The Sacred Lights

Four, I know the base Map that Eva uses. Had it for years on my old computer. AND I know she probably uses something like Paint.net to layer the Flags/Nation names over it. I could find the old map and put all the claims in the right spot. Then you mods could grab paint.net, and layer over the flags/etc.

Encrypted Message along Chanel 444 "We have been watching the young Nihon branch's efforts.. While we understand your hesitation to resort to violence, a commodity you have when your enemy is not comprised of violent regimes, we feel that it has been misplaced." With these words, video finally comes through. It shows images of areas targeted by CPFNihon, a mere hour after their attacks. The video feed shows that already, the gears of capitalism has rushed out new billboards, manga stands, and other WeebAntiCulture 'Propaganda'. "As you can see, already the areas of your efforts are recovering. While you may have made an impact to some..." The images flash to rabid anime fans, foaming at the mouth after the attacks. "However others are too far gone to hear your message." Camera pans out to show a virtual sea of mouth foaming weebs. "And their ranks are numerous." The display ends, switching to show CPFNavenda's campaign in Iraq, before the area managed to be brought under the control of Navenda proper. "As you can see, our efforts to undermine the strategic resources of our foes brought about a swift change of regime." Images cut to Weaboo internment camps in Iraq. "While these methods are extreme they do yield timely results." Now the feed cuts to images of Manga Artists, and Anime Studios. "These, are your targets. Take out the ones making the filth, and only then will your rivers of culture run free of its pollution." More film cuts to Anime Retail Areas. "While the thought of casualties, especially civilian might trouble you... This is the way to save your people from themselves."

OOC: Thanks for the edit.

OOC:PS: Does changing the size back to a normal 14 BREAK the formatting or something? If so that needs to be fixed. XD Managed to fix it by copying to notepad, then copying that to a diff tab, then previewing the post, then copying THAT and pasting it.

Operation: Cultural Salvation! Ottoman controlled Turkey, Oil Reserve It was a quiet day in Turkey, as the locals went about their business as usual. In this case, that business was storing the latest batch of Turkman Oil into the reserve. For all accounts, nothing really gave anything today a special vibe. The roads were as busy as normal, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. At least, that was until they saw it. A passenger-less van careening through the gate and right into the oil reserve at immense speed. Shots rang out as CPF Insurgents opened fire from positions out in the hills at the security forces, in an attempt to keep them from successfully detonating the van before it reached its target. The security, taken unaware, very likely would not have been able to stop the first van as it reached its mark and detonated, bringing about a massive fireball as some of the Oil Reserve went up in flames. It was at this moment that a second, and third van emerged from the wilds around the Oil Reserve, each speeding into the compound in an attempt to take out the rest of the reserve's Oil supply. Stre6n Reich controlled Kuwait, Oil Fields So it was, that another target would be hit by the Kurdish branch of the CPF. Similar to the attack in Turkey, this one was of a strategic nature. The vast Oil Fields of Kuwait would not likely be very heavily defended, if defended at all, as unlike the Oil Reserves of Turkey, the fields themselves were often a goal of capture. But not today, today the CPF, in its mission to weaken the opponents of True Navenda, would ravage this precious resource. Those colonial, or otherwise intolerable stains upon the face of the middle east, which stood in the way of True Navenda's completion as an ideal, would have to be dealt with. They perversed the lands with Weebism, or other revolting ideologies, threatening the thousands of years of cultural heritage of the region. And now they would be dealt with... Numerous trucks burst into the fields, and began assaulting the machinery, lighting them on fire and striking them with improvised explosive devices... If the Reich was vigilant, they might be able to bring in forces to punish the terrorist cell. Though, likely not before much of the Field's machinery was gone, and the Black Gold set alight. The days of Navenda's completion, and the Cultural Salvation of the region would be swiftly approaching. Even if the government officially condemned the actions of the CPF in the eyes of international audiences. OOC: Another poster will be writing the attack on Japan.

Eztli threw back his hands immediately upon the sight of the children being endangered, and submitted to the will of the crowd, stepping back and away from the Family. From behind Charles wife, a woman came and struck her in the back of the head, while another pried the young girl out of the harpies clutches, and tried to console her. The warrior who had previously gave into Eztli's will, surged forward, effortlessly knocking Charles to the ground, as he began to beat the fool to death in front of his horrified family with his own bare hands. Charles screams gave way to mumbling, as his brain gradually turned to mush with each consecutive strike, until the man was completely silent. His entire face caved in, as the final strike popped his head like a water balloon. The women in the crowd grabbed hold of the eldest daughter, and mother, forcing them to the ground, and binding their hands and feet together. As women, these revolting creatures still had the right to a noble death. They were lifted by the crowd, as local priests came and guided the group of angered townsfolk to a nearby cenote. While the area was out of sight to the younger children, who were being consoled by some of the more soft hearted women, the children could still hear their family's screams give way to the sounds of splashing as the bound women were tossed into the cenote... The chanting of prayers could be heard of in the distance, as Eztli made his way back to the children. "I'm not sorry. Honestly your family got a better death than they deserve, and I think even you know that somewhere..." He said, letting out a sigh. "I guess what I am saying is: Do not waste your time mourning them." The was a long pause as the trio took in everything that transpired. "Is there anyone I should contact for you?"

That awkward moment when the new map still has all of that Rokkenjiman Orange littering nearly all of the Oceanic. LOL

"Ah, well good to meet you Ms Alexander. Let us go without delay then, I'm certain the real thing will be far superior to words on a tablet." Iktan said, smiling and turning to lead her part to the show. Walking past the Kressnians, she could heard the distinct chuckle of Kabil as he addressed his clients. "Yes Fourty-Three Thousand. I am most pleased you are all so eager." He said, eyeing the Triskeli as they passed. "Let's move with this group for now, they're headed to the same place it seems. Come on, it'll be a great sight to see!" To which Taavi merely nodded in approval, and beckoned the group to start moving with mere body language. The now joined company made their way towards the structure in the distance, taking in the sights along the beach. Though if one looked off deeper into the city, somewhere down one of the streets a large crowd seemed gathered and excited about something or another. Indeed, a lot of the chatter might even be heard by those with exceptional hearing. But it was of no consequence. For now, the group was moving through the bustling lake side. One of the only places where glimpses of less covered Mayan and Nahua women could be had, though still not anywhere near to the extent of beach wear abroad. _ Chaos! "You little harlot!" An elderly woman protested, whacking the eldest sister on her wrist with her cane, as she continued to lecture the woman in an extremely heavy dialect. "You're a woman, why do you act like an animal in heat? Have you lost your mind? Are you a port for all ships? Have you even-" Jeering and explicitives could be heard coming from all the near by women, whom had had enough at this point. Some of the swearing could even be understood by the family, as the local women threw out every vaguely insulting phrase they could recall from foreign lands. Eztli put his hands forward, in a gesture of appeasement, and tried to reason, but found himself tripping on his words as the granny stopped her rant and turned her attention to him. "-Do you have no pride? You are our peoples hero and you're serving such trash!? Have you any-" It was madness.

PS: Willing to be modern Tech, or whatever level Ottoman's nation is at. (Being a bit behind him.)

Wow, my bid for Cemanahuac was Accepted!!... I was curious about that, I actually was just testing with that post since(why I didn't formally fill out an app) If that's allowed, then actually I've been wanting to make a whole new nation for the NatRP. Well, actually, a take on a real life nation: Rojava. I actually didn't think my last app would be accepted as Cemanahuac, and it was just an idea. If allowed, and the Mods Okay it, instead I would like this: Official nation name: Navenda Population (P&W numbers): 637,488 GDP per capita (P&W numbers): $1,633.18 Population density (sq. km): 53.12 people/sq. mi Form of Government: Democratic Socialist Confederacy Politics & War Wikia link (leave blank if you don't have one): Describe your Nation IC: Based roughly on the current pseudo-nation of Rojava. It's a secular, largely Kurdish lead state. It's main aims, IC, would be anti-Ottoman in nature, viewing itself as a force of liberation. Describe yourself in OOC terms: You know me, just look at my Sig. XD I've always played a dominant nation, so having one that's more rag tag was something I've been wanting to do for a while now. Have you read, and do you agree to abide with, the rules? (Yes/No): Yes. Where on the map do you want to be located? (Using real-world geography/nations, or a self-provided map): http://i.imgur.com/Ug5qaAj.png Nation flag link (if you have a specific one you want to be used): https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/35/Flag_of_Kurdistan.svg/255px-Flag_of_Kurdistan.svg.png

"That's just the way his face is." Kabil declared, rather lightheartedly, while giving Taavi a bit of a glance which caused the younger Veteran to relax his posture a bit. "A sacrifice would be a bad idea, sticking to the beachfront would be wise" Taavi said to Kabil, in an extremely heavy Nakbe Dialect, that few outside the Confederation would truly understand. Taavi was not as well versed in many languages as Kabil. He knew enough Kressnian to pick up on the majority of the speakers meaning, but he did not dare to open his mouth in that tongue if he could avoid it... After all, his specialty was Pordish. Still the many eyes on him caused him to clarify, in rather broken Kressnian, "My speak bad". Kabil let out a thoughtful sigh, as he contemplated. "Beachfront it is then." He stated, still speaking in Kressnian. Kabil let out an audible hum, before continuing. "Care to see a-" He paused a moment, clearly mulling over the right word to use in his head. Movie? Epic? "-Play? A rather special one is about to start at the grand arena." He said, turning and motioning to a rounded, Colosseum like structure, a mile's walk away. "It is a historical drama, set back before our people graced the stars. S-" Kabil looked to Taavi, inquisitively, as he counted up in Mayan till he reached a number that garnered the reserved man's nod. "-Some Forty Three Thousand years ago?.. How's that sound?" He inquired, smiling and nodding yes at the Kressnians. _ Iktan arrived as the archway, and observed the other Guides going about their business. Unlike many here, she was not a retired War Veteran with nothing better to do, instead she was a dedicated cultural guide. She waited for some time, seeing Eztli's group depart, as her group made it's way out of the archway. At the head of the Triskeli group was a tall woman, who no doubt already towered over the 5'1 Iktan, even at a distance. She bowed politely to the outlanders, brushing her long black hair back as she came out of the bow. "My name is Iktan, I will be your dedicated guide for your stay." She said, her cheerful demeanor lighting up the already bright sunny day. "Unless anyone has developed plans, I was going to start everyone's experience off with a viewing of "The Tragedy of Itzamatul", which will be playing at the Grand Cultural Theater not too long from now." She said, stepping to the left, and motioning to the same structure that Kabil had shown the Kressnians. "Is this suggestion acceptable?" She said, making a very slight bow. _ Eztli was rather visibly proud, and pleased, at the younger members of the family's interest. "Indeed, we are a Polytheistic people. We have many gods, some of who-" "What are you doing outlander!" Eztli was taken aback by the loud interruption. He turned, and to his frustration saw a hotheaded young warrior grabbing Charles Binoculars. It was a clearly tense situation. The Veteran stepped in immediately, swearing under his breath, putting his body between the youth and his client. With a deep sigh of frustration, he inquired to the young warrior in the local Dialect. "What is the problem?" The young man scoffed, though with a bit of nervousness. Eztli was a well known war Veteran, and the young man knew he would die of the confrontation went violent. "This outlander is staring at us with these primitive, outlander, looking glasses, and he's acting like we're some kind of animal! It's so obvious, look at him! He's acting like I'm a wild Jaguar!" Eztli turned to his client, the man was cowering behind him, indeed looking like he was hiding from some kind of wild animal rather than a frustrated Nakbe Warrior. "How did you come to this?" The nervous warrior asked rhetorically, as Eztli let out a sigh. "Look, the Artifacts were priceless. This spoiled, uncultured idiot didn't even realize he was handing over priceless works of art." He put his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Let it go, eh? This once?" His tone was half defeated, and half pleading, as he looked around at the crowed that had gathered. Even the dancers were, subtly, eying the situation in bafflement. The hot headed warrior, swallowing his pride and clenching his fist, let out a deep sigh of defeat as he nodded and let out an audible sign of agreement. Eztli turned to his client, with a convincing false smile on. "The lad was confused, he thought you were treating the people like animals." He declared, so that Charles could hopefully understand his Absurd folly, before letting out a false laugh. "That's absurd, right?" He said, nodding to the family, subtly pleading for them to follow along... Unfortunately, subtlety seems something this family was incapable of, outside of their youngest generation. He could only pray to the gods now.

"Eztli's clients are all going to die." Kabil declared, bursting into laughter at the Nahua Veteran's predicament. "I hope our outlanders are more-" Kabil was swiftly interrupted by a stern hand on his shoulder. His partner, Taavi, a fellow Mayan War Vet and centuries long Comrade was quick to get his attention. With a simple upwards nod, he motioned Kabil's gaze towards the approaching Kressnian Troops. "They left their weapons" Taavi stated under his breath, so that only the two men could hear the remark, as the commander greeted them. Kabil smiled, taking a loose and welcoming posture and accompanied gestures. "Welcome-" for but the briefest moment he paused, trying to remember if the Kressnians found surname of given name addressable as more proper. In but the smallest fraction of an instant, the quick witted man decided to wing it. "-Commander. It is nice to see fellow warriors." He said, patting his chest lightly with his left hand, drawing attention to a significant scar above his solar plexus. The scar seemed surreal, as if it was made by a wound that should have killed the man, if not at least left him paralyzed to some degree. "I am Kabil, and this is Taavi... Did your men, have anywhere they wished to visit first?" He asked, before motioning to the beach front behind him with his head as he continued. "If not, I have a few suggestions." While Kabil greeted and talked, Taavi couldn't help but eye up the 'warriors' suspiciously. They did not seem too scarred, or too powerful in their stride. Additionally, they came to the colony while leaving weapons behind, despite their being very few weapons laws in Confederate lands. His face showed clear doubt, and contemplation, as he sized up the approaching Kressnians... Wondering to himself how many he could take on his own. _ Eztli heard not only the shrewd woman's laughter, but that of the Maya off to his right. Between that ,and the onslaught of ignorant comments and veiled insults coming from the silver spoon brotherhood elites, was enough to cause the calm demeanor of the man to crack in the most subtle of ways... He clenched his right first together so tightly, that and audible series of cracks could be heard. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, it was unlikely that the problematic Brotherhood Tourists could heard anything over the sounds of their own deafening smugness. "It is not a-" the man inhaled in a sense of defeat, before continuing on the exhale "-costume. It is how we dress." Releasing the rest of his breath in a sigh, before correcting Charles. "And we do not have faiths, we have one faith, one truth... It is true that many of our dances are tied to it, but that is because we hold most things to be sacred." He paused, reigning in his almost enthusiastic desire to teach the ways of his people. Realizing that, while many tourists would find it interesting, if not enlightening, his breath would likely be lost on these people. The pause was brief, but he turned his gaze to the young lad Dylan, before continuing with what he intended to say... Now regaining his somewhat defeated tone. "Or perhaps it is more accurate to say that we prefer to sanctify all that we do in our lives." The veteran forced a smile and polite tone, before answering to Charles request. "If you wish to see that aspect of our culture, come this way..." He said, bowing, before turning and leading the family deeper into the city. It was a bit of a walk, perhaps 15 to 20 minutes, past many of the food stands, and local markets. One of which was a Shaman's Market, displaying a wide array of ceremonial tools, and spiritual ingredients. Such markets often had a unique form of food takeout, which combined animal sacrifice and shamanic cooking into the meal. As the group reached their destination, Eztli tried his best to ignore the no doubt myriad of grumbling coming from the adults about the distance of the walk... As if it was even half a work out. He motioned the Family towards a dance that had just started, detailing the many stages of the creation of man, as he prayed to the gods that these fools would keep their disrespect to themselves... Looking around the area, he noticed many young warriors on patrol, no doubt hotheaded and eager to pick a fight and prove themselves. He could only take solace in the language barrier at this point.

The guide, an Ethnic Nahua going on his 1231st year of life, and decorated war veteran of 23 Civil Wars, became rigid with irritation at the stifled chuckle of the ignorant Outlanders... Luckily for Charles, his children interrupted and showed the heavily scarred veteran due respect. Meeting the young childrens gaze, not knowing what "valet tretment" truly entailed, but recognizing their desperation, he centered himself with the reminder of how many cultural artifacts he had been given for this task. He took in a sharp inhale, before speaking rather defeatedly. "The wait was not too long on my part. We don't have valets culture here, that I am aware of..." He took the briefest of pauses, before continuing, as to avoid being interrupted by the foolish adults. "I thought I had made mention that we would meet by the archway, as Maya are not allowed in the international docks unless on law enforcement business. At any rate, is there any place your parents wished to go in particular, little ones?" He inquired, letting out the best smile he could muster for the tactful youths.. Which still reeked of discomfort about the situation he was tasked with. I can only hope these fools don't get themselves killed. He thought to himself.

As the Bro craft lands, there was no movement on the empty landing zone, which was a walled off circular area, with but a singular exit leading to the walkway... Not a single Maya was to be seen, as the hired local guides waited much further away. Wind blew into the landing zone from the exit, as some increasingly impatient Mayan Guides waited outside the Arch, wondering what was taking so long.

As the Kressnian craft descended to Mayan lands, it would inevitably go within sight of the "Gaurdian of Mars". A 200KM tall, kneeling statue, holding a shield above its head, which projected out a territorial shield over all the Nakbe holding on Orbis IV. Upon the warriors face, was etched a look of grim determination. It was a sight to behold, appearing to be crafted from Jade, Marble, Granite, and bedecked with precious jewels and metals, it gave the look of a true Mayan Warrior from ancient times. It was a testament to the Maya's devotion to the grandeur of artistry, and the projection of all things and actions as something awe inspiring. The figure stood within eyesight of the Nakbe Colonial City of Chak Lu'um. It was the largest Mayan City in PW-1, and held many of the same splendors of traditional Maya Cities. Situated along the coast of the small peninsula, which expanded into the large lake which the confederations territory surrounded, the city sprawled along the lakeside. In traditional Maya fashion, the first sights for tourists were the myriad of colorful temples, palaces, and other holy places, situated atop pyramids which rose well over the tree line. The Subtropical Rainforest seemed to blend into the cityscape below, to such a degree that one could have trouble telling a patch of untamed jungle from a managed park from the air. Unlike many other places of this level of development in the multiverse, Maya architecture was devoid of skyscrapers and other such tall and unstable structures. Such structures never came about for the Maya, who preferred to keep a traditional and stone carved look to their dwellings. As the craft descended, and the occupants could take note of the Mayan people going about their daily lives, the sights of everyday life began to take shape. From live cultural performances, to tamed jaguars roaming past street vendors, the city oozed with a cultural farmer's market vibe that etched and embedded itself deep into the cityscapes sights. Along the shoreline, more tourist oriented venues could be seen. There were shops catering to off world goods for those feeling homesick, and docks, featuring large wooden fishing boats, which would offer tourists a traditional Mayan Fishing experience. Large, open topped Holographic Film Stadiums could be seen showing intense Mayan Dramas. All these sights faded, as the craft touched down in a shoreline port. Upon exiting their craft, and leaving the dock, the tourists would walk down a shore side path, with programmable matter displays along either side. These displays were moving spectacles, showing Mayan Cultural Dances, and hard working artisans perfecting their craft. At the end was an archway which projected out a hologram in the visitors native tongue, "Welcome to the Sacred lands of the Confederation, where all things are of value." Outside the Archway stood two men. They were local Tour Guides hired on by Anja. While being "older" men, each having past the age of Mayan Retirement from the Military, mandatory service being hundreds of years in duration, neither looked a day over their mid forties. They stood, in traditional garb, a loincloth, and covered in jewelry of precious stones, metals, and gems. The only other noticeable trait being the myriad of battle scars across their bodies... Like all Senior Mayan men, these tour guides are hardened war veterans, which meant they doubled as security. Yes, Security Guides, capable of showing her men all the Maya had to offer... Even pleasures of the flesh not privy to many outsiders under normal circumstance. What a bargain!

If possible, instead of claiming the land as the Mayan Confederation. I would like to claim it as the Cemanahuac Confederation. (A more 22nd century friendly national concept of mine.)

This is my Re-Application claims: http://i.imgur.com/dz5v8lf.png

The esteemed Prince of the Tonina caught Elizabeth's look, and he caught it hard. His grip tightened around his clay cup of nog, as it started to crack. He, in all honesty, stopped hearing anything anyone had said sometime during Danica's speech. He was looking dead into Elizabeth's eyes, the entire time, glaring, his lips twitching in anger at the sheer gall of the woman.. As the assorted delegates began to leave the halls, the sound of shattering clay and spilling nog echoed through the chamber. Once again, B'alam had his own blood on his hands at a Pordish summit. This time, however, he was too irked to bother killing his hand with the cold to stop the bleeding. Luckily, the Clay vessel did not do as much damage as the glass of the prior summit. His body shuddered with rage, as he cracked his neck and closed his eyes, trying to calm down. "Those eyes." He said as he opened his own, his gaze right upon Elizabeth. "You.." He turned to Danica to address her as she left. "Your people are weak, because they resorted to genocide instead of fighting. You are a naive, confused, woman. But.." Now his gaze shifted back to Elizabeth. "At least you are a woman. This... Creature-" he viciously remarked, looking the empress up and down. "Is it even a person?" B'alam made a loud scoff before standing up, his hand still leaking blood. "'Plant life?' The only plants I see are the esteemed warrior of the Mri." He said, motioning to the Mri delegation. "Are you looking down on your betters?" He inquired, sharply, cocking his head slightly to the side. "That's right, your-bet-ters." He continued, clearly enunciating every word. "What right do you have to look down on the likes of Chernigov?" He said, smiling lightly, before his face turned back to one of disgust. "I have read up on the History of the UMS members you Witch! Before the Alterrans, and others, uplifted your people like the charity case they are, the only thing you had that Chernigov lacked were numbers!" He said, chuckling audibly. "Three "founders" of the UMS, as far as the Maya are concerned only the Alterra and Nalydya are founders!.. What are you?" He said, now pacing back and forth. "I do not know of this 'cartoon villain' cultural reference, the closest thing we Maya have to describe what you are is 'insane dog'!" He took in a deep breath, and exhaled just as deeply. "Your arrogance knows no bounds! These creatures bow to you, as if you were a god? Danica brought up a good point, about how we would view others in the UMS without the ties. And you, you would be a lucky fool! What have your people ever accomplished on their own!? What feats of technological, or martial prowess? THERE ARE NONE!.. Know your place before telling others theirs! You trash, animal in human skin!" And with that, he once again sat. Unable to reply to the Brotherhood, whose words did not even register as the anger was stewing. "And one more thing! Watch where you lay your revolting eyes, before someone takes them from you." At this moment he fell silent, but only for a moment. "Actually, my final word, is that even that fool Alexei is a better leader than you! If it were not for Alterran Charity, he would be Your Better too."

"You have time... For now." Death stood up and opened a portal. From it oozed the same Existing Nonexistence he was comprised of. All the light around is was being drawn in, devoured by the portal. It was so black, so dark, nothing could be felt inside it. Death stepped inside, his voice radiating as the portal closed behind him. "I would not wait too long."

"Need? Does a Caterpillar need to become a butterfly for any reason other than it is their fate?.." He scoffed at the though of this butterfly hiding in he cocoon, before continuing. "The multiverse is filled with Deities that wish to fulfill their role. If you will not fulfill yours, another will take your place." He smiled, amused, as he took a seat and stared into the fire. "When you are their goddess, they will be drawn to acting in your image, under your lead. They will not stray unless you do."

"Tonina, and thus the Maya Confederation, vote No to the proposal. It is either driven by cowardice, desire to control, or desire to babysit, if not all three, and we desire none of it. Chaos and Bloodshed is the way of the universe, life devours life. To keep violence from happening in system, will hinder Mayan rights to justify expansion. Few people wish to become tributaries when the galaxy is quiet and peaceful... The proposal is an insult to our interests." He said, in his vote on the subject. As for Go'lonthv, some things needed to be said. "I apologize, Gulont-. Go'lonthv, what a name. I apologize for misunderstanding your intentions. I hope we can have your peoples support in denying this proposal, and change your voice to actively vote against the proposal." As for Danica... This woman, this is why the Women ruled the planets, while the Men ruled the affairs concerning foreigners. Her foolish nurturing words might have been endearing, if they did not actually carry weight in the UMS. He addressed her firmly. "You should set aside your motherly concerns, these locals are not your children. They do not need your coddling, or rearing, anymore than they need your faith in them. I will make this obvious once again, the Maya desire to bring them to knee. With some system-states being willing to break their legs to do it." He sighed, leaning back in his seat. "Your history lesson, we all have history. My confederation average a Civil War every 100 years. They are brutal, especially since we do not resort to wiping out planets, we take ground, and captives, city by city. The losses are considerable." B'alam closed his eyes for a moment, reminded of the many Civil Wars he had partaken in, the friends he lost, the bloodshed, and suffering. Such was fate. "The lesson you should take from your history, is that your men are weak and do not have the stomach for war... Your peoples circumstance, and those of these locals, are too different to use it as some bridge to their circumstance." He opened his eyes, and casually gestured to the French Delegate. "This woman doesn't see what her people did as wrong, she did not even acknowledge it when speaking, all the while speaking of peace as her peoples virtues.. Your people changed because they offended the values they already had, these animals have no values. Did you not see it yourself? One of them nearly went to war with me, out of selfish pride. Such recklessness." Finally he looks back to Danica. "Danica, perhaps it is because you are a woman that you cannot harden your heart to them. If so you should step down, and let your external affairs be handled by someone with less idealism. You will burn your heart, and your peoples pride, by reaching out to these chaotic entities." His posture changed, no longer relaxed, he sat upright and spoke firmly. "These creatures are warlike, more in common with I than you. They speak the language of violence, and that is what will civilize them. A good beating."

K'inich B'alam could be heard stifling laughter all throughout Empress Elizabeth's speech. 'Protecting assets', what a joke. It would be like one of the locals bringing in one of their wet-navy aircraft carries in response to some amazonian tribals ganging up on one of the modernizing local tribes. It was so hard to hold in his laughter, that either Triskel felt threatened by the natives, or expected us to believe it. Disrupting trade? Between who, UMS members? The effect the war had on trade was minor. No, this was easily a power play, one which the Empress wished to extend all of the UMS into after being called out. The Pordish and Brotherhood responses were uneventful. It was Danica's response that grew his attention, and distaste. She fair to the point of being unfair. It was frustrating, but not what drove B'alam to irritation. Oh no, the Frog from the Local Pond getting up and center, as if she held the weight of Empress Elizabeth in these talks, and speaking of unity and peace when the recent tensions that caused the blockade were caused by her people belligerence was... It was sickening, like someone had puked in the beautiful Pordish waters. But then, then the Brotherhood representative spoke, and words with the stench of trash fell from what B'alam assumed to be the creatures mouth. It was all too much. "Why we are here? To bear torches?" The prince asked the UMS members in attendance, rhetorically. "The Nakbe are here because they are a weak System State, and needed to expand. In safety of allied company, in a primitive universe was their prime choice. If they so much as dared to bring the chatoic, unpredictable, local wildlife up to speed technologically, we Tonina would smash their colonies into oblivion." He looked over to the Brotherhood's representative while saying this, with an aggressive and authoritative look in his eye. "I would harken all in attendance to recognize two facts. One, that all of this started because the local woman, who just took center and spoke's people assaulted Chernigov for no discernable reason. Two, that the Triskeli kept up their blockade long after the "war" was over. What does this mean?" After glancing at all in attendance, he let his eyes rest on Empress Elizabeth at the center of the room. "It means that the Empress has ulterior motives. It means that the local woman has ulterior motives. And I can only assume, the fact that we are now discussing dividing up duties has ulterior motives. That "peace" and "enlightenment" have ulterior motives..." He glanced around, letting his eyes linger on the Brotherhood's representative, letting his words sink in, before he continued. "Since no one is being up-front with their intentions, I guess that duty falls to me. Tonina, and so long as we dominate the confederation, the Maya, will not tolerate the uplifting of the locals of this verse. If they wish to benefit from us, they will bow to us... Many Mayan System-States are eyeing locals here as potential tributaries... I cannot agree to any proposal that does not allow Mayan Interests to go on unchecked... But while I have everyone's attention, are the locals allowed the freedom to interrupt to processions with their input as they wish?" He asked, now sounding inquisitive, as he looked toward Admiral nam-Kalzhak. "I was under the impression they were here to observe? Or perhaps speak with limits, at certain times... Whoever thought it was a good idea for them to be allowed to speak freely should be reprimanded, Admiral."

Ba'alm's face twitched with irritation as the French arrivals cut off Admiral nam-Kalzhak, who was clearly busy trying to explain the importance of the gifted urn. The prince gained his composure, and waited for the greeting to be done with and continue his conversation with the Admiral... But then came the Triskeli. This was good, B'alam thought to himself. They needed to be punctual so a summit about their actio- His very thought was cut off at the arival of Danica coming on on Triskel's heels. It was good to see a face he had grown to tolerate. He thought ill of her attempts to meddle in forging of peace, where it needn't be, but such a role was fitting of a woman. As far as women leaders went, she played to her gender's strengths. In the Prince's eyes she also fell trap to the failings of women, of course, the motherly mentality that caused one to busybody. She would need to harden, if her people were to make it. The UMS could not lend their strength to Kressnia forever. He noticed many of the eyes in the room glancing over Danica, and for the first time took a moment to accept she was beautiful. It was but a moment, a brief moment, that quickly gave way to B'alam approaching the Admiral again to try and rekindle their conversation, as there was a lull in arrivals after the Caledonian delegation was tended to. "Admiral, this Urn.. You were speaking of it's importance. Perhaps you would care to continue, friend?" The admiral began to recount the lore of the Urn again before the Franks burst into the room, looking as party eager as always. With their revolting abundance of booze and smoke. The Prince took in a deep breath, remaining level headed though mildly irked. He patiently awaited for nam-Kalzhak to see off the Franks. He approached the Admiral again, only to have the revolting energies of Alexei enter the room. The presence of the force user would no doubt irritate the Pords as well, though for different reasons. With a deep sigh, he looked to nam-Kalzhak who locked eyes with him. In that brief moment, B'alam gave him a light nod and a dissapointed, mildly irritated, and defeated look, that would easily translate the message intended. The pair would have to talk later, when Drunk Franks, Pseudo-Sith, and Myriad other irritants were not present.

"If you do not wish to be called a Deceiver?.. Then be what you are." He said, his voice growing irritated. "You're a child goddess, despite you flaws, and to be a god is to not be flawless. Otherwise there would be no gods." He said, turning to her, and coming close, very close. "Those humans, most of their power is what they offer to others. A god takes that power, and acts on their behalf." He was close, his eyes but a little away from hers. Pulling back and stepping away again, he continued. "Be their goddess,or be replaced."

"You have power to show, and people who would worship your very name... A role to fill. All that stands in the way of being you, is you." He said, his demeanor softening as she bowed. "You need not know of that woman, it is beyond your comprehension Even Evermore has not seen it.. Nor will it ever know, for it can only see the multiverse it knows." He said, calmly, as he placed his hands on Danica's shoulders and lifted her to a stand. "All you need know is that I have killed you, evermore, and all things countless times, and will do so for countless more times." He said, as he moved away from her, looking out the window into the darkness of the surrounding area. "You are new to this... I am the one who devours all of existence."