Post by EmperorMyric on Jan 5, 2023 19:00:06 GMT
Silver Cradle: Union Space
“The Prime Minister wants to do what?” Admiral Volkus face was not amused, but this had to be some kind of joke.
“He wants to host a diplomatic gathering, open invitation here in the Silver Cradle, he wants you to handle security” Harguns voice seemed just as perplexed.
“What is this some kind of terrible joke? Does he realise we are at war yes? Does he know what happened last time someone decided to hold a peace conf-“ Volkus stopped as Hargun raised an eyebrow “-Ah sorry, no offense Sir”
“None taken. But the Prime Minister has made his move, this is going to happen whether we like it or not. I briefed him on the security concerns, I think I got half a page in out of 120 pages before he waved his hand and told me he knew the risks. He wants to try end some of this brinkmanship, try bringing the war back in a bit” Hargun responded coldly, knowing full well what Volkus was referencing and the disastrous diplomatic conference in 1AW.
“The mans insane, I respect the attempt but this is too little too late. Or too much too soon depending on how you look at it. How the hell am I going to handle security?”
“Simple, gather a team, I have some individuals picked out. Ready everything and have it in place”
“For when?”
“For next week” Volkus shook his head.
“Politicians.”
BREAKING NEWS
DIPLOMATIC CONFERENCE IN UNION SPACE, ALL WELCOME?
UNN- (Silver Cradle): Breaking news, in a rather surprising move the Prime Minister of the Union of Worlds announced today that he will be personally hosting a diplomatic gathering on the Silver Cradle in an attempt to rebuild diplomatic ties severed by the war and to try and extinguish some of the flames of conflict raging across the galaxy.
In a stunning turn the invitation is open, with CONA nations accepted as well. The Prime Minister had this to say:
‘’”We have discussed much across the galaxy about the reports, the devastation caused by both sides and the reasons we were all put into this situation. Warfare and elimination won’t fix those problems only talking will and creating the building blocks to try and bring forth a better galaxy and a path to proper justice and benefits for all. I don’t expect this event to fix all the issues, but I hope it will be the first step to helping pave the way for a true resolution, for natives and colonials. For that I welcome all to attend in good faith”’’
Of course, security concerns are major over the event and the Unions military has reportedly taken the mantle for ensuring the guests safety. This has raised questions for some but surprisingly many nations have taken up the offer, on both sides of the divide. Will this be the proper first step to healing a much-divided galaxy? Or will this end like the peace attempt in the 1st Ancerious war?
We do not know, but we will update you every step of the way.
Silver Cradle: Union Space
The event was huge.
Guests were arriving almost a day before the official start time, logging quarters with various Union officials who formed a labyrinthine temporary branch dealing with the logistics and handling of the entire ordeal. Accommodation was provided, situated in the diplomatic suites of the old AGA HQ. While much of it had been repurposed for the CGSS operations HQ the site had been monolithic in anticipation of 2AW continuing for many more years, it was practical but also architecturally pleasing. A whole host of suites, catering facilities, recreational areas and even parks were available to the guests as they waited and settled in before the event.
Security was tough, ships were to be placed into very restricted orbits or into an allocated dock with any offensive capabilities always kept off. Union warships watched them closely, any power spikes or attempts at surprise attack would be swiftly dealt with before they could even bring their reactor to combat power. The Union had, by the nature of their actions in the galaxy, had a great deal of experience with diplomatic events and unfortunately, the majority had been marred by acts of aggression or terror perpetrated by foreign nations. In this, they were taking no chances.
Rigorous scans and checks were undertaken to ensure no hidden weapons, poisons or explosives were carried into the venue and soldiers were on station in most areas should a commotion or disagreement break out to split up and stop the participants. But despite the security the staff were pleasant, eager to help the arrivals regardless of their allegiance and quick to show them around.
The main event hall would host the opening speech and drinks, with food to follow while the guests intermingled. Various speeches and seminars regarding diplomacy, galactic economics and potential political plans were to be held but every dignitary and their staff were free to conduct whatever meetings they saw fit.
It was soon time to open the proceedings, the Union Prime Minister himself was on hand talking to the FRK president and ICS Prime Minister, but already there were surprising arrivals. Free Janar had sent delegates, which pleased many given their championed moderate approach to CONA along with representatives from the IRG Capitol who mostly kept to themselves and did not wish to interact much with the Union. A construct of Elwar also attended along with a representative from Triarch Inc.
But the most surprising of all, was ambassador Challyxi of the Orillian Free State. Who had turned up, unarmed and unescorted under the cover of peaceful diplomacy. Union personnel had rigorously searched and scanned him, giving him physical pat downs and examinations, all of which the Orillian man had agreed to with a grin and eagerness.
Truly this event was to be historic.
C'ethal Delegation
Duchess Meylr Dest stood strait and idly sipped from a glass of some drink being handed out. It was fruity and a little too sweet for her pallet but she drank it more to ease her nerves than anything. Her ashen white skin was a stark contrast to her fire red hair and eyes. Her horns had been meticulously formed and moulded to resemble an open circle. From which hung a gold mesh studded with brilliant gems.
Her long silken robes exposed bits of skins with intricate tattoos dancing along the surface. Pinned above her left breast was an ornate silver broach with the sigil of the Grand University of Natural Arts.
Next to her in a mix of a grey and blue military uniform and flowing gold royal robes stood Princess Olyinci Regiaz, current head of the Royal Military. Her similarly white skin was tinged with blue at the edges of her ears, nose, fingers, and horns. Said horns were moulded to go back over her silver hair before coming up in a ‘U’-like shape. The ends of her long hair was tied up neatly at the bottom of the U and gold tassels hung from the knots.
Her jade green eyes roved over the crowd like a bird of prey looking for any sign of danger. This whole endeavor had been the King’s idea. Show face and see if the Colonials had anything of value to offer. Dutchess Meylr highly doubted it but Princess Olyinci had insisted. Now however it looked like she was regretting that decision.
She couldn’t blame her, they were in the nest of their so called enemies and couldn’t bring any of their weapons and had to keep their magic in check, lest they be dragged out by Xeno Males. Something across the room however caught both their eyes. How couldn’t it, floating into the room came three large obelisk shaped blue crystals. The creatures silently moved through the crowd of alien delegates before stopping somewhere to the center right of the room.
Andracken Delegation
Teo gazed upon the assorted delegates. Their forms organic and unique in every way. Organisms that now stared at her which made her feel like the skin of her avatar was shifting. Running a quick diagnostic she found no issue with the perfect surface of her crystalline form.
Her avatar for the event was a scaled down version of her true self. Smaller crystals floated around decoratively as she silently floated amongst a sea of carbon based lifeforms. To her flanks were two Andracken ‘guards’. They weren’t soldiers forms, just regular Andracken contracts to give the appearance that she hadn’t come alone. Teo wasn’t worried as this was an avatar, and the Union had promised to ensure peace at the event.
Scanning the crowd she pulled up the numerous files of all the people in attendance. Hopefully she didn’t catch the eire of some alien that had been involved in the destruction of her previous home. Or any that she may have unknowingly trampled during her current actions. She did however look for the Carnathian representative, if they had shown up. Teo hoped she could find out if the crew of that freighter she had rescued was doing alright.
Taros - Infinite Dominion
Beep-Beep
The young Imperator let out a deep sigh and turned forwards at his desk, pressing a finger flat against the green button on the holo-display. Immediatley, a small, purple, and three-dimensional hologram appeared, standing no taller than his holographic computer's screen just to the left. The figure wore a long flowing dress, her hair down past her shoulders, and her sharp jawline contrasting with the softness of her eyes only brought on by age and experience.
"Keroth," she spoke, her voice slightly twinged with the granulation brought by long-distance holocalls. "I have almost arrived at the Silver Cradle. Do not do anything stupid or reckless while I am gone, lest I have your head," Meralth chuckled, her harsh words giving way to a smile.
Ezekiel returned the smile, and nodded, "I will not, Vakorian. May The Almighty bless, and give good luck. Hopefully this conference goes far cheerier than your last diplomatic meeting, aye?"
"Indeed, we can hope. With the security i've heard of, there will certainly be no-one trying to kill me unless a Dreft sneaks through somehow."
She paused.
"We will be entering the area and preparing to dock soon. I must go. Ave Imperator, Boy."
"Ave Imperator, Meralth," he scoffed, shaking his head. She must always leave as soon as they actually begin to converse. What a shame.
No matter, he told himself, and pressed the button. With a flash, her figure disappeared, and he was alone once again, left to nought but his thoughts....
Silver Cradle - Union of Worlds
The sights and sounds around Meralth were oddly upbeat, compared to the dreary boringness of conferences and meetings she had been used to. There was tension in the air- she could almost taste it- but the colours were far brighter, people had a bounce to their steps. It was quite frankly, infectious. In the first few minutes of being in the area, her normal depressed demeanor and the distance in her eyes was replaced with a solemn smile, and a twinge of hope that maybe this would go well, for a chance.
She wore her hair down, the dark brown silkiness flowing from the top of her head just down past her shoulders, strands of it flopping annoyingly into her face as she pushed it back into line; she wishes she had put it up into a bun, or some sort of band.
Her green eyes accented the brown nicely, almost seeming to give off a soft, radiant glow in the shine of the lights overhead.
Falling down almost to the floor was her dress of choice, and intricate lattice of deep purples, greyish whites, and weaved with patterns of gold, marking symbols of the Star, House Vakorian, The Imperium, and more recently added on, golden symbols of the Dominion weaved in.
On her hands she wore a pair of long gloves, the dark purple mixed with the purplish off-white contrasting with her deep bronze skin, but matching with the dress quite nicely. Her shoes were relatively short heels, with the same purple and off-white colours as before, each with a purple crystal- most likely artificial- implanted into the top.
One of her gloved hands carried a glass with some sort of orange drink in it; she hadn't tasted it yet, deciding to hold onto it for later when any processions or side conversations may begin. For now, she waited; standing off to the side as to not be in anyone's way.
Selenican Delegation
As the historians have studied across many people's cultures and histories, summits like this were exceptionally rare. Any chance to form a peaceful relationship with any number of powers would be lovingly snatched up and taken by the Selenicans, thus it was decided to send two of their strongest diplomats to this event. Selene, chosen for her stellar performance with the Columen Artificialis deal, and Klara, chosen for the swift and calculated gathering of Brightstone and half of the Sjkevelal system, thought lost to most else. No one was idiotic enough to risk the ire of the Union of Worlds or even the galactic stage at large, so no weapons, armed landers, or warships accompanied the women as they arrived to the Silver Cradle.
Silver Cradle - UoW
The arrival of the two was reported back home, safely conducted and mostly uneventful, it was to be a majestic experience.
"Selene?" Klara asks, dressed in her finest white attire, resembling a somewhat tight dress with gold trimming and patterning on it, a jeweled bracelet on her left arm with a next-to-perfect cut topaz in it.
"Yes?" Selene would reply, anxious as to the upcoming meeting. Her dress would be of similar style and sense, though a maroon instead of white, a brass instead of gold, an onyx of similar craft in her bracelet. Matched with Selene's naturally leusistic complexion, this matched the colors of the Selenican flag. No doubt a purposeful inclusion. "These outfits are so...garish."
"Well, I was about to say something about that. I wonder if all this splendor is needed, really." the younger serpent would reply.
"Most of these powers haven't ever seen us in-person, apparently Selia thought it would be good PR to send us out like this."
"Well, whatever the case, this place is utterly amazing. Haven't seen anything like it!"
Indeed, the Silver Cradle was most unlike the boring and drab offices and meeting rooms at home. It was a vibrant event, something worth photographing or recording and holding for the ages, if the equipment wasn't to be confiscated. The two serpentine women both carried with them a bag, neutral grey in color, which held any number of fineries that may be called for. None of this kind of grandeur was present back in the Selenican Republic, nor was there any words to describe the utter euphoria the women experienced in this place.
However, despite the near child-like joy which the Selenicans were experiencing, none were unaware of the tension. Orilla? Them of all people coming to a SAGA-hosted event? Truly, this must be something worth recording for the ages.
Vahnnan Delegation
The Vahnnans made good use of the 5-delegate limit imposed on all parties set to participate in the event. If it were up to Vianni Dendrook the Vahnnan delegation would've only included herself, her aide, and the representative of House Hoshann. However, the heir apparent was promptly overruled by her parents on the matter, said individuals stating that it was a matter of "security" and that she shouldn't "waltz around unattended". As such not only is she accompanied by her aide and the (somewhat) insufferable Karsha Strel of House Hoshann, she's also shadowed by a pair of bodyguards - always within a few meters of herself, always sweeping the floor with their hawk-like gazes.
It's a waste of manpower and effort, honestly. Yes, leaning towards CONA on the galactic spectrum does paint a target on their backs, but Vianni has little to worry about after witnessing some of the measures put in place by the Union of Worlds. With their safety practically guaranteed, her parents need not worry about their heir.
Granted, perhaps the guards were requested by Karsha rather than her parents. He's arrogant and sly, befitting of nearly every stereotype that seems to cling to nobility like a plague to a rodent. Yes, perhaps the guards are moreso for his own personal feeling of protection, rather than her own. It's all fine and dandy in the end.
The Vahnnans are perhaps some of the simplest-dressed individuals present at the event; their guards have traded their ceremonial armor and accompanying pomp for more suitable suits of an azure blue paired with pants of a darker blue. Angular shoulders and slightly-elevated boots couple with their passive expressions and simple cybernetics to give them a look not too dissimilar to some manner of corporate personnel. They walk with their hands clasped behind their backs and with precise movements, obviously intent to do their job to the best of their abilities despite the sheer lack of threats to face.
Vianni's aide is dressed in a similar, albeit smoother and less crisp, suit of a deep purple, his black hair combed to one side. He stands beside his superior with a pleasant smile on his face, listening with false attention to Karsha as the noble drones on about some silly subject only Karsha could possibly be interested in; why Hoshann chose to send him is by far the greatest mystery of the day. Karsha himself dons a turquoise and teal pinstripe suit, his hands gesturing as wildly as his bushy mustache wiggles, the black hair atop his head shaved down practically to nothing.
Rounding off the group of 3-foot aquatics, Vianni is dressed in a buttoned coat whose sides trail down and down, flaring out and ending at her ankles; a more elegant and stylish take on the classic trenchcoat, partnered with high-rising boots and elbow-length gloves. Her color palette is duller than her companions - her coat a dark shade of grey, her other articles a more charcoal-y hue - though the energy in her eyes more than makes up for it. Her wavy locks are less refined and rigid than the others, instead descending over her shoulders and halting at her waist. Only a single blot mars the smooth fabrics of her coat, an emblem of her House, and by extension her connection to the VFS.
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"-and so you see, I had to acquire such a specimen. Think of its presence, of the impact it'd have on the room! My, I believe it really would spruce up the gallery; now if Lady Hoshann would only let me install another tank into the walls..." Even Vianni's aide begins to tune out Karsha's rambling as the Vahnnan delegation enters the main hall, both the guards and the delegates eyeing those present. It's an intriguing mixture of foreign and familiar, a mixture bound for interesting results and, hopefully, well-timed progress.
Vianni can't help but feel her tail curl around her leg, a sign of her slowly-rising anxiety; she can only hope her face doesn't betray that same emotion.
Imperial palace - Red Bulwark
The Imaginarium had truly gifted them. The priority for a connection to the ancnet was to establish connections of high importance, such as those wired directly to the emperor himself. The news ran through his mind like a string in a mill, running past a labyrinth of thought processes tens of kilometres in diameter as he evaluated what he saw.
Of course, He'd already brought attention to the empire's existence, but this meeting would be both a teaching and learning experience. Such a gathering of high importance would be a foolish thing to miss if they were to ever connect to this galactic community. It was also a perfect opportunity to introduce himself; he'd seen that there were certainly beings more exotic than himself, so he was confident his rather odd presence would be accepted. But he couldn't go along by himself, that would be pitiful, yet he knew not the risks of bringing his most important staff.
For once however, he swallowed his doubts, skimmed over his list of personnel, and made a choice.
Silver Cradle - UoW
Even among the many varied and mismatched ships of the delegates sitting quietly in the heavily secure docking rigs, one was particularly garish. A ship of black and gold, a kilometre long, aggressively occupying its surroundings with spires and symbolism. Its etched gold-plated hull merely echoed the ego of the being that owned it, and its thousands of deckhands and officers sat and waited, hoping for this event to go as planned.
There were a few setbacks before Vulkan stepped through the doors. Not least of all he had to bring forth megalodon as a hologram in drone form, and so said drone was promptly completely disassembled and rebuilt to assure it wasn't anything to be concerned about. Vulkan himself was also an oddity; being mostly just molten metal made thorough scans rather tricky, but, after suggesting ultrasound, the Emperor was given an uneasy pass.
Partly to make sure he didn't seem paranoid, he brought along the High General Kiristine and the dictator for sector 01 Kyra Vance.
Vulkan approached the venue with his usual demeanour, though his obsidian 'skin' had been vaguely shaped to resemble a suit in this case, a figure he was sure would be appreciated as a formality. He wore a slightly less potent rendition of his usual crown, settling for something resembling a tiara more than anything else and perhaps just subtly tried to emphasize the molten glow from the gaps between his joints, which sparked the occasional ember to drift upward.
Megalodon was in her usual avatar's attire, while the old, Joweled general wore his ceremonial uniform, the sash on his chest covered in medals that would be meaningless to outsiders, but that he'd be all to happy to explain as the solid gold charge on his cap glinted as he walked. Alongside him was a younger looking woman, within her middle age. She wore a red dress somewhat like Megalodon's, though with a far longer skirt, and gold trims complemented by black furred gloves and, oddly enough, a beret.
Vulkan's delegation would likely catch a few gazes, and Vulkan expected this, he knew not a single one of these people, their ambitions or gripes, so now was the time for learning, they stepped down, vulkan displaying a pleased expression as the rest smiled their ways along, eager to greet the first of those who would greet them...
The Union’s invitation had not been wasted on the Nucleans, quickly making its way to Overseer Ala, who had elected to attend herself. This was to be her first major diplomatic action as the leader of the Ancerious sector, and she intended to make the most of it. Perhaps even cooler heads might prevail, and the war could be at least partially deescalated. She didn’t expect to get too far along that avenue, at least from one meeting, but there was hope that it could be a start.
Half a day prior to the conference, a single Focal-class supercruiser had unceremoniously materialized out of FTL nearby one of the designated arrival areas within the Mirach system, much to the alarm and annoyance of many of the smaller dignitary vessels in proximity to it. While many of the attendees had chosen to arrive in small luxury yachts or similar vessels, Ala had been convinced by Fleetmaster Serran to borrow one of Misya Elim’s garrison vessels for the occasion. Even now Serran waited on the capital megastructure, sipping a cup of devka and chuckling at the thought that if nothing else came of this meeting, the Ecumene’s presence would have reminded everyone else of their preeminence within the galactic northwest...or at least the Tuvian and Umarian sectors.
For her part, Ala eagerly had stood within the vessel’s bridge for the journey, looking around with fascination at the transformed Mirach system. It was not long ago that this had been the site of the first battle of the Second Ancerious War. Which made it a fitting location in her eyes, for the site of the first conference that could keep the current war from escalating as the previous one had.
The supercruiser had quickly arrived at its anchoring point, having requested a position near the edge of the parking area, where its great mass wouldn’t be in the way. From one of the radial bays on the rear third of the ship, a small chrome shuttle emerged, quickly accelerating on its gravitic engines to the Silver Cradle. As soon as it landed, the Nuclean Overseer had stepped off, unescorted. She was dressed in robes of royal blue silken smart cloth, with thin silver lines forming a geometric pattern on her back. She had gladly submitted to the security screenings, carrying no weapons as requested. Instead, woven into her robes were a variety of electronics and other systems, that would monitor her status and even provide limited protection against certain weapons.
She had spent much of the time prior to the event chatting with various delegates and enjoying the parks around the former AGA headquarters, making her way back inside as the events began. As soon as the event had officially started, she began making a beeline for the Union Prime Minister, eager to formally meet the leader of one of the Ecumene's longest allies in the galaxy. Approaching him and the FRK delegate, she smiled “Prime Minister Eiasten” she said, calling him by his surname in the rather odd manner customary to many of the galactic nations “I am pleased to finally have the chance to meet you, and congratulate you on such a splendid idea as this peace conference.”
Echotian Delegation- Silver Cradle
The open invitation to the Silver Cradle did not go unnoticed by the United Echotian Empire, with many of House Valour volunteering themselves to represent the Empire on the galactic stage once more. Though many were considered, the final roster of representatives momentarily turned nation-wide attention away from the war.
A single luxury corvette would be their chariot, arriving ceremoniously on wings of crackling purple lightning. While this vessel had been stripped of its weapons, it still held its disposition of a valiant knight in armour. Proud, unperturbed, much like the Echotians it carried.
First and foremost, the presence of Owex Tsu’tan, the KingsChampion, was enough to draw the attention of the vast majority of the Empire. Apart from visiting Val’Torel in its early years, Owex had not left Estanix since the Thraxxian rule began.
An Echo well into his years, Owex was a rare sight; clad in his silver plate armour and resplendent crown, he towered at nearly eight feet tall. His wizened features crossed with the scars of many battles, and his eyes were deep and knowing. To even stand in his presence made the other Echo representatives a little awestruck, but they remained professional all the same.
Accompanying the KingsChampion to this momentous occasion were the two Princes of House Valour, Taox Voll and O’dira Koval. While they did not yet hold the mantle of House Kings, they both held considerable sway over House Valour. Their presence here would be a test of their skill, as well as allow them to gain more influence in the galactic community. The location could not be more opportune, and neither of them would waste the chance.
Adorned in their own House Valour uniforms, the Princes each wore their own variant of white cloak, as well as a brow ornament like that of a stylized set of silver laurels.
Arriving at the venue, and passing through the numerous pat-downs and scans without incident, the two Princes and their KingsChampion made their way to the main convention hall, high spirited and ready to scope out the other attendees.
Prima Stella, Killian Verge.
"Main body status, Scutum" Lillians voice echoed through the chambers of her station, a bunch of holographic screens in front of her at the time.
"Main body charged, no anomalies detected." The metallic, empty voice groaned. Suddenly, a message had appeared before both the AI.
"Oh, interesting, new message. Let's see what's inside..... Oh hell YES! Scutum, ready outfit Alpha, this body is going places, WOOOOOOOO!"
Silver Cradle, UoW
Lillian acted quickly once the invitation to the galaxy had been sent out. Her main, most precious body, the body that represented her was going to present itself to such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She hated the war, and she wanted to see it end, and something like this is something she could absolutely not refuse to go to.
Her hair and was a beautiful black, being fully groomed for and softened for the occasion. Her choice of clothing was a cobalt blue base dress, a vibrant, yet dark scheme with it, with stripes of black, and a small part of white, a pair of high heels, going a dark cobalt to mix well with her dress, a bracelet, black beads with a symbol resembling the one on her hand, a beautiful jewel necklace, with a symbol of infinity at its center, in it, embedded several rare metals, all shaped like quartz. Finally, her hair was in a braided chignon, her usually long hair all being condensed into the hairstyle.
Lillian wanted to be as diplomatic as possible, and so, she only brought a big, luxury diplomatic vessel, with basically no offensive capabilities. Of course, back at home, defense was at an all time high, as she didn't want an invasion meanwhile her main body was here. The sight of the supercruiser was amusing to her, although she understood the concern.
Getting through security was a breeze. They asked a couple of questions about her unusual readings due to her body, but explained to security what her body was exactly, and even let them inspect it on a deeper level. She had nothing to hide, however, she had no weapons on this body, but still had skills enough to be able to defend herself and others incase things went south, this was a meeting of opposing factions, after all.
Once she got through, it was a whole different world. Vibrant, lively, full of people, diplomats from all over, all dressed in all kinds of clothes and outfits, and she enjoyed it a lot. Being relatively new to the galaxy, no one gave her that much attention, even for being a national leader, but, she enjoyed it nonetheless. Her body language gave off the aura of someone intelligent, sophisticated, wise, and yet, kind, warm and caring. She came alone, no drones, no bodyguard mechs, just her mind and body, and she preferred it that way.
Taking a good look at the crowd, it was clear that there were bound to be some friendly faces, she had made some alliances after all, and this was a golden opportunity for her to just be able to socialize and interact given her mostly lonely life, after all. It was time for her to look around.
The Crucible, Svarthan Capital
The message from the Union of World was met with a great deal of hope and admiration among the Svarthan. After all, such a gathering would be excellent to not only meet many new faces and make new associations, but also to hopefully begin talks of new trade routes and mining operations in conjunction or simply close to other polities. Since it is being hosted by the Unions head of state, CTO Diorvud decides that they will personally attend the event. Their only company will be two MHEA Juggernauts, specially modified for this task by having all their weapons removed and replaced with ECM and other non lethal non aggressive methods of defense such as large hydraulic arms to restrain attackers, and extra armor layered on to their already tank like bodies. Once this task is complete, with the juggernauts having been chosen for calm demeanors, ease of diffusing tense situations in their units, and a generally friendly disposition the Chief Trust Officer departs.
Silver Cradle, Union of Worlds
Unlike many of the other delegations that arrived in grand ships or luxurious yachts, the ship of the Svarthan at first seems to be there by mistake. It is a comparatively tiny thing, with an Orion-Medusa drive pushing and pulling it along on single digit kiloton explosions. It does not even bear significant decoration, apart from a lovingly painted mural depicting what appears to be a mining operation of some sort that encases its main habitational hull. However even with its lack of splendor it is clear that the ship is lovingly maintained and cared for. Its paint shines as if brand new, coated in a layer of protective sealant that gives it a slight glint in the darkness of space. Its exposed metallic components are polished to a mirror shine, and move as if they were greased not 5 minutes ago. Everything about the vessel speaks to a comparatively ancient craft given the highest level of care, much like a vintage car.
Assuming the ship is not immediately blown up for its arsenal of propulsive nuclear explosives, it carefully maneuvers its way to a docking point, its small size and fairly slender design making it a fairly easy task using its nuclear thrusters.
Once successfully at rest, Diorvud exits the craft flanked by his guards, and allows the group to be scanned.
The CTO looks downright plain compared to most of the other delegates present. Their body is of the average Svarthan length of eight feet, and reaches four in height with their mechanical shell. It seems all their augments are specialized around their current profession, with numerous fine manipulator limbs, automatic stenography machines, stamps, seal makers, and other such details needed to work behind a desk approving papers all day, not to mention the usual drones which are currently inactive. Unusually enough for Svarthan, Diorvud is actually “wearing” something that could be considered clothing, rather than just their modifications. Draped diagonally over their shell and held in place my magnets is a long gray and green sash, much like the flag of the Trust. It has a few pins of their office which bear the Svarthan sigil, but also some that seem to just be there for decoration and nothing else.
The Juggernauts on the other hand are far more impressive. Each stands at a height of 7 feet, with a length of 14, most of which seems to be their heavy black, angular composite armor shells. Even their drones are heavily armored with tough armored bodies that hide within the car sized beings. Scans of their internals reveal that there is almost nothing organic left of them, really just the nervous system, and other internal organs, most of which are also partially cybernetic. They have an internal fusion reactor, but no way to vent the plasma as a weapon. They also have numerous non harming defense systems, such as ECM, restraining arms, and the like, hopefully none of which will bar their entry.
Once inside the event, the group of 3 casually mills about chatting up anyone who cares to listen, but not doing much else at the moment.
Silver Cradle - Union of Worlds
Initially, they had no plans to show.
The kel'thulians grew more bitter and fell deeper into the whirlpool of anticolonialism day by day, while their citizens pushed and fought back against it. Things weren't going great. Eventually, however, after some sleazy deals and bribes, a few members of the Kel'thulian Free Ancerious Party, the main advocate for anti-CONA sentiment within the government, were able to secure a ride to the Silver Cradle.
They arrived on a basic dropship, sleek and cerulean with glowing radiators placed to mimic eyes of some sort. The three that arrived had undergone genetic modification to let their bodies function in oxygenated atmosphere prior to showing up at the event, allowing them to enter without their signature breathing masks in hopes it would make them seem less threatening. It was an odd sensation to them, to be sure.
Ka'li'bo, the de-facto leader of the trio, wore the same flowing cerulean and orange-gold robes that most politicians and diplomats did with a patch of their party sewn in; he and his entourage were no different. His robes, however, were adorned with splashes of golden olive branches, splayed across the folds and ripples like gilden waves in an ocean. His comrades, It'la'ma and Yu'bi'lo respectively, followed behind him as they entered the main area of the event, having put a thick patch of tape over where their claws would extend from as a gesture of docility.
Hopefully they could garner support for the broiling and smoldering civil war that they were laying the foundation for within their nation, and save many lives from being extinguished.
Inoxa System, Unanimity Space
The Artificia were not usually a people for overt diplomatic showings. It was seen as too big a risk, too dangerous to attend. Not only from the other participants, in Sameh's eyes at least, but from outsiders; events like that were a target.
Unfortunately, this social and political introversion had kept High Diplomat Koril cooped up in Unanimity space for too long, and she had grown restless. Immediately after the Union announced the invitation, Koril had contacted Sameh, pleading to go. Initially, Sameh had refused, citing it being too dangerous among a list of other, mostly spontaneous reasons.
Hours of argument had passed, until Koril had asked one thing Sameh had been unable to answer;
"What is the point of a diplomat you never use?"
Alongside calling Sameh a daft woman.
Begrudgingly, Sameh had finally accepted, though she sent Major Valka as a bodyguard. Koril had been delighted.
Silver Cradle, Union of Worlds
As such, it was perhaps to the surprise of some that the Artificia had answered the invitation, some had supposed their receiving the invite to be more out of courtesy than any expectation. They were, to an admittedly rapidly reducing degree given Admiral Tehno's presence in Capitol space, a neutral party in this war. They were a colonial yet they had not thrown their lot in with SAGA, at least not yet, even if their old allies were all there. They did not, however, agree nearly enough with the goals of CONA to side with it, either. They were unwilling to endanger themselves beyond what they saw as necessary, and currently hurling themselves into the midst of such a conflict was not seen as necessary.
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Regardless, they came, showing restraint in what came to the megastructure, though the full escort was substantially larger than what ultimately arrived in the system that housed the Cradle.
Valka was dressed in a sharp AUTA dress uniform, given a few extra adornments to make it look more befitting of such an event, proudly displaying his rank and an assortment of medals and badges displaying his past heroics in wars that did not concern this galaxy. It was hardly enough to cover an entire breast, unlike the generals of small nations that hadn't seen a proper war in half a century, but enough to certainly feel proud of. Valka kept his hands, for the time being, clasped behind his back, and had accepted the security checks with a professional quiet. As much as he had wanted to take a gun, not trusting so many foreigners and so many they were far from friends with with the safety of his charge, he had not wanted to cause a scene over his own mistrust.
Koril, for her part, was vastly different. Clad in a beautifully decorated, multi-layered kimono she had bought from the Ingenious, assorted jewelery and her hair tied into a large bun behind her clean hime cut, were it not for the emblems of the Unanimity she wore and her pink hardlight visage it would not have been amiss to think her a diplomat of the Jade Empire. Koril had accepted the security measures with a beaming smile, having never intended to cause a scene to begin with.
For the immediate moment, the Artificia veered out of their way to speak to no-one, Valka keeping close to Koril and Koril, for the time being, content to bask in the self-perceived warm energy of the event.
She had after all, though she would never admit it, wanted to come for social reasons, diplomatic chances being a bonus.
The United Federation of Free Nations was new to the wider Ancerious galaxy. Searching for ways to get a handle of the current war, which sides were which, who to possibly support. At word of a diplomatic summit the time was nigh, it was their opportunity.
"I know the risks, I lived through the last summit. All due respect your exalted councilmembers, but go fuck yourself. I am going to this summit, and you can not stop me from a different universe. Our standing in this new strange land require allies, not isolation." The grizzled old man cut the feed. The screen whisking away to show the backdrop of a swirling black hole. He turned, and spoke. "The Union of Worlds is not far from us. Prepare my vessel, and the shuttle. Get me Clara Harlay, and two of my best marines."
UoW Silver Cradle:
A group of four. Military commander Henry Solomon, chief diplomat Clara Harlay, and two large men dressed in their dress uniforms. Clara wore a fine, but relatively modest and simple dress. Her black hair carried down. While Solomon wore a form fitting white dress uniform, it's accents in purple. A golden five star badge above his left breast, but the many medals of other generals of both his own nation, and others were absent. The man saw them as a waste of time. The group of four seemed to be sitting at one of the many table. The three uniformed men looking rather nervious, while Clara was looking around the various people attending with a smile. The Artificoa diplomat Koril in particular catching her eye due to her appearance alone. She would wait for someone to approach her, or until she worked up the courage to go talk to someone else.
Meta-Sax Delegation
Debate had been brief within the Consensus on whom to send to such an auspicious event. Historically, these things tended to come with a variety of intrigues so the collective was hesitant due to their small numbers.
Whoever went would have to follow in the foot steps of The Greats who formed the original Confederation and all the political entities that followed. The ones who negotiated between the regional hyperpowers. The ones who walked tall amongst giants.
...Unfortunately, Clade Ladon did not have a resident of such caliber. Nor did any of them particularly expect to do astonishingly well in such a situation. Plus, the restriction on weapons may translate to a "please demote your biology" if taken to its extreme end, which would be tricky to navigate.
Instead, a vila qai was offered the choice to go, which was eagerly accepted. Yaninimi was one of a few sophont-level artificially crafted living beings among the Clade; the child-mind of the L&R division of bioships, Yaninimi was seen as gifted enough as a person to meet the needs of the summit, without presenting a threat or challenge to the delegations and their conditions.
Self-designated and presenting as male, Yani was green in skin tone, with human biological features and shaggy hair. His clothing was ceremonial in nature, with detailed etchings made by himself that represented the 'tonal shifts' of the biosphere within Ladon that Yani monitored. His eyes had heterochromatic features, with the inner eye a galaxy of golds and the outer iris a garden of greens.
It was exciting, blindingly so, to be allowed the honor of representing the Clade. Every bit as much a Saxheelian as one of the greater minds, Yani never the less did not imagine he would be in a position to affect things so greatly.
He'd carefully learned the major languages and cultures that would be present, and his arrival was full of friendliness and polite affect.
"This will be perfect."
Vaplana
The Vaplanan Queen had practically cried when the Union’s invitation arrived out of delight and frustration. Any hope of bringing peace ever closer to the warring factions in the Galaxy was such a warm welcome, however, Queen Fidelia was to be personally hosting a crucial diplomatic meeting when the Union’s event was to go ahead. She could not postpone it in any way, lest she causes offense, so she, unfortunately, could not attend. However, she could send someone in her place…
Hence why Prime Minister Malax Wickford found himself begrudgingly boarding a shuttle to take him to the Silver Cradle. He was so busy managing his investigation into the VDL still, but he couldn’t say no to Fidelia when she had practically thrown herself at his feet begging him to go on her behalf. As Vaplana’s second head of state on equal diplomatic footing as The Queen, he was the perfect alternative. He would just have to make it quick so he could return to oversee the investigation as soon as possible.
He purposely kept his party small, not wishing to make things unnecessarily complicated. The only person he needed by his side was his aide and nephew, Brian. It would be a good teaching opportunity for the young man to mingle with the political elite of the galaxy in a safe and controlled environment. Brian had been hinting that they needed to have something other than the investigation to do anyway.
Silver Cradle, Union of Worlds
The pair had arrived in good time, the journey was short and uneventful. Even more so was the security. Brian was a little shocked, having never left peaceful Vaplana, but Vaplana’s reputation meant they were not subjected to more extreme searches. Not that they were bringing anything inside more dangerous than a fountain pen, of course.
The pair fit in well among the other well-dressed delegates. Malax was wearing a regency-style jacket with tails in his signature deep green shade. He wore his collar high to frame his green cravat. This was not the style currently in fashion back home, but the old man had never been one to follow the trends.
Brian was dressed much more simply, sporting tight black trousers, a plain cream shirt, and a deep green waistcoat on the top. This too was not exactly representative of Vaplana’s current fashionable style but was much more accepted as a classic business style that never really fully fell out of favour.
There were people gathered here from both sides of the conflict, which was good to see. Malax hoped this would make the progress towards peace easier to achieve. Being neutral, however, he found himself quickly being drawn to several representatives he recognised from some fellow neutral unaligned. Some easy and polite conversation would do them no harm until the event officially began, although the itch to keep checking his PDA for updates was ever-present.
As you clearly understand, the Nullwyld dynasty has proven less than capable through the actions of your siblings. We expect nothing but sucess in this diplomatic mission, failure to meet those standards will have consequences on the position of your bloodline. Do not fail us, for their sake, and your own
Such was the message relayed to Xovia, tearing the Pureblood away from her assignment on the other side of the Galaxy. The threat was clear, one of her brothers had returned from an research expedition with a butchered fleet and legions of Homunculi lost. The other was still fighting against Eos in an Ancerium-fuel system, barely scraping by thanks to the aid of allies of circumstance. Though relationships with the Meta Sax had been established, and thus given them considerable political advantages. Ultimately that was a fleeting moment of relief, one that would be buried underneath any gaffe that could occur here
Xovia felt no fear at the possibility of failure, simply because it couldn't ever occur.
The vessel slowly approached the meeting point, there was reason to rush after all, and show oneself as desperate. Every few moments information from Unbroken agents parsing through the Ancnet came back. Data on the delegates, the histories of their species, empires. Any biological or psychological quirks to take care off. Libraries of data poured into the Alpha AI of the Pleasure Barge, before they were scrubbed for valuable info and passed down to Xovia. The Pureblood sat in the command throne of her Pleasure Barge, sipping on fresh crimson sustenance provided by one of the Homunculi attendants. Idily she absorbed the flow of data through her implants, remebering only what would be relevant. The Galaxy was chockfull of life, yet only so much of it was worth knowing about.
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From the outside the Pureblood appeared human, atleast in the shape of her body. Though not much could be gleamed from her diplomatic outfit, which obfuscated nearly all details. Ultimately the new form of mankind would be offputing to less open-minded species. As such it was tradition to hide one's self until closer relations were established. Every patch of skin was covered by a layer of a porcelain-like plastic, one that was covered with text written in the True Script, detailing the history of the Nullwyld dynasty. Her visage itself was hidden underneath a clean white mask devoid of any features except for the runic representation of her name.
Utvrda System, Loyalist HQ
As war was waged in and around Aedleshaven and in the wider galaxy alike, news from the front lines were starting to reach SCUM Loyalists.
And the news was grim when it concerned their own troops who had ventured out into the galaxy to support Orillians, a move which some look to as a mistake in retrospect.
Despite it being impossible to tell who was winning, they couldn’t afford to stick by those who would let their own allies be nuked without repercussions.
So, when Leo and his advisory council had heard about the diplomatic conference in UoW space, they were all too eager to send someone to attend and at least seek out what the general consensus was when it came to escalation, how they felt about the war and if they could potentially find a way to keep a back door open to SAGA nations in case this war ends sooner than what was hoped.
While various dignitaries, state officials and nobles alike gathered from all over the galaxy to participate in the event, Loyalists found themselves struggling to come up with a way to send one of their own to attend, as sending an official representative was out of the question, and they couldn't simply sneak in together with the press as they weren’t allowed in. After some debate it was concluded that the best course of action would be to sneak in a trusted person in someone else’s team of diplomats who would go on to do their own thing as soon as they could split off from the group.
Eventually they managed to find a suitable target for this in the form of one of the CONA factions, Farock Republic, that has a long-known problem with high level corruption, and organised crime, making it relatively simple to secure a spot of a lowly aide to one of the representatives going to Silver Cradle with simple bribery, with funds ironically acquired from Orillia.
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Silver Cradle, Union of Worlds
It had been a risky move, but it all seemed to pay off in the end when his ship, F.R.S. “Gift” had docked and he was finally allowed into the event proper after passing security checks without any issues. The personnel were quite polite, and he didn’t intend to bring anything in either way- he wasn’t stupid, and the mission was purely diplomatic.
Niko was average height, his hair cut short with some of it missing from a small scar near his left ear from an accident when he was little. Dressed quite simply in a bespoke burgundy smoking jacket like the rest of his ‘colleagues’ from Farock with a black tie around his neck, he quickly informed his benefactor, Shavil, who simply nodded and informed him to be there along with others when time came for dinner.
Thus formally free from being watched over, Niko decided to go around, trying to note down who all chose to attend this event and where they were before approaching any of them. Getting a moment alone with a high ranking SAGA official is among the stuff on his to-do list, but for now that would prove far too difficult, so perhaps later.
He froze for a second when he saw the Orillian representative in the distance, before recomposing himself. They couldn’t have the slightest idea who he really was or who sent him, so there was nothing to worry about…
SILVER CRADLE
The Zetyans had never planned to show.
Even if they wanted to, they couldn't have. Back home, their politics were in shambles, and right now their focus was on making sure they didn't go kaput-no time for assuaging their allies, let alone coming to a meeting promoted by the figurehead of their enemy. Their own problem to solve. It, along with other reasons, was why Fg'han Y'hola, rising star of the diplomatic corps in the Clanholds, was here.
Actually, it was especially why he was here.
Dillusionment was a hell of a drug-especially when it was handed to you on a platter by a cryptid and a zombie, right after being kidnapped. His friends knew his predicament roughly, but they didn't know the full secret, not yet. That's why he didn't inform them he was coming here; right now, they thought he was at the ICA embassy many systems away, doing damage control so their allies didn't get too worried. He didn't even arrive on his own vessel; he hitchhikered on though a shuttle belonging to someone forgettable, and from the moment he stepped off the docking bay he made sure to keep his head down-not easy when wearing a three-piece.
He had a bucketlist of what to talk about, but his problem was of who to talk to. Setting up connections, that would be the easy part-he did it every day. It was knowing who to do it with that was hard. Sure, he could always just go through the big four or five figureheads and hope they didn't just laugh in his face, but it was always the littler guys who had the bigger impact. He knew a few names, tangential contact-Vaplana, Bulwark, Janar were the ones he paid attention to-but anything and everything was worth pursuing. According to word of mouth, the Kel's were starting to reconsider allegiances too-worth having a chat with them. He would need every string he could pull-anything to get his country out of the shit they were sinking into.
...Of all the things to murder half their political board over, Vol'nisa chose technology. If he was that shortsighted...
No time to reminisce. His eyes flicked about as he meandered through the convention, looking for names, faces, flags. His search was on, and he'd either come home with full hands or no hands at all.
Ka'thog lumbered into the main chamber,footsteps which would have normally echoed across the whole room were now no less quiet than the gentle fall of a leaf.
This was deliberate,as the creature wished to maintain a low profile,or atleast as low as was possible for a towering juggernaut made of pure nightstone and raw Psion stuff. Still,he'd already made it past what he figured to have been the hardest roadblock,that being the scrutiny and investigation beforehand.
Unsurprisingly,the process of approval was not easy for a creature whose whole body counted as a weapon and looked as if naught but murder filled its mind. Even now he could only guess the eyes of those charged with security were watching him with great care. He did not blame them,he simply couldn't. This assembly was,to put it mildly,ridiculously risky in terms of safety. Had he been in the soldier's shoes,there'd have been little doubt in denying his own entry without hesitation.
Still,the universe had proven merciful,he was inside. Already he could make out the visual queues of nations he recognized,both fondly and less so. As his gaze washed over the crowds,one figure stood out in particular for but a moment,almost familiar waves of thought poured from its silhouette,reminding him of an encounter whose details he could not quite put together in that instant.
A trick of the mind,he figured,even he had his limits after all the ceaseless work that had to be fulfilled recently,too much responsibility,too much planning and thinking.
The lithorian resigned himself to a far off corner,he did not intend to give any speeches on this day,but be merely an observer. Truth be told,he hardly had to come in the first place.
The Lithorian Collective had ties to both CONA and SAGA,enforcing a neutral stance that nobody of importance even questioned. To add on to this,Ka'thog did not believe for a second any kind of deescalation could actually be achieved. With strategic weapons fully planned or deployed,the stakes had been raised too much. Still,even if this meeting would probably end poorly,perhaps disastrously,there was no doubt that what occurred here would change the course of history. This was why they could not afford to miss it. Whether or not he had to attend in person,or by proxy of psionic avatar to be more precise,was another matter. Having Uq'eik handle things was becoming a bit of a habit,one which he hoped to break out of. There was no doubt the little thing was skilled,but its successes were raising serious concern from the ranks of the Jingos,they could upset the balance if left unchecked.
Even more so,he was the Grand Hexarch,political leader of the Collective,remaining isolated and cooped up in the Austral Expanse was not an option. He had to travel,interact,build up a bit of publicity. Besides,his own diplomatic skills weren't too shabby either,he had handled the talks with ICA well enough...
Realization hit him. That's why that figure looked so familliar. It had the same air about it as the Zetyan delegate,Fg'han was their name? It was about the height of a matured vermin too. Such a thing should have been impossible,he saw the alien get dragged to his doom by the mythical Gritch with his own eyes,even if remotely.
He frantically scanned the room again,nothing in sight. Was he really just imagining things?
Still slightly suspicious,the lithorian got back to focusing on the main stage and delegates,now oblivious to the happenings across the rest of the chamber or any who might be approaching
As soon as Fg'han laid his wandering, capless eyes on the creature, he knew.
He could recognize Ka'thog a mile away, anyone could, and it made him stop dead in his tracks. A lumbering hulk that glistened with green lightning made of nightstone, a show in and of itself. Perhaps he didn't immediately remember the name, but everyone remembers a face-and this face belonged to the most important Lithorian alive. Even now, looking at him made him bristle-he couldn't even explain why, the being was well and far away from him. Was it a silent weapon? Some psychic imprint? Anything was plausible with those fuckers.
It wasn't a surprise they were here, but it was a surprise on who was here.
...And the 'who' was throwing him off his game. No doubt the beast could smell the adrenaline in his system from over there. He needed to get moving, get going on his bucket list. He blended into the crowd once more, an eye now kept on the towering thing as he resumed his search, to decide who would be first on the docket...
"Good day Overseer Ala thank you for coming" Eiasten grinned and extended a handshake "It is certainly a large event and I am quite amazed at how many nations have already arrived, I find myself gazing to the entry and seeing even more appear, at this rate most of the galaxy will be represented, on both sides. Even Orillia turned up I have to say that caught me by surprise"
"Perhaps some progress will truly be made" The President of the FRK retorted. Both she and Eiasten stood alongside a small group including the ICS President, Princess Saffire who was in her formal wear and James Hargun, all three talking off to the side. Eiasten grunted.
"We will see."
"Prime Minister, it is an honour to meet you face to face" The voice came from between the crowd as the New Janar delegation made their way over "Ambassador Tingel of New Janar, thank you for both inviting us and setting up this event we truly hope to make some groundwork progress here" The man bowed. Eiasten bowed in return.
"The honour is all mine ambassador, we firmly despite what the propoganda says, believe in peace and if we can try alleviate the conflict in its opening stages then we can avert truly disastrous consequences later on"
"I couldn't agree more. I look forward to potential resolutions and talks later regarding steps we can take. Please dont let me keep you I know you have an opening speech soon"
"Thank you for the introduction and I will make sure we can discuss such measures at a later time. Please, enjoy the event"
Unified Democratic Systems
Despite of being relatively new in the wider politics of the Ancerious Galaxy the UDS had been incredibly active in trying to assert themselves as a willing player. Indeed, not only by getting involved in the mess of the 3AW but also by engaging in various levels of diplomacy with nearby nations that ranged from simple cultural exchanges to even partial subjugation through military force. So when the invitation to this event reached the ears of the Overseer Council it was natural for them to dispatch a delegation to the Silver Cradle.
Though the question then became the matter of who they should send- an ambassador would be an obvious bet but upon further review, they came to the realisation that such a rank may not be appropriate due to both bureaucracy and consideration of the various nations who would be in attendance, many of whom have sent higher ranking individuals. After some debate, they finally found out who to send- a member of the Overseer Council itself. And none was more perfect that Overseer Michael in spite of his eccentrics.
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Silver Cradle- UDS Delegation
A group of three made up the UDS’s delegation to the Union of Worlds. All three of them arrived at the main event hall in sombre black clothes that were somewhere in between long coats and robes decorated with either blue or silver embroidery. The three of them swept through the hall briskly and with purpose, though the conversations the three had with each other were more fitting to that of a casual event.
“Mhm…” A dark-skinned woman wearing a fedora muttered, “this is… fancy. More than what you’d expect but I suppose trying to ease delegates would be a priority…” She was Juliet. The attache-personal assistant of the Overseer. A rather potent psionic with supposed dream-walking capabilities and clairvoyance though one who was rather absent-minded as a result. Or maybe she was just like that.
“Well I for one am glad for the turn of events,” a black woman muttered, her eyes darting around the room to take in the sheer atmosphere, “I’d say this would be far more entertaining than what we usually have to do,” this was Aria. She worked as a liaison to the Systems Intelligence Office and was possibly a spy, but she did her job well. Like Juliet, she was also a psionic though not as potent, “I do wonder what sorts of people we shall meet, though.”
“Regardless of who we meet it should be quite fun I’d say. Though you’d have to forgive me if I were to direct us to meeting someone who’d have ties to a nation that we would benefit from in a relationship,” A man spoke. From the bits of skin exposed, one could tell he was quite pale and possessed brown hair. But much of his features were hidden by an ornate silver mask made from metal and synthetic material. It was elaborately built with many shifting parts and pieces that moved as if to mimic exaggerated facial expressions. This was Michael of the Overseer Council and a man of many mysteries. And he was here to represent the UDS, “now then, let us frolic with our peers, shall we? Or would you prefer we find the refreshments table? I do like the idea of mooching off our hosts for free food.”
Huron Delegation - Silver Cradle
Despite the odd timing of this venture, Arch-Governor Straken couldn't help but smile.
As war was being waged, the gears of diplomacy grinded forward, or at least that was how Straken viewed it. It did not surprise him that diplomatic events would be held in such precarious times, yet one so large and so soon into the conflict made him raise an eyebrow. The invitation to the Silver Cradle was, of course, accepted, though in private seen as slightly suspicious, despite the invitation being from a SAGA ally.
Regardless of his opinion on the timing of the event, he actually found himself looking forward to the event in nervous anticipation, as his envoy cruiser quickly made way. He has had experience in diplomacy before, yet it was with empires from their own galaxy; the Tar'ell, the Turak, even some minor empires on the fringes of Huron space. This was his chance, and the Technocracy's chance, to make some connections, make themselves known to the wider galaxy.
At 500 meters, Straken's envoy cruiser, thin, sleek and angular as it was, was small for a Huron ship, especially for one designated a cruiser, yet due to its size it was determined that the ship park somewhat out of the way. Within the disembarkation deck, Straken's anticipation only grew, yet the slightest sense of unease crept in his mind until he looked beside him, seeing one of his delegates staring at him for the slightest of moments. With him were three delegates; Plaxic, his senior diplomat; Pitrick, one of Cindrick's most trusted diplomats; and Bard, Pitrick's trusted aid. In comparison to his delegates, Straken was still taller, yet his unnaturally thin physiology was obscured by bulky ceremonial garbs, made to look like flowing, silvery metal with bands of navy blue, the emblem of the Huron Technocracy firmly printed on his back. Plaxic, a convert, was much more brutish, extensive cybernetics and wires contained, though not entirely, by long robes of similar material to Straken's, his cybernetic eyes glowing cyan, and his blue-veined face half obscured by a complex rebreather system.
The delegate staring at him, Pitrick, was a man that Straken personally did not trust, although he understood perfectly why he was here; if it weren't for the diplomatic doctrine he embraced, and knowing his exaggerated and unusually-smooth, borderline perfect facial features were purpose built for said doctrine, Straken could have mistaken the man for a genuine sociopath. His presence, however, was highly necessary, as a direct link to the Lord of Knowledge. Cindrick's diplomat was very tame in dress, wearing a simple black suit with a blue tie, making him something of an oddity among the others. His aide was not quite as extreme, and in fact, being the youngest and most inexperienced among them, Bard was the most tame in appearance, yet one who Straken only trusted slightly more; same dress as Pitrick to every detail, combed blonde hair, and a cybernetic right eye only revealed by two skin-deep wires leading from his temple.
Upon arrival, the quartet passed through the numerous scans and pat-downs without much incident, only having to explain why metal detectors were always going to go off when checking them. After that, they made their way to the convention hall, ambition and nervousness plenty in the minds of everyone but Pitrick.
Out on the floor, Vulkan and those he brought along were busy greeting smaller nearby independent factions, those he had started to build a small community with for one reason or another. The talking turned into a small gathering, which was fine by them for now, as the main speech hadn't even begun and more leaders were filing in by the minute.
At some point he felt an odd and very slight disturbance, He looked over at megalodon, who seemed to know what it meant, actually having the hardware to receive the signal properly. She looked and made a small expression that conveyed she knew he felt it.
"Ah, That'll be signal from another delegate from one of the side rooms it seems. Looks like they want to talk somewhere more relaxed."
Vulkan nodded in response, his eyes shifting to thought for but a moment before turning back to his group. He finished up a loose end conversation about asteroid belt mining before telling them all he had to go elsewhere. The reaction was mixed, however it soon turned more positive quite quickly when Vulkan's body simply split into two over the course of a few moments, with the second waving and trotting off bearing a gleeful expression. An impressive party trick for sure.
The split him was beginning to have trouble reaching the room, having to greet but dismiss passers-by as he was more focused on getting to the side room. Fortunately nobody was burned as he politely pushed past them to where he'd seen the place on the map.
It wasn't long before the Divine Lotus Blossom delegation arrived, a trio of pink, yellow, and white-robed females of clearly synthetic white skin, black hair, and shining silver augmentation. As they had exhaustively explained to the security forces no doubt well aware of Q-space's unique inhabitants, each of them was merely a puppet body containing a true cultivator's Will, a partitioned copy of their mind which while lacking a true ego of their own would perfectly replicate anything that cultivator would say or do, and in a body like this completely lacking the combat potential of any true cultivator. In this case, they were all Wills split off from the Interior Elder Tan Mei, a higher-up within the Divine Lotus Blossom Sect itself.
"My my, isn't this impressive!" One remarked, looking around at all the milling figures within the meeting area.
"Our main body will be most appreciative of the new memories we will attain here, once we return."
"No doubt. Let us settle in and see how this goes."
As the nation had at this time avoided any sort of major commitment to the war, this appearance was practically an afterthought, more a means to scope out the rest of the factions and what they thought of things than out of any personal investment in this conflict.
Ala shook Eiasten's hand "Ah yes, Orillia... perhaps we can make some inroads with them…"
Even as she said the words, she didn’t believe them, despite her own optimism. Orillia wasn’t fond of colonial nations, especially the Nucleans, whom they seemed to harbor a particular dislike for ever since they had come to blows at La Sereña. But even if they could get past that, and the Ecumene’s non-native status, the de facto leader of CONA was probably unlikely to want to deescalate, as they were benefiting from the war in the first place.
As other representatives approached the Union Prime Minister, Ala moved away with a polite "Excuse me", going to see whom else she could meet. It was then that her sharp eyes caught notice of a triad of what looked to be synthetic humans, dressed in bright colors, making their way into the gathering.
Interesting... she thought to herself, unsure of what nation they might be from, and deciding to speak to them.
Approaching, she gave the customary slight bow of the head and shoulders that her people were known for, speaking in softly accented Galactic Common "Greetings, I am Overseer Ala of the Nuclean Ecumene. Who might you be?"
CES Delegation - Silver Cradle
Debate over the possible presence of the CES was very thin upon the Board of Directors. The presence is a must, the only true question was to see if the event would turn into conflict or not. Risking losing a high member of the corporate ranks was out of the table, and although they trusted the Union's intents in bringing the galaxy towards a moderate meeting ground, they could not help but play safely for the first few moments of the event.
However, as always, the gears of their paradigmn churned, it decided the time where an event of terrorism would have likely already occurred, but they would not be late as to save their reputation. Kirlan knew of this more than anyone else. Although certain prominent Branches and Subsidiaries were allowed to pick their own representatives to this meeting, numbering no more than 10 on an SC-1 ship with a small security detachment, Kirlan represented the CES Conglomerate itself, rather than any specific subsidiary.
A nigh-freakishly tall lizardman with a slim build, his usually calm, almost sleepy behavior betrays his highly intelligent background, although many worked through and with the oveararching system of the megacorporations, Kirlan was the one that helped implement it into spaceborne operations. His job was thankless, but in a way, he heralded the paradigmn, turning it from local, to the very self-supporting legs of the whole operation.
Subsidiary representatives spread along the halls looking for contacts with their customer or trading nations. Kirlan had no such concerns. He kept the datastream open within the neural augmentation, feeding his brain and eyes with relevant information from a technology that refined itself more and more as time went on, in the face of all of this technology and informational might, he chose to take a stroll around and simply observe what other had brought.
ZYPHER Embassy - Parvonis
The invitation to welcome peace was always a breath to hear in the madness of the chaos that was erupted around the galaxy. However, it was not calm for Morai, as he struggled to straighten his decor collar.
'crap...where is it? Where is it?' he frantically searched several tables for an un-named object, shuffling dataslates and holobinders aside. Silently, Morai's companion watched as he nearly tossed the room about trying to find a mystery object with a deadpan stare.
"youre acting like you forgot your car keys..." she said.
"The Chancellor is almost here. I gotta make sure i have my decors on, or Ambassador Airen, will eject his shoe so far my ass...." Morai paniced. The companion shook her head before patting his shoulders to stop him for a moment.
"Would you relax." She said as she reached and straighten and object that was on his collar band. Morai's curious hand reached up to touch the decor badge that signified him as a deputy ambassador.
"You'll be fine. You've spoken in worse siturations...this one is a peaceful one and youre with the queen of talking." She said as she made sure the rest of his uniform was presentable. Morai nodded.
"alright..." He took a breath before hearing a chime at the office door. They both turned, seeing the head of a raptor poke in.
"The Flagship is here. Lets go." he gestured, which becken both Morai and his partner to file out of the office.
Led out into the atrium of the Embassy, they shuffled into the group of security escorts.
Morai looked out to see the usual ships of the Embassy security force outside of the window, however the number of ships were near doubled. A total of 300 ships were now stationed at the Embassy as ‘the Delphia’ hovered into dock to pick up the two ambassadors. The security teams were exchanged into Centenarians as they are ushered aboard. Once they were cleared, the vessel disembarked and left for their destination, leaving their escort fleet behind at the Embassy.
“Deputy Ambassador Morai ma’m.” Morai saluted Yarru as they entered her office.
“Deputy Assist Lyrica” the companion saluted less haphazardly. Yarru chuckled abit and shook her hand.
“At ease you two. You’re not soldiers.” She said. All this time she was still not used to them addressing her.
“But hopefully tonight, we can play a part in ending this war peacefully.” Yarru added.
ZYPHER Delgation – Silver Cradle
It was but a short jump from the Embassy to the Silver Cradle, but it was not without it’s awe. Even as they're escorted into Union’s safe keeping and to where the party delegation and number of representatives here were jarring. Even some of the CONA elements were present. It would appear that a large number of nations were not in favor for the war. As Morai followed Lyrica and Yarru into the gala, he couldn’t help but look around. While there was a measure of safety seeing the massive number of Union soldiers, he still couldn’t shake the massive security concern in the back of his mind. Altho he couldnt help it, it was part of his training.
He snapped back to it, as Lyrica elbowed him.
“Hey stay close and look friendly.” She urged him gently. Morai chuckled slightly nervously before clearing his throat and flanking Yarru.
The arrival lane, at the closest edges of safe insertion distance, was cleanly punctured by a Carnaithian drive system. The arriving ship was more than unique - an antique Emancipator-class dreadnaught, pre-1AW in vintage. Painted black with golden symbols and shining emerald-green livery, its arrival hadn't been pre-announced. Obviously far too large to get to most mooring zones, it pre-emptively projected a launch while queuing for its own processing - a small, nimble, CIGO prowler in a more default, far less flashy schema.
"You just had to insist, didn't you?" Rictuld asked, head cradled in hand. The grinning behemoth across from him, clutching a thermal container, didn't bother answering. It was no matter - he insisted on coming; there was no mention of his ban from the pavilion, and he wanted to make something of a nice showing.
"At least it isn't a gun this time," Varan quipped from the side. The last of the three to join, the cautious woman had weighed the risks and decided that even if all three of them died, a lot more important people would be at risk. Plus, they were all old - even if this wasn't necessarily obvious - and had capable replacements lines up.
"I still think they would've let the real one through. For nostalgia's sake."
"The replica's the most I'll ever let you handle outside of your own offices. I still don't know why you had the paint to comply with my suggestion."
The general brandished a bulky cosplayer's model of his own sidearm; high-quality plastic with the muzzle messily dipped in high-visibility orange. "I plan for the unexpected you know."
VMFR Galactic Retreat
A period of heavy fighting followed by a longer period of inactivity on the galactic stage had left the Federation on the edge of the galactic politics, they were an unignorably regional power in the Galactic South but this didn't mean much to anyone if they isolated themselves. Which they did, now with the wildfire of war spreading around the galaxy the giant was stirring from its slumber. This was the analysis of the Diplomatic Corps who had accepted the Unions invitation to their meeting, She had dragged along the Grand Duchess Sofia de Adalouse of the Ancerious Grandy Duchy and in turn had dragged along the Lady of Honfleur Diabella de Honfleur. The two humans were in the Duchesses private quarters while Corp remained vigilant in the ships data centre running millions of scenarios of possible conversations, encounters and mishaps that could occur during the meeting. She wanted to run more but she had limited bandwidth and memory aboard the Duchesses private yacht.
"We're cleared for docking, ETA ten minutes." The ships captain announced.
"Time to be politicians now." Sofia said standing up from her desk chair.
"Politician... has a different feel." Diabella replied
"One you could get used to?"
"Lady Admiral, Breaker of tyrants, Liberator of worlds or Politician? I think I know which ones I prefer."
"Child." Sofia replied in a huff leaving the room.
The ship docked and obeyed all orders from Union security adhering to their commands to the letter. When it came to to disembark a handful of figures moved hurriedly off the ship, they carried trumpets which they blew and an announcer shouted the names of the three guests joining the function. Lady Diabella de Honfleur who wore military parade dress for the occasion despite who role being a political one, Duchess Sofia de Adalouse wearing a dark purple formal dress and the las guest literally glowed as a small orb projected the hard light avatar of The Diplomatic Corp. Upon arrival to the function they surveyed the crowd.
"Who's first Corp?" Sofia asked the avatar.
“Sadly, I don’t think the Prime Minister would have allowed the real thing. Even looking at that replica brings back less than pleasant memories” Harguns voice called over to the Carnaithian delegation with a smile on his face. The security soldiers who were attending stepped back.
“At ease, they may enter, I’m sure there won’t be any more surprises from you both this time around?” He gave a playful chuckle before beckoning them in.
“The starter speech is about to begin; we have had a lot of nations turn up more than I imagined. But once the speech is done, I wish to talk to you both privately something has come up” Harguns face switched to a stern serious look as he nodded to them “I will be back shortly”
As the nations flooded in Eiasten took up position behind the main podium, his voice was carried not only by the internal speaker system but through the carrier waves that any delegate could choose to listen into via cybernetics. The Prime Minister stood with his bright blue suit and gave a large smile to all assembled as he clasped his hands in pride.
“Welcome all, to the Silver Cradle and the Union of Worlds. I was going to make a grand speech about how this is the foundation for possible peace and how the future of the galaxy hinges upon it, but I have decided to stay away from the prewritten stuff today. I want to be frank with you all, and honest. I think that’s something we as leaders and politicians are a little bit unfamiliar with if you will forgive the generalisation” A few murmurs of chuckling came back in return.
“There’s a great deal of official statements, ideological stances and propaganda which have for the last few years swept across the galaxy. Some are hard-line, some are soft and moderate on both sides. And I am going to be the first to admit, both sides are correct. There are injustices in this galaxy that must be corrected if we want to advance forward in a way that isn’t sending our people to die in their millions. We have countless nations here today each with their own rich culture, discoveries and ideologies. Together that alone would be able to overcome any problem, so I ask why not this one? Why do we have to kill each other and destroy the very people who live in this galaxy to try and make a point?” He stepped forward from the podium taking quite a casual stance.
“Many of us here are on opposite sides of this war, yet all of you still turned up at this invite. That tells me peace and diplomacy are not even close to being exhausted. I am not saying it will be easy to fix the problems that face us, and change for us all regardless of our standing is needed to overcome the challenges. But we can put down, in stone, the things that need to be addressed, that need to be changed and how we as leaders of our nations and ideological blocs can implement measures to see that come to reality”
“Aedleshaven is a bloodbath. Everyone here will agree with that. Both of our sides have been battered while the Coronans still try to force their will onto the Golden Corridor, while Yog Narr rebuilds its forces and consumes Ancerium by the megaton and while other darker factors operate to undermine the very fabric of our nations. I am not naïve, I know many of us will never fight alongside one another, but we can certainly put aside our weapons to try and civilly talk about the issues. So here is what I propose here.”
“No more propaganda, no more blame game, no more insults or manipulation. We pool our collective influence and knowledge and try make something to work from. All I ask is for you to try your best, and I will do so too. Thank you for coming here today, I hope we can make it historic. To the people of this galaxy, no matter who they may be”
A round of applause followed as Eiasten stepped down and the increased pitch of talking filled the void.
There was a lot to do.
The Regnum Domus
The chamber was cold, damp, and dark. The five chairs, made of a polymer-silk, sat at a comfortable level for the five Regnum members, and the eerie quiet stillness of the room did the air no favors. The walls were a mixture of high-density steel and dark terrestrial dirt, enclosing the entire room with a large opening on one end leading into the tunnel network of Chtykardia.
Before the five, two grasshoppers, a wasp, an oriental hornet, and a carpenter ant, sat a large scroll of muddied paper which was held before them by a kneeling locust. The scroll had been the galactic transmission, an invitation to the one “Union of Worlds”. They had located the Silver Cradle, sitting like a planetary bassinet in Union Space. Mere months after their colossal entry into the Ancerious Galaxy and they had decided to make their grand entrance here. Scores of nations, leaders and dignitaries; some of the most powerful men, women, and beings in the galaxy.
All.
In.
One.
Place.
A few more moments of silent contemplation amongst the Regnum had led to a final momentary decision, something that would introduce them to the galactic nations and change the entire course of their history.
“Gentlemen, we shall attend.”
Silver Cradle Orbit, Union Space
Princely Titus stood before the full standing mirror, examining the white toga paired with the navy blue drape and various military award sown-chords decorating the drape. He took a final gaze at himself, nodding and finally turning for the door as the cerulean arachno-butterfly translator flew towards him, landing and resting on his left shoulder.
Stepping out of the room, Titus stood before his daughter, Arch-Seraph Zsarina. She too was dressed in the military dress robe, the grey toga instead with a black dark purple drape. The two looked at one another, sharing not a word before the Primus Vincula, a carpenter ant dressed in a white toga with a white drape, approached the two.
“Are we ready then? I suppose it’s time we make out entrance.”
The Silver Cradle
The escort had taken them all the way from the landing pad and had been avoiding any and all small talk with the clearly unfamiliar species, visibly confused and uncomfortable with the egregious-looking bug-people. Titus gave the man a bow, the butterfly speaking. “Thank you, sir.”
The escort did am awkward bow back, before making haste back to the landing pad.
“Well…” Primus Vincula said, looking towards the two “We’re late…but fashionably so?” He asked, with a hint of sarcasm. Titus nodded and then stepped forward, and with no going back, entered the great hall…
Qora Delegation
A bored Banner Officer has come across the open invitation while browsing through ancnet. Bored from the lack of imperial action and decisiveness within Ancerious, and watching a war go on without the ability to participate due to "Strategic Considerations." She decides to make the most of her seemingly indefinite leave and head over to the Union of Worlds, chartering a shuttle on the way thinking she can bullshit her way through any reprimands of an event just starting while she was playing tourist and taking advantage of the amount of initiative officers are given.
Knowing nobody will pronounce her name properly she decides to go by the name of Tiffany, hopeful of finding some interesting people and to ply her skills as an interpreter. She arrives wearing her white and gold dress uniform, noticeably late, as she notices that she clearly missed the opening speech, and wanders around mingling with whoever she can.
The Voshkanreen Empire sent the only being amongst them qualified as a diplomat. She had been held up for quite some time at security. Her psionics having been detected, and a lengthy explanation of just how they worked. The being wore a Ingen kimono, a RANGSI military cap, various mismatched badges on the side of their bust. No shoes, and a big smile on their face. Finally allowed in the figure moved directly into the area. Quickly asking around about the speech they had missed, and quickly setting up a spot for themselves. Voshlar had many things to do today. Triarch, Orillians, and so many others were on their list. First they took some wine though.
“Prime Minister Eiasten?”
Tarn turned to the man who now saluted to him and offered his hand. The Prime Minister bidding a good day to the RANGSI representative before giving the man a look over. He was the Foreign Minister for New Janar.
“I am Poleck Fara, it is an honour to meet you. I think we have something very important to discuss” Tarn smiled in return and shook the man’s hand.
“Of course, the honour is all mine, what did you have in mind?”
“A ceasefire, between CONA & SAGA. Aedleshaven has been a bloodbath, and we have seen how certain elements of CONA have no intention of fighting for the native cause, just as some SAGA elements have no wish to change the status quo. Corona even now advances inch by inch on the corridor and combined our fleets can stop them. We tried once before, but our efforts were foiled by unknown elements. I believe given the sheer destruction we have seen we must try again. I represent a contingent of CONA who still believe words can fix this war.” Tarns eyes were wide open.
“I… Well forgive me but I didn’t expect this summit to be quite this effective. You are well aware my beliefs and that of the Union. We would respect such a ceasefire wholeheartedly and be willing to work with much more sensible CONA elements, there is no reason for us to be enemies.” Poleck grinned and clapped his hands together.
“Truly wonderful, we do have some terms as you can understand. We will cease combat against all SAGA assets and withdraw our forces from Aedleshaven, as well as re-join the CGSS and begin formal proceedings for talks regarding solving the galaxies current issues. In return we would like the extremist elements of SAGA removed from the organisation, as well as SAGA forces withdrawn from the corridor as well and a guarantee of independence be upheld for Aedleshaven. Together both SAGA and CONA forces will break the Coronan assault and protect the neutrality of the corridor. With the fighting over we can focus on peace. Does this seem fair?”
“Foreign Minister, if I could achieve only a fraction of that from this conversation, I would be a happy man. You have my full acceptance; I will talk to major SAGA elements and ensure our end of the deal comes to pass. I assume this is without Orillias involvement?”
“Orillia will not seek peace. They still command a sizable contingent of CONA, more than us. We cannot speak for them and so I am afraid Prime Minister the war may continue even with this ceasefire, but I hope it is a first step” He nodded. Tarn sighed but understood.
“I can understand, I also cannot speak for the more militant SAGA forces who may seek to continue conflicts on their own accord”
“Completely within expectance. I am glad I can count on your support. I will make the preparations and necessary messages shortly”
“As shall I. Thank you Foreign Minister, this moment may well be the founding moment to ending this war” The both once more shook hands with genuine happiness.
SVS Entropy's Caress
The Void Between Universes
Fleet Leader Naelle was in his office, in a conference with Sector Minister Nelyrien about their current diplomatic mission. They had been sent to the conference being hosted by the Union of Worlds that would hopefully de-escalate the currently raging war. "And you want me to speak at the meeting if possible, Sector
Minister? I'm not exactly known for my diplomatic tact... I'm a soldier, not a diplomat."
Nelyrien's holo-image nodded in the display tank. "This is true, Fleet Leader. But It is Laenas' hope that you can put forward our views to the SAGA and CONA military representatives. In that a soldier is better then a diplomat. In the meantime, I will speak with the diplomats present. We both do Blessed Laenas' bidding,
in our own ways."
Silver Cradle, Union of Worlds
Entropy’s Caress and the Ministry of State diplomatic cruiser had phased into the system, broadcasting their identifications and Nelyrien’s diplomatic credentials. Naelle travelling to Nelyrien's ship via D-fork. The
Battlecarrier/harvester stayed far from the world as the diplomatic cruiser approached the planet hosting the
Conference. Once in assigned orbit the two traveled down on a shuttle and then took a limousine to the conference site.
Nelyrien and Naelle walked into the event hall, Naelle in his black and dark purple Spatial Fleet uniform with a fine gold hair net covering his long snow-white hair. A transparent sheer veil covered his face. Nelyrien was in a suit, and the two men looked over the conference. "Well then Fleet Leader, let us see who has decided to attend this conference, and perhaps get an idea of their views."
Naelle took in the varying people and species present. "By all means take the lead, Sector Minister." The two walked further into the hall, looking for anyone they recognized-either personally or professionally.
Custrum zoned out, swilling the glass he had taken as a refreshment several minutes ago. His eyes were locked onto thin air and nothing in particular as he failed to fully bring himself to lucidity. His nation was under attack, his people being killed, and his lands invaded with every swill of his drink. He was the appointed ambassador for the New Capitol Republic, present in the Union and he had come to this event to potentially find more support, and to take his mind off things. So far, the latter hadn’t worked very well.
“My condolences for your situation, if you need anything just let me know” Custrum was shaken out of his haze by a mans voice, instantly turning to his left to see the fat, pompous form of Chief of Staff of the General Headquarters Tarastrus Pelio. None other than the direct leader of the Imperial Restorationist Government of Capitol. He was flanked by two impeccably dressed soldiers carrying no weapons but held himself above the rest like he thought himself superior. His eyes seemed to gaze down onto Custrum who felt pure, molten rage course through his body.
“… You, dare.” Pelio raised an eyebrow.
“I genuinely mean what I meant. Capitolites should not be dying we should be working together in this trying time. The IRG if necessary is willing to extend a measure of help to-“
“You smug, ignorant motherfucker. You subhuman militarist scum is what got us into this in the first place! If it wasn’t for you fucking with the election and cloying to power with every means at your disposal our nation may have had a chance to become something! Now we are a fractured mess while the slim hope of that dream is ground into dust by the hands of the Strixxists”
“You are very forward ambassador Custrum, and very ill informed, if we had not taken measures the election would have fallen anyway and our nation which was once something gran-“
“We were never anything but a sick, twisted people who knew nothing better than the boot of oppression. The NCR will have nothing to do with those who condemned all those in Capitol for decades to die and killed our very future” He spat at the Chiefs boots before walking off. The soldiers taking a step forward.
[19:12]
”I wouldn’t if I were you. This is a peace meeting. You are head of the IRG are you not Chief Pelio?” The somewhat soothing tone made the Capitolites turn to see the graceful grey and blue cloaked form of Elwar approach them. The Soldiers looking somewhat intimidated.
“I am. What business do you have with me?” Elwar cocked his large head crest to one side and tapped a small glass he held.
“I come with a proposition. I have watched your people for a long time, and I know that conditions within your current territory are less than ideal Chief of Staff. I am offering to help you construct safe conditions for your civilian population. Shelter, food, water, sanitary and energy infrastructure. To assist such a trying time” Pelio looked confused. Capitol had known of Elwar for a long time, but had never cared given the AI had stayed on its side of the galaxy, why it was suddenly offering help now Pelio had no idea.
“Why? What do you stand to gain from helping our civilian population? And how do you know they are not already in safe conditions?” Pelio regained the stern outward expression.
”Come now. Let us not play pretend General you are well aware of what I am and what I am capable of, I take in those in need and plenty of those in need have escaped from your space. I am more than able as well to look inside your systems, it seems you never updated them from war coding. I understand that you may not understand gestures such as altruism due to your peoples history, but I am helping both my own infrastructure and yours by directly assisting you” Pelios face reddened.
“You accessed our systems without permission that’s an act of-“
”Be careful Chief of Staff. As I said you are aware of my capabilities. My directive and mandate is to save life and keep the peace. I will not interact with your military forces, only send non-combatants and materials and not get in the way. If you interfere with me I will take action, if I break my word you may expel me from your territory, if you care about your people you will take my offer” Elwars face was blank but Pelio could swear the AI was enjoying this.
“Fine, I accept your offer. But do not act against us or you will regret it” Pelio nodded before walking off clearly done with the conversation. Elwar watched the man go, smiling. The IRG would prove a fertile ground to cultivate a potential powerbase in the galactic east and jumping point for future operations. If peace was to be kept in the west, the east would have to be watched as well.
“That’s two pieces of news I didn’t want to hear today” Eiasten sighed. First, he had been told about the Minevan genocide on Alpha Ceti. Secondly, he had been told the Teliran delegation who was to speak about mediation and possible future routes to peace based on various models, had not made it, their ship mysteriously disappearing in flight. Thankfully neither had impacted this summit, and gains had been made today which Eiasten had never thought possible. The aid nodded with a solemn faced and strode off, Hargun giving a stern look.
“It has to be foul play” Eiasten nodded taking a sip of drink.
“Admiral while I wish you were more optimistic; I can’t help but understand your predictions are on point. Someone didn’t want them here.” They both looked at each other as if to say they agreed on who.
“Prime Minister Tarn Eiasten yes? And Admiral Hargun? It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance sorry I did not speak earlier I have been very busy with other delegates you understand” The voice of Orillian Ambassador Challyxi caused both to turn in surprise. Hargun muttering under his breath ‘Speak of the devil…’
“Of course, both of us have been very busy, its quite the event to build foundations from no rest for the wicked and all that” The Ambassador raised an eyebrow at the comment as if it was some kind of admission for colonial evil.
“Indeed. Still, I believe it prudent to continue dialogue at the very least” He gave the briefest of bows, which Eiasten returned as Hargun stepped away and held out his hand to shake which Eiasten did so.
“I wont lie ambassador I am somewhat surprised given the last ti-“ Eiasten made a troubled face, his wine glass hand shaking. Challyxi looked confused.
“Are you ok Prime Minister?”
Eiasten dropped the glass, shattering on the floor and drawing the attention of those nearby. The PMs eyes looked dilated, and he dropped to his knees as Hargun rushed back over.
“MEDIC! MEDIC!” Security rushed over to the Prime Minister, who fell to the floor looking up at Hargun in painful terrified eyes.
“Make… Peac-“ His body went limp even as several staff formed a cordone and security troops rushed to try and protect the Prime Minister. It was too late. He was gone.
The entire venue had gone silent, medics rushing in to try and do anything. Several attempts at bringing him back failed, scans indicating a highly advanced and tailored nerve agent. Challyxi was mortified, the Orillians skin having drained of its colour, everyone was looking at him now, the security forces also surrounded him.
“Ambassador Challyxi, you are under arrest for the assassination of Prime Minister Eiasten. Come with us”
“B-But I-I never-“ He complied, in shock as he was taken away. Hargun took off his admiral’s cap and walked up onto the podium, some panic was setting in amongst the guests.
“With a heavy heart. I am telling you Prime Minister Tarn Eiasten is dead. Killed by a tailored nerve agent. I will not point fingers, although the primary suspect is in custody. But for all of your safety and security, I would kindly ask all guests to proceed back to your quarters where we can safely bring you in groups to your ships for you to leave in peace. I-“ Hargun paused he felt empty, but also anger “I think, despite this, Tarn was very happy today with what transpired. The efforts of some to do this are clear indication that this was a success. He would not want his death to impact efforts for peace, so please, go with pride. Foundations were laid today, and Tarn would want those to stay strong. I thank you all for your attendance, if you can please comply with security we will ensure your departure swiftly” Harguns melancholy tone was followed by murmuring and conjecture, already the body was slowly and carefully being removed from the space, surrounded by a wall of security forces. Others directed guests out and escorted them back.
It was a solemn end to a successful event. But Tarns legacy would hopefully remain intact.
As Prime Minister Eiasten choked and dropped to the floor in front of the Orillian delegate, Nelyrien turned to Naelle who shook his head. "His lifelight has faded, the Prime Minister is definately dead." With a grim scowl Nelyrien said. "It seems I may have been overly optimistic about the Orillians motivations..." As he watched the Union security officers arrest Ambassador Challyxi he shook his head sadly. "Still, this may be some sort of set-up by a third party who wants the war to continue. If so it could not have been done better. Perfect suspect... We should see what we can find out from the Union security apparatus'. I may try and speak with Hargun."
The two men walked off, towards Admiral Hargun, Minister Nelyrien knowing Laenas would not be pleased...
Yaninimi had been observing things from afar, content to remain at a distance when the Prime Minister began to die. Sighing softly, he shook his head, "Every time we come to something like this, someone dies."
He rubs the back of his head as he walks back towards the quarters that had been prepared for him while communicating with the smallship that brought him here.
Asi, keep an eye out. Don't know what else might be planned for this little event and if history is any indication there could be some secret armada or bomb or hit squad preparing to roam around the station.
Yani, you need to stop reading the historical archives.
Why? They're a fascinating deluge of aesops about why these sorts of affairs are notoriously dangerous.
The ship stops responding, leaving Yani to his thoughts as he closes the doors to his quarters and waits for the eventual escort to get him to the docking port. Seems the Others had anticipated correctly: rare is it a diplomatic event doesn't result in some assassination attempt of some sort.
"No, go back to the shuttle now. You're hardly who they want to see right now," Rictuld promptly shut down the General, who looked down at his container of pastries.
"Fine, I'll leave you to it - but I'm going to the lobby annex to pawn these off. Do something good here," Reik responded, eliciting a confirmatory nod from the Royal Guard. Katia had already made headway towards the Union security team, ignoring the pleas for all attendees to go to temporary quarters.
"Who's in charge?" she half-asked, half-demanded of her close allies. The arrest was incredibly fast, and she had her doubts it was the Orillian delegate. She watched as medical personnel carried away the stricken prime minister with a disappointed scowl before turning her gaze to the officers with command insignia. "I want access to the security data. I don't care if it's read-only."
O'dira quelled her rising choler, sickened to her stomach by the rash actions of those in charge. An arrest on grounds of proximity? She had seen trials that had made a mockery of judicial proceedings, but none so brazen as this.
She noticed others already moving to object, faces amidst the crowds of stunned onlookers that shared her outrage.
O'dira began moving towards where she had last spotted the distressed Ambassador Challyxi, only to feel the clawed hand of one of her companions holding her back. She looked back, eyes wide with disbelief, at the Prince behind her.
Taox's stern expression crashed against her bewilderment, flashing her fangs as she growled.
"Coward." O'dira's hissed the word like she was drawing her sword, aiming it as his honour in the hopes he had something to say for himself.
"You know as well as I that this is wrong."
Taox's face was firm, betraying nothing of his intentions, though she could read the look of caution. These were delicate proceedings, and any moment now could erupt into something far worse. They needed to act rationally; this wasn't the Empire, and justice did not come as easily as drawing a blade. Finally, after a moment, he relented his hold on her.
Taox's words were quiet, such that none would overhear them.
"I will stay with the King's Champion. If you should need us, we will be waiting. Go now."
O'dira nodded assuringly to Taox, who returned in kind, before heading off.
There were already other diplomats protesting with security, a sure sign she was not alone in her ideas. O'dira suppressed the heat in her face as she approached.
“This is absolutely outrageous. On what grounds do you arrest the Ambassador?!”
Hargun was completely absorbed with Saffire in handling the situation.
Union security had practically flooded the room, ushering everyone out. They blocked each and every delegate from approaching.
"I'm sorry Ma'am I cant give any guarantees at this time but I am sure diplomatic channels will provide all the information, right now Admiral Harguns in charge-" Hargun waved the man out of the way to Katia.
"Ill give you all the information in time, but time is not something I have on my side. Tarns dead, official pronouncement was he was likely dead before his body hit the ground in some way. Bastards" Katia would notice the lack of accusation about Orillia in that statement. If I can find the time and access to have you all assist I will do so" He nodded to Katia and Minister Nelyrien.
"What grounds? Didn't you just see that bastard kill the Prime Minister! That's what's outrageous!" One of the security guards replied angrily at O'dira.
"Please return to your quarters and ships, official statements and information will be released soon"
It seemed the branch of peace had withered.
“The Prime Minister wants to do what?” Admiral Volkus face was not amused, but this had to be some kind of joke.
“He wants to host a diplomatic gathering, open invitation here in the Silver Cradle, he wants you to handle security” Harguns voice seemed just as perplexed.
“What is this some kind of terrible joke? Does he realise we are at war yes? Does he know what happened last time someone decided to hold a peace conf-“ Volkus stopped as Hargun raised an eyebrow “-Ah sorry, no offense Sir”
“None taken. But the Prime Minister has made his move, this is going to happen whether we like it or not. I briefed him on the security concerns, I think I got half a page in out of 120 pages before he waved his hand and told me he knew the risks. He wants to try end some of this brinkmanship, try bringing the war back in a bit” Hargun responded coldly, knowing full well what Volkus was referencing and the disastrous diplomatic conference in 1AW.
“The mans insane, I respect the attempt but this is too little too late. Or too much too soon depending on how you look at it. How the hell am I going to handle security?”
“Simple, gather a team, I have some individuals picked out. Ready everything and have it in place”
“For when?”
“For next week” Volkus shook his head.
“Politicians.”
BREAKING NEWS
DIPLOMATIC CONFERENCE IN UNION SPACE, ALL WELCOME?
UNN- (Silver Cradle): Breaking news, in a rather surprising move the Prime Minister of the Union of Worlds announced today that he will be personally hosting a diplomatic gathering on the Silver Cradle in an attempt to rebuild diplomatic ties severed by the war and to try and extinguish some of the flames of conflict raging across the galaxy.
In a stunning turn the invitation is open, with CONA nations accepted as well. The Prime Minister had this to say:
‘’”We have discussed much across the galaxy about the reports, the devastation caused by both sides and the reasons we were all put into this situation. Warfare and elimination won’t fix those problems only talking will and creating the building blocks to try and bring forth a better galaxy and a path to proper justice and benefits for all. I don’t expect this event to fix all the issues, but I hope it will be the first step to helping pave the way for a true resolution, for natives and colonials. For that I welcome all to attend in good faith”’’
Of course, security concerns are major over the event and the Unions military has reportedly taken the mantle for ensuring the guests safety. This has raised questions for some but surprisingly many nations have taken up the offer, on both sides of the divide. Will this be the proper first step to healing a much-divided galaxy? Or will this end like the peace attempt in the 1st Ancerious war?
We do not know, but we will update you every step of the way.
Silver Cradle: Union Space
The event was huge.
Guests were arriving almost a day before the official start time, logging quarters with various Union officials who formed a labyrinthine temporary branch dealing with the logistics and handling of the entire ordeal. Accommodation was provided, situated in the diplomatic suites of the old AGA HQ. While much of it had been repurposed for the CGSS operations HQ the site had been monolithic in anticipation of 2AW continuing for many more years, it was practical but also architecturally pleasing. A whole host of suites, catering facilities, recreational areas and even parks were available to the guests as they waited and settled in before the event.
Security was tough, ships were to be placed into very restricted orbits or into an allocated dock with any offensive capabilities always kept off. Union warships watched them closely, any power spikes or attempts at surprise attack would be swiftly dealt with before they could even bring their reactor to combat power. The Union had, by the nature of their actions in the galaxy, had a great deal of experience with diplomatic events and unfortunately, the majority had been marred by acts of aggression or terror perpetrated by foreign nations. In this, they were taking no chances.
Rigorous scans and checks were undertaken to ensure no hidden weapons, poisons or explosives were carried into the venue and soldiers were on station in most areas should a commotion or disagreement break out to split up and stop the participants. But despite the security the staff were pleasant, eager to help the arrivals regardless of their allegiance and quick to show them around.
The main event hall would host the opening speech and drinks, with food to follow while the guests intermingled. Various speeches and seminars regarding diplomacy, galactic economics and potential political plans were to be held but every dignitary and their staff were free to conduct whatever meetings they saw fit.
It was soon time to open the proceedings, the Union Prime Minister himself was on hand talking to the FRK president and ICS Prime Minister, but already there were surprising arrivals. Free Janar had sent delegates, which pleased many given their championed moderate approach to CONA along with representatives from the IRG Capitol who mostly kept to themselves and did not wish to interact much with the Union. A construct of Elwar also attended along with a representative from Triarch Inc.
But the most surprising of all, was ambassador Challyxi of the Orillian Free State. Who had turned up, unarmed and unescorted under the cover of peaceful diplomacy. Union personnel had rigorously searched and scanned him, giving him physical pat downs and examinations, all of which the Orillian man had agreed to with a grin and eagerness.
Truly this event was to be historic.
C'ethal Delegation
Duchess Meylr Dest stood strait and idly sipped from a glass of some drink being handed out. It was fruity and a little too sweet for her pallet but she drank it more to ease her nerves than anything. Her ashen white skin was a stark contrast to her fire red hair and eyes. Her horns had been meticulously formed and moulded to resemble an open circle. From which hung a gold mesh studded with brilliant gems.
Her long silken robes exposed bits of skins with intricate tattoos dancing along the surface. Pinned above her left breast was an ornate silver broach with the sigil of the Grand University of Natural Arts.
Next to her in a mix of a grey and blue military uniform and flowing gold royal robes stood Princess Olyinci Regiaz, current head of the Royal Military. Her similarly white skin was tinged with blue at the edges of her ears, nose, fingers, and horns. Said horns were moulded to go back over her silver hair before coming up in a ‘U’-like shape. The ends of her long hair was tied up neatly at the bottom of the U and gold tassels hung from the knots.
Her jade green eyes roved over the crowd like a bird of prey looking for any sign of danger. This whole endeavor had been the King’s idea. Show face and see if the Colonials had anything of value to offer. Dutchess Meylr highly doubted it but Princess Olyinci had insisted. Now however it looked like she was regretting that decision.
She couldn’t blame her, they were in the nest of their so called enemies and couldn’t bring any of their weapons and had to keep their magic in check, lest they be dragged out by Xeno Males. Something across the room however caught both their eyes. How couldn’t it, floating into the room came three large obelisk shaped blue crystals. The creatures silently moved through the crowd of alien delegates before stopping somewhere to the center right of the room.
Andracken Delegation
Teo gazed upon the assorted delegates. Their forms organic and unique in every way. Organisms that now stared at her which made her feel like the skin of her avatar was shifting. Running a quick diagnostic she found no issue with the perfect surface of her crystalline form.
Her avatar for the event was a scaled down version of her true self. Smaller crystals floated around decoratively as she silently floated amongst a sea of carbon based lifeforms. To her flanks were two Andracken ‘guards’. They weren’t soldiers forms, just regular Andracken contracts to give the appearance that she hadn’t come alone. Teo wasn’t worried as this was an avatar, and the Union had promised to ensure peace at the event.
Scanning the crowd she pulled up the numerous files of all the people in attendance. Hopefully she didn’t catch the eire of some alien that had been involved in the destruction of her previous home. Or any that she may have unknowingly trampled during her current actions. She did however look for the Carnathian representative, if they had shown up. Teo hoped she could find out if the crew of that freighter she had rescued was doing alright.
Taros - Infinite Dominion
Beep-Beep
The young Imperator let out a deep sigh and turned forwards at his desk, pressing a finger flat against the green button on the holo-display. Immediatley, a small, purple, and three-dimensional hologram appeared, standing no taller than his holographic computer's screen just to the left. The figure wore a long flowing dress, her hair down past her shoulders, and her sharp jawline contrasting with the softness of her eyes only brought on by age and experience.
"Keroth," she spoke, her voice slightly twinged with the granulation brought by long-distance holocalls. "I have almost arrived at the Silver Cradle. Do not do anything stupid or reckless while I am gone, lest I have your head," Meralth chuckled, her harsh words giving way to a smile.
Ezekiel returned the smile, and nodded, "I will not, Vakorian. May The Almighty bless, and give good luck. Hopefully this conference goes far cheerier than your last diplomatic meeting, aye?"
"Indeed, we can hope. With the security i've heard of, there will certainly be no-one trying to kill me unless a Dreft sneaks through somehow."
She paused.
"We will be entering the area and preparing to dock soon. I must go. Ave Imperator, Boy."
"Ave Imperator, Meralth," he scoffed, shaking his head. She must always leave as soon as they actually begin to converse. What a shame.
No matter, he told himself, and pressed the button. With a flash, her figure disappeared, and he was alone once again, left to nought but his thoughts....
Silver Cradle - Union of Worlds
The sights and sounds around Meralth were oddly upbeat, compared to the dreary boringness of conferences and meetings she had been used to. There was tension in the air- she could almost taste it- but the colours were far brighter, people had a bounce to their steps. It was quite frankly, infectious. In the first few minutes of being in the area, her normal depressed demeanor and the distance in her eyes was replaced with a solemn smile, and a twinge of hope that maybe this would go well, for a chance.
She wore her hair down, the dark brown silkiness flowing from the top of her head just down past her shoulders, strands of it flopping annoyingly into her face as she pushed it back into line; she wishes she had put it up into a bun, or some sort of band.
Her green eyes accented the brown nicely, almost seeming to give off a soft, radiant glow in the shine of the lights overhead.
Falling down almost to the floor was her dress of choice, and intricate lattice of deep purples, greyish whites, and weaved with patterns of gold, marking symbols of the Star, House Vakorian, The Imperium, and more recently added on, golden symbols of the Dominion weaved in.
On her hands she wore a pair of long gloves, the dark purple mixed with the purplish off-white contrasting with her deep bronze skin, but matching with the dress quite nicely. Her shoes were relatively short heels, with the same purple and off-white colours as before, each with a purple crystal- most likely artificial- implanted into the top.
One of her gloved hands carried a glass with some sort of orange drink in it; she hadn't tasted it yet, deciding to hold onto it for later when any processions or side conversations may begin. For now, she waited; standing off to the side as to not be in anyone's way.
Selenican Delegation
As the historians have studied across many people's cultures and histories, summits like this were exceptionally rare. Any chance to form a peaceful relationship with any number of powers would be lovingly snatched up and taken by the Selenicans, thus it was decided to send two of their strongest diplomats to this event. Selene, chosen for her stellar performance with the Columen Artificialis deal, and Klara, chosen for the swift and calculated gathering of Brightstone and half of the Sjkevelal system, thought lost to most else. No one was idiotic enough to risk the ire of the Union of Worlds or even the galactic stage at large, so no weapons, armed landers, or warships accompanied the women as they arrived to the Silver Cradle.
Silver Cradle - UoW
The arrival of the two was reported back home, safely conducted and mostly uneventful, it was to be a majestic experience.
"Selene?" Klara asks, dressed in her finest white attire, resembling a somewhat tight dress with gold trimming and patterning on it, a jeweled bracelet on her left arm with a next-to-perfect cut topaz in it.
"Yes?" Selene would reply, anxious as to the upcoming meeting. Her dress would be of similar style and sense, though a maroon instead of white, a brass instead of gold, an onyx of similar craft in her bracelet. Matched with Selene's naturally leusistic complexion, this matched the colors of the Selenican flag. No doubt a purposeful inclusion. "These outfits are so...garish."
"Well, I was about to say something about that. I wonder if all this splendor is needed, really." the younger serpent would reply.
"Most of these powers haven't ever seen us in-person, apparently Selia thought it would be good PR to send us out like this."
"Well, whatever the case, this place is utterly amazing. Haven't seen anything like it!"
Indeed, the Silver Cradle was most unlike the boring and drab offices and meeting rooms at home. It was a vibrant event, something worth photographing or recording and holding for the ages, if the equipment wasn't to be confiscated. The two serpentine women both carried with them a bag, neutral grey in color, which held any number of fineries that may be called for. None of this kind of grandeur was present back in the Selenican Republic, nor was there any words to describe the utter euphoria the women experienced in this place.
However, despite the near child-like joy which the Selenicans were experiencing, none were unaware of the tension. Orilla? Them of all people coming to a SAGA-hosted event? Truly, this must be something worth recording for the ages.
Vahnnan Delegation
The Vahnnans made good use of the 5-delegate limit imposed on all parties set to participate in the event. If it were up to Vianni Dendrook the Vahnnan delegation would've only included herself, her aide, and the representative of House Hoshann. However, the heir apparent was promptly overruled by her parents on the matter, said individuals stating that it was a matter of "security" and that she shouldn't "waltz around unattended". As such not only is she accompanied by her aide and the (somewhat) insufferable Karsha Strel of House Hoshann, she's also shadowed by a pair of bodyguards - always within a few meters of herself, always sweeping the floor with their hawk-like gazes.
It's a waste of manpower and effort, honestly. Yes, leaning towards CONA on the galactic spectrum does paint a target on their backs, but Vianni has little to worry about after witnessing some of the measures put in place by the Union of Worlds. With their safety practically guaranteed, her parents need not worry about their heir.
Granted, perhaps the guards were requested by Karsha rather than her parents. He's arrogant and sly, befitting of nearly every stereotype that seems to cling to nobility like a plague to a rodent. Yes, perhaps the guards are moreso for his own personal feeling of protection, rather than her own. It's all fine and dandy in the end.
The Vahnnans are perhaps some of the simplest-dressed individuals present at the event; their guards have traded their ceremonial armor and accompanying pomp for more suitable suits of an azure blue paired with pants of a darker blue. Angular shoulders and slightly-elevated boots couple with their passive expressions and simple cybernetics to give them a look not too dissimilar to some manner of corporate personnel. They walk with their hands clasped behind their backs and with precise movements, obviously intent to do their job to the best of their abilities despite the sheer lack of threats to face.
Vianni's aide is dressed in a similar, albeit smoother and less crisp, suit of a deep purple, his black hair combed to one side. He stands beside his superior with a pleasant smile on his face, listening with false attention to Karsha as the noble drones on about some silly subject only Karsha could possibly be interested in; why Hoshann chose to send him is by far the greatest mystery of the day. Karsha himself dons a turquoise and teal pinstripe suit, his hands gesturing as wildly as his bushy mustache wiggles, the black hair atop his head shaved down practically to nothing.
Rounding off the group of 3-foot aquatics, Vianni is dressed in a buttoned coat whose sides trail down and down, flaring out and ending at her ankles; a more elegant and stylish take on the classic trenchcoat, partnered with high-rising boots and elbow-length gloves. Her color palette is duller than her companions - her coat a dark shade of grey, her other articles a more charcoal-y hue - though the energy in her eyes more than makes up for it. Her wavy locks are less refined and rigid than the others, instead descending over her shoulders and halting at her waist. Only a single blot mars the smooth fabrics of her coat, an emblem of her House, and by extension her connection to the VFS.
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"-and so you see, I had to acquire such a specimen. Think of its presence, of the impact it'd have on the room! My, I believe it really would spruce up the gallery; now if Lady Hoshann would only let me install another tank into the walls..." Even Vianni's aide begins to tune out Karsha's rambling as the Vahnnan delegation enters the main hall, both the guards and the delegates eyeing those present. It's an intriguing mixture of foreign and familiar, a mixture bound for interesting results and, hopefully, well-timed progress.
Vianni can't help but feel her tail curl around her leg, a sign of her slowly-rising anxiety; she can only hope her face doesn't betray that same emotion.
Imperial palace - Red Bulwark
The Imaginarium had truly gifted them. The priority for a connection to the ancnet was to establish connections of high importance, such as those wired directly to the emperor himself. The news ran through his mind like a string in a mill, running past a labyrinth of thought processes tens of kilometres in diameter as he evaluated what he saw.
Of course, He'd already brought attention to the empire's existence, but this meeting would be both a teaching and learning experience. Such a gathering of high importance would be a foolish thing to miss if they were to ever connect to this galactic community. It was also a perfect opportunity to introduce himself; he'd seen that there were certainly beings more exotic than himself, so he was confident his rather odd presence would be accepted. But he couldn't go along by himself, that would be pitiful, yet he knew not the risks of bringing his most important staff.
For once however, he swallowed his doubts, skimmed over his list of personnel, and made a choice.
Silver Cradle - UoW
Even among the many varied and mismatched ships of the delegates sitting quietly in the heavily secure docking rigs, one was particularly garish. A ship of black and gold, a kilometre long, aggressively occupying its surroundings with spires and symbolism. Its etched gold-plated hull merely echoed the ego of the being that owned it, and its thousands of deckhands and officers sat and waited, hoping for this event to go as planned.
There were a few setbacks before Vulkan stepped through the doors. Not least of all he had to bring forth megalodon as a hologram in drone form, and so said drone was promptly completely disassembled and rebuilt to assure it wasn't anything to be concerned about. Vulkan himself was also an oddity; being mostly just molten metal made thorough scans rather tricky, but, after suggesting ultrasound, the Emperor was given an uneasy pass.
Partly to make sure he didn't seem paranoid, he brought along the High General Kiristine and the dictator for sector 01 Kyra Vance.
Vulkan approached the venue with his usual demeanour, though his obsidian 'skin' had been vaguely shaped to resemble a suit in this case, a figure he was sure would be appreciated as a formality. He wore a slightly less potent rendition of his usual crown, settling for something resembling a tiara more than anything else and perhaps just subtly tried to emphasize the molten glow from the gaps between his joints, which sparked the occasional ember to drift upward.
Megalodon was in her usual avatar's attire, while the old, Joweled general wore his ceremonial uniform, the sash on his chest covered in medals that would be meaningless to outsiders, but that he'd be all to happy to explain as the solid gold charge on his cap glinted as he walked. Alongside him was a younger looking woman, within her middle age. She wore a red dress somewhat like Megalodon's, though with a far longer skirt, and gold trims complemented by black furred gloves and, oddly enough, a beret.
Vulkan's delegation would likely catch a few gazes, and Vulkan expected this, he knew not a single one of these people, their ambitions or gripes, so now was the time for learning, they stepped down, vulkan displaying a pleased expression as the rest smiled their ways along, eager to greet the first of those who would greet them...
The Union’s invitation had not been wasted on the Nucleans, quickly making its way to Overseer Ala, who had elected to attend herself. This was to be her first major diplomatic action as the leader of the Ancerious sector, and she intended to make the most of it. Perhaps even cooler heads might prevail, and the war could be at least partially deescalated. She didn’t expect to get too far along that avenue, at least from one meeting, but there was hope that it could be a start.
Half a day prior to the conference, a single Focal-class supercruiser had unceremoniously materialized out of FTL nearby one of the designated arrival areas within the Mirach system, much to the alarm and annoyance of many of the smaller dignitary vessels in proximity to it. While many of the attendees had chosen to arrive in small luxury yachts or similar vessels, Ala had been convinced by Fleetmaster Serran to borrow one of Misya Elim’s garrison vessels for the occasion. Even now Serran waited on the capital megastructure, sipping a cup of devka and chuckling at the thought that if nothing else came of this meeting, the Ecumene’s presence would have reminded everyone else of their preeminence within the galactic northwest...or at least the Tuvian and Umarian sectors.
For her part, Ala eagerly had stood within the vessel’s bridge for the journey, looking around with fascination at the transformed Mirach system. It was not long ago that this had been the site of the first battle of the Second Ancerious War. Which made it a fitting location in her eyes, for the site of the first conference that could keep the current war from escalating as the previous one had.
The supercruiser had quickly arrived at its anchoring point, having requested a position near the edge of the parking area, where its great mass wouldn’t be in the way. From one of the radial bays on the rear third of the ship, a small chrome shuttle emerged, quickly accelerating on its gravitic engines to the Silver Cradle. As soon as it landed, the Nuclean Overseer had stepped off, unescorted. She was dressed in robes of royal blue silken smart cloth, with thin silver lines forming a geometric pattern on her back. She had gladly submitted to the security screenings, carrying no weapons as requested. Instead, woven into her robes were a variety of electronics and other systems, that would monitor her status and even provide limited protection against certain weapons.
She had spent much of the time prior to the event chatting with various delegates and enjoying the parks around the former AGA headquarters, making her way back inside as the events began. As soon as the event had officially started, she began making a beeline for the Union Prime Minister, eager to formally meet the leader of one of the Ecumene's longest allies in the galaxy. Approaching him and the FRK delegate, she smiled “Prime Minister Eiasten” she said, calling him by his surname in the rather odd manner customary to many of the galactic nations “I am pleased to finally have the chance to meet you, and congratulate you on such a splendid idea as this peace conference.”
Echotian Delegation- Silver Cradle
The open invitation to the Silver Cradle did not go unnoticed by the United Echotian Empire, with many of House Valour volunteering themselves to represent the Empire on the galactic stage once more. Though many were considered, the final roster of representatives momentarily turned nation-wide attention away from the war.
A single luxury corvette would be their chariot, arriving ceremoniously on wings of crackling purple lightning. While this vessel had been stripped of its weapons, it still held its disposition of a valiant knight in armour. Proud, unperturbed, much like the Echotians it carried.
First and foremost, the presence of Owex Tsu’tan, the KingsChampion, was enough to draw the attention of the vast majority of the Empire. Apart from visiting Val’Torel in its early years, Owex had not left Estanix since the Thraxxian rule began.
An Echo well into his years, Owex was a rare sight; clad in his silver plate armour and resplendent crown, he towered at nearly eight feet tall. His wizened features crossed with the scars of many battles, and his eyes were deep and knowing. To even stand in his presence made the other Echo representatives a little awestruck, but they remained professional all the same.
Accompanying the KingsChampion to this momentous occasion were the two Princes of House Valour, Taox Voll and O’dira Koval. While they did not yet hold the mantle of House Kings, they both held considerable sway over House Valour. Their presence here would be a test of their skill, as well as allow them to gain more influence in the galactic community. The location could not be more opportune, and neither of them would waste the chance.
Adorned in their own House Valour uniforms, the Princes each wore their own variant of white cloak, as well as a brow ornament like that of a stylized set of silver laurels.
Arriving at the venue, and passing through the numerous pat-downs and scans without incident, the two Princes and their KingsChampion made their way to the main convention hall, high spirited and ready to scope out the other attendees.
Prima Stella, Killian Verge.
"Main body status, Scutum" Lillians voice echoed through the chambers of her station, a bunch of holographic screens in front of her at the time.
"Main body charged, no anomalies detected." The metallic, empty voice groaned. Suddenly, a message had appeared before both the AI.
"Oh, interesting, new message. Let's see what's inside..... Oh hell YES! Scutum, ready outfit Alpha, this body is going places, WOOOOOOOO!"
Silver Cradle, UoW
Lillian acted quickly once the invitation to the galaxy had been sent out. Her main, most precious body, the body that represented her was going to present itself to such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She hated the war, and she wanted to see it end, and something like this is something she could absolutely not refuse to go to.
Her hair and was a beautiful black, being fully groomed for and softened for the occasion. Her choice of clothing was a cobalt blue base dress, a vibrant, yet dark scheme with it, with stripes of black, and a small part of white, a pair of high heels, going a dark cobalt to mix well with her dress, a bracelet, black beads with a symbol resembling the one on her hand, a beautiful jewel necklace, with a symbol of infinity at its center, in it, embedded several rare metals, all shaped like quartz. Finally, her hair was in a braided chignon, her usually long hair all being condensed into the hairstyle.
Lillian wanted to be as diplomatic as possible, and so, she only brought a big, luxury diplomatic vessel, with basically no offensive capabilities. Of course, back at home, defense was at an all time high, as she didn't want an invasion meanwhile her main body was here. The sight of the supercruiser was amusing to her, although she understood the concern.
Getting through security was a breeze. They asked a couple of questions about her unusual readings due to her body, but explained to security what her body was exactly, and even let them inspect it on a deeper level. She had nothing to hide, however, she had no weapons on this body, but still had skills enough to be able to defend herself and others incase things went south, this was a meeting of opposing factions, after all.
Once she got through, it was a whole different world. Vibrant, lively, full of people, diplomats from all over, all dressed in all kinds of clothes and outfits, and she enjoyed it a lot. Being relatively new to the galaxy, no one gave her that much attention, even for being a national leader, but, she enjoyed it nonetheless. Her body language gave off the aura of someone intelligent, sophisticated, wise, and yet, kind, warm and caring. She came alone, no drones, no bodyguard mechs, just her mind and body, and she preferred it that way.
Taking a good look at the crowd, it was clear that there were bound to be some friendly faces, she had made some alliances after all, and this was a golden opportunity for her to just be able to socialize and interact given her mostly lonely life, after all. It was time for her to look around.
The Crucible, Svarthan Capital
The message from the Union of World was met with a great deal of hope and admiration among the Svarthan. After all, such a gathering would be excellent to not only meet many new faces and make new associations, but also to hopefully begin talks of new trade routes and mining operations in conjunction or simply close to other polities. Since it is being hosted by the Unions head of state, CTO Diorvud decides that they will personally attend the event. Their only company will be two MHEA Juggernauts, specially modified for this task by having all their weapons removed and replaced with ECM and other non lethal non aggressive methods of defense such as large hydraulic arms to restrain attackers, and extra armor layered on to their already tank like bodies. Once this task is complete, with the juggernauts having been chosen for calm demeanors, ease of diffusing tense situations in their units, and a generally friendly disposition the Chief Trust Officer departs.
Silver Cradle, Union of Worlds
Unlike many of the other delegations that arrived in grand ships or luxurious yachts, the ship of the Svarthan at first seems to be there by mistake. It is a comparatively tiny thing, with an Orion-Medusa drive pushing and pulling it along on single digit kiloton explosions. It does not even bear significant decoration, apart from a lovingly painted mural depicting what appears to be a mining operation of some sort that encases its main habitational hull. However even with its lack of splendor it is clear that the ship is lovingly maintained and cared for. Its paint shines as if brand new, coated in a layer of protective sealant that gives it a slight glint in the darkness of space. Its exposed metallic components are polished to a mirror shine, and move as if they were greased not 5 minutes ago. Everything about the vessel speaks to a comparatively ancient craft given the highest level of care, much like a vintage car.
Assuming the ship is not immediately blown up for its arsenal of propulsive nuclear explosives, it carefully maneuvers its way to a docking point, its small size and fairly slender design making it a fairly easy task using its nuclear thrusters.
Once successfully at rest, Diorvud exits the craft flanked by his guards, and allows the group to be scanned.
The CTO looks downright plain compared to most of the other delegates present. Their body is of the average Svarthan length of eight feet, and reaches four in height with their mechanical shell. It seems all their augments are specialized around their current profession, with numerous fine manipulator limbs, automatic stenography machines, stamps, seal makers, and other such details needed to work behind a desk approving papers all day, not to mention the usual drones which are currently inactive. Unusually enough for Svarthan, Diorvud is actually “wearing” something that could be considered clothing, rather than just their modifications. Draped diagonally over their shell and held in place my magnets is a long gray and green sash, much like the flag of the Trust. It has a few pins of their office which bear the Svarthan sigil, but also some that seem to just be there for decoration and nothing else.
The Juggernauts on the other hand are far more impressive. Each stands at a height of 7 feet, with a length of 14, most of which seems to be their heavy black, angular composite armor shells. Even their drones are heavily armored with tough armored bodies that hide within the car sized beings. Scans of their internals reveal that there is almost nothing organic left of them, really just the nervous system, and other internal organs, most of which are also partially cybernetic. They have an internal fusion reactor, but no way to vent the plasma as a weapon. They also have numerous non harming defense systems, such as ECM, restraining arms, and the like, hopefully none of which will bar their entry.
Once inside the event, the group of 3 casually mills about chatting up anyone who cares to listen, but not doing much else at the moment.
Silver Cradle - Union of Worlds
Initially, they had no plans to show.
The kel'thulians grew more bitter and fell deeper into the whirlpool of anticolonialism day by day, while their citizens pushed and fought back against it. Things weren't going great. Eventually, however, after some sleazy deals and bribes, a few members of the Kel'thulian Free Ancerious Party, the main advocate for anti-CONA sentiment within the government, were able to secure a ride to the Silver Cradle.
They arrived on a basic dropship, sleek and cerulean with glowing radiators placed to mimic eyes of some sort. The three that arrived had undergone genetic modification to let their bodies function in oxygenated atmosphere prior to showing up at the event, allowing them to enter without their signature breathing masks in hopes it would make them seem less threatening. It was an odd sensation to them, to be sure.
Ka'li'bo, the de-facto leader of the trio, wore the same flowing cerulean and orange-gold robes that most politicians and diplomats did with a patch of their party sewn in; he and his entourage were no different. His robes, however, were adorned with splashes of golden olive branches, splayed across the folds and ripples like gilden waves in an ocean. His comrades, It'la'ma and Yu'bi'lo respectively, followed behind him as they entered the main area of the event, having put a thick patch of tape over where their claws would extend from as a gesture of docility.
Hopefully they could garner support for the broiling and smoldering civil war that they were laying the foundation for within their nation, and save many lives from being extinguished.
Inoxa System, Unanimity Space
The Artificia were not usually a people for overt diplomatic showings. It was seen as too big a risk, too dangerous to attend. Not only from the other participants, in Sameh's eyes at least, but from outsiders; events like that were a target.
Unfortunately, this social and political introversion had kept High Diplomat Koril cooped up in Unanimity space for too long, and she had grown restless. Immediately after the Union announced the invitation, Koril had contacted Sameh, pleading to go. Initially, Sameh had refused, citing it being too dangerous among a list of other, mostly spontaneous reasons.
Hours of argument had passed, until Koril had asked one thing Sameh had been unable to answer;
"What is the point of a diplomat you never use?"
Alongside calling Sameh a daft woman.
Begrudgingly, Sameh had finally accepted, though she sent Major Valka as a bodyguard. Koril had been delighted.
Silver Cradle, Union of Worlds
As such, it was perhaps to the surprise of some that the Artificia had answered the invitation, some had supposed their receiving the invite to be more out of courtesy than any expectation. They were, to an admittedly rapidly reducing degree given Admiral Tehno's presence in Capitol space, a neutral party in this war. They were a colonial yet they had not thrown their lot in with SAGA, at least not yet, even if their old allies were all there. They did not, however, agree nearly enough with the goals of CONA to side with it, either. They were unwilling to endanger themselves beyond what they saw as necessary, and currently hurling themselves into the midst of such a conflict was not seen as necessary.
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Regardless, they came, showing restraint in what came to the megastructure, though the full escort was substantially larger than what ultimately arrived in the system that housed the Cradle.
Valka was dressed in a sharp AUTA dress uniform, given a few extra adornments to make it look more befitting of such an event, proudly displaying his rank and an assortment of medals and badges displaying his past heroics in wars that did not concern this galaxy. It was hardly enough to cover an entire breast, unlike the generals of small nations that hadn't seen a proper war in half a century, but enough to certainly feel proud of. Valka kept his hands, for the time being, clasped behind his back, and had accepted the security checks with a professional quiet. As much as he had wanted to take a gun, not trusting so many foreigners and so many they were far from friends with with the safety of his charge, he had not wanted to cause a scene over his own mistrust.
Koril, for her part, was vastly different. Clad in a beautifully decorated, multi-layered kimono she had bought from the Ingenious, assorted jewelery and her hair tied into a large bun behind her clean hime cut, were it not for the emblems of the Unanimity she wore and her pink hardlight visage it would not have been amiss to think her a diplomat of the Jade Empire. Koril had accepted the security measures with a beaming smile, having never intended to cause a scene to begin with.
For the immediate moment, the Artificia veered out of their way to speak to no-one, Valka keeping close to Koril and Koril, for the time being, content to bask in the self-perceived warm energy of the event.
She had after all, though she would never admit it, wanted to come for social reasons, diplomatic chances being a bonus.
The United Federation of Free Nations was new to the wider Ancerious galaxy. Searching for ways to get a handle of the current war, which sides were which, who to possibly support. At word of a diplomatic summit the time was nigh, it was their opportunity.
"I know the risks, I lived through the last summit. All due respect your exalted councilmembers, but go fuck yourself. I am going to this summit, and you can not stop me from a different universe. Our standing in this new strange land require allies, not isolation." The grizzled old man cut the feed. The screen whisking away to show the backdrop of a swirling black hole. He turned, and spoke. "The Union of Worlds is not far from us. Prepare my vessel, and the shuttle. Get me Clara Harlay, and two of my best marines."
UoW Silver Cradle:
A group of four. Military commander Henry Solomon, chief diplomat Clara Harlay, and two large men dressed in their dress uniforms. Clara wore a fine, but relatively modest and simple dress. Her black hair carried down. While Solomon wore a form fitting white dress uniform, it's accents in purple. A golden five star badge above his left breast, but the many medals of other generals of both his own nation, and others were absent. The man saw them as a waste of time. The group of four seemed to be sitting at one of the many table. The three uniformed men looking rather nervious, while Clara was looking around the various people attending with a smile. The Artificoa diplomat Koril in particular catching her eye due to her appearance alone. She would wait for someone to approach her, or until she worked up the courage to go talk to someone else.
Meta-Sax Delegation
Debate had been brief within the Consensus on whom to send to such an auspicious event. Historically, these things tended to come with a variety of intrigues so the collective was hesitant due to their small numbers.
Whoever went would have to follow in the foot steps of The Greats who formed the original Confederation and all the political entities that followed. The ones who negotiated between the regional hyperpowers. The ones who walked tall amongst giants.
...Unfortunately, Clade Ladon did not have a resident of such caliber. Nor did any of them particularly expect to do astonishingly well in such a situation. Plus, the restriction on weapons may translate to a "please demote your biology" if taken to its extreme end, which would be tricky to navigate.
Instead, a vila qai was offered the choice to go, which was eagerly accepted. Yaninimi was one of a few sophont-level artificially crafted living beings among the Clade; the child-mind of the L&R division of bioships, Yaninimi was seen as gifted enough as a person to meet the needs of the summit, without presenting a threat or challenge to the delegations and their conditions.
Self-designated and presenting as male, Yani was green in skin tone, with human biological features and shaggy hair. His clothing was ceremonial in nature, with detailed etchings made by himself that represented the 'tonal shifts' of the biosphere within Ladon that Yani monitored. His eyes had heterochromatic features, with the inner eye a galaxy of golds and the outer iris a garden of greens.
It was exciting, blindingly so, to be allowed the honor of representing the Clade. Every bit as much a Saxheelian as one of the greater minds, Yani never the less did not imagine he would be in a position to affect things so greatly.
He'd carefully learned the major languages and cultures that would be present, and his arrival was full of friendliness and polite affect.
"This will be perfect."
Vaplana
The Vaplanan Queen had practically cried when the Union’s invitation arrived out of delight and frustration. Any hope of bringing peace ever closer to the warring factions in the Galaxy was such a warm welcome, however, Queen Fidelia was to be personally hosting a crucial diplomatic meeting when the Union’s event was to go ahead. She could not postpone it in any way, lest she causes offense, so she, unfortunately, could not attend. However, she could send someone in her place…
Hence why Prime Minister Malax Wickford found himself begrudgingly boarding a shuttle to take him to the Silver Cradle. He was so busy managing his investigation into the VDL still, but he couldn’t say no to Fidelia when she had practically thrown herself at his feet begging him to go on her behalf. As Vaplana’s second head of state on equal diplomatic footing as The Queen, he was the perfect alternative. He would just have to make it quick so he could return to oversee the investigation as soon as possible.
He purposely kept his party small, not wishing to make things unnecessarily complicated. The only person he needed by his side was his aide and nephew, Brian. It would be a good teaching opportunity for the young man to mingle with the political elite of the galaxy in a safe and controlled environment. Brian had been hinting that they needed to have something other than the investigation to do anyway.
Silver Cradle, Union of Worlds
The pair had arrived in good time, the journey was short and uneventful. Even more so was the security. Brian was a little shocked, having never left peaceful Vaplana, but Vaplana’s reputation meant they were not subjected to more extreme searches. Not that they were bringing anything inside more dangerous than a fountain pen, of course.
The pair fit in well among the other well-dressed delegates. Malax was wearing a regency-style jacket with tails in his signature deep green shade. He wore his collar high to frame his green cravat. This was not the style currently in fashion back home, but the old man had never been one to follow the trends.
Brian was dressed much more simply, sporting tight black trousers, a plain cream shirt, and a deep green waistcoat on the top. This too was not exactly representative of Vaplana’s current fashionable style but was much more accepted as a classic business style that never really fully fell out of favour.
There were people gathered here from both sides of the conflict, which was good to see. Malax hoped this would make the progress towards peace easier to achieve. Being neutral, however, he found himself quickly being drawn to several representatives he recognised from some fellow neutral unaligned. Some easy and polite conversation would do them no harm until the event officially began, although the itch to keep checking his PDA for updates was ever-present.
As you clearly understand, the Nullwyld dynasty has proven less than capable through the actions of your siblings. We expect nothing but sucess in this diplomatic mission, failure to meet those standards will have consequences on the position of your bloodline. Do not fail us, for their sake, and your own
Such was the message relayed to Xovia, tearing the Pureblood away from her assignment on the other side of the Galaxy. The threat was clear, one of her brothers had returned from an research expedition with a butchered fleet and legions of Homunculi lost. The other was still fighting against Eos in an Ancerium-fuel system, barely scraping by thanks to the aid of allies of circumstance. Though relationships with the Meta Sax had been established, and thus given them considerable political advantages. Ultimately that was a fleeting moment of relief, one that would be buried underneath any gaffe that could occur here
Xovia felt no fear at the possibility of failure, simply because it couldn't ever occur.
The vessel slowly approached the meeting point, there was reason to rush after all, and show oneself as desperate. Every few moments information from Unbroken agents parsing through the Ancnet came back. Data on the delegates, the histories of their species, empires. Any biological or psychological quirks to take care off. Libraries of data poured into the Alpha AI of the Pleasure Barge, before they were scrubbed for valuable info and passed down to Xovia. The Pureblood sat in the command throne of her Pleasure Barge, sipping on fresh crimson sustenance provided by one of the Homunculi attendants. Idily she absorbed the flow of data through her implants, remebering only what would be relevant. The Galaxy was chockfull of life, yet only so much of it was worth knowing about.
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From the outside the Pureblood appeared human, atleast in the shape of her body. Though not much could be gleamed from her diplomatic outfit, which obfuscated nearly all details. Ultimately the new form of mankind would be offputing to less open-minded species. As such it was tradition to hide one's self until closer relations were established. Every patch of skin was covered by a layer of a porcelain-like plastic, one that was covered with text written in the True Script, detailing the history of the Nullwyld dynasty. Her visage itself was hidden underneath a clean white mask devoid of any features except for the runic representation of her name.
Utvrda System, Loyalist HQ
As war was waged in and around Aedleshaven and in the wider galaxy alike, news from the front lines were starting to reach SCUM Loyalists.
And the news was grim when it concerned their own troops who had ventured out into the galaxy to support Orillians, a move which some look to as a mistake in retrospect.
Despite it being impossible to tell who was winning, they couldn’t afford to stick by those who would let their own allies be nuked without repercussions.
So, when Leo and his advisory council had heard about the diplomatic conference in UoW space, they were all too eager to send someone to attend and at least seek out what the general consensus was when it came to escalation, how they felt about the war and if they could potentially find a way to keep a back door open to SAGA nations in case this war ends sooner than what was hoped.
While various dignitaries, state officials and nobles alike gathered from all over the galaxy to participate in the event, Loyalists found themselves struggling to come up with a way to send one of their own to attend, as sending an official representative was out of the question, and they couldn't simply sneak in together with the press as they weren’t allowed in. After some debate it was concluded that the best course of action would be to sneak in a trusted person in someone else’s team of diplomats who would go on to do their own thing as soon as they could split off from the group.
Eventually they managed to find a suitable target for this in the form of one of the CONA factions, Farock Republic, that has a long-known problem with high level corruption, and organised crime, making it relatively simple to secure a spot of a lowly aide to one of the representatives going to Silver Cradle with simple bribery, with funds ironically acquired from Orillia.
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Silver Cradle, Union of Worlds
It had been a risky move, but it all seemed to pay off in the end when his ship, F.R.S. “Gift” had docked and he was finally allowed into the event proper after passing security checks without any issues. The personnel were quite polite, and he didn’t intend to bring anything in either way- he wasn’t stupid, and the mission was purely diplomatic.
Niko was average height, his hair cut short with some of it missing from a small scar near his left ear from an accident when he was little. Dressed quite simply in a bespoke burgundy smoking jacket like the rest of his ‘colleagues’ from Farock with a black tie around his neck, he quickly informed his benefactor, Shavil, who simply nodded and informed him to be there along with others when time came for dinner.
Thus formally free from being watched over, Niko decided to go around, trying to note down who all chose to attend this event and where they were before approaching any of them. Getting a moment alone with a high ranking SAGA official is among the stuff on his to-do list, but for now that would prove far too difficult, so perhaps later.
He froze for a second when he saw the Orillian representative in the distance, before recomposing himself. They couldn’t have the slightest idea who he really was or who sent him, so there was nothing to worry about…
SILVER CRADLE
The Zetyans had never planned to show.
Even if they wanted to, they couldn't have. Back home, their politics were in shambles, and right now their focus was on making sure they didn't go kaput-no time for assuaging their allies, let alone coming to a meeting promoted by the figurehead of their enemy. Their own problem to solve. It, along with other reasons, was why Fg'han Y'hola, rising star of the diplomatic corps in the Clanholds, was here.
Actually, it was especially why he was here.
Dillusionment was a hell of a drug-especially when it was handed to you on a platter by a cryptid and a zombie, right after being kidnapped. His friends knew his predicament roughly, but they didn't know the full secret, not yet. That's why he didn't inform them he was coming here; right now, they thought he was at the ICA embassy many systems away, doing damage control so their allies didn't get too worried. He didn't even arrive on his own vessel; he hitchhikered on though a shuttle belonging to someone forgettable, and from the moment he stepped off the docking bay he made sure to keep his head down-not easy when wearing a three-piece.
He had a bucketlist of what to talk about, but his problem was of who to talk to. Setting up connections, that would be the easy part-he did it every day. It was knowing who to do it with that was hard. Sure, he could always just go through the big four or five figureheads and hope they didn't just laugh in his face, but it was always the littler guys who had the bigger impact. He knew a few names, tangential contact-Vaplana, Bulwark, Janar were the ones he paid attention to-but anything and everything was worth pursuing. According to word of mouth, the Kel's were starting to reconsider allegiances too-worth having a chat with them. He would need every string he could pull-anything to get his country out of the shit they were sinking into.
...Of all the things to murder half their political board over, Vol'nisa chose technology. If he was that shortsighted...
No time to reminisce. His eyes flicked about as he meandered through the convention, looking for names, faces, flags. His search was on, and he'd either come home with full hands or no hands at all.
Ka'thog lumbered into the main chamber,footsteps which would have normally echoed across the whole room were now no less quiet than the gentle fall of a leaf.
This was deliberate,as the creature wished to maintain a low profile,or atleast as low as was possible for a towering juggernaut made of pure nightstone and raw Psion stuff. Still,he'd already made it past what he figured to have been the hardest roadblock,that being the scrutiny and investigation beforehand.
Unsurprisingly,the process of approval was not easy for a creature whose whole body counted as a weapon and looked as if naught but murder filled its mind. Even now he could only guess the eyes of those charged with security were watching him with great care. He did not blame them,he simply couldn't. This assembly was,to put it mildly,ridiculously risky in terms of safety. Had he been in the soldier's shoes,there'd have been little doubt in denying his own entry without hesitation.
Still,the universe had proven merciful,he was inside. Already he could make out the visual queues of nations he recognized,both fondly and less so. As his gaze washed over the crowds,one figure stood out in particular for but a moment,almost familiar waves of thought poured from its silhouette,reminding him of an encounter whose details he could not quite put together in that instant.
A trick of the mind,he figured,even he had his limits after all the ceaseless work that had to be fulfilled recently,too much responsibility,too much planning and thinking.
The lithorian resigned himself to a far off corner,he did not intend to give any speeches on this day,but be merely an observer. Truth be told,he hardly had to come in the first place.
The Lithorian Collective had ties to both CONA and SAGA,enforcing a neutral stance that nobody of importance even questioned. To add on to this,Ka'thog did not believe for a second any kind of deescalation could actually be achieved. With strategic weapons fully planned or deployed,the stakes had been raised too much. Still,even if this meeting would probably end poorly,perhaps disastrously,there was no doubt that what occurred here would change the course of history. This was why they could not afford to miss it. Whether or not he had to attend in person,or by proxy of psionic avatar to be more precise,was another matter. Having Uq'eik handle things was becoming a bit of a habit,one which he hoped to break out of. There was no doubt the little thing was skilled,but its successes were raising serious concern from the ranks of the Jingos,they could upset the balance if left unchecked.
Even more so,he was the Grand Hexarch,political leader of the Collective,remaining isolated and cooped up in the Austral Expanse was not an option. He had to travel,interact,build up a bit of publicity. Besides,his own diplomatic skills weren't too shabby either,he had handled the talks with ICA well enough...
Realization hit him. That's why that figure looked so familliar. It had the same air about it as the Zetyan delegate,Fg'han was their name? It was about the height of a matured vermin too. Such a thing should have been impossible,he saw the alien get dragged to his doom by the mythical Gritch with his own eyes,even if remotely.
He frantically scanned the room again,nothing in sight. Was he really just imagining things?
Still slightly suspicious,the lithorian got back to focusing on the main stage and delegates,now oblivious to the happenings across the rest of the chamber or any who might be approaching
As soon as Fg'han laid his wandering, capless eyes on the creature, he knew.
He could recognize Ka'thog a mile away, anyone could, and it made him stop dead in his tracks. A lumbering hulk that glistened with green lightning made of nightstone, a show in and of itself. Perhaps he didn't immediately remember the name, but everyone remembers a face-and this face belonged to the most important Lithorian alive. Even now, looking at him made him bristle-he couldn't even explain why, the being was well and far away from him. Was it a silent weapon? Some psychic imprint? Anything was plausible with those fuckers.
It wasn't a surprise they were here, but it was a surprise on who was here.
...And the 'who' was throwing him off his game. No doubt the beast could smell the adrenaline in his system from over there. He needed to get moving, get going on his bucket list. He blended into the crowd once more, an eye now kept on the towering thing as he resumed his search, to decide who would be first on the docket...
"Good day Overseer Ala thank you for coming" Eiasten grinned and extended a handshake "It is certainly a large event and I am quite amazed at how many nations have already arrived, I find myself gazing to the entry and seeing even more appear, at this rate most of the galaxy will be represented, on both sides. Even Orillia turned up I have to say that caught me by surprise"
"Perhaps some progress will truly be made" The President of the FRK retorted. Both she and Eiasten stood alongside a small group including the ICS President, Princess Saffire who was in her formal wear and James Hargun, all three talking off to the side. Eiasten grunted.
"We will see."
"Prime Minister, it is an honour to meet you face to face" The voice came from between the crowd as the New Janar delegation made their way over "Ambassador Tingel of New Janar, thank you for both inviting us and setting up this event we truly hope to make some groundwork progress here" The man bowed. Eiasten bowed in return.
"The honour is all mine ambassador, we firmly despite what the propoganda says, believe in peace and if we can try alleviate the conflict in its opening stages then we can avert truly disastrous consequences later on"
"I couldn't agree more. I look forward to potential resolutions and talks later regarding steps we can take. Please dont let me keep you I know you have an opening speech soon"
"Thank you for the introduction and I will make sure we can discuss such measures at a later time. Please, enjoy the event"
Unified Democratic Systems
Despite of being relatively new in the wider politics of the Ancerious Galaxy the UDS had been incredibly active in trying to assert themselves as a willing player. Indeed, not only by getting involved in the mess of the 3AW but also by engaging in various levels of diplomacy with nearby nations that ranged from simple cultural exchanges to even partial subjugation through military force. So when the invitation to this event reached the ears of the Overseer Council it was natural for them to dispatch a delegation to the Silver Cradle.
Though the question then became the matter of who they should send- an ambassador would be an obvious bet but upon further review, they came to the realisation that such a rank may not be appropriate due to both bureaucracy and consideration of the various nations who would be in attendance, many of whom have sent higher ranking individuals. After some debate, they finally found out who to send- a member of the Overseer Council itself. And none was more perfect that Overseer Michael in spite of his eccentrics.
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Silver Cradle- UDS Delegation
A group of three made up the UDS’s delegation to the Union of Worlds. All three of them arrived at the main event hall in sombre black clothes that were somewhere in between long coats and robes decorated with either blue or silver embroidery. The three of them swept through the hall briskly and with purpose, though the conversations the three had with each other were more fitting to that of a casual event.
“Mhm…” A dark-skinned woman wearing a fedora muttered, “this is… fancy. More than what you’d expect but I suppose trying to ease delegates would be a priority…” She was Juliet. The attache-personal assistant of the Overseer. A rather potent psionic with supposed dream-walking capabilities and clairvoyance though one who was rather absent-minded as a result. Or maybe she was just like that.
“Well I for one am glad for the turn of events,” a black woman muttered, her eyes darting around the room to take in the sheer atmosphere, “I’d say this would be far more entertaining than what we usually have to do,” this was Aria. She worked as a liaison to the Systems Intelligence Office and was possibly a spy, but she did her job well. Like Juliet, she was also a psionic though not as potent, “I do wonder what sorts of people we shall meet, though.”
“Regardless of who we meet it should be quite fun I’d say. Though you’d have to forgive me if I were to direct us to meeting someone who’d have ties to a nation that we would benefit from in a relationship,” A man spoke. From the bits of skin exposed, one could tell he was quite pale and possessed brown hair. But much of his features were hidden by an ornate silver mask made from metal and synthetic material. It was elaborately built with many shifting parts and pieces that moved as if to mimic exaggerated facial expressions. This was Michael of the Overseer Council and a man of many mysteries. And he was here to represent the UDS, “now then, let us frolic with our peers, shall we? Or would you prefer we find the refreshments table? I do like the idea of mooching off our hosts for free food.”
Huron Delegation - Silver Cradle
Despite the odd timing of this venture, Arch-Governor Straken couldn't help but smile.
As war was being waged, the gears of diplomacy grinded forward, or at least that was how Straken viewed it. It did not surprise him that diplomatic events would be held in such precarious times, yet one so large and so soon into the conflict made him raise an eyebrow. The invitation to the Silver Cradle was, of course, accepted, though in private seen as slightly suspicious, despite the invitation being from a SAGA ally.
Regardless of his opinion on the timing of the event, he actually found himself looking forward to the event in nervous anticipation, as his envoy cruiser quickly made way. He has had experience in diplomacy before, yet it was with empires from their own galaxy; the Tar'ell, the Turak, even some minor empires on the fringes of Huron space. This was his chance, and the Technocracy's chance, to make some connections, make themselves known to the wider galaxy.
At 500 meters, Straken's envoy cruiser, thin, sleek and angular as it was, was small for a Huron ship, especially for one designated a cruiser, yet due to its size it was determined that the ship park somewhat out of the way. Within the disembarkation deck, Straken's anticipation only grew, yet the slightest sense of unease crept in his mind until he looked beside him, seeing one of his delegates staring at him for the slightest of moments. With him were three delegates; Plaxic, his senior diplomat; Pitrick, one of Cindrick's most trusted diplomats; and Bard, Pitrick's trusted aid. In comparison to his delegates, Straken was still taller, yet his unnaturally thin physiology was obscured by bulky ceremonial garbs, made to look like flowing, silvery metal with bands of navy blue, the emblem of the Huron Technocracy firmly printed on his back. Plaxic, a convert, was much more brutish, extensive cybernetics and wires contained, though not entirely, by long robes of similar material to Straken's, his cybernetic eyes glowing cyan, and his blue-veined face half obscured by a complex rebreather system.
The delegate staring at him, Pitrick, was a man that Straken personally did not trust, although he understood perfectly why he was here; if it weren't for the diplomatic doctrine he embraced, and knowing his exaggerated and unusually-smooth, borderline perfect facial features were purpose built for said doctrine, Straken could have mistaken the man for a genuine sociopath. His presence, however, was highly necessary, as a direct link to the Lord of Knowledge. Cindrick's diplomat was very tame in dress, wearing a simple black suit with a blue tie, making him something of an oddity among the others. His aide was not quite as extreme, and in fact, being the youngest and most inexperienced among them, Bard was the most tame in appearance, yet one who Straken only trusted slightly more; same dress as Pitrick to every detail, combed blonde hair, and a cybernetic right eye only revealed by two skin-deep wires leading from his temple.
Upon arrival, the quartet passed through the numerous scans and pat-downs without much incident, only having to explain why metal detectors were always going to go off when checking them. After that, they made their way to the convention hall, ambition and nervousness plenty in the minds of everyone but Pitrick.
Out on the floor, Vulkan and those he brought along were busy greeting smaller nearby independent factions, those he had started to build a small community with for one reason or another. The talking turned into a small gathering, which was fine by them for now, as the main speech hadn't even begun and more leaders were filing in by the minute.
At some point he felt an odd and very slight disturbance, He looked over at megalodon, who seemed to know what it meant, actually having the hardware to receive the signal properly. She looked and made a small expression that conveyed she knew he felt it.
"Ah, That'll be signal from another delegate from one of the side rooms it seems. Looks like they want to talk somewhere more relaxed."
Vulkan nodded in response, his eyes shifting to thought for but a moment before turning back to his group. He finished up a loose end conversation about asteroid belt mining before telling them all he had to go elsewhere. The reaction was mixed, however it soon turned more positive quite quickly when Vulkan's body simply split into two over the course of a few moments, with the second waving and trotting off bearing a gleeful expression. An impressive party trick for sure.
The split him was beginning to have trouble reaching the room, having to greet but dismiss passers-by as he was more focused on getting to the side room. Fortunately nobody was burned as he politely pushed past them to where he'd seen the place on the map.
It wasn't long before the Divine Lotus Blossom delegation arrived, a trio of pink, yellow, and white-robed females of clearly synthetic white skin, black hair, and shining silver augmentation. As they had exhaustively explained to the security forces no doubt well aware of Q-space's unique inhabitants, each of them was merely a puppet body containing a true cultivator's Will, a partitioned copy of their mind which while lacking a true ego of their own would perfectly replicate anything that cultivator would say or do, and in a body like this completely lacking the combat potential of any true cultivator. In this case, they were all Wills split off from the Interior Elder Tan Mei, a higher-up within the Divine Lotus Blossom Sect itself.
"My my, isn't this impressive!" One remarked, looking around at all the milling figures within the meeting area.
"Our main body will be most appreciative of the new memories we will attain here, once we return."
"No doubt. Let us settle in and see how this goes."
As the nation had at this time avoided any sort of major commitment to the war, this appearance was practically an afterthought, more a means to scope out the rest of the factions and what they thought of things than out of any personal investment in this conflict.
Ala shook Eiasten's hand "Ah yes, Orillia... perhaps we can make some inroads with them…"
Even as she said the words, she didn’t believe them, despite her own optimism. Orillia wasn’t fond of colonial nations, especially the Nucleans, whom they seemed to harbor a particular dislike for ever since they had come to blows at La Sereña. But even if they could get past that, and the Ecumene’s non-native status, the de facto leader of CONA was probably unlikely to want to deescalate, as they were benefiting from the war in the first place.
As other representatives approached the Union Prime Minister, Ala moved away with a polite "Excuse me", going to see whom else she could meet. It was then that her sharp eyes caught notice of a triad of what looked to be synthetic humans, dressed in bright colors, making their way into the gathering.
Interesting... she thought to herself, unsure of what nation they might be from, and deciding to speak to them.
Approaching, she gave the customary slight bow of the head and shoulders that her people were known for, speaking in softly accented Galactic Common "Greetings, I am Overseer Ala of the Nuclean Ecumene. Who might you be?"
CES Delegation - Silver Cradle
Debate over the possible presence of the CES was very thin upon the Board of Directors. The presence is a must, the only true question was to see if the event would turn into conflict or not. Risking losing a high member of the corporate ranks was out of the table, and although they trusted the Union's intents in bringing the galaxy towards a moderate meeting ground, they could not help but play safely for the first few moments of the event.
However, as always, the gears of their paradigmn churned, it decided the time where an event of terrorism would have likely already occurred, but they would not be late as to save their reputation. Kirlan knew of this more than anyone else. Although certain prominent Branches and Subsidiaries were allowed to pick their own representatives to this meeting, numbering no more than 10 on an SC-1 ship with a small security detachment, Kirlan represented the CES Conglomerate itself, rather than any specific subsidiary.
A nigh-freakishly tall lizardman with a slim build, his usually calm, almost sleepy behavior betrays his highly intelligent background, although many worked through and with the oveararching system of the megacorporations, Kirlan was the one that helped implement it into spaceborne operations. His job was thankless, but in a way, he heralded the paradigmn, turning it from local, to the very self-supporting legs of the whole operation.
Subsidiary representatives spread along the halls looking for contacts with their customer or trading nations. Kirlan had no such concerns. He kept the datastream open within the neural augmentation, feeding his brain and eyes with relevant information from a technology that refined itself more and more as time went on, in the face of all of this technology and informational might, he chose to take a stroll around and simply observe what other had brought.
ZYPHER Embassy - Parvonis
The invitation to welcome peace was always a breath to hear in the madness of the chaos that was erupted around the galaxy. However, it was not calm for Morai, as he struggled to straighten his decor collar.
'crap...where is it? Where is it?' he frantically searched several tables for an un-named object, shuffling dataslates and holobinders aside. Silently, Morai's companion watched as he nearly tossed the room about trying to find a mystery object with a deadpan stare.
"youre acting like you forgot your car keys..." she said.
"The Chancellor is almost here. I gotta make sure i have my decors on, or Ambassador Airen, will eject his shoe so far my ass...." Morai paniced. The companion shook her head before patting his shoulders to stop him for a moment.
"Would you relax." She said as she reached and straighten and object that was on his collar band. Morai's curious hand reached up to touch the decor badge that signified him as a deputy ambassador.
"You'll be fine. You've spoken in worse siturations...this one is a peaceful one and youre with the queen of talking." She said as she made sure the rest of his uniform was presentable. Morai nodded.
"alright..." He took a breath before hearing a chime at the office door. They both turned, seeing the head of a raptor poke in.
"The Flagship is here. Lets go." he gestured, which becken both Morai and his partner to file out of the office.
Led out into the atrium of the Embassy, they shuffled into the group of security escorts.
Morai looked out to see the usual ships of the Embassy security force outside of the window, however the number of ships were near doubled. A total of 300 ships were now stationed at the Embassy as ‘the Delphia’ hovered into dock to pick up the two ambassadors. The security teams were exchanged into Centenarians as they are ushered aboard. Once they were cleared, the vessel disembarked and left for their destination, leaving their escort fleet behind at the Embassy.
“Deputy Ambassador Morai ma’m.” Morai saluted Yarru as they entered her office.
“Deputy Assist Lyrica” the companion saluted less haphazardly. Yarru chuckled abit and shook her hand.
“At ease you two. You’re not soldiers.” She said. All this time she was still not used to them addressing her.
“But hopefully tonight, we can play a part in ending this war peacefully.” Yarru added.
ZYPHER Delgation – Silver Cradle
It was but a short jump from the Embassy to the Silver Cradle, but it was not without it’s awe. Even as they're escorted into Union’s safe keeping and to where the party delegation and number of representatives here were jarring. Even some of the CONA elements were present. It would appear that a large number of nations were not in favor for the war. As Morai followed Lyrica and Yarru into the gala, he couldn’t help but look around. While there was a measure of safety seeing the massive number of Union soldiers, he still couldn’t shake the massive security concern in the back of his mind. Altho he couldnt help it, it was part of his training.
He snapped back to it, as Lyrica elbowed him.
“Hey stay close and look friendly.” She urged him gently. Morai chuckled slightly nervously before clearing his throat and flanking Yarru.
The arrival lane, at the closest edges of safe insertion distance, was cleanly punctured by a Carnaithian drive system. The arriving ship was more than unique - an antique Emancipator-class dreadnaught, pre-1AW in vintage. Painted black with golden symbols and shining emerald-green livery, its arrival hadn't been pre-announced. Obviously far too large to get to most mooring zones, it pre-emptively projected a launch while queuing for its own processing - a small, nimble, CIGO prowler in a more default, far less flashy schema.
"You just had to insist, didn't you?" Rictuld asked, head cradled in hand. The grinning behemoth across from him, clutching a thermal container, didn't bother answering. It was no matter - he insisted on coming; there was no mention of his ban from the pavilion, and he wanted to make something of a nice showing.
"At least it isn't a gun this time," Varan quipped from the side. The last of the three to join, the cautious woman had weighed the risks and decided that even if all three of them died, a lot more important people would be at risk. Plus, they were all old - even if this wasn't necessarily obvious - and had capable replacements lines up.
"I still think they would've let the real one through. For nostalgia's sake."
"The replica's the most I'll ever let you handle outside of your own offices. I still don't know why you had the paint to comply with my suggestion."
The general brandished a bulky cosplayer's model of his own sidearm; high-quality plastic with the muzzle messily dipped in high-visibility orange. "I plan for the unexpected you know."
VMFR Galactic Retreat
A period of heavy fighting followed by a longer period of inactivity on the galactic stage had left the Federation on the edge of the galactic politics, they were an unignorably regional power in the Galactic South but this didn't mean much to anyone if they isolated themselves. Which they did, now with the wildfire of war spreading around the galaxy the giant was stirring from its slumber. This was the analysis of the Diplomatic Corps who had accepted the Unions invitation to their meeting, She had dragged along the Grand Duchess Sofia de Adalouse of the Ancerious Grandy Duchy and in turn had dragged along the Lady of Honfleur Diabella de Honfleur. The two humans were in the Duchesses private quarters while Corp remained vigilant in the ships data centre running millions of scenarios of possible conversations, encounters and mishaps that could occur during the meeting. She wanted to run more but she had limited bandwidth and memory aboard the Duchesses private yacht.
"We're cleared for docking, ETA ten minutes." The ships captain announced.
"Time to be politicians now." Sofia said standing up from her desk chair.
"Politician... has a different feel." Diabella replied
"One you could get used to?"
"Lady Admiral, Breaker of tyrants, Liberator of worlds or Politician? I think I know which ones I prefer."
"Child." Sofia replied in a huff leaving the room.
The ship docked and obeyed all orders from Union security adhering to their commands to the letter. When it came to to disembark a handful of figures moved hurriedly off the ship, they carried trumpets which they blew and an announcer shouted the names of the three guests joining the function. Lady Diabella de Honfleur who wore military parade dress for the occasion despite who role being a political one, Duchess Sofia de Adalouse wearing a dark purple formal dress and the las guest literally glowed as a small orb projected the hard light avatar of The Diplomatic Corp. Upon arrival to the function they surveyed the crowd.
"Who's first Corp?" Sofia asked the avatar.
“Sadly, I don’t think the Prime Minister would have allowed the real thing. Even looking at that replica brings back less than pleasant memories” Harguns voice called over to the Carnaithian delegation with a smile on his face. The security soldiers who were attending stepped back.
“At ease, they may enter, I’m sure there won’t be any more surprises from you both this time around?” He gave a playful chuckle before beckoning them in.
“The starter speech is about to begin; we have had a lot of nations turn up more than I imagined. But once the speech is done, I wish to talk to you both privately something has come up” Harguns face switched to a stern serious look as he nodded to them “I will be back shortly”
As the nations flooded in Eiasten took up position behind the main podium, his voice was carried not only by the internal speaker system but through the carrier waves that any delegate could choose to listen into via cybernetics. The Prime Minister stood with his bright blue suit and gave a large smile to all assembled as he clasped his hands in pride.
“Welcome all, to the Silver Cradle and the Union of Worlds. I was going to make a grand speech about how this is the foundation for possible peace and how the future of the galaxy hinges upon it, but I have decided to stay away from the prewritten stuff today. I want to be frank with you all, and honest. I think that’s something we as leaders and politicians are a little bit unfamiliar with if you will forgive the generalisation” A few murmurs of chuckling came back in return.
“There’s a great deal of official statements, ideological stances and propaganda which have for the last few years swept across the galaxy. Some are hard-line, some are soft and moderate on both sides. And I am going to be the first to admit, both sides are correct. There are injustices in this galaxy that must be corrected if we want to advance forward in a way that isn’t sending our people to die in their millions. We have countless nations here today each with their own rich culture, discoveries and ideologies. Together that alone would be able to overcome any problem, so I ask why not this one? Why do we have to kill each other and destroy the very people who live in this galaxy to try and make a point?” He stepped forward from the podium taking quite a casual stance.
“Many of us here are on opposite sides of this war, yet all of you still turned up at this invite. That tells me peace and diplomacy are not even close to being exhausted. I am not saying it will be easy to fix the problems that face us, and change for us all regardless of our standing is needed to overcome the challenges. But we can put down, in stone, the things that need to be addressed, that need to be changed and how we as leaders of our nations and ideological blocs can implement measures to see that come to reality”
“Aedleshaven is a bloodbath. Everyone here will agree with that. Both of our sides have been battered while the Coronans still try to force their will onto the Golden Corridor, while Yog Narr rebuilds its forces and consumes Ancerium by the megaton and while other darker factors operate to undermine the very fabric of our nations. I am not naïve, I know many of us will never fight alongside one another, but we can certainly put aside our weapons to try and civilly talk about the issues. So here is what I propose here.”
“No more propaganda, no more blame game, no more insults or manipulation. We pool our collective influence and knowledge and try make something to work from. All I ask is for you to try your best, and I will do so too. Thank you for coming here today, I hope we can make it historic. To the people of this galaxy, no matter who they may be”
A round of applause followed as Eiasten stepped down and the increased pitch of talking filled the void.
There was a lot to do.
The Regnum Domus
The chamber was cold, damp, and dark. The five chairs, made of a polymer-silk, sat at a comfortable level for the five Regnum members, and the eerie quiet stillness of the room did the air no favors. The walls were a mixture of high-density steel and dark terrestrial dirt, enclosing the entire room with a large opening on one end leading into the tunnel network of Chtykardia.
Before the five, two grasshoppers, a wasp, an oriental hornet, and a carpenter ant, sat a large scroll of muddied paper which was held before them by a kneeling locust. The scroll had been the galactic transmission, an invitation to the one “Union of Worlds”. They had located the Silver Cradle, sitting like a planetary bassinet in Union Space. Mere months after their colossal entry into the Ancerious Galaxy and they had decided to make their grand entrance here. Scores of nations, leaders and dignitaries; some of the most powerful men, women, and beings in the galaxy.
All.
In.
One.
Place.
A few more moments of silent contemplation amongst the Regnum had led to a final momentary decision, something that would introduce them to the galactic nations and change the entire course of their history.
“Gentlemen, we shall attend.”
Silver Cradle Orbit, Union Space
Princely Titus stood before the full standing mirror, examining the white toga paired with the navy blue drape and various military award sown-chords decorating the drape. He took a final gaze at himself, nodding and finally turning for the door as the cerulean arachno-butterfly translator flew towards him, landing and resting on his left shoulder.
Stepping out of the room, Titus stood before his daughter, Arch-Seraph Zsarina. She too was dressed in the military dress robe, the grey toga instead with a black dark purple drape. The two looked at one another, sharing not a word before the Primus Vincula, a carpenter ant dressed in a white toga with a white drape, approached the two.
“Are we ready then? I suppose it’s time we make out entrance.”
The Silver Cradle
The escort had taken them all the way from the landing pad and had been avoiding any and all small talk with the clearly unfamiliar species, visibly confused and uncomfortable with the egregious-looking bug-people. Titus gave the man a bow, the butterfly speaking. “Thank you, sir.”
The escort did am awkward bow back, before making haste back to the landing pad.
“Well…” Primus Vincula said, looking towards the two “We’re late…but fashionably so?” He asked, with a hint of sarcasm. Titus nodded and then stepped forward, and with no going back, entered the great hall…
Qora Delegation
A bored Banner Officer has come across the open invitation while browsing through ancnet. Bored from the lack of imperial action and decisiveness within Ancerious, and watching a war go on without the ability to participate due to "Strategic Considerations." She decides to make the most of her seemingly indefinite leave and head over to the Union of Worlds, chartering a shuttle on the way thinking she can bullshit her way through any reprimands of an event just starting while she was playing tourist and taking advantage of the amount of initiative officers are given.
Knowing nobody will pronounce her name properly she decides to go by the name of Tiffany, hopeful of finding some interesting people and to ply her skills as an interpreter. She arrives wearing her white and gold dress uniform, noticeably late, as she notices that she clearly missed the opening speech, and wanders around mingling with whoever she can.
The Voshkanreen Empire sent the only being amongst them qualified as a diplomat. She had been held up for quite some time at security. Her psionics having been detected, and a lengthy explanation of just how they worked. The being wore a Ingen kimono, a RANGSI military cap, various mismatched badges on the side of their bust. No shoes, and a big smile on their face. Finally allowed in the figure moved directly into the area. Quickly asking around about the speech they had missed, and quickly setting up a spot for themselves. Voshlar had many things to do today. Triarch, Orillians, and so many others were on their list. First they took some wine though.
“Prime Minister Eiasten?”
Tarn turned to the man who now saluted to him and offered his hand. The Prime Minister bidding a good day to the RANGSI representative before giving the man a look over. He was the Foreign Minister for New Janar.
“I am Poleck Fara, it is an honour to meet you. I think we have something very important to discuss” Tarn smiled in return and shook the man’s hand.
“Of course, the honour is all mine, what did you have in mind?”
“A ceasefire, between CONA & SAGA. Aedleshaven has been a bloodbath, and we have seen how certain elements of CONA have no intention of fighting for the native cause, just as some SAGA elements have no wish to change the status quo. Corona even now advances inch by inch on the corridor and combined our fleets can stop them. We tried once before, but our efforts were foiled by unknown elements. I believe given the sheer destruction we have seen we must try again. I represent a contingent of CONA who still believe words can fix this war.” Tarns eyes were wide open.
“I… Well forgive me but I didn’t expect this summit to be quite this effective. You are well aware my beliefs and that of the Union. We would respect such a ceasefire wholeheartedly and be willing to work with much more sensible CONA elements, there is no reason for us to be enemies.” Poleck grinned and clapped his hands together.
“Truly wonderful, we do have some terms as you can understand. We will cease combat against all SAGA assets and withdraw our forces from Aedleshaven, as well as re-join the CGSS and begin formal proceedings for talks regarding solving the galaxies current issues. In return we would like the extremist elements of SAGA removed from the organisation, as well as SAGA forces withdrawn from the corridor as well and a guarantee of independence be upheld for Aedleshaven. Together both SAGA and CONA forces will break the Coronan assault and protect the neutrality of the corridor. With the fighting over we can focus on peace. Does this seem fair?”
“Foreign Minister, if I could achieve only a fraction of that from this conversation, I would be a happy man. You have my full acceptance; I will talk to major SAGA elements and ensure our end of the deal comes to pass. I assume this is without Orillias involvement?”
“Orillia will not seek peace. They still command a sizable contingent of CONA, more than us. We cannot speak for them and so I am afraid Prime Minister the war may continue even with this ceasefire, but I hope it is a first step” He nodded. Tarn sighed but understood.
“I can understand, I also cannot speak for the more militant SAGA forces who may seek to continue conflicts on their own accord”
“Completely within expectance. I am glad I can count on your support. I will make the preparations and necessary messages shortly”
“As shall I. Thank you Foreign Minister, this moment may well be the founding moment to ending this war” The both once more shook hands with genuine happiness.
SVS Entropy's Caress
The Void Between Universes
Fleet Leader Naelle was in his office, in a conference with Sector Minister Nelyrien about their current diplomatic mission. They had been sent to the conference being hosted by the Union of Worlds that would hopefully de-escalate the currently raging war. "And you want me to speak at the meeting if possible, Sector
Minister? I'm not exactly known for my diplomatic tact... I'm a soldier, not a diplomat."
Nelyrien's holo-image nodded in the display tank. "This is true, Fleet Leader. But It is Laenas' hope that you can put forward our views to the SAGA and CONA military representatives. In that a soldier is better then a diplomat. In the meantime, I will speak with the diplomats present. We both do Blessed Laenas' bidding,
in our own ways."
Silver Cradle, Union of Worlds
Entropy’s Caress and the Ministry of State diplomatic cruiser had phased into the system, broadcasting their identifications and Nelyrien’s diplomatic credentials. Naelle travelling to Nelyrien's ship via D-fork. The
Battlecarrier/harvester stayed far from the world as the diplomatic cruiser approached the planet hosting the
Conference. Once in assigned orbit the two traveled down on a shuttle and then took a limousine to the conference site.
Nelyrien and Naelle walked into the event hall, Naelle in his black and dark purple Spatial Fleet uniform with a fine gold hair net covering his long snow-white hair. A transparent sheer veil covered his face. Nelyrien was in a suit, and the two men looked over the conference. "Well then Fleet Leader, let us see who has decided to attend this conference, and perhaps get an idea of their views."
Naelle took in the varying people and species present. "By all means take the lead, Sector Minister." The two walked further into the hall, looking for anyone they recognized-either personally or professionally.
Custrum zoned out, swilling the glass he had taken as a refreshment several minutes ago. His eyes were locked onto thin air and nothing in particular as he failed to fully bring himself to lucidity. His nation was under attack, his people being killed, and his lands invaded with every swill of his drink. He was the appointed ambassador for the New Capitol Republic, present in the Union and he had come to this event to potentially find more support, and to take his mind off things. So far, the latter hadn’t worked very well.
“My condolences for your situation, if you need anything just let me know” Custrum was shaken out of his haze by a mans voice, instantly turning to his left to see the fat, pompous form of Chief of Staff of the General Headquarters Tarastrus Pelio. None other than the direct leader of the Imperial Restorationist Government of Capitol. He was flanked by two impeccably dressed soldiers carrying no weapons but held himself above the rest like he thought himself superior. His eyes seemed to gaze down onto Custrum who felt pure, molten rage course through his body.
“… You, dare.” Pelio raised an eyebrow.
“I genuinely mean what I meant. Capitolites should not be dying we should be working together in this trying time. The IRG if necessary is willing to extend a measure of help to-“
“You smug, ignorant motherfucker. You subhuman militarist scum is what got us into this in the first place! If it wasn’t for you fucking with the election and cloying to power with every means at your disposal our nation may have had a chance to become something! Now we are a fractured mess while the slim hope of that dream is ground into dust by the hands of the Strixxists”
“You are very forward ambassador Custrum, and very ill informed, if we had not taken measures the election would have fallen anyway and our nation which was once something gran-“
“We were never anything but a sick, twisted people who knew nothing better than the boot of oppression. The NCR will have nothing to do with those who condemned all those in Capitol for decades to die and killed our very future” He spat at the Chiefs boots before walking off. The soldiers taking a step forward.
[19:12]
”I wouldn’t if I were you. This is a peace meeting. You are head of the IRG are you not Chief Pelio?” The somewhat soothing tone made the Capitolites turn to see the graceful grey and blue cloaked form of Elwar approach them. The Soldiers looking somewhat intimidated.
“I am. What business do you have with me?” Elwar cocked his large head crest to one side and tapped a small glass he held.
“I come with a proposition. I have watched your people for a long time, and I know that conditions within your current territory are less than ideal Chief of Staff. I am offering to help you construct safe conditions for your civilian population. Shelter, food, water, sanitary and energy infrastructure. To assist such a trying time” Pelio looked confused. Capitol had known of Elwar for a long time, but had never cared given the AI had stayed on its side of the galaxy, why it was suddenly offering help now Pelio had no idea.
“Why? What do you stand to gain from helping our civilian population? And how do you know they are not already in safe conditions?” Pelio regained the stern outward expression.
”Come now. Let us not play pretend General you are well aware of what I am and what I am capable of, I take in those in need and plenty of those in need have escaped from your space. I am more than able as well to look inside your systems, it seems you never updated them from war coding. I understand that you may not understand gestures such as altruism due to your peoples history, but I am helping both my own infrastructure and yours by directly assisting you” Pelios face reddened.
“You accessed our systems without permission that’s an act of-“
”Be careful Chief of Staff. As I said you are aware of my capabilities. My directive and mandate is to save life and keep the peace. I will not interact with your military forces, only send non-combatants and materials and not get in the way. If you interfere with me I will take action, if I break my word you may expel me from your territory, if you care about your people you will take my offer” Elwars face was blank but Pelio could swear the AI was enjoying this.
“Fine, I accept your offer. But do not act against us or you will regret it” Pelio nodded before walking off clearly done with the conversation. Elwar watched the man go, smiling. The IRG would prove a fertile ground to cultivate a potential powerbase in the galactic east and jumping point for future operations. If peace was to be kept in the west, the east would have to be watched as well.
“That’s two pieces of news I didn’t want to hear today” Eiasten sighed. First, he had been told about the Minevan genocide on Alpha Ceti. Secondly, he had been told the Teliran delegation who was to speak about mediation and possible future routes to peace based on various models, had not made it, their ship mysteriously disappearing in flight. Thankfully neither had impacted this summit, and gains had been made today which Eiasten had never thought possible. The aid nodded with a solemn faced and strode off, Hargun giving a stern look.
“It has to be foul play” Eiasten nodded taking a sip of drink.
“Admiral while I wish you were more optimistic; I can’t help but understand your predictions are on point. Someone didn’t want them here.” They both looked at each other as if to say they agreed on who.
“Prime Minister Tarn Eiasten yes? And Admiral Hargun? It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance sorry I did not speak earlier I have been very busy with other delegates you understand” The voice of Orillian Ambassador Challyxi caused both to turn in surprise. Hargun muttering under his breath ‘Speak of the devil…’
“Of course, both of us have been very busy, its quite the event to build foundations from no rest for the wicked and all that” The Ambassador raised an eyebrow at the comment as if it was some kind of admission for colonial evil.
“Indeed. Still, I believe it prudent to continue dialogue at the very least” He gave the briefest of bows, which Eiasten returned as Hargun stepped away and held out his hand to shake which Eiasten did so.
“I wont lie ambassador I am somewhat surprised given the last ti-“ Eiasten made a troubled face, his wine glass hand shaking. Challyxi looked confused.
“Are you ok Prime Minister?”
Eiasten dropped the glass, shattering on the floor and drawing the attention of those nearby. The PMs eyes looked dilated, and he dropped to his knees as Hargun rushed back over.
“MEDIC! MEDIC!” Security rushed over to the Prime Minister, who fell to the floor looking up at Hargun in painful terrified eyes.
“Make… Peac-“ His body went limp even as several staff formed a cordone and security troops rushed to try and protect the Prime Minister. It was too late. He was gone.
The entire venue had gone silent, medics rushing in to try and do anything. Several attempts at bringing him back failed, scans indicating a highly advanced and tailored nerve agent. Challyxi was mortified, the Orillians skin having drained of its colour, everyone was looking at him now, the security forces also surrounded him.
“Ambassador Challyxi, you are under arrest for the assassination of Prime Minister Eiasten. Come with us”
“B-But I-I never-“ He complied, in shock as he was taken away. Hargun took off his admiral’s cap and walked up onto the podium, some panic was setting in amongst the guests.
“With a heavy heart. I am telling you Prime Minister Tarn Eiasten is dead. Killed by a tailored nerve agent. I will not point fingers, although the primary suspect is in custody. But for all of your safety and security, I would kindly ask all guests to proceed back to your quarters where we can safely bring you in groups to your ships for you to leave in peace. I-“ Hargun paused he felt empty, but also anger “I think, despite this, Tarn was very happy today with what transpired. The efforts of some to do this are clear indication that this was a success. He would not want his death to impact efforts for peace, so please, go with pride. Foundations were laid today, and Tarn would want those to stay strong. I thank you all for your attendance, if you can please comply with security we will ensure your departure swiftly” Harguns melancholy tone was followed by murmuring and conjecture, already the body was slowly and carefully being removed from the space, surrounded by a wall of security forces. Others directed guests out and escorted them back.
It was a solemn end to a successful event. But Tarns legacy would hopefully remain intact.
As Prime Minister Eiasten choked and dropped to the floor in front of the Orillian delegate, Nelyrien turned to Naelle who shook his head. "His lifelight has faded, the Prime Minister is definately dead." With a grim scowl Nelyrien said. "It seems I may have been overly optimistic about the Orillians motivations..." As he watched the Union security officers arrest Ambassador Challyxi he shook his head sadly. "Still, this may be some sort of set-up by a third party who wants the war to continue. If so it could not have been done better. Perfect suspect... We should see what we can find out from the Union security apparatus'. I may try and speak with Hargun."
The two men walked off, towards Admiral Hargun, Minister Nelyrien knowing Laenas would not be pleased...
Yaninimi had been observing things from afar, content to remain at a distance when the Prime Minister began to die. Sighing softly, he shook his head, "Every time we come to something like this, someone dies."
He rubs the back of his head as he walks back towards the quarters that had been prepared for him while communicating with the smallship that brought him here.
Asi, keep an eye out. Don't know what else might be planned for this little event and if history is any indication there could be some secret armada or bomb or hit squad preparing to roam around the station.
Yani, you need to stop reading the historical archives.
Why? They're a fascinating deluge of aesops about why these sorts of affairs are notoriously dangerous.
The ship stops responding, leaving Yani to his thoughts as he closes the doors to his quarters and waits for the eventual escort to get him to the docking port. Seems the Others had anticipated correctly: rare is it a diplomatic event doesn't result in some assassination attempt of some sort.
"No, go back to the shuttle now. You're hardly who they want to see right now," Rictuld promptly shut down the General, who looked down at his container of pastries.
"Fine, I'll leave you to it - but I'm going to the lobby annex to pawn these off. Do something good here," Reik responded, eliciting a confirmatory nod from the Royal Guard. Katia had already made headway towards the Union security team, ignoring the pleas for all attendees to go to temporary quarters.
"Who's in charge?" she half-asked, half-demanded of her close allies. The arrest was incredibly fast, and she had her doubts it was the Orillian delegate. She watched as medical personnel carried away the stricken prime minister with a disappointed scowl before turning her gaze to the officers with command insignia. "I want access to the security data. I don't care if it's read-only."
O'dira quelled her rising choler, sickened to her stomach by the rash actions of those in charge. An arrest on grounds of proximity? She had seen trials that had made a mockery of judicial proceedings, but none so brazen as this.
She noticed others already moving to object, faces amidst the crowds of stunned onlookers that shared her outrage.
O'dira began moving towards where she had last spotted the distressed Ambassador Challyxi, only to feel the clawed hand of one of her companions holding her back. She looked back, eyes wide with disbelief, at the Prince behind her.
Taox's stern expression crashed against her bewilderment, flashing her fangs as she growled.
"Coward." O'dira's hissed the word like she was drawing her sword, aiming it as his honour in the hopes he had something to say for himself.
"You know as well as I that this is wrong."
Taox's face was firm, betraying nothing of his intentions, though she could read the look of caution. These were delicate proceedings, and any moment now could erupt into something far worse. They needed to act rationally; this wasn't the Empire, and justice did not come as easily as drawing a blade. Finally, after a moment, he relented his hold on her.
Taox's words were quiet, such that none would overhear them.
"I will stay with the King's Champion. If you should need us, we will be waiting. Go now."
O'dira nodded assuringly to Taox, who returned in kind, before heading off.
There were already other diplomats protesting with security, a sure sign she was not alone in her ideas. O'dira suppressed the heat in her face as she approached.
“This is absolutely outrageous. On what grounds do you arrest the Ambassador?!”
Hargun was completely absorbed with Saffire in handling the situation.
Union security had practically flooded the room, ushering everyone out. They blocked each and every delegate from approaching.
"I'm sorry Ma'am I cant give any guarantees at this time but I am sure diplomatic channels will provide all the information, right now Admiral Harguns in charge-" Hargun waved the man out of the way to Katia.
"Ill give you all the information in time, but time is not something I have on my side. Tarns dead, official pronouncement was he was likely dead before his body hit the ground in some way. Bastards" Katia would notice the lack of accusation about Orillia in that statement. If I can find the time and access to have you all assist I will do so" He nodded to Katia and Minister Nelyrien.
"What grounds? Didn't you just see that bastard kill the Prime Minister! That's what's outrageous!" One of the security guards replied angrily at O'dira.
"Please return to your quarters and ships, official statements and information will be released soon"
It seemed the branch of peace had withered.