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Ventus Prime wrote:

“With all due respect Emperor Zul, I believe once people understand the truth of what’s happened the stigmatism will eventually go away,” Raphtalia said. “Very well then, as leader of the Galactic Alliance of Ventus Prime, I hereby sign this treaty that shall be dubbed the Treaty of Styrkur, which officially brings an end to the war and the beginning of a new era of friendship.” She signed the document, along with Wilmhar before parchment and pen were given to the Imperial leaders.

Mhar took the pen and signed his name. He looked up, smiling at Raphtalia and Wilmhar. “A new day.” Is all he said. Mhar then slid the paper over towards Zül.

The Emperor looked down at the treaty, then up at the two sitting opposite. He took the pen in his oldish hands and signed.

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Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg wrote:

You approach your government office for another day of exasperating work answering issues brought upon you by citizens that manage to get past your numerous guards set up just to keep them out, when you find a letter on your desk. You take out your gold-plated letter opener and get to work. Some time later you manage to get it open, it read as follows;
Dear Great Leaders,

You are hereby invited to a banquet in Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. It is held by our Great Leader, Ravi Olé, and is all at the expense of our great government. Though Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg has had a shaky past, a new leaf has been turned regarding government. We are excited for your arrival and have taken many great precautions to prevent potential incidents. Those who attend will find themselves in our Great Leader's edifice. There is an panic room located inside, and guards constantly stationed around the estate, except for when their twenty-four hour shift ends. The residency is of the upmost security, and transport to and from Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg is available if needed. All dignitaries will be required to hand over any weapons they have on their person, and personal guards will not be permitted to enter the banquet room. Our Great Leader would like to assure you that safety is a guarantee and, while He cannot disclose any information through this letter, the meeting is of great importance. He thanks those who choose to visit for their time.
Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg Official Letter Department

You sit back and think about the letter. Should you attend this meeting? What if it's potentially important? Does Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg really have a department just for letters? You shred the letter and place your letter opener back in the case, preparing yourself for another day of melancholy government work.

(OOC: Please do inform me if your leader intends to attend. Can someone summarize the big war that happened so I have an idea of how things are? :P)

Chancellor Augusto Furlan scratched his long gray mustaches confused. He had just received a communication from the Throne that he would have had to attend a meeting in Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg (which surprisingly had stood the test of times) instead of the King of the Union. Official reason was that the King had to rest after an intense week of diplomatic meetings across the Mediterranean... but the Chancellor knew he simply didn't want to visit the chilly paradise of Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. He didn't exactly blame his Majesty. Their last trip there, years ago, finished with a leader dead on a pike after "too many shots of vodka while dancing on a slippery iced balcony fence". Chancellor Furlan mumbled to himself
> Why is it always me when it comes to crazy places. I still remember my last diplomatic trip in the Tanzanese jungle... Those f*cking mosquitoes.
He poored himself a shot of grappa and started writing on the holographic computer:

"Honourables Soviet Government of Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg, the nation of the NIU accepts your invite but only me, the Chancellor of the Union, and a handfull of diplomats will be able to partake the event. Best regards

~Sir. Augusto Furlan, High Chancellor of His Majesty's Royal Government"

Ryanius wrote:

Tozakas idly waits at the Constantinople Harbour with a small entourage for the diplomats of Scherzinger to arrive. He's been there for a bit, watching ships sail by, and his mind begins to wander.

He can't help but chuckle a bit at the message he got from that odd message last night from... what was it again? Eh, whatever, he has more useful things to attend to.

The Purveyor of Clarity docked safely and gracefully in Constantinople Harbour. The ship looked like a relic from a time long gone. Nevertheless, the ship, at least to Scherzinger's people, looks beautiful and elegant, unlike the eyesores that were today's cruise ships. The 4 black funnels seemed to tower above the rest of the ship, as if reaching to infinity. White smoke exited the tops smoothly and the steam whistles marked the ships entrance to the harbour.
A gangway extended from an open door in the ship and Hiei, Xelha, and ShangXiang exited the ship. After which the gangway was retracted and the door was shut. The ship then sat idly in its port until Hiei's return.
Hiei bowed reverently towards Tozakas. "Greetings. I am Grand Admiral Princess Hiei von Platz. I have been assigned to todays meeting. I am looking forward to the coversation and hopefully we can leave each having accomplished something that will benefit both nations substantially." Hiei spoke in her usual manner, a moderate and official tone, as she always did. Hiei pushed her ruby red glasses up her face slightly, her amber eyes looking straight ahead.

Nationalist German Empire wrote:

“I would love that.” Mhar replied, still smiling. He finished his glass of wine in one large gulp and stood up, his guards ready at a moments notice.

”Perhaps another time for me. Pressing matters back home, you understand.” Zül replied. He had an unsettling smile as he readied to leave. His robes made him appear like ghost as he exited.

Mhar had an uneasy feeling watching him leave.

Once he left the room, Wilmhar couldn’t help himself. “I mean no offense but...is he always like that?” he asked. He then got a glare from Raphtalia. “What?”

“Ahem, so what is it you’d like to see first?” Raphtalia asked.

Ventus

Ventus Prime wrote:

“My condolences to those who’ve been lost, Minister,” Wilmhar said. “While the Princess does make good points, I’m willing to believe that the Imperials were keeping a close eye on outgoing transmissions. On Szel, it was only due to very, and I can’t put enough emphasis on the word very, encrypted messages between us and the Resistance that for at least a short while kept the Imperials in the dark. With that being said, I think Cymiopolis could be forgiven in that situation.”

Scherzinger

Scherzinger wrote:

Maisie observed the bear, reminded her of her own childhood, however, this had no real emotional effect on Maisie. The justification for surrendering did however. Maisie ran her fingers through her hair. She sighed in a somewhat laboured manner before she started speaking.

"The Empire did not despise you just because of your surrender to the former nazis, its because for the entirety of the occupation, there was no attempt to reach out to us, nor was there an obvious attempt to subvert and reject your occupiers. In fact, outside of your people, i have yet to meet a single person aware of the battles that happened between your people and the Imperial swine." She started, speaking sympathetically.
"If you recall, the first meeting between your people and mine went somewhat poorly. There was an agreement that we agreed upon. In this agreement, one would note that the alliance and relations between our nations would be terminated if you were allied or occupied by a far right or far left nation, which is what happened here. The only reason you were not considered an outright enemy is because our treaty was a formal and consensual agreement, and you've been a relatively peaceful nation. We had a feeling this occupation wasn't welcome and so we didnt make you something that you potentially weren't." She continued
"What exactly do you propose we do about this situation?"

(OOC: Took a couple days to figure out an appropriate response that made some sense)

Mending Relations Pt.3
_{NUBILA | Kapetyn System, Ventus Prime}

The Prime Minister was visibly errante by Maisie’s statement. It would appear she had no concept of what an occupation entails, especially a Nationalist German Empire occupation.

“With all due respect your Highness, you appear not to know much about the Cymio-Imperial War. Distress messages were sent out prior to the signal jamming by NGE forces over Antiope Minor and Hippolyta. We pleaded with our Versailles Pact allies, but to no avail. The Ventuans had a struggle of their own, the North Italians were weakened following their help at the failed Battle of Callisto and our other allies were to small to help either way. We were left to our own devices with 4 fleets that were eventually destroyed while our last fleet was left on earth to protect our homelands in Patagonia.”

Having reached his breaking point after having to recall the most difficult times during his term as PM, Spyros grabbed a bottle of Valpolicella and poured himself a glass to calm his nerves. Wilhmar was visible amused so the PM poured him a glass as well. Remembering what happened during the last meeting with the Scherzingerians, he didn’t even dare offering Maisie a glass fearing he would insult her.

“With our fleets destroyed and being forced to sign an unconditional surrender, we made the most out of it. All transmissions were monitored so asking for help was out of the question. We therefore accepted the relatively light terms of limiting the size of our armed forces, surrendering our foreign policy and paying an undisclosed yearly percentage of our mining revenues to the imperial government. In exchange, we retained our autonomy in domestic affairs, received investments from the Imperial government to not only repair, but improve our existing infrastructure that was damaged in the war and we received their weaponry tech that we later implemented into our own brand of war vessels. To top it all off, they left after a year due to a political crisis back in the Imperial home system and we kicked out the skeleton crew of occupation forces.”

Taking another sip of his wine, he concluded his statement with: “Is the situation clearer now?”

Nationalist German Empire wrote:

“No it’s quite alright...But Yes, he gets a little frustrating at times.” Mhar replied. He sort of smiled, being able to talk so freely about his Emperor.

”As for places, do you have any recommendations? Something lively.” Mhar added.

“I’ll take one of you, the rest can wait back at the Shuttle.” Mhar ordered to his Death Troopers.

“I’m not sure if you’re a man of art, but the National Museum of History and Art downtown is quite exceptional,” Raphtalia said. “At the very least, you’ll learn a bit about Ventuan culture.”

Nationalist German Empire wrote:

“Believe it or not, I am.” Mhar replied. He reached into his coat and retrieved a small device. He began showing the two various paintings of beautiful scenery. “These are just a couple I’ve done in my free time.”

After showing them both, he put the device away. “I’m following you.” He said with another smile.

The three of them took a speeder towards downtown which was as busy as most cities went. “You’ll have to excuse the press if they end up taking pictures,” Raphtalia said as they got out in front of the large museum.

Going inside, the museum had multiple floors, depicting works of art as well as fossils of prehistoric animals that had been located in the Kepler 442 and Kapteyn Systems.

Nationalist German Empire wrote:

He watched the city bustling with life when they pulled up. They proceeded inside. “These are amazing...” Mhar said as he took a look around. “Such a unique style compared to back home.”

He soon found himself next to some pretty large and terrifying fossils. “I’d hate to be around this thing back in it’s prime...” he chuckled.

“Some of them are still alive, they’re just the much smaller cousins,” Wilmhar said.

“The beasts on Nubila were much worse,” Raphtalia said. “Fortunately they’ve decided to avoid urban areas...”

The sakura nippon wrote:

会う議会盟

RP: 会う議会盟 - Tue, 03 Feb 2150

Tokyo, Japan

Foreign Minister Suzuki allows the diplomat to travel to Kemonomica and meet her in Tokyo.

The diplomat arrives at Tokyo after being caught up in investigations for the death of Xander. They get off the phone and take a cab directly to the minister’s office.

Ventus Prime wrote:

“Depends on what you’re hungry for,” Wilmhar said. “There’s plenty of places that serve fish, since this is a port city, as well as places inspired by Italian cuisine and then of course there’s also fast food places, but I don’t think you’d be too impressed with those.”

“It’s been awhile since I’ve had good fish...I think fish it is.” He replied. The Death Trooper remained five steps behind Mhar at all times. This way the Trooper wasn’t interfering.

“Please ignore my strange behavior. It’s been ages since I’ve been treated with such hospitality, that’s not out of fear.” He added

Ventus Prime wrote:

“It is fine, though it makes me wonder how often the Imperial Order has had diplomatic visits,” Raphtalia said. The nearest fish place was within walking distance and the smell of cooked fish wafted in the air.

“Not very many, I can tell you that...We keep to our Galactic Belt mostly, sending out Expeditionary Fleets every so often.” He replied. Mhar followed them as the place was just within walking distance. The Death Trooper followed closely behind.

“I must say, this place is bustling with life.” Mhar commented. He squeezed through in some places to keep pace with the two Alliance leaders. This however caused the Death Trooper to lag behind somewhat.

A sudden scream came from the crowd as a Stykurian citizen raised a Heavy Blaster Pistol towards Supreme Commander Mhar. The Death Trooper began shouting with his scrambled communications system. He tried to raise his Blaster Rifle, but due to the amount of civilians in the way, was to late.

A blaster bolt struck Mhar in his upper chest not giving anyone a chance to react. This sent him straight to the ground. The Death Trooper then landed a shot on the assassin, killing him.

The Trooper rushed over to check up on Mhar. He was indeed dead.