STGOD2k4 Preliminary Diplomacy Thread

[General Zod]

The vast, spiked shape of an Emperor-class battleship, the Litany of Fury sliced out of hyperspace with menacing grace into Corporate Hegemony space. On board was Saint Vesuvius Arnorik, the Emperor's most trusted lieutenant. Behind the Litany came half a dozen cruisers of the Imperialis Victor division, followed by wings upon wings of fighters. The Saint was extremely valuable to the Imperium; his leadership and cunning rivaled (blasphemy!, some of the Ecclesiarchs gasped) that of the Emperor himself. Thus, he deserved such an honor guard, even for some of the most mundane matters. Which, of course, this was not.

His pristine visage lit up holo-screens across the Hegemony vessels awaiting. His face was pure and unblemished, his eyes gold-flecked orbs of silver. His head was naked, save for an aquila implanted into his forehead. Around his head a dozen skull-drones floated, fiercesome crimson optical senors and weapon pods powered alert, twiching side to side at every sound.

When the Saint spoke, it was as if a whole world spoke with Him. Masculine and feminine, elderly and adolescent, cultured and crude, His voice was music to anyone's ears, even if they did not speak his language. And His smile...the most hardened, cynical warriors had fallen to their knees and wept when He smiled. He radiated pure grace, calm, and at times, righteous fury across the void, touching everyone within light years of him.
A true divine being, and to imagine that he was a mere underling of the eternal Emperor.

So, men of the Corporate Hegemony. Let us hear your words, and I shall weigh them in my hand.

Chairman mbadi stood in the boardroom of the flagship of the corporation, the ebuchadnezer. although he wasn't cybernetically augmented like several of the directors, his mastery of spirit energy gave him an unprecedented edge that even the cybers lacked, lending him a powerful aura that those sensitive to psionics, telepathy and the like could sense on the outskirts of their perceptions. four 3 meter high military units stood behind him, clearly cybernetically enhanced.

at relative ease with the saint's appearance, thanks to his own advantages, he smiled. while he didn't especially care for theocracies, it didn't visibly show.

"as official public relations director of the hegemony and tiphares, i bid greetings to the emperor's representative." said in a smooth, easy voice. "we're prepared to offer aid as originally lined out within the agreement, and in addition are prepared to offer the means to produce mako reactors, which are invaluable in conserving a planet's natural resources, as they tap into the extradimensional mako energy present within all solar bodies as opposed to using raw ores or standard fuel, which is both wasteful and inefficient."

[Alyrium Denryle]

The Quylthulg Confederation Dept. of Transportation greets its counterparts in the Federation of Thaumaturgists

The Department's mandate has now been expanded to include the making and maintaining of detailed maps of this entire region, including space claimed by other people. Your cooperation in this effort, by supplying maps of your territory or allowing Confederate surveyors access to same, would be greatly appreciated.

"Of course, we would be happy to do so, the relevant files have been sent to your government via ansible."

[Crayz9000]

To: corporage sector , marketing offices

from: chairman mbadi, public relations division of the corporate hegemony, space city tiphares

as we are sure you are aware, we've lately been wanting to expand our marketing to offworld offices, and into the general public sector. naturally such a contract would be of mutual benefit to ourselves and your own government, and as such we are prepared to discuss terms for some of our technologies to be distributed and patented offworld. should you wish we can either discuss details via hyperspace relays or send a representative out to negotiate the contracts needed. i'm sure you'll find at least some of our propietary technologies to be of interest.

signed, chairman mbadi, public relations division, space city tiphares

A reply was formulated and sent out on the hypernet several hours later, followed by a fast courier ship (a VSE design) departing the marketing office complex. In orbit, it met up with several gunboats and the small force, six ships in all, jumped to hyperspace.

After leaving the main hyperlanes at Qo'noS several minutes later, the group made its way across the tangled mess of former Boyd space for several hours, finally coming to the Hegemony system.

The courier ship was painted the traditional diplomatic red, and carried only two point-defense laser cannons. Everything else about it suggested speed, from the streamlined shape that could slice through an atmosphere at high speeds to the massive engines at its stern. The gunboats, by contrast, absolutely bristled with weaponry.

"Corporate Hegemony Space Control, this is CorpSec courier C-6874 requesting clearance to dock at Space City Tiphares."

"Acknowledged, C-6874. You are clear to dock. Proceed to the given coordinates."

The courier ship approached Tiphares rapidly, settling down on the docking platform with a smooth motion. The main ramp opened, and a dark-featured man, dressed in a black suit and wearing dark glasses, stepped out to meet the waiting officials. "Greetings. I am Ronald MacKenzie, representative of The Corporate Sector. I believe we have a licensing contract to discuss?"

[General Zod]

an undersecretary, dressed modestly in a fashion that doesn't betray his station, though obivously an enhanced cyber judging from the metallic limbs, greets the representatives, as traffic about is quite busy, with humans, cybers and other oddities going about the dailiy hustle, bows respectfully to the representative.

regrettably chairman mbadi is presently occupied with negotiations elsewhere, however our vice president has been notified and is more than happy to conduct the negotiations for the contracts personally. if you'll accompany me to the elevators, i'll take you to the boardroom, and would be happy to provide any refreshments you might like in the meantime.

[Rogue 9]

High Father Atinius Belanaus, High Priest of the Holy Order of Helm composes a message in his usual caligraphic scropt, and then passes a crystal over it. The crustal basically scans the page into a communication system compatable with standard ansible and holonet systems, and sends the message with a tap of a key.

(secure Ansible connection)
From: High Father Atinius Belanthaus, High Priest of the Holy Order of Helm, Federationof Thaumaturgists
To: President(insert name here), Nashtar Republic.

Greetings and Salutations! May the Gods smile upon thee,

The state of affairs in the region has become, to say the least distressing. With the Patriarch, a large and powerful nation not even recognizing the sovereignty of most nations, and the Pirate Kindom and Corsair repubic enjoying a resurgency, it may be wise to begin discussion as to our relationships as nations. Our people enjoy a positive trade relationship, and our governments adhere to the same basic principles, if not the exact mechanism. In light of this we propose a treaty of Mutual Free Trade, and Cooperative Anti-Piracy Patrols. So that our nations will be able to enjoy the fruits of trade, and defend against those who would take that which is not rightfully theirs.

May the High Lord Helm give thee his blessing,
Atinius Belanthaus

To: High Father Atinius Belanthaus, Federation of Thaumaturgists
From: Minister of State Anthony Hardin

Piracy and free trade are always primary concerns of our government. Such an agreement would not be unwelcome. We would be most willing to meet for talks on the matter at your convenience.

Anthony Hardin, Minister of State, Republic of Nashtar

[Captain tycho]

The Saint could sense the Hegemony represenative's unease as easily as he could see his own hand.
We are not a theocracy, so you may put your distaste away. We worship no invisible sky-gods, we worship the Living Emperor. Quite a different thing, and I would be insulted if you threw us in with the rest of the various heathenous cults spread around the galaxy like flies. In any case, it would be appropriate to meet in person. Such business is best reckoned personally.

A small, elegantly designed shuttle-craft arrived at the Hegemony ship a few minutes later, bearing an honor guard of Adeptus Astartes, various Administratum officials, and the Saint.