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Post by thatweirdguy on May 24, 2010 4:43:14 GMT
After examining the Quroche's gravity armor, Ambassador Geeni checked to see if the his translator was working properly for the tenth time since they landed, said, "Now that we have introduced ourselves to each other, I'd say we move the discussions inside."
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Post by droctagonapus on May 25, 2010 0:46:28 GMT
The delegation was pleased with the results. They had not travelled all that way in vain. "Right this way, please!" they shouted to the Quroche and Galdeen diplomats, leading them to the royal palace. It was an extravagant, yet frugal palace. Contrary to popular belief, the monthly decoration and upkeep of the building cost about as much as a middle-class citizen's monthly mortgage payment. The secret was cheap but elegant fabrics, gilded utensils and other visual tricks. This freed money for the defense of Kabalu and welfare programs for the citizens. In this way, Kabalu became more stable than the other nations of Kuuruk. As the group entered the feasting hall, they were greeted by the king and his advisors. "Hello! Welcome! If you would please sit here, I would like to begin our discussion."
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Post by thatweirdguy on May 25, 2010 2:00:59 GMT
Ambassador Geeni's assistant quickly whispered something into Geeni's ear just as he was pulling out the strangely shaped (to him) seat. Geeni nodded and turned toward the delegation. "No offense intended, but I'm afraid your seats may not hold up to our weight. We'll shall be fine sitting down." Geeni and his assistant sat while the escorts stood behind them, watching for any threats.
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Post by DarthGrievi on May 25, 2010 3:28:28 GMT
The two Quroche diplomats, looking for all the world to be entirely identical, hopped jerkily along with the others to the dining hall. Maybe it was just the armor?
Once they arrived, each perched himself (herself? Their robotic voices offered no hint of gender) on their appointed seat, far too large to do anything other than provide something to stand on to reach the level of the table. They didn't seem to mind, though, and made no comment on the issue.
//We return your welcome,// one buzzed, gesturing somewhat nonsensically as he (she?) did so. //What is to be discussed?//
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Post by droctagonapus on May 26, 2010 21:16:05 GMT
Irbilika sat in silence a moment, then began to speak solemnly. "As you may have noticed, we are currently at war. In this war, no side is allied with another. To the north of us is an opressive theocracy, Nirbalu. Their high priest rules that country through a pagan fire worship. To the east of us, there is Baluvar, a failed experiment in something they call "democracy." Their "president" has somehow convinced the people that he is working for their best interests, when in reality he only seeks to silence us. Us being the people of Kabalu. For some time, we have sought to expand our reach into space, as a way of recruiting allies, or escaping the planet if need should arise. However, we did not invite you here for such matters alone, nor are we forcing you to help us. The feast is actually to celebrate the launch of our first ship with a long-range FTL drive- the first ship to be able to leave our local cluster. The technology is secret, and if we must escape, our enemies will be unable to find us. Now, my friends, let the feast begin!" A large assortment of foods was brought from the kitchen, all amazingly prepared. There was baked Ukuril rib, boneless, as well as pies made with many different types of berries. There were fruits of many strange shapes and flavors, delicious drinks of different kinds, and there was a special treat: roasted Rorthoks. This delicacy was hard to come by, as only the bravest dared attempt to go fishing at all, nevermind catching a Rorthoks. It was a fish that looked like a reptile, and it had no problems downing 3 sailors in a single gulp. The diplomats were invited to have their fill, and then some if they were so inclined.
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Post by thatweirdguy on May 27, 2010 0:12:43 GMT
Geeni sniffed the food in front of him, smelling no known poison and turned his head toward his assistant and said something in their native language that the King and Quroche didn't understand. The assistant pulled out a oval scanning device and pressed several buttons on it's holographic keypad.
The device beeped and the assistant nodded toward Geeni took off his helmet revealing a elderly face, then tried one of the fruits, which to him were delicious and turned toward the King and said in their language, "This food and most delicious, your Highness. My compliments to the chef. And about your global war, if the High Council on our home planet of Galieen accepts, our escort: the Lance Held High shall assist your forces in any way it can.
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Post by DarthGrievi on May 27, 2010 23:16:11 GMT
The Quroche pair seemed to be shocked into silence, not saying a word, or even touching the food put before them following Irbilika's announcement. Several long moments after the Galdeen finished his response, they finally became animated again.
//Should any of your craft enter our range, we will not take hostile action without lengthy and deliberate warning. I can not make further promises, as xenophobic factions may yet gain power. As of this moment, it is highly likely that we will provide assistance if requested,// the one on the right stated.
//We can not provide immediate military assistance, and it is likely we never will, unless your enemies fire upon us. At that point, we may enter this war as your allies. Realize, of course, that the converse is true, if you should fire upon us,// his (her?) partner added.
Both then each tilted their heads to the side and sharply nodded them forward, their artificial voiceboxes buzzing out a single word: //Truth.//
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Post by droctagonapus on May 31, 2010 1:05:03 GMT
Irbilika remarked, "Indeed. I thank you both for hearing me out. Perhaps you would allow me this time to show you something. Follow me, the food will still be edible when we return." He then slumped off down a hallway, making a gesture towards the end of it.
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Post by thatweirdguy on May 31, 2010 1:41:19 GMT
Ambassador Geeni and assistant stood up and followed Irbilika, with their escorts following.
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Post by DarthGrievi on Jun 3, 2010 20:44:13 GMT
The two Quroche ambassadors followed as well, but stayed further behind, as if they knew that their news hadn't been as good as the Galdeen's.
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Post by droctagonapus on Jun 8, 2010 23:32:56 GMT
Irbilika managed to reach the right door, then entered the room, showing the diplomats what he had spoken of. It was a marvelous sight, such amazing arrays of machinery and armor. If the soldiers were equippe with this (which they soon would be), they ight just win this before the end of the century. But news arrived from the front. "Sire!" "What is it?" "News from the front! A large Nirbalu force is storming through the eastern border! Their front lines are already ony 30 miles away from Ka'raspuv! We'll be next, and the civilians can't stop them! There's utter chaos! I estimate that we have only 7 hours before they arrive!" "Hmph. I knew they would try something desperate to drive potential allies away. What they don't know is that some of our largest forts and battalions are in this area. If they want this city, they'll have to go through them. And I don't think any Nirbalu soldier is ready to face the Elite Guard." Irbilika then remarked, "Sorry for the commotion, friends, but it appears I have just the reason I was looking for to test this." He pointed to a particularly powerful-looking weapon on a shelf.
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Post by thatweirdguy on Jun 9, 2010 19:22:24 GMT
When the incoming enemy force was mentioned, Geeni spoke something to his assistant in their language and the assistant talking to someone else using his radio transmitter. Geeni then takes a look at what appears to be a weapon that the King pointed at.
"What is that?" He asked the King.
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Post by droctagonapus on Jun 10, 2010 20:53:23 GMT
Irbilika answered quickly. "This, Ambassador Geeni, is our latest flamethrower. Notice how large it is? It is to be attached to my back, like so." He strapped it to his back, then set up the operating system. "This gauntlet allows me to control the output of the incendiary materials. I figure that with their rubber armor, they'll never expect a flamethrower. They WORSHIP fire, so they'll never expect to die by it." Then, Irbilika showed a strange expression. Nobody except his father had ever seen it before. But anyone who saw could tell what it meant: things were about to get bloody. "Well, friends, please return to your seats if so inclined. I'll be back."
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Post by thatweirdguy on Jun 11, 2010 1:18:16 GMT
"Interesting. Also, concerning this incoming enemy force, if you would like, the Lance Held High in orbit can land its troops here to reinforce your army here while the Voyager can start updating your command with up-to-date tactical information regarding troop movement." Geeni said as he turned back toward the dining area.
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Post by DarthGrievi on Jun 11, 2010 4:23:33 GMT
The two Quroche diplomats followed along into the chamber, but were ultimately unable to do anything productive at the moment. The best Irbilika could hope for is if the enemies fired directly upon their ship. In the meantime, they returned to the dining chamber.
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