand as you interact with them a bit. I tell ya, a friend of mine in the diplomatic corps introduced one of them to Tennis, and now every time I go on duty, they’re out there in the recreation area going at it.”
“Huh, fancy that. So how have things been going on the diplomatic front anyway?”
“Well, all my friend is telling me is that it’s going well. The Gladsheim usually seem to keep to themselves for the most part, but they like the Veithans, and the Veithans like us, so it works out. Plus I think it helps that we’re all a little weird, y’know?”
“Nah man, we’re normal. The rest of the galaxy is weird,” Monroe looked at his superior and cracked a smile.
“You’re all right, Monroe, welcome aboard.”
+++GCN: Galactic Consortium News+++
+++GCN is a wholly owned subsidiary of RCN+++
-=CONSORTIUM OPENS OFFICES AFAR, WELCOMES NEW BUSINESS AT HOME=-
Following the success of the Ravenlock Trade Fair, numerous new offices are being established in Consortium space and afar as a result of active contracts, and in the hope of future contracts. First time visitors to Consortium space got a first-hand experience of the same Ravenlock Security measures that made such a memorable impression at the Trade Fair. While some visitors felt somewhat uncomfortable, the majority of new arrivals report feeling quite safe and look forward to doing business with the Consortium in the future.
-=DRACONIS REPUBLIC INVADES SUPPOSED PIRATE NATION, CONSORTIUM, OTHERS, SENDS AID=-
In a highly controversial move, the Draconis Republic, up until best known for their fascination with Earth’s Second World War and lethal home defense systems (declared illegal in multiple governments for civilian purchase), invaded a interplanetary fiefdom which supposedly harbored pirate forces. While the records of events seem to be accurate, questions have been raised about the sovereignty of the fiefdom. Some feel that less aggressive means should have been used. Moreover, the invasion of the planet involved a senseless waste of lives on both sides.
Though the conflict still rages, Consortium Cross and other medical organizations have sent aid ships to help the wounded as best they can. So far, the safety of the ships has been maintained, and Draconis officials have let them pass after submitting to routine inspections.
-=UNITED PROTECTORATES AID IN SLAVE REVOLT ON AMARR=-
Contrasting the questionable attack on the alleged pirate worlds by the Draconis Republic, the United Protectorates strike a blow for Sentient Rights against the Amarr by supplying aid, military and otherwise, to the slave revolt on the monosys fiefdom of Amarr, which has a history of slavery and brutality, but long managed to avoid notice by numerous other larger powers.
Monocoran Space
Sol Sector
Earth
Andorra
The Director took in the chambers he had been offered for the duration of his stay. Idly, he wondered if he had seen these before, if perhaps this was the same bed he slept in for the Grand Ball. He had meant to return much sooner, but a combination of the forming of the Accord and the swiftness of the Machines downfall damned that plan. It was of little matter, he had plans within plans, and if one should fail, he had numerous others to take the place. Now, he just needed to wait on the Political Prince. The greeting ceremony had been nice, but now it was time to get down to business. He shuddered to think of the amount of work he’d have to do when he finally got back to Corvus. Fortunately, his staff had managed, but things were beginning to pile up, and already he had heard of a special delivery from the Veithans that was for his eyes only.
Much needed to be done, and quickly.
United Protectorates Space
Roughly two weeks after the trade fair, a transport ship arrived from Consortium space on an approved vector. On board was a team of telepathically sensitive individuals, their personal effects, and equipment. The delivery had finally been made.
Ravenlock Sector
Aequitas
Security Summit
“So as you can see, DNA-based security overcomes most of the problems involved with Dra’kol citizens. There are still the telepathic concerns, but those are more problems for us than your people I would imagine,” Tsu Chan glanced at the Veithan security staff to catch a short nod from their primary spokesman.
“True, but nonetheless we are not all as powerfully gifted as it might seem. While none of the Dra’kol seem to have anything near the level of potency our own people can achieve, their strongest minds are more than a match for our weaker ones, and their techniques are in many cases unique to their species.”
“Of course. To that end, we have several potent Dra’kol telepaths who can give you rough overviews of their techniques, and our own telepaths who have developed techniques specifically to counter the Dra’kol. We can also send some of our people to your space to act as advisors as you get everything ready.”
“Excellent. Now then, you said you had a demonstration for us concerning rapid response teams?”
“Yes, I did. The SENTINEL team is ready to go through a live fire exercise at your convenience, and we have several combat recordings from previous missions.”
The Veithans smiled and began to discuss the matter with each other telepathically. After a few moments of silence, the chief spokesman smiled, “We wish to watch the recordings first, after which time, we would like to see your SENTINEL team in action.”
“Very well, this way please.”
***
The exercise ended in a cloud of smoke and a distinct smell of ozone. Targets littered the complex, but all of the hostage markers remained untouched. In a training exercise, perfection was possible. In reality, innocents did get in the line of fire, and often times did get hurt or killed. Due to the nature of dealings with Terrorists inside the Consortium, human life was no longer a valid bargaining chip, instead replaced by valuable commodities, especially medical and cloning supplies. A worst case scenario involved Soulcatcher Storage facilities, and that exercise was perhaps the single most challenging ones available for any SENTINEL team. Today, however, had been a simple in comparison, a spaceport bomb exercise, with space traffic control as an additional challenge. Several curves had been thrown at the Black Pigs, including one simulating the presence of a powerful Dra’kol telepath providing interference. Nonetheless, the Black Pigs completed the mission with apparent ease, rolling with the punches as they came.
After the demonstration, the Black Pigs compared notes with the Veithan delegation. Shortly thereafter, the summit came to a close, and for the first time, tickets were sold to bring Consortium citizens to Veithan space.
***
Meanwhile, out in the void of space, the first unofficial Accord wargames were taking place. After the battle of the Trade Fair, it would be a far more common event as the Accord’s bonds grew ever stronger.
Ravenlock Sector
Aequitas
Diplomatic Station
Security Officer Monroe was amazed by the diplomatic station he had just been assigned to. State of the art and luxury beyond what most citizens saw except in the holoreels. Even his own living quarters were twice what he had on his previous assignment, and he had the entire room to himself. No roommate, no hotbunking, it was incredible. As he walked into the central security station, he let out a slow, low whistle.
A voice from behind a workstation met the call, “Yeah, she’s a piece of work, isn’t she? They’re making damn sure this place stays as safe as the Director’s Office, if not more so,” a tall man stood up, looking over the new arrival. “Monroe, right? Come on, I’ll show you around.”
The tour was short and to the point. Both men knew the trade, and the equipment was familiar for the most part, though some functions Monroe hadn’t seen before.
“Woah, what’s that setting?”
“Oh, that’s the Q. Something new they added, you’ll be getting a briefing on that later today so you can make out what’s going on with that. Until then, someone else will be covering that detail.”
“There’s a lot of concentrated activity over in those areas, is that normal?”
“Yeah, it’s been like that for a while, I don’t think it’s bound to change much either. Those are the Veithan and Gladsheim quarters. They show up on the Q like nobody’s business. Veithans sometimes tone it down, but the Gladsheim keep going all day every day, but that matches some of their personalities perfectly.”
“Huh?”
“You’ll understand as you interact with them a bit. I tell ya, a friend of mine in the diplomatic corps introduced one of them to Tennis, and now every time I go on duty, they’re out there in the recreation area going at it.”
“Huh, fancy that. So how have things been going on the diplomatic front anyway?”
“Well, all my friend is telling me is that it’s going well. The Gladsheim usually seem to keep to themselves for the most part, but they like the Veithans, and the Veithans like us, so it works out. Plus I think it helps that we’re all a little weird, y’know?”
“Nah man, we’re normal. The rest of the galaxy is weird,” Monroe looked at his superior and cracked a smile.
“You’re all right, Monroe, welcome aboard.”
+++GCN: Galactic Consortium News+++
+++GCN is a wholly owned subsidiary of RCN+++
-=CONSORTIUM OPENS OFFICES AFAR, WELCOMES NEW BUSINESS AT HOME=-
Following the success of the Ravenlock Trade Fair, numerous new offices are being established in Consortium space and afar as a result of active contracts, and in the hope of future contracts. First time visitors to Consortium space got a first-hand experience of the same Ravenlock Security measures that made such a memorable impression at the Trade Fair. While some visitors felt somewhat uncomfortable, the majority of new arrivals report feeling quite safe and look forward to doing business with the Consortium in the future.
-=DRACONIS REPUBLIC INVADES SUPPOSED PIRATE NATION, CONSORTIUM, OTHERS, SENDS AID=-
In a highly controversial move, the Draconis Republic, up until best known for their fascination with Earth’s Second World War and lethal home defense systems (declared illegal in multiple governments for civilian purchase), invaded a interplanetary fiefdom which supposedly harbored pirate forces. While the records of events seem to be accurate, questions have been raised about the sovereignty of the fiefdom. Some feel that less aggressive means should have been used. Moreover, the invasion of the planet involved a senseless waste of lives on both sides.
Though the conflict still rages, Consortium Cross and other medical organizations have sent aid ships to help the wounded as best they can. So far, the safety of the ships has been maintained, and Draconis officials have let them pass after submitting to routine inspections.
-=UNITED PROTECTORATES AID IN SLAVE REVOLT ON AMARR=-
Contrasting the questionable attack on the alleged pirate worlds by the Draconis Republic, the United Protectorates strike a blow for Sentient Rights against the Amarr by supplying aid, military and otherwise, to the slave revolt on the monosys fiefdom of Amarr, which has a history of slavery and brutality, but long managed to avoid notice by numerous other larger powers.
Monocoran Space
Sol Sector
Earth
Andorra
The Director took in the chambers he had been offered for the duration of his stay. Idly, he wondered if he had seen these before, if perhaps this was the same bed he slept in for the Grand Ball. He had meant to return much sooner, but a combination of the forming of the Accord and the swiftness of the Machines downfall damned that plan. It was of little matter, he had plans within plans, and if one should fail, he had numerous others to take the place. Now, he just needed to wait on the Political Prince. The greeting ceremony had been nice, but now it was time to get down to business. He shuddered to think of the amount of work he’d have to do when he finally got back to Corvus. Fortunately, his staff had managed, but things were beginning to pile up, and already he had heard of a special delivery from the Veithans that was for his eyes only.
Much needed to be done, and quickly.
United Protectorates Space
Roughly two weeks after the trade fair, a transport ship arrived from Consortium space on an approved vector. On board was a team of telepathically sensitive individuals, their personal effects, and equipment. The delivery had finally been made.
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The Realm of Confusion
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The Realm of Confusion
"Every time you talk about Teal'c, I keep imagining Thor's ass. Thank you very much for that, you fucking fucker." -Marcao
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Spyder
- Sith Marauder
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- Contact:
Matar Immigration and Customs Authority.
"So, you're from the agency? Can't say we get many of you folk down here. What can I do for you?"
"I need to see some cargo and passenger manifests. We've received a tip on a smuggling operation and I just need to go over some of the details."
"Well, I'll see what I can do, but most of this stuff does have to go through the proper channels."
"If you check the details you should see that everything is in order."
"...Right, what did you say your name was again?"
"Oh, you can call me Ed."
"So, you're from the agency? Can't say we get many of you folk down here. What can I do for you?"
"I need to see some cargo and passenger manifests. We've received a tip on a smuggling operation and I just need to go over some of the details."
"Well, I'll see what I can do, but most of this stuff does have to go through the proper channels."
"If you check the details you should see that everything is in order."
"...Right, what did you say your name was again?"
"Oh, you can call me Ed."
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Varathrax
The first transport halted at the edge of the system, waiting for the customs ship to conduct it's scan.
Elsewhere on Varathrax
Skallex Corporate Headquarters
Regis Tabbith walked up to the impressive headquarters of Skallex, a sizeable congolmerate, which did business in almost every market there was.
After being checked by the security, about four times, Tabbith finally made it to the palacial office of Skallex's Chairman. His office was huge; grand, truly worth of such a captain of industry. "Tabbith?" he hissed.
"Yes," Regis greeted the lizard, seated at the other end of the room "did you get the data I had sent to you?". The lizard nodded. "Then I take it you are... interested?"
"Yes, but before we continue..." he pushed a small red button on his desk; sealing the rooms blast windows and security doors; a powerful distortion field filled the room, temporarily disabling all electronic devices. In these days one can never be too careful; corporate secrets can fetch a hefty profit.
The meeting lasted several hours; but finally the security doors opened and the electronics came back to life. "The pleasure, is mine, chairman." Regis Tabbith grinned as he headed for the elevator.
Earth
New Madrid Archology
Master Engineer Mazzicks Clahphbren nursed a small glass of red wine, a drink he had come to enjoy during his stay on earth. Clahphbren was the lead engineer for the Earth Archology project, which was now nearing completion. He sighed as he looked out upon his latest work; the New Madrid promenade. It was lush and green with few signs of civilization, save a small cluster of buildings in the center. Grand villas, public parks, lakes, streams, hills and trees now made up the five level promenade; it was more art than engineering he thought as he looked upon his work. No one wanted to live in a building their whole life; so this was the solution; a pristine spanish countryside for all to enjoy. He had to admit; it was a beautiful thing! He had even come up with a solution to mask the security bots which could be found all over public places in the archology; so they wouldn't be noticed.
Yes, he had done a good job. He turned about and took a seat, in a few days the Overlook was finally finished. Aside from the promenade, it was one of the few luxuries that was left in tact when the humans went in and redesigned the interior to accommodate all their people. Seated high above the promenade, it offered a commanding view of the spanish countryside below. He continued to muse over his reports when the door to the Overlook Lounge area opened. Tacer Drealaan walked briskly into the room.
"Mazzicks, my friend, I am glad I found you!" Drealaan moved to the table where the engineer was sitting. "I thought you should know, I've asked the political prince to join us here for drinks tomorrow, I wanted you to be present; must give credit where credit is due, eah?" he gave a jolly laugh before patting the engineer on the back and leaving.
"Oh joy." Mazzicks muttered and returned to his work.
+Encrypted Message+
To: Political Prince
From: Tacer Drealaan
Subject: Meeting, New Madrid Archology, Overlook
It is with great pleasure that I inform you that the New Madrid Archology is finished, and with it the Earth Archology project. I wish you to join myself, along with a few guests at New Madrid's Overlook, before we conduct our meeting regarding the archologies and their continued support.
Digital Signature - Tacer Drealaan
The first transport halted at the edge of the system, waiting for the customs ship to conduct it's scan.
Elsewhere on Varathrax
Skallex Corporate Headquarters
Regis Tabbith walked up to the impressive headquarters of Skallex, a sizeable congolmerate, which did business in almost every market there was.
After being checked by the security, about four times, Tabbith finally made it to the palacial office of Skallex's Chairman. His office was huge; grand, truly worth of such a captain of industry. "Tabbith?" he hissed.
"Yes," Regis greeted the lizard, seated at the other end of the room "did you get the data I had sent to you?". The lizard nodded. "Then I take it you are... interested?"
"Yes, but before we continue..." he pushed a small red button on his desk; sealing the rooms blast windows and security doors; a powerful distortion field filled the room, temporarily disabling all electronic devices. In these days one can never be too careful; corporate secrets can fetch a hefty profit.
The meeting lasted several hours; but finally the security doors opened and the electronics came back to life. "The pleasure, is mine, chairman." Regis Tabbith grinned as he headed for the elevator.
Earth
New Madrid Archology
Master Engineer Mazzicks Clahphbren nursed a small glass of red wine, a drink he had come to enjoy during his stay on earth. Clahphbren was the lead engineer for the Earth Archology project, which was now nearing completion. He sighed as he looked out upon his latest work; the New Madrid promenade. It was lush and green with few signs of civilization, save a small cluster of buildings in the center. Grand villas, public parks, lakes, streams, hills and trees now made up the five level promenade; it was more art than engineering he thought as he looked upon his work. No one wanted to live in a building their whole life; so this was the solution; a pristine spanish countryside for all to enjoy. He had to admit; it was a beautiful thing! He had even come up with a solution to mask the security bots which could be found all over public places in the archology; so they wouldn't be noticed.
Yes, he had done a good job. He turned about and took a seat, in a few days the Overlook was finally finished. Aside from the promenade, it was one of the few luxuries that was left in tact when the humans went in and redesigned the interior to accommodate all their people. Seated high above the promenade, it offered a commanding view of the spanish countryside below. He continued to muse over his reports when the door to the Overlook Lounge area opened. Tacer Drealaan walked briskly into the room.
"Mazzicks, my friend, I am glad I found you!" Drealaan moved to the table where the engineer was sitting. "I thought you should know, I've asked the political prince to join us here for drinks tomorrow, I wanted you to be present; must give credit where credit is due, eah?" he gave a jolly laugh before patting the engineer on the back and leaving.
"Oh joy." Mazzicks muttered and returned to his work.
+Encrypted Message+
To: Political Prince
From: Tacer Drealaan
Subject: Meeting, New Madrid Archology, Overlook
It is with great pleasure that I inform you that the New Madrid Archology is finished, and with it the Earth Archology project. I wish you to join myself, along with a few guests at New Madrid's Overlook, before we conduct our meeting regarding the archologies and their continued support.
Digital Signature - Tacer Drealaan
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The Political Prince walked through the long side hall of the supreme court building. Overhear chandilers light the way, and on either side of the hall there were paintings, landscapes, portraits, all providing a solemn atmosphere to the area. Around him was a Phalanx of four bodyguards, just the most visual of his complete securit detail. At the end of the hall two of the guards pulled off and stood at either side of a door, then the Prince steped forward, rested his hand on the door handle, waited for the DNA test to finish and for the door to unlock. Then he walked through, the other two guards following him in, and assuming their own guard positions inside. The only other man in the room was standing out of respect right now.
"Sit down General. No need to stand when I'm around."
"Yes my prince. What do you need?"
Sitting down at the table the prince waved aside the question. "You want anything to eat? The food here is quite good."
"Thank you, Eggs and Bacon alright?"
"A man after my tastes." Turning into the intercom he started the order. "Two Scrambled Eggs, Bacon, French Fries, one Vitamin Slurry and one B-OJ. Thank you.
"So tell me General, what do you think of this Talys affair?"
Fedayn shuddered, tics never ever went right to the point. "It's interesting, the fact that they let him off at all speaks volumes."
"Oh? How so?"
"I think it means that they got something wrong, maybe he didn't actually steal anything of value. Other anlysts say that he got it right, but that his employers struck a deal. We're trying to find out but most of our contacts wont report in for a couple days."
The food arrived in the dumb-waited, and Fedayn quickly swept his poison snoop over it. And stopped cold at the Prince's drink.
"Yes Fedayn. It is blue, so what? It tastes rather good even if it is artificial. So, who do you think he's working for?"
"Ousters, Krell, Ravenlocke, or Asgard. We're discounting their Allies, but who knows?"
"Really. Did you know that he comes from Moncaora?"
"Yes... and..."
"He's coming home tommorow."
"Ah, and what do you want me to do?"
"Watch him, guard him, make sure nothing happens to him. Don't snoop, just make sure he doesn't get hurt, and don't let him know that you're following him."
"I see. Why aren't you using the Cibbies?"
The Prince was technically in charge of the Central Bearou (sp?) of Investigation. The internal intelligence agency and crime stoppers.
"Because they are detectives, and they wouldn't be able to defend him from certain outsiders."
"I see. Is that all you want?"
"Yes actualy. And before you start I invited you here because that's what us tics do, besides it seemed nicer than just calling."
"Fair enough. Good food by the way."
Thirty Minutes Later
Fedayn stepped into the control room followed by two of his assistants and Marshall Thomas of the Marines. The Marines had been hit the hardest by the rape and, unlike the other branches, had actually lost quite a bit of their command staff. The new chief in command, Thomas, had actually just been promoted to Marshall (to avoid battle-field confusion the Marine's had Marshalls instead of Generals) when the rapen happened. Considering that almost all of the other surviving Marshalls were primarilly combat Marshalls Thomas had recieved the promotion, and had so far worked out.
The techs were talking into the Ansible com device.
"Four, repeat, Four coming through. Copy."
Down on the floor the blockers were being removed from the Portal, and then Fedayn and co. walked down to the floor. Suddenly the sirens started going off and the Stargate roared to life. Then two soldiers burst out of the Stargate scanning left and right before standing up and waving them through. Fedayn walked forward and stood before the gate.
"Arms up, right? That's it right?"
"Yes sir, and watch your step."
"Thank you Corporal."
Then they walked through arms up. When they came through on the other side, in the Far-Point military complex, they were met with men in armored checkpoints staring down at them. After the two guards came back through the All-clear signal was blown, and the gate closed. Then, after they stepped down the ramp, the blockers were moved back into the gate, thus preventing anyone from coming through unwanted. At the bottom the Military Prince was just walking down out of the control room.
"Welcome back Fedayn, we've got to go over more stuff."
(OOC: Aly I'll make a huge post tommorow, as it is this took me two/three hours to write because I was doing other stuff)
"Sit down General. No need to stand when I'm around."
"Yes my prince. What do you need?"
Sitting down at the table the prince waved aside the question. "You want anything to eat? The food here is quite good."
"Thank you, Eggs and Bacon alright?"
"A man after my tastes." Turning into the intercom he started the order. "Two Scrambled Eggs, Bacon, French Fries, one Vitamin Slurry and one B-OJ. Thank you.
"So tell me General, what do you think of this Talys affair?"
Fedayn shuddered, tics never ever went right to the point. "It's interesting, the fact that they let him off at all speaks volumes."
"Oh? How so?"
"I think it means that they got something wrong, maybe he didn't actually steal anything of value. Other anlysts say that he got it right, but that his employers struck a deal. We're trying to find out but most of our contacts wont report in for a couple days."
The food arrived in the dumb-waited, and Fedayn quickly swept his poison snoop over it. And stopped cold at the Prince's drink.
"Yes Fedayn. It is blue, so what? It tastes rather good even if it is artificial. So, who do you think he's working for?"
"Ousters, Krell, Ravenlocke, or Asgard. We're discounting their Allies, but who knows?"
"Really. Did you know that he comes from Moncaora?"
"Yes... and..."
"He's coming home tommorow."
"Ah, and what do you want me to do?"
"Watch him, guard him, make sure nothing happens to him. Don't snoop, just make sure he doesn't get hurt, and don't let him know that you're following him."
"I see. Why aren't you using the Cibbies?"
The Prince was technically in charge of the Central Bearou (sp?) of Investigation. The internal intelligence agency and crime stoppers.
"Because they are detectives, and they wouldn't be able to defend him from certain outsiders."
"I see. Is that all you want?"
"Yes actualy. And before you start I invited you here because that's what us tics do, besides it seemed nicer than just calling."
"Fair enough. Good food by the way."
Thirty Minutes Later
Fedayn stepped into the control room followed by two of his assistants and Marshall Thomas of the Marines. The Marines had been hit the hardest by the rape and, unlike the other branches, had actually lost quite a bit of their command staff. The new chief in command, Thomas, had actually just been promoted to Marshall (to avoid battle-field confusion the Marine's had Marshalls instead of Generals) when the rapen happened. Considering that almost all of the other surviving Marshalls were primarilly combat Marshalls Thomas had recieved the promotion, and had so far worked out.
The techs were talking into the Ansible com device.
"Four, repeat, Four coming through. Copy."
Down on the floor the blockers were being removed from the Portal, and then Fedayn and co. walked down to the floor. Suddenly the sirens started going off and the Stargate roared to life. Then two soldiers burst out of the Stargate scanning left and right before standing up and waving them through. Fedayn walked forward and stood before the gate.
"Arms up, right? That's it right?"
"Yes sir, and watch your step."
"Thank you Corporal."
Then they walked through arms up. When they came through on the other side, in the Far-Point military complex, they were met with men in armored checkpoints staring down at them. After the two guards came back through the All-clear signal was blown, and the gate closed. Then, after they stepped down the ramp, the blockers were moved back into the gate, thus preventing anyone from coming through unwanted. At the bottom the Military Prince was just walking down out of the control room.
"Welcome back Fedayn, we've got to go over more stuff."
(OOC: Aly I'll make a huge post tommorow, as it is this took me two/three hours to write because I was doing other stuff)
'After 9/11, it was "You're with us or your with the terrorists." Now its "You're with Straha or you support racism."' ' - The Romulan Republic
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
Varathrax
After several days Oni reached his destination, having gone through a bit of a maze to get there. He presented his passport and visa to the customs officer.
"Mr. Mark Strang. Where are you from?"
"Abydos."
"Where are you going?"
"Kardasis, the Savannah plains, and Mt. Regulus."
"How long are you planning to be on Varathrax?"
"1 Month"
"Have you ever been a member of a group attempting to overthrow the government of the Draconis Republic?"
"No"
"Are you bringing in any fruits or vegatables?"
"No"
"Do you have anything to declare?"
"1 Illidium Q-36 cruiser, with built-in computer. 1 Zat'Intar personal weapon. 1 PDA. 1 bike repair kit. 1 suitcase, with clothes. 1 alarm clock. 1 tour guide of Varathrax. 10,000 credits in American Express traveler's checks."
The customs official wrote down all the information, and gave Oni a disk. "Keep this with you at all times. Have a nice stay."
OOC: information on what I brought posted in OOC thread.
After several days Oni reached his destination, having gone through a bit of a maze to get there. He presented his passport and visa to the customs officer.
"Mr. Mark Strang. Where are you from?"
"Abydos."
"Where are you going?"
"Kardasis, the Savannah plains, and Mt. Regulus."
"How long are you planning to be on Varathrax?"
"1 Month"
"Have you ever been a member of a group attempting to overthrow the government of the Draconis Republic?"
"No"
"Are you bringing in any fruits or vegatables?"
"No"
"Do you have anything to declare?"
"1 Illidium Q-36 cruiser, with built-in computer. 1 Zat'Intar personal weapon. 1 PDA. 1 bike repair kit. 1 suitcase, with clothes. 1 alarm clock. 1 tour guide of Varathrax. 10,000 credits in American Express traveler's checks."
The customs official wrote down all the information, and gave Oni a disk. "Keep this with you at all times. Have a nice stay."
OOC: information on what I brought posted in OOC thread.
"preemptive killing of cops might not be such a bad idea from a personal saftey[sic] standpoint..." --Keevan Colton
"There's a word for bias you can't see: Yours." -- William Saletan
"There's a word for bias you can't see: Yours." -- William Saletan
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Alyrium Denryle
- Minister of Sin
- Posts: 22224
- Joined: 2002-07-11 08:34pm
- Location: The Deep Desert
- Contact:
As he walked through the halls, Oni came to another station.
"Sorry for the inconvenience sir, but we will need to take a few samples. Precautionary measure in the unlikely event that you do something illegal, or we end up needing to identify your body which has been stripped of your Id or something..."
With that, Oni was fingerprinted, had a hair and blood sample taken, had his teeth x-rayed very quickly and photographed from every conceivable angle, it was standard proceedure for incoming visitors. ANd took about 3 minutes.
Enjoy your stay.
"Sorry for the inconvenience sir, but we will need to take a few samples. Precautionary measure in the unlikely event that you do something illegal, or we end up needing to identify your body which has been stripped of your Id or something..."
With that, Oni was fingerprinted, had a hair and blood sample taken, had his teeth x-rayed very quickly and photographed from every conceivable angle, it was standard proceedure for incoming visitors. ANd took about 3 minutes.
Enjoy your stay.
GALE Force Biological Agent/
BOTM/Great Dolphin Conspiracy/
Entomology and Evolutionary Biology Subdirector:SD.net Dept. of Biological Sciences
There is Grandeur in the View of Life; it fills me with a Deep Wonder, and Intense Cynicism.
Factio republicanum delenda est
BOTM/Great Dolphin Conspiracy/
Entomology and Evolutionary Biology Subdirector:SD.net Dept. of Biological Sciences
There is Grandeur in the View of Life; it fills me with a Deep Wonder, and Intense Cynicism.
Factio republicanum delenda est
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Spyder
- Sith Marauder
- Posts: 4465
- Joined: 2002-09-03 03:23am
- Location: Wellington, New Zealand
- Contact:
It took hours to sift through the information. With the access cleared Ed continued to pour through the database. He was certain that the insurgents were still on Matar and somewhere in the travel logs there would be the key. After a while he managed to narrow it down to a few possibilities but it still to wide a margin to go on. Of particular interest were a couple of records showing certain weights and locations that showed quite obviously Zed trafficking.
Ed anonymously forwarded the logs to the local authorities. Someone was going to pull in a nice bust and Ed had the satisfaction of doing a good thing. But this wasn't what he was there for.
Tourists are easilly tracked and diplomats are usually kept close tabs on. The most likely way they got in would be under a corporate visa. Which didn't bode too well, they could have arrived on Matar as anything between industrial tycoons and freighter crews.
A couple of entries that were of some interest; one of which featuring the Helsinki Beverage Corporation. The last transport out seemed to have less people then the last transport in. One particular entry of interest, that as coincidence would have it appeared on the system just as Ed was going through it, a Minmatar passport was accepted on Varathrax. Only very limited information passed between the nations when it came to the passport system. Usually just a location and a number. A quick check on the number revealed that it was issued on Abydos, just recently apparently. Ed made a note and kept working.
Lastport
"Excuse me," Alex began, "I have a small enquirey. Would you care to comment on the United Protectorate's position towards the other nations in this sector?"
Edit: Added Alex Dekhrynova's enquirey to save double post.
Ed anonymously forwarded the logs to the local authorities. Someone was going to pull in a nice bust and Ed had the satisfaction of doing a good thing. But this wasn't what he was there for.
Tourists are easilly tracked and diplomats are usually kept close tabs on. The most likely way they got in would be under a corporate visa. Which didn't bode too well, they could have arrived on Matar as anything between industrial tycoons and freighter crews.
A couple of entries that were of some interest; one of which featuring the Helsinki Beverage Corporation. The last transport out seemed to have less people then the last transport in. One particular entry of interest, that as coincidence would have it appeared on the system just as Ed was going through it, a Minmatar passport was accepted on Varathrax. Only very limited information passed between the nations when it came to the passport system. Usually just a location and a number. A quick check on the number revealed that it was issued on Abydos, just recently apparently. Ed made a note and kept working.
Lastport
"Excuse me," Alex began, "I have a small enquirey. Would you care to comment on the United Protectorate's position towards the other nations in this sector?"
Edit: Added Alex Dekhrynova's enquirey to save double post.
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Jaded Masses
- Jedi Knight
- Posts: 566
- Joined: 2003-01-27 09:13pm
- Location: Pasadena,CA
Internal Psilon Newscast: "Today the government has began a military build up in response to treaty responsibilities with the Alliance. Government programs aimed at training and recruitment have been stepped up even further from the recent public military frenzy. Numerous private corporations have been contracted to begin producing war material and ships, the defense budget was increased at the expense of most colonization efforts. in other news......"
OOC: as usual, I will be gone for most of the weekend, but I've given the alliance temporary control over some ships
OOC: as usual, I will be gone for most of the weekend, but I've given the alliance temporary control over some ships
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Andorra, Earth
The Prince stood up as the Director was lead into his office.
"Welcome, it's been far too long a time. Here, come join me in my study."
The Prince opened a side door in the office, lead him in and closed the door behind him.
"Don't worry, only one way in, though between you, me, and the walls there are two ways out. Let's cut to the chase though, we both have wanted to talk for a long time, and now is probably the only chance we'll get for a long time. So talk away."
The Prince stood up as the Director was lead into his office.
"Welcome, it's been far too long a time. Here, come join me in my study."
The Prince opened a side door in the office, lead him in and closed the door behind him.
"Don't worry, only one way in, though between you, me, and the walls there are two ways out. Let's cut to the chase though, we both have wanted to talk for a long time, and now is probably the only chance we'll get for a long time. So talk away."
'After 9/11, it was "You're with us or your with the terrorists." Now its "You're with Straha or you support racism."' ' - The Romulan Republic
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
So did the suburbs, which surrounded it. The roads through it were dragged up, bridges destroyed, areas underneath roads mined and rigged for explosions, road blocks covering practically every rought, razor wire, improvized barricades. Anything and everything that could be put up in the way had, there were even massive 'traffic' jams on roads that prevented anything, people, horses, rats, not to mention tanks, from passing through. There were people, people who rather liked their planet and their neighberhood, and didn't want it to be overrun by aliens, much less aliens bent on conquering the planet in the houses next to the roads.Alyrium Denryle wrote:The army advanced The city proper becoming closer with every step
The only exception were four roads into the city, these roads were big ones, though not to big, and were relativley untouched. Yes there was a road block here or there, yes there was a crater or two in the road, yes a bridge on one of them was blown out. But altogether, once you worked your way through roughly ten miles of heavy obstacles charecteristic of the other paths, and roads in this was smooth sailing. The roads led too different entrances to the city proper though, roughly a North, South, East, and West entrance, but nonetheless these were entrances that led the invaders unimpeded to the city proper. But, inside the city, there was a different story waiting.
'After 9/11, it was "You're with us or your with the terrorists." Now its "You're with Straha or you support racism."' ' - The Romulan Republic
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
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Pablo Sanchez
- Commissar
- Posts: 6998
- Joined: 2002-07-03 05:41pm
- Location: The Wasteland
Matar
"He's exceptional, for a human being. He sleeps less and works more than any politician I've ever heard of," Alexander's lieutenant, Artur, summed up the report on Spyder's movements.
The Blood Lord nodded, "It is possible that he has cybernetic enhancements, he has favored that sort of thing among his bodyguard. Are there any openings to exploit?"
"Very few that we've been able to detect in his routine. However, his security detail's watch over his personal residence is singularly shoddy. As if they scarcely care whether he lives or dies. Either they are incompetent or they are tacit supporters of the dissidents, hoping that someone will assassinate him. With the captured I.D.'s I was able to access files detailing his security system--though they did have the sense not to include data on the guards' particular patrol routes and schedules."
"How many men?"
"I'll do it with one other. Two would be just right, the extra for insurance."
"He's exceptional, for a human being. He sleeps less and works more than any politician I've ever heard of," Alexander's lieutenant, Artur, summed up the report on Spyder's movements.
The Blood Lord nodded, "It is possible that he has cybernetic enhancements, he has favored that sort of thing among his bodyguard. Are there any openings to exploit?"
"Very few that we've been able to detect in his routine. However, his security detail's watch over his personal residence is singularly shoddy. As if they scarcely care whether he lives or dies. Either they are incompetent or they are tacit supporters of the dissidents, hoping that someone will assassinate him. With the captured I.D.'s I was able to access files detailing his security system--though they did have the sense not to include data on the guards' particular patrol routes and schedules."
"How many men?"
"I'll do it with one other. Two would be just right, the extra for insurance."
"I am gravely disappointed. Again you have made me unleash my dogs of war."
--The Lord Humungus
ATTN: Etern
From: Monacoran State Department
Subj: Envoy
*Hand-Delivered*
We would like to send an envoy to you to discuss matters that would interest you. Do you have any objections?
From: Monacoran State Department
Subj: Envoy
*Hand-Delivered*
We would like to send an envoy to you to discuss matters that would interest you. Do you have any objections?
'After 9/11, it was "You're with us or your with the terrorists." Now its "You're with Straha or you support racism."' ' - The Romulan Republic
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
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Alyrium Denryle
- Minister of Sin
- Posts: 22224
- Joined: 2002-07-11 08:34pm
- Location: The Deep Desert
- Contact:
With that, a messanger, obviously Draconis walked up to spyder and said "Your defense system has arrived, when do you wish us to install it?"Spyder wrote:"Chancellor, as your security advisor I strongly urge you to order a major step up in this compound."
"That wont be neccessary."
"Look sir, they took out Robertson. It's only a matter of time before they..."
"I said that wont be neccessary. That is all Major. You are dismissed."
GALE Force Biological Agent/
BOTM/Great Dolphin Conspiracy/
Entomology and Evolutionary Biology Subdirector:SD.net Dept. of Biological Sciences
There is Grandeur in the View of Life; it fills me with a Deep Wonder, and Intense Cynicism.
Factio republicanum delenda est
BOTM/Great Dolphin Conspiracy/
Entomology and Evolutionary Biology Subdirector:SD.net Dept. of Biological Sciences
There is Grandeur in the View of Life; it fills me with a Deep Wonder, and Intense Cynicism.
Factio republicanum delenda est
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frigidmagi
- Sith Devotee
- Posts: 2962
- Joined: 2004-04-14 07:05pm
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"I'm sorry sir could you clarifiy that? Most of the nations in the local sector are friendly towards us, if not outright members of the Alliance. The United Protectrates postion however does vary based on the nation in question itself. Is there a certain action you have questions about?"Spyder wrote:Lastport
"Excuse me," Alex began, "I have a small enquirey. Would you care to comment on the United Protectorate's position towards the other nations in this sector?"
OOC: I'm not sure what you mean Spyder, do you mean the local sector of the known space for the UP or what?
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The convoy formed up with the destroyers in a box formation around the freighters and the fighters in four-ship formations in a rough sphere around the larger vessels. They lined up along their course and jumped out, bound for the military rally points in Tortugan orbit.Verling Station, Nashtar Colonial Space
The convoy was bound for Draconis space, carrying a cargo of medical supplies and military arms. Its escort of four destroyers, consisting of the Regulus, Sirius, Arcturus, and Rigel, formed up around the eight freighters, joined by two squadrons of F/A-210s. With the hardly unexpected news of massive convoy raids by the pirates driven out of New Tortuga, the convoy’s route was a closely guarded secret.
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"Mark Strang" worked on his bike. He was carefully removing the smaller power core from it. He would be attaching it to a small cascade counter he had hidden in his alarm clock. After that he would modify it so that it would drastically increase it's power output.
"Hey Petey. It seems they don't have any big honking guns for sale here. I don't think I'm going to have a good chance of hunting big game here unless I get one. Think you could get one delivered to me? Thanks." The message wizzed through the various communications networks of several nations before ending up in a small 1 star nation. From there, it was downloaded into Petey's memory banks.
"Mark Strang" worked on his bike. He was carefully removing the smaller power core from it. He would be attaching it to a small cascade counter he had hidden in his alarm clock. After that he would modify it so that it would drastically increase it's power output.
"Hey Petey. It seems they don't have any big honking guns for sale here. I don't think I'm going to have a good chance of hunting big game here unless I get one. Think you could get one delivered to me? Thanks." The message wizzed through the various communications networks of several nations before ending up in a small 1 star nation. From there, it was downloaded into Petey's memory banks.
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"There's a word for bias you can't see: Yours." -- William Saletan