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Ariana quickly pulled out a list of potential proposals she had for the Scherzingerian royals. She was surprised at how well this meeting seemed to be going, in all honesty.
Not that the Carolinas was 100% left-leaning by any means, as she's had to debate with conservatives continuously to get anywhere in her political career. However, she still remained as non-partisan as she could when making these agreements, although she still had Ambassador Ochsner's help.
They were universal—the kinds of agreements that most diplomats would agree with if things were going well. But they also weren't so benign that they'd have absolutely no impact on Scherzinger or the Carolinas. Plus, she made sure to avoid either too heavy-handed or too collaborative agreements, which would be best to prevent protests in both states.
Ariana wanted to ease them in first, as she was sure they were just as cautiously optimistic as she was.
"I did my best to ensure that my follow proposals were of absolute benefit to both of our nations in some way. These proposals aim to increase trade, tourism, and military collaboration between our two countries." she began.
As she talked, palace workers began placing various Scherzingeran food items on the table.
"I'd first like to establish a trade agreement. Trading between nations is essential to my country. As you know, we are a very densely populated country. Our agricultural sector was beginning to falter before our recent territorial expansion, making it challenging to support our population. But with the help of nations such as Karteria, Cymiopolis, and the Republic of Ohio, we were able to make trade agreements to import foodstuff. And textiles in exchange for transportation technology and medication, among other things. Although we are not as reliant on those nations for agricultural needs nowadays, it taught us the importance of trade and how it can benefit both economies. I would like to initiate a relationship like that with Scherzinger - perhaps we can start by trying to limit tariffs between our two countries. As for what we offer to trade, we have plenty of transportation technology, medicine, industrial machinery, aircraft for defense and civilian use, and more for Scherzinger to take advantage of. Many of our cities offer tax incentives and business resources, which we hope would attract Scherzingeran companies to expand to the Americas.
Not to mention, that given our membership in the Pan-Amerozone, we will be willing to trade products we obtain from other Pan-Amero member states to Scherzinger. Let it be known that Scherzinger does not have to join the Pan-Amero zone in order."
Ariana took a sip of water after reading her notes. So far, so good, though it was hard to gauge their interest in what she had to offer. Nevertheless, she continued.
"Next, I'd like to touch on a military alliance. Times are quite uncertain, as they always have been. Nations fight, terrorists destroy, and disasters strike. Though the Carolinas is a strict and militant nation by no means, we do take pride in our capable defenses, particularly, our Air Force. We are deeply thankful that Scherzinger helped us with rescue and recovery operations after our most recent Hurricane. I'd like to bestow our diplomatic hand a propose that our military collaborate more. Our nations can train one another and defend one another if need be. Of course, Scherzinger is welcome to turn down any conflict it does not want to be apart of, as is the N.U.C. As we'd never want an ally to spend resources and manpower on a war, it does not seem worthy of such attention.
We also offer a Scherzingerian military base within one of our new provinces, Tennessee, Cumberland, North Georgia, and South Georgia. Alternatively, you can build a base on our Martian colony: Red Dust. Though base construction will only be granted if we are allowed to make a military base of our own in Scherzingerian territory, whether it be on Earth or realms outside Earth."
Ariana looked up and smiled and awaited a response.
Pirate Hunting
The old cargo shuttle dropped out of hyperspace at the coordinates provided. It wasn’t often that Lysithea would say such things, but this shuttle clearly was a piece of junk. Certainly, she had flown worse, in way worse condition but everything about it, from the steering to the console just screamed old.
“We’ll be approaching the base soon,” she said as Winter came up and took a seat next to her. “By the way, I forgot to ask, how’s your sister doing?”
“Weiss? She’s doing fine, in her final year of school,” Winter said. “Once she graduates, it’s back to setting standards and acting professionally.”
“Does she really have to go through all that?”
“She does if she wants to be able to stay at the Schnee household,” Winter scoffed. “She has to be the one to make that choice. I don’t know if she even wants to join the military, it’s not really her style but she’s not going to have much choice if Father decides to kick her out. He’s where all the money comes from.” She huffed. “Sorry...as you can tell I’m not a fan of bringing up old memories.”
“Hey, as long as she’s doing alright,” Lysithea replied. “Like you said, she’s mature enough to make her own decisions.” A small alarm went off. “Alright, we’re here. Let’s see how well this plan works.”
The shuttle slowly made its way towards the pirate base.
OOC Note: Rip this is the like 3rd diplomatic rp I’ve ever done. Not even kidding I actually dunno what to do next. Suggestions would be appreciated immensely
After arriving, the shuttle oddly isn’t greeted by anyone, and is just allowed to dock. After entering, the crew find the station to be mostly empty. Either the pirates have evacuated or are out raiding. There is a set of stairs leading to a gantry and a large hangar bay with potential doors at the end. There are also a few smaller shuttles that can be checked, but they seem to be mostly disused.
“Okay, this is way too convenient,” Winter said. “Where is everyone?”
“Let me go out and check, considering I’m the only one here who looks the part,” Lysithea said as she lowered the landing ramp. She looked around the hangar, going up the ramp and looking around the door. “Hello? Anyone there?”
No response. As she is walking around, she smells something putrid. The signs of decay begin to show themselves. First, the horrendous stench. Then the flies. Then the maggots. Then the corpse. It is weeks old and incredibly rotten. It is an offshoot of a larger, hidden pile of bodies. There are streaks of dried blood everywhere on the floor, which become more and more noticeable after seeing the bodies. Someone has been here, and they were here for a reason.
The smell was almost too much for her and she had to move out of the room before she ended up hurling. “It’s...they’re all dead...”
“What do you mean they’re all dead?” Winter asked.
“I mean there are weeks old bodies in there!” Lysithea snapped. “Someone came through here and slaughtered them all.”
“Whoever tipped ONI off did it intentionally,” Winter said. “As much as I hate to do it, we need to check this place thoroughly, see if they left any clues. Need a mask?”
The Death Trooper even looked shocked. He looked up at Wilmhar and Raphtalia, who were surrounded by guards. He began demanding orders in an angry tone, though none could understand him because of his scrambled communications. He raised his blaster and approached the dead assassin.
Moments passed when Mhar’s shuttle came shooting out from the clouds. The Shuttle illegally parking next to the tragedy, while the rest of Mhar’s guards rushed out. They instinctively had their blasters raised at anyone nearby, but didn’t shoot unless given a reason. They shuffled over to Mhars lifeless body in disbelief. They then picked the body up and took it aboard the shuttle.
Meanwhile, paramedics came in and took the body of the assassin onto their own speeder. “I’d bet everything he lived or had family on Szel,” Wilmhar said grimly. “Guess it doesn’t matter now since we’re about to meet the same fate.”
“Jairhou, please-!”
“I can’t calm down! There’s a fleet right above us, much larger than our own and their leader is dead! They’re going to think this was a setup and won’t hesitate at all to shoot anything that isn’t Imperial. Hell, I’m shocked those troopers haven’t shot anyone yet!”
Raphtalia took a deep breath. “We need to contact Emperor Zul, and explain what happened. He needs to hear it from us.”
“Don’t get your hopes up...” Wilmhar grumbled.
Raphtalia ignored him and activated her commlink. “Admiral, do you copy?”
Auralani’s voice came through. “Yes, Chief of State.”
“I need you to get a hold of the Imperial fleet. Something terrible has happened.”
Maisie seemed visibly irritated. Not by the drink that the Prime Minister had poured himself, but instead to continue to talk about the same thing. Maisie was quite clear on why Scherzinger had no real idea on Cymiopolis' occupation and the battles before it.
"You're either drunk or just plain stupid. I didn't ask you for a reasoning behind why you didnt bother to send messages for help. We are aware what kind of surveilence an occupying nation puts on its subjects. Especially a nation recently ruled by the nazis. And your allies in the versailles pact frankly sound as uselss as the city the pact is named after. The North Italian Union, of course, doesnt apply, I cant expect a war weary nation to then fight a different war." Maisie said.
Maisie seemed a bit confused that she wasnt offered a glass, but understood why no glass was offered. She couldnt help but wonder if this was some clever ploy to take her on a guilt trip. She knew better than to think up wild theories that made no sense.
"Yes, im well aware of how an occupation works, nazi or not. I find those terms backwards and disgusting and quite possibly a violation of some form of human rights. I would say this regardless of the nations government. My opinion on that isnt going to change regardless of how detailed your report is." Maisie tried earnesty not to raise her voice above the calm tone she had, but her irritation began to rise dramatically.
"Blaming us for having no knowledge of your situation and taking necessary steps to avoid aiding potential collaborators is incredbly foolish, and trying to guilt trip me into giving you sympathy will not work." Maisie added. "this makes me want a drink" she muttered.
"When i asked what do you propose we do about this situation, i wasnt asking for your stories of the war. Your people fought valiantly and with honour even when your cowardly sorry excuses for allies refused to come to your aid. Why are you a part of that sorry group? Seems counter-productive to have allies that wont help you whgen you need it the most?" While the point was somewhat irrelevant to the current conversation, it was still a point she felt needed to bring up.
"Instead of accusing us of things we had no knowledge of, perhaps we might be able to figure out some sort of deal or treaty? No offence, but i did not come here to be lectured." Maisie finished, taking another sigh of frustration.
Zül’s shuttle had just touched down on his flagship at this point. He came strutting down the off ramp followed by his four Troopers. A devilish grin on his face.
An Imperial Officer came running out of a nearby corridor. “Your Majesty!” he called out. The four Troopers raised their Heavy Blasters immediately. Once close enough, one Trooper took the Officer right to the ground. The others standing above him.
“What do you think you’re doing?! Your Majesty it’s important!” the Officer pleaded.
“Enough!” The Emperor growled. His Troopers resuming normal positions. “What is it?” He asked in an annoyed tone.
The Officer rose back to his feet. “Something terrible has happened on Vitr. Supreme Commander Mhar has been shot dead.”
“Wh-...B-..How did it happen...” the Emperor Hissed.
“A citizen of Vitr shot him with a Blaster Pistol while walking to get lunch.” The Officer replied.
A moment of silence passed. ”I’ll resume command of his Fleet. Ready all Fleets..” He demanded. He rushed by and went to his corders.
Scherzinger and Frellor
Hiei examined and looked over Tozakas. "An open hand gesture. Usually in greeting, as when one shakes hands with another. Sometimes also used to promote a casual and welcoming environment." Hiei thought silently to herself. Hiei continued to look at Tozakas' hand, and concluded he was offering at the very least a handshake.
Hiei had never shaken hands before. Her culture was steeped in the bow. The bow was everything to her. She extended her hand to meet Tozakas' and gently held it. She had never done a handshake before, but was keen to learn. Her hand was soft to the touch, like that of any human. She tried her best to pass as human.
"Wonderful. This is my daughter Xelha von Wazn, and this is General Sun ShangXiang. These two ladies are here to accompany me and offer you any input that I myself can not offer." Hiei. "This is the Purveyor of Clarity. She is one of the ships that would be crossing through the straits you own, and one of the many ships your people would likely travel on, whether it be to one of your territories or simply to enjoy a vacation in luxury at sea." Hiei stated.
Just once. Just once Auralani wished that any situation involving the Imperials would actually go right. Today apparently was no such day. “Open every channel we have,” she commanded. “Imperial ships, this is Admiral Auralani of the Galactic Alliance. Can anyone read me?”
She wasn’t sure if the news had already spread but hopefully the large fleet in front of her wasn’t willing to open fire immediately.
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?”[/quote]
“Let’s all just calm down for a moment,” Wilmhar said, putting his hands up in a calming matter. He took a sip of his wine and nodded to Spyros in thanks. “Let’s also not talk badly about other nations that aren’t presently here. Everyone has their own issues to deal with and despite what treaty they’re a part of, they can’t be expected to react straight away. Maybe we should take a break. If either of you are willing, we could take a stroll around the mansion. There’s a path through the woods that tourists often take when they come visit here.”
Auralani would witness the Black Fleet, combined with Zul’s Flagship and twenty five Imperial V-class Destroyers assume Battle Formations. The now wall of Imperial Starships loomed in the distance.
“This is Admiral Dane of the Imperial Fleet, you have some explaining to do. I recommend you make short work of it before Zül gives the order.”
“Welcome to my little game. I hear you are interested In finding us. That won’t be very easy for you. I hope you enjoyed my gifts. Welcome to the hunt.” The smell of decay fills the air as the vents kick in. It is much stronger in this room, and the door is locked shut.
ah yes frellor be doin the saw ripoff
(jk)
Never seen saw
“Cocky little prick, isn’t he?” Winter snarled. “Better question, how did he lock the door remotely, unless...”
“He’s still here? Unlikely,” Lysithea said. “Either way, this guy is more psychotic than we imagined and should be considered a threat to national security.” She went up to one of the consoles and tried bypassing the lock.
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