Iceland Summit of 407ABT

[Schwieger]

 

OOC: Basically to kick off relations with the various people here we're hosting a summit everyone is free to attend. Assume - as mentioned in the post - that invites were sent out beforehand and this is basically what is going on on the day of the summit and right before it begins. People who want to join in should be free to post about their diplomats/representatives, etc, arriving and entering the chamber. Weapons and such are fine, just keep things reasonable. As always if there are any questions about that just PM me.

 

 

IC:

 

Nalydian Empire

High Orbit Above New Yamsai, Iceland

Jlokhemit Natynozhskaya type Dreadnought, VRZ Spear of Amaruq

 

Are you sure, Admiral? High Hunter Kanyzh Nykat questions. 

 

There isn't much of a reason to keep them here, nam-Kalzhak assures him. He had ordered the bulk of his division to port in the newly claimed system dubbed Natynozh. All of the massive battlewagons and the majority of smaller rift cruisers and runners had left to dock there, and with the rapid establishment of proper facilities, it nam-Kalzhak was of the opinion they would cause much less of a disturbance there than if they remained in the orbital of Orbis. It had seemed cramped when they were anchored above the Pordish holdings, and with the locals largely not possessed of advanced spacefaring capabilities themselves, nam-Kalzhak thought them out of place as well. I will keep one Chorzhalb Zhyssian type here at these facilities. That should suffice.

 

High Hunter Nykat nods slowly. Alright. I will respect that, he agrees. He glances down at his watch to note the time and then looks back up at nam-Kalzhak. We should get going, he says. you do recall today's summit, don't you?

 

Now it is nam-Kalzhak's turn to nod. Tasi, I do recall the summit, he affirms. 

 

Invitations had been sent out to the various nations present on Orbis inviting them to the city of New Yamsai for a summit to discuss various things. High Hunter Nykat was concerned mostly with discussing the Pordish arrival and the state of politics on-world, but with the news that both the Franks and the Mri have arrived as well, he can't but hope the summit will be a little less dry and uninteresting as he anticipates it being. Too many formalities oft bore him, but neither the Mri nor the Franks care all too much about formalities. Naturally there will be all of the standard accompaniments of a summit, but having a little extra excitement never did hurt. Nykat motions to the door.

 

The two exit the door and head down the hallway. They are soon arrived at an expressway and enter it; moments later they arrive in the shuttle bay (having come from the bridge... A location hundreds of kilometers away) and come to a small transport. They board and soon begin to pull away from the gargantuan warship. Once clear of the vessel nam-Kalzhak contacts the bridge-crew:

 

We are clear of the ship. You are good to take her out of system, he says. 

 

Tasinehdao, nam-Kalzhak, we are making steam for Natynozh.

 

The Spear of Amaruq pulls away from the planet and begins to speed away; a veritable cloud of smaller attendant craft buzz about her form as she lumbers through the fabric. Once past the moon she engages her rift drives and massive rends in reality are torn as access to the sickly realm is gained. The attendant ships similarly gain their own entry into the rift, and within moments the Nalydian armada, save for a single Chorzhalb Zhyssian type dreadnought, is gone.

 

nam-Kalzhak's transport powers its way down through the air column. It glows red-hot with the fires of re-entry and it is only though the miracles of technology that her small form is kept from being turned into a burnt crisp. It circles above the city of New Yamsai, eyeing a place to land. The pilot finds one - a small replica of the magnificent Fabricport of Grazhni Yamsai. The pilot contacts ground control and it is then not long before the small craft lands at the spaceport. The two Pords exit and make their way to the main thoroughfare through the growing city, a wide eight lane boulevard crafted from ice bricks and flanked by short and wide structures built atop similar stone step-pyramid bases (perhaps four or five steps total, depending on building size), each one of which stands proudly in the center of a wide plaza that keeps the buildings from actually bordering the road.

 

They come to the Palatial Villa - a large walled complex with blue-clad Pords wielding tridents patrolling along the walls and battlements - and move through the courtyards and ascend up the stairs into the building proper. They are the first to arrive and take their seats at the primary meeting table...

Edited September 27, 2016 by Schwieger

[Frederick]

I would be glad to attend this summit. I will arrive personally with a small armed escort of 6 men.

-Il Duce Benito Mussolini

Edited September 26, 2016 by Octavius

[Leopard I]

Russian Ambassador to Korea will attend

His FSB guard will be with him

 

Soviet Union Premier will attend

With his personal guards

[Lee Young-suk]

Our Minister of Foreign Affairs would like to attend this summit. We will arrive at there with 2 military officers and 14 governmental security guards.

[Ikhan]

Czar Alexei Mykhailovich Lysenko will be attending this summit.

[Church]

King Charles I would like to attend this historic meeting, with our armed escort of 10 Secret Service agents.

[Schwieger]

OOC: For the purposes of avoiding cluttering the thread with announcements of intent to attend the summit I noted in my initial post that everyone who wants to attend is pretty much free to post about their folks arriving. We can work from here though

 

IC:

 

Palatial Villa:

 

nam-Kalzhak glances at the list of guests who have indicated their intention to attend the summit. He nods as he goes down the list one by one to double check their number; between each name he looks up to the table to see the various name plaques have been prepared for the arriving delegates and leaders.

 

We will need to contact Häzhel with the details about this summit after it is through, the High Hunter mentions to his VRZ companion.

 

Naturally, the Admiral replies. He too is double-checking things, but they are of a different nature; he moves his hand quickly over his datapad as information is exchanged between workers elsewhere in the city, the construction crews in the System Natynozh and here. Most of the construction appears to be going rather smoothly, but considering the freshness of everything, he can't but help be apprehensive. After all, they are far from Nalydya Prime and the infrastructure of the home verse.

 

[Governess Ariel]

Palatial Villa, Nalydian Iceland

 

A Scarab Dropship lands on the platform outside of the Villa. It was built in the typical Pord fashion, From the dropship walked a member of the Royal Family. She was extremely removed from the line of succession and didn't carry with her any particularly useful titles, however she had been granted a new title recently. She was young, one of the great grand daughters of the current Queen. The current queen, Phage I, had lived far longer than any other Queen had thus far, due to the relative peace which the nation had seen under her rule. The girl here was named Ariel. She held the name of the first Xanthiri Queen, which is considered an honor amongst the D'ath family. She herself now carries the peculiar title of Governess of Novus Nika. Records indicate that there is no world in the Mriverse by the name of Novus Nika and in the past few months, several inquiries onto her title have been made all of which were brushed off by her.

 

Accompanying her are two armed guards, bionanite armor coating the entirety of their body and carry an older weapon, the MAR-4.2 a mag-rifle with good range and high impact. The last thing out of the Scarab would surprise almost anyone as few have left the home systems. A monstrosity known as an ath-ma'ai. This one is close to 8 meters in height and has some kind of energy weapons imbeded in both of its arms. Each of those arms ends in a sharp thorn-like structure. A faint blue glow emanates from the few gaps in the monster's thick carapace.

 

Governess Ariel enters the Villa and makes her way to the meeting chamber, the Ath-ma'ai stays outside the room acting as heavy security for the function while the two guards stay stationed with Ariel, though once inside they are relieved of their rifles by security forces.

[Frankia]

Fleetlord Harlaw, his subordinate Shiplord Severian, and a mixed group of officers of the Imperial Fleet and the Guardians of the Faith disembarked from a shuttle that had been tardy in its arrival. Harlaw took no note of that, more concerned with his assignment at hand of being a representative of the Dread Sovereign's government to an ancient ally. Out of the corner of his one good eye he could take in the Pordish progress so far and the trappings that had been raised; all this without having to bother with placating guildiers or Triarchs. 

A Daughter of Atkane was the last to join them; her crimson garb of soft fabric was bound to clash with the armors of gold, green, and white that the Frankians who had preceded wore upon their strong frame. She was thin, slender, and notably short; but her eyes were of fire and everywhere she went it was as though one stood near a hearth. Harlaw saw her come out of the corner of his one good, and reckoned what the Pords would take of a representative of Atkane's Disciples or their work so far in converting the primitives to the Light. 

The Daughter bore no weapons; she had only need of the Atkane's gift that only few in the Realm possessed. The Guardians bore only the Hammer of Wulfrum and the DKA-97B Kinetic Rifle which had recently rolled off the factory ships of the Colonization Fleet. Harlaw grimaced at the thought of how the Hammer of Wulfrum might be a more suited instrument in this Verse based on the technological progress of the spacefaring natives he had so far observed; gods know how they would do against a Neustrian Dreadnought or a Zoid battalion. 

As the Frankians entered the villa they each bowed to their hosts before taking their seats. As Harlaw removed his flask of best brandy, he took note of some of his officers indulging in a pipe as the delegates from other realms were still arriving. Might as well, it might be a long wait. The Guardians removed their helmets one by one; their long flowing hair, no longer crammed into a helmet, naturally came down to rest beside their utility belts. 

[Wolfie]

French Imperial Jages land down in Iceland, clearing the route the exile in their Armored Personnel Carrier. Speeding down the streets, the arrived at the villa. 

 

 Princess Maria I of Bordeaux disembarked her vehicle heading inside. She bows bestowing the a jewel of France to their new neighbor. She takes her seat amongst the others. The Empress re-tasked her from Portugal to Iceland to open relations. Hoping to make one less enemy at the least. 

 

 The Princess sits down opposite of Frankians 

 

[/url] Princess Maria I of Bordeaux: We humble thank the leader of Iceland and hope to open diplomatic relations, please accept this gift from the Empress. Picked amongst Orbis best jewels. 

 

The Impérial Jâgers stood outside, with The Princess Personal Guards entering the room, 

 

Impérial Jâgers

 

Elite Jâgers 

Edited September 27, 2016 by Empress Wolf

[Ikhan]

August 11th, 2008

(July 3rd, 6439 Chernigov Prime Time)

 

 The Ship came down in the city, forces from the Starforge securing the area before Czar Alexei M. Lysenko exited the ship. As he stepped out, one of the androids said that the area was clear, and the group made their way to the area that the summit would be held. Eventually, Alexei arrived at the building and, upon entering, granted a rare yellow crystal used in light-sabers and other such weaponry, as well as in other forms of technology. After giving the crystal, Alexei ordered his troops to wait outside while taking his seat in the room.

 

Alexei

 

Starforge Android Soldier

[The Sacred Lights]

The Icelandic Night Sky was filled with a brilliant pale blue flash, which rippled out like whipping electricity into the void of space, signaling the arrival of the Nohoch Chempan of Tonina. The impressive craft, roughly two thousand kilometers long, was nothing short of a masterpiece in artistry. Adorned with glyphs, and statues, and fantastic lines of craftsmanship, a Nine Hundred Kilometer high statue of their founding god protruded waste up from the ship.

While the Maya already had a foothold on the planet, considering that the Pords had called a summit, K'inich B'alam had found himself called upon to negotiations. A task he grudgingly agreed to. He could not help but be reminded of the last summit, and the repeated insulting behavior of the Observer Maclome Shore.. How it did not lead to a war surely must have been some divine intervention. B'alam himself had resorted to striking the Franconian attendee at the time, after the beast of a sapient creature had drawn his sword against Malcome Shore.

B'alam let out a deep sigh, as he looked down at the planet from orbit. 'Hopefully this summit will progress much more smoothly.' He thought to himself as he boarded the shuttle and departed. He was deep in thought as the craft entered atmosphere and reached its destination with an ease that might have puzzled the natives of the planet. It was not until the craft slowed to a halt that the Prince of Tonina regained his senses. "At last." He said, as the doors opened and he was hit with... The relatively tropical like breeze of Iceland.

Though to the eye, B'alam seemed rather under dressed for the local, wearing little more than a loincloth, cloak, and bedecked in precious stones, jewels, and metals. But the atmospheric shielding was kicked on and, much to B'alam's discomfort, calibrated to the climate he had experience on Nalydya. He felt as though he was on fire, as he quickly, yet calmly, adjusted the calibrations to a more pleasant temperature. Compared to the planet of Nalydya, where the "Oceans" only existed due to some mixture of absurdly high salt content, and Jlokhemit's will. That absurdly cold place, where the local wildlife had antifreeze in their blood. Yes, compared to that frozen land, this place of "ice"land was obscenely tolerable.

Gathering his mind, the Prince entered the Villa and greeted his hosts with a light bow. "Chadengrazhni, High Hunters. I've brought to your people a collection of Jade Skull Whistles as a gift." One for each High Hunter in attendance, each an individualized masterpiece.

Edited September 27, 2016 by The Sacred Lights

[Frederick]

Benito Mussolini walked out onto the deck of the Attilio Regolo to view the approaching land mass.  The light cruiser was both swift and imposing; built especially for the Duce's diplomatic missions.  In a short while later the ship docked and the Duce descended, dressed in his traditional military garb.  Mussolini, accompanied by one military officer and 10 Moschettieri del Duce (body guards), set out for the villa where the summit was supposed to take place.  Upon arrival, the Duce ordered all but two body guards and his officer to remain at the entrance and subsequently entered the villa.  He removed his hat and greeted each of the attendants, then took one of the available seats.  

Edited September 28, 2016 by Octavius

[Schwieger]

Reverence

 

The meeting room is not all that unlike the grand meeting hall of the Palatial Villa in the capital of High Tnem-Fragg. In the center of the room stands a tall wooden table with thickly carved legs; the legs themselves resemble totem poles and are adorned with carvings of various animals and representations of the Winter-Bringer, Jlokhemit, and his brethren - Amaruq, Polynya, Rekazhnar, Voznayte, Reknu, and others. Around the table are the various chairs for the guests and the High Hunters, while above the table a large chandelier hangs. It pours a dim blue glow over the chamber. At the far end of the chamber, relative to the massive doors that act as entryways, is a raised platform upon which the various seats for Hunter Elders are placed. Most of them are empty save for one or two. Behind them the entire back wall is obscured by a sheet of cascading water, while the other walls are hidden behind numerous trident-standards and the varied flags of the myriad Houses.

 

High Hunter Nykat returns B'alam's greeting; And Chadengrazhni to you, Grand Heir of Tonina Kinich B'alam, he says with a bow. It is truly an honour that you have come to meet with us here in our humble colony. Take these pelts - he motions off to the side to a Pord holding a collection of pelts - and be reminded of our mutual hunting prowess.

 

He motions to a number of Pords standing off to the side once again. We would like to welcome each and every delegation for making it here today, he says. The colour guard advance to present the Czar of Chernigov with a wooden box; inside is a Yamsai'an short sword with an ivory handle; the Princess of Bordeaux is offered a similar gift. These two swords were forged deep in the cold depths of the glaciers of the Yamsai'an capital. They will serve as representation of the bond between this universe and our own.

 

He turns to the Mri: Our eldest allies - it is good to see your presence even out here. The colour guard moves to present Ariel with a spear. The blade on this spear was fashioned from metals that once were part of Myei syn'Rall's flagship, the Ishii dreadnought All My Sins Made Manifest.

 

He motions to more Pords off to the side; a number advance and carry with them vast platters of food: cured meats, raw meats, boiled meats, various other meats... Vegetables (mostly steamed), and large jugs of eggnog and other similar beverages. 

 

Let us begin this summit with food to celebrate this momentous occasion, the High Hunter calls to the gathered.

[The Sacred Lights]

B'alam clutched the furs, forcing a smile, trying to not seem disappointed as that was clearly not the intent behind the gift. Still, he could not help but feel let down considering the sacred waters he had received as his last gift... While it was true, compared to the others in the UMS, his people did have a fine hunting tradition, it was not nearly as integral apart of Maya culture as it was to the Pords.

The facade maintained, he bowed yet again to the high hunters. "Thank you for this symbolic gift, let our peoples bonds grow stronger with continue friendship and respect."
As the Prince of Tonina began to turn away, the smell of smoke and alcohol hit his senses... He turned his gaze towards the Franks, almost instinctively, whom seemed to have already started the feast on their own. 'debauched animals' He thought to themselves, reminded of their entire delegations drunken stupor during the UMS summit.

With a level head, he made his was to a seat, as far away as possible from the Franks. He wondered if another Frankish Woman would attempt to assassinate someone at the proceedings again. Regardless, he would not be accepting a dance from any Franks till the end of days.
 

Edited September 30, 2016 by The Sacred Lights

[Frankia]

As the Frankians drank and smoked they gave apparent thanks to their gods that no vile, bloodsucking Septarians had as of yet made an appearance. When Alexei arrived, and they were made aware of his bodyguard, they shuddered in disdain. The minions of Septimus had been smashed time and time again by the Imperial Fleet only to rise again from the ashes of another organic civilization. Harlaw was somewhat glad that these abominations were not in the same room as his entourage or he would be tempted to turn the gearheads into scrap metal.

Fortunately for Alexei, the Frankians would not breach the peace in the halls of their ancient allies as their Fraconian cousins were so fond of doing. Regardless, Harlaw's report to his superiors back on Gerwannia would not paint Alexei or his regime in a good light; a child playing with matches who was about to set his and his neighbor's house on fire. 

[Leopard I]

*The Soviets entered the room, bringing with them their Peoples Guards, sitting down away from France and Cherniogov 

[Wolfie]

The Princess smiles and and accepts her gift, before joining the Czar of Chernigov, she gives a death glance towards the Soviets before continuing talking with Czar Alexei. She excuses herself to make a phone call to the Empress

[Governess Ariel]

"This gift is very acceptable. I am sure that my cousin will put it on display in the Throne Room once it is safely back in MV-1. Until that time, I am certain it will be a fine addition to our collection." She looked around at the room, the force user was blatantly obvious to point out. Ever since the ousting of the Mri'anths force users were typically hunted down by the Seekers. If this 'verse had an infestation, then the Seekers would have to be notified of it. To him, the complete absence of the force from her and her entourage would be quite noticeable. 

 

As the food emerged, as usual, they politely declined to eat the foods meant for the guests. Fortunately, close relations with Nalydia permitted the Pords to be prepared, they also brought out a silvery-blue glowing liquid for the Governess and her guards. One of them brought one out for the Ath-ma'ai guarding the exterior of the room. 

[Ikhan]

 Alexei, who was quietly listening to Princess Martha, soon noticed the Frankian delegation. Staring for a second, he thought of what they could do to the planet, but quickly disregarded it. Slowly, he took off his mask, revealing a man scarred by war, not the boy he once was.

 "If any of you try to endanger this world, or if you wish to bring harm to the people of Chernigov, you will find yourself put to the blade. I can not accept any loss of life from this meeting." Alexei said with confidence.

[Leopard I]

The Soviets hand the Naylydian people a bear coat. 

 

 These are the furs of President Putin, or shall I say former president "snickers" bear, we hope you will honor us with your acceptance. The Soviets glance back at the Princess and Czar, laughing at his vile threats. 

 

The Emissary takes a wisk of his Vodka before listening in to the meeting. 

[Leopard I]

*The Federation Delegation has pulled out, due to internal issues, and not wanting to be in the same room as those monsters"* 

 

 We thank you for the invitation 

 

President Dmitry 

Russian Federation

[Cenna]

 

Lady Victorina late as always enters the room in a most elegant gown. She first looks to the soviets and scoffs at their distasteful appearance, then to the newer nations of Orbis with some respect and then to her friends Princess Maria and Alexei. She sits down with grace as her body guards stand around her chair almost ready to shoot anyone who attempts anything against the Queen. She smirks as she sips the red wine and glances at the soviets almost as if she knows something they don't. After a long pause she looks to Princess Maria and says, "It's been a while" and she reaches out and embraces her with a hug and then to Alexei she says, "I see you've become quite the warrior",with a pleasant smile as she shakes his hand.

Edited September 30, 2016 by Cenna

[Frederick]

Benito Mussolini watches as each of the guests walk in.  He nods towards each of the ambassadors and leaders entering the villa as a form of greetings.  Upon seeing the Soviets enter, a scowl appears on his face, "Disgusting Marxist scum" he thinks to himself.  He glares at the soviet leader while taking a sip from the eggnog that was served.

[Governess Ariel]

Governess Ariel looks around at the natives. They seemed familiar with one another and at the very least, had already formed pacts. When the Soviet leader left the meeting she presumed that meant they could begin discussions with the locals and that there would be little factional politics going on at the time. She made a mental note that they would need to contact the Soviets separately from the others. She looked to the French Princess and directed her first inquiry at her.

 

"Princess Maria, I believe it was. My ancestors say that the French Countryside is truly a marvel. I heard that a catastrophe in our home universe destroyed the landscape and all of the holovids of it under Mri control show a volcanic wasteland. Which could very well be their fault, the Yin Mri, were never very particular about collateral damage. It is fortunate that our two races diverged after we faced near destruction of our homeworlds. As the nation which is closest to my own domain here on Orbis, I do hope our people can be friends."