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Nations of the Stars; The Roleplay
Topic Started: Jan 29 2008, 07:34 AM (1,655 Views)
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Isaac Rosenberg, the son of the State Chief of West Tyria, Rudolph Rosenberg had not ventured outside of the confines of New Quaon before, and in fact had not venture outside the confines of the state of West Tyria. For years, he had been perfectly content to stay in Rosenhold, enjoying the fine women, clothes, and entertainment his family's money provide. He was, in no way, qualified to be an ambassador, or serve in any diplomatic mission at all.

Nonetheless, Isaac Rosenberg was the heir of the second most prominent family in all New Quaon. The Rosenbergs and Reinholds had been closely allied for two generations, so it was natural that Governor Reinhold wouldn't be adverse to having this incompetent fool represent his nation, if only to please the boy's father.

Isaac, after being appointed the Quaonion delegate to the Elarian Consulate, had thought himself quite a man of importance, more so than normal. In that vein, he had gone about Rosenhold and bought the finest clothes that could be found, spending more Quaonion dollars in the process than most men made in a year. He would not be outclassed by any other delegate at the conference, he assured himself.

After a brief shuttle ride, he arrived in Elaria, smartly dressed in a blue suit with gold stripes-all the rage in New Quaon these days-and a top hat to complete the outfit, the top hat being of course in the hip style of ultra-retro. Isaac took a seat at the conference, greeting the Elarians with a nod of his head and a smile.
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One of the councilmen nodded at the Quaonian, "Welcome. Please, make yourself comfortable. We are on schedule, the other delegates should be arriving at any moment."

OOC: RP Arrivals, gents. :)
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Little was known of the IDP. According to popular opinion they did not trade outside their boarders (they did, of course, but not in significant amounts), they had never started or fought in a war and they had never before made diplomatic overtures to any state. They remained distant, relegated to their tiny island and Vegal colony (which the observant noticed exchanged shuttles once per lunar cycle). When asked in later years why they had been so isolated over the generations until the Elaria conference, they would simply reply that until then they had never been invited to open relations and had never seen the need to make the first move.

One widely held belief about the people of the IDP was that the nation was one of reclusive historians – watching history unfold on Auglu Darzh without taking part. This misguided belief stemmed from a book – “Earth: A child’s history of the Colonisation” by an author who identified themselves as “Jennifer”. A child’s history was the only published work from the IDP to find it’s way into circulation among the other nations of Auglu Darzh – no other texts, plays, music or any other media from the IDP had been published in other nations, while A child’s history (in which the author encourages the replication and distribution) achieved a great deal of popularity among historians of all nations. The text itself was a weighty tome – several thousand pages long: it was a cross referenced collection of just about every myth, legend and “historical” account of the formation of the colonies of Auglu Darzh, complete with an analysis of the likelihood of these stories being true and reconciliation of several of the main myths (it also included a hypothetical on what Earth might be like at the time the book was written – if it existed at all). Most people found the book incomprehensibly dull and, if nothing else, it made people wonder what kind of children the IDP had if this was a book designed for them.

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Citizen Obadiah Kane piloted the diplomatic shuttle expertly into Elarian airspace. His companion in the co-pilot’s seat turned to regard him. Both the representatives for the IDP dressed alike: a common silver jumpsuit designed to maintain a constant body temperature, not for fashion concerns, with a small mechanical implant mounted above one eye and over one hand – the neural gauntlet. The gauntlet was a communication’s device – a built in wireless modem – connecting all the members of the IDP to the nation’s massive data-network.

“Relax. We’re not going to be late.” Citizen Kane reassures as he touches the shuttle down.

The pair exit, holding hands, showed their identification to the Consulate security and entered the conference in silence, regarding their surroundings closely.
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Prototopia was colonized so far ago that it's history is obscured. The first settlements disappeared without a trace, and domed communities replaced all open air communities. No one is allowed to live in the oipen air, and the citizens of Prototopia are taught from birth that to live outside is suicide. The domed cities are huge and the climates are perfect. All agricultural activities occur within the domes. Domed cities are interconnected by high-speed magnetic transport lines, making travel between communities very simple and fast.

A series of forts are maintained in the North and East, though the original reason for their construction is unknown to everyone except the military. Plus, one major space port in maintained near the capital which controls all military, space and civilian extra-terrestrial travel.

The people of Prototopia are carefree, funloving and have complete freedom to act, think and do as they like. The state cares for them from cradle to grave and every possible desire is cared for. Contentment is the rule. All labor is performed by robotronics so all citizens enjoy total leasure. Those in the Military and the government live seperately from the general population and are completely isolated. No citizen knows who the government is, or who are in the military, or if they are one in the same.

Capital City is: Doma

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Political system: Unknown, and totally secretive

Religion: None

Ethnicity: 100% mixed race
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OOC: Regarding the meeting; Do you guys want to continue talks or did you want to wait until E and Flumes to reply? This won't effect the outcome between Elaria and said nations, but you guys may miss out on an opportunity to enter dialogue with the others.
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OOC: Wait.
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OOC: I am working on it now...
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"Domaren Scrote and his advisors had traveled in the high speed ocean vessel (KTO-2 Cruiser) on the way to Elaria. On the way, they went over their plans for their mission. Scrote and his counterparts had been given only one mission for this voyage... Get EIS. The Flumes' economy was debatebly the strongest in the galaxy, a contract to headquarter EIS, or even base a major port there would solidify that claim. They walked into the boardroom ready to do buisiness, ready to make an offer.
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Prototopia will be sending a delegate to the meetings.
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The EIS trade delegate entered the Elaria assembly room dressed mockingly casually. He wore ultra-retro blue jeans, open-toed sandals, and a t-shirt. He carried nothing but a small heads-up display in the form of ultra-retro aviator-style sunglasses. He sat down and waited for the conference to begin.

His nonchalance was a result of EIS' extremely advantageous position. They were the richest, most powerful non-governmental organization in the known galaxy, and they knew it. Their delegates had no need to attempt to impress or intimidate. Everyone knew who they were, everyone knew what they were capable of, and almost everyone had something to gain from associating with them.
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The Prototopian delegate entered the room in a full environmental suit, mirrored window in his helmet, several oxygen tanks for breathing, and an atache case. He sat at the table, declining beverages, and said, through his external speakers, "Gentlemen and Ladies, good day. I am Paul Paul. Paul P. Paul of Prototopia. It is my pleasure to be here." Like all typical Prototopians, his first name was the same as his family name. He than waited for the meeting to begin.
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The Elarian council nodded to each of the delegates.

"Ladies, Gentlemen. Allow us to introduce ourselves," an elderly man began, his hair graying and ragged, he began naming off the councilors from his right to his left.

"Councilor Idan, a pioneer in our nations mining corporation," he was a short but stout young gentleman, with his brown hair and green eyes making contact with each of the delegates before them with a warm and welcoming grin.

"Councilor Hadas, our senior weapons application expert," with his tall, narrow stature and dark eyes, he reminded one more of a man who would rather stab you in the back and spit on your still-warm corpse rather than shake your hand.

"Councilor Marina, the head of Elaria's treasury surplus as well as the eldest member serving on the Elarian council," a short, aged woman whom hair was as white as the mans who was introducing her, grinned and nodded in the general direction of the foreign delegates.

"Councilor Kyros, the owner of Magadria Star-port," clearly boasting the looks of a well seasoned merchant and trader, the fancy gemstones inlaid into his councilor's garb and lavish jewelry stood him out as perhaps the privately wealthiest individual in the room.

Then, his hand moved to the man right next to him, "Councilor Yanich, Commander of the Elarian armed space fleet," despite the fact that his size difference was not in any way greatly different from the others, the chillingly cold and emotionless stare he gave to each of the delegates afforded him an aura of austerity, seemingly more dominant than any other councilor within the room.

His hand rested on his chest, "I am Councilor Behar, the senior diplomatic official for Elaria," nodding respectfully to each of the delegates before moving his hand to his left.

"Councilor Elias, the head of Elaria's private infrastructure development enterprise," a tall, fit man whom was clearly much more social than most of his colleagues, evident by his quick smile and affirming nod.

"Councilor Dusan, our commander for Elaria's planetary air, ground and sea forces," clearly a military man giving a mere nod at each of those before him with his stern face and typical markings upon his councilor uniform. While certainly not the social type, he was clearly much warmer than Yanich, whom did not even bother to nod at each of the foreign delegates.

"And last, but certainly not least, Councilor Kaya, a studier of cultures, both foreign and domestic. She is also by far the youngest member of the council," and young she was... With her crystalline-like blue eyes and striking blond hair, she was also certainly the best looking member of the council. She nodded at each of the delegates with a cordial smile.

Behar continued; "Now that the arduous task of introducing you to the council is completed, perhaps you would like to take this time to introduce yourselves, make a statement to another representative in this room or perhaps to us?"

OOC: *Whew* Damn, I am glad I got my council out there and done...
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“I am Citizen Obadiah Kane of the IDP.” Obadiah says looking straight at Councilor Behar. The citizens of the IDP were not well versed in the customs of other nations but Obadiah believed it would be polite to look at the person who addressed him, “And this is my counterpart.” He made a gesture at the woman beside him, who looked intently at Councilor Kaya for a few moments before casting her gaze across the room.

“Diplomacy is… not a forte of our nation, but we are authorised to speak in all matters on behalf of our nation. We are honoured to be here Councilors and thank you sincerely for inviting all nations to your conference.”

At this point Obadiah stopped staring at Councilor Behar and looked around the room at the other delegates (at the same time his female counterpart’s gaze snapped back onto Councilor Kaya).

“I have no honorific or title, you may all address me as Obadiah. My nation, the IDP, is perfectly self-sustained. We require nothing. But our resources are not without limit. If our population is to grow, if we are to expand and develop, we require more raw materials than we can provide for ourselves. We are most interested in establishing trade relations for our finished goods in return for raw materials, particularly fuel sources. We are also very interested in learning the customs and culture of our neighbours and sharing scientific knowledge. It is our hope to establish relations, dialogue and trade with the Elaria and all other states present and interested in these matters.”

Obadiah nodded at Councilor Behar to indicate that he was finished speaking and spread his palms to invite someone else to take the floor.
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Paul Paul stood, and flipped a switch on his suit that changed the mirrored visor of his helmet to clear, so his audience could see his face. Inside the huge suit was a rather smallish man. His face was plain, unlined, and his age looked timeless. To the curiousity of the representatives in attendence his face was unusual. His eyes had more seperation than normal, and seemed placed almost to the side of his head, but not quite, rather than in the front. Then he started looking around the room, and it was obvious that each eye could move independantly. People wondered if he was a unique freak, or if this was typical of a Prototopian, since few have ever seem a Prototopian out from their domed cities. He began to speak, again through his speakers.

"Gentlemen and ladies, it is a pleasure to meet here with you and discuss how we may help each other. We Prototopians are unfamiliar with diplomatic protocal, so I will get right to the point." He then looked at Obadiah Kane with his left eye, and Councilor Behar with his right. "We have recently discovered large deposits of Li2 in crystaline form in our northern Cave Provence, accompanied by unusually stable Klaprothium 233, or as you might know it, Uranium 233. We have discovered this particularly strange variant of Klaprothium suspended in an orange-red quartz that intermingles with the Dilithium Crystals. We are prepared to offer these unusual minerals to IDP in exchange for a trading station at or near but connected to Port Hope. We are also willing to discuss thrade and mining rights with anyone else interested."

Paul Paul then switched his visor back to mirrored, and took his seat.
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With the utmost arrogance, Isaac smiled in a half-sneer. The sneer was aimed at no one in particular. He vainly began: "I am Isaac Rosenberg, son of Rudolph Rosenberg, State Chief of West Tyria. I am the heir of the Rosenberg family fortune and prestige, and have been chosen to represent all of New Quaon by Governor Frederick Reinhold. I may be addressed as His Emminence."
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Mr. Scrote stood briskly, his dark skin only further drew out his tall, built frame in is black suit.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Domaren Scrote of the Nation of Flumes. I am commonly reffered to as Mr. Scrote, but feel free to refer to me however you see fit. I, representing Flumes, am greatly hoping to expand cultural awareness, conduct business, and make peace through this conference. I am confident that all three goals can be met with such fine representitives present here."

Scote looked troward Paul Paul...

"Mr. Paul Paul, we are greatly interested in your Uranium. Name a price, and Flumes will consider and get back to you. We also, of course, offer our Verelle City port for your trading services. It is, to our knowledge the largest, most advanced port in the world. It is also well situated near the center of the world. Thank you for your time."
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Isaac's normally amiable, if hauty, face, contorted into disdain. "It is widely, widely acknowledged that the city of Gateway is the greatest port in the world, getting far more traffic than the backwater Varelle."
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Isaac's normally amiable, if hauty, face, contorted into disdain. "It is widely, widely acknowledged that the city of Gateway is the greatest port in the world, getting far more traffic than the backwater Varelle."

Mr. Scrote rose, his voice was calm, yet firm.
"Maybe I was misunderstood, but the Ocean Port of Verelle is what I refered to. And maybe again I was misunderstood through my kindness, but The Ocean Port of Verelle IS the greatest ocean port on this world. Some may laugh at our seafaring ways, but our ways in this department are undoubtely superior to your ways of shipping on this world through the air."
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Mr. Scrote stood briskly, his dark skin only further drew out his tall, built frame in is black suit.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Domaren Scrote of the Nation of Flumes. I am commonly reffered to as Mr. Scrote, but feel free to refer to me however you see fit. I, representing Flumes, am greatly hoping to expand cultural awareness, conduct business, and make peace through this conference. I am confident that all three goals can be met with such fine representitives present here."

Scote looked troward Paul Paul...

"Mr. Paul Paul, we are greatly interested in your Uranium. Name a price, and Flumes will consider and get back to you. We also, of course, offer our Verelle City port for your trading services. It is, to our knowledge the largest, most advanced port in the world. It is also well situated near the center of the world. Thank you for your time."

Paul Paul stood, and again hit the switch to clear his mirrored visor. "Thank you Mr. Scrote. Our sea port is not anywhere as great as yours, but we will enjoy trading port to port by the beloved waters of this world." Paul Paul then pulled out a writing plate, and entered a figure. He handed it over to Mr. Scrote. "This would be our expected price per metric tonne of clean Klaprothium 233, cleaned from the quartz, and guarenteed .999 pure, shipped in stablized containers, of course."

Paul Paul knew the price was rediculously low, and would have impressed anyone at the table. Paul Paul also knew there would be additional conditions attached to this price, and would bring up these issues after he received Mr. Scrote's response. His left eye stayed on Scrote to watch for the reaction, while his right went from person to person in the conference room, trying to read their thoughts.
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Isaac tensed in embarrasment. "So it is," he mumbled. He stood silent for a few moments, then remembered one of his tasts for the day. Recovering from the Flumesian ambassador's expert rebuttal, he turned to the Esternarxian, and said: "New Quaon is quite interested in expanding its already mighty space fleet-funded mainly by West Tyria, I may add-and would like to contract your company to assist in said fleet's construction."
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Mr. Scrote stood briskly, his dark skin only further drew out his tall, built frame in is black suit.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Domaren Scrote of the Nation of Flumes.  I am commonly reffered to as Mr. Scrote, but feel free to refer to me however you see fit.  I, representing Flumes, am greatly hoping to expand cultural awareness, conduct business, and make peace through this conference.  I am confident that all three goals can be met with such fine representitives present here."

Scote looked troward Paul Paul...

"Mr. Paul Paul, we are greatly interested in your Uranium.  Name a price, and Flumes will consider and get back to you.  We also, of course, offer our Verelle City port for your trading services.  It is, to our knowledge the largest, most advanced port in the world.  It is also well situated near the center of the world.  Thank you for your time."

Paul Paul stood, and again hit the switch to clear his mirrored visor. "Thank you Mr. Scrote. Our sea port is not anywhere as great as yours, but we will enjoy trading port to port by the beloved waters of this world." Paul Paul then pulled out a writing plate, and entered a figure. He handed it over to Mr. Scrote. "This would be our expected price per metric tonne of clean Klaprothium 233, cleaned from the quartz, and guarenteed .999 pure, shipped in stablized containers, of course."

Paul Paul knew the price was rediculously low, and would have impressed anyone at the table. Paul Paul also knew there would be additional conditions attached to this price, and would bring up these issues after he received Mr. Scrote's response. His left eye stayed on Scrote to watch for the reaction, while his right went from person to person in the conference room, trying to read their thoughts.

Mr Scrote glanced at the figure, then glanced again. The price was extremely low, he wondered if they knew just what they had. He tried not to show how baffled he was in writing his response, as he lowered his pen he didnt really know what to write, Flumes was filled with greedy business men. He wasn't used to dealing with good offers. He simply wrote this will do, and passed the note back...

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Isaac tensed in embarrasment. "So it is," he mumbled. He stood silent for a few moments, then remembered one of his tasts for the day. Recovering from the Flumesian ambassador's expert rebuttal, he turned to the Esternarxian, and said: "New Quaon is quite interested in expanding its already mighty space fleet-funded mainly by West Tyria, I may add-and would like to contract your company to assist in said fleet's construction."

What Mr. Scrote had first seen as a master rebuttal by himself, he quickly realized could jepordize the true goal of this mission. Boasting of seaports isn't the best way to cater to a space-port giant, but it may still work in his favor.
"No offense taken His Emminence," he continued turning to the casually dressed Esternarxian, "We too hope to cater a major space-port from you. While we have the greatest sea-port, it doesent do us much good shipping off of this planet. We would love a hub of yours to team up with our thriving sea-port to create the truly greatest port, of all frontiers if you will."
Scrote sat down confident that he had somewhat recovered from his slip up.
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The Elarian delegates nodded, pleased by the general cooperation they were witnessing. It was imperative to establish some sense of trust before proposing one of the primary reasons the meeting was called.

They also knew that the cooperation from all nations would be crucial if Elaria's dream was to become a reality. Large nations such as Prototopia, Flumes, and Quaon on Auglu Darzh, and the IDP on their Vegal colony, all had the capacity and open space to construct facilities to produce one of the most lucrative and rare energy sources in the known universe; Antimatter.

Behar smiled, "It is reassuring to see that cooperation can be earned amongst us, rather than purchased in this day and age where acquiring money and wealth seem to dictate whom we trust and whom we do not.

The mutual benefits of working together are apparent, which is one of many reasons why Elaria called for this meeting. We apologize for not suggesting a more neutral ground, however, nations have arisen and fallen on Auglu Darzh, and diplomatic relations have come and gone with time, we did not know whom we could trust.

But... Those of you that have graced us with your presence have earned both our trust and respect. Despite not knowing who you may find or what to expect beyond your home and behind the walls of this very structure, you have come anyway. The council hopes you can forgive us for our cautious nature."

Councilor Idan took up where Behar left off;

"Yes, mutual cooperation for the greater good of our peoples should ultimately be our primary goals, which can be most easily achieved by sharing what one another has to offer. Especially if it is a surplus that is not needed.

We also have some surplus foodstuffs should any nation require it for any reason, but little to offer in that department without constructing new hydroponics on sea-based flotation platforms. We also have some finished goods to offer, especially in navigation equipment.

But where our economy really shines, is in raw minerals. Recently, with the reserves we've gathered from our mineral mines, we can provide raw materials and precious metals for the production of goods and equipment that may demand such materials, all at reasonable rates.

Councilor Kyros also has an offer that you cannot possibly overlook. Councilor?"

Kyros nodded at his colleague before facing the foreign delegates, "Doubtless that those of you here with an independent space-based trade program have heard of the Magadria Starport. It is the largest within our nation.

With the blessing of the Council given, I intend to make this Starport fully international. Trading partners of Elaria will receive 30% discounts on refueling and maintenance costs year round. Eight days out of the year, timed in equal intervals, our trading partners will be granted free refueling and vessel maintenance.

We offer this, because we know you will be satisfied with our services, and the extra trade revenues that we will all be profiting from does not prohibit the offer on our part."

"There is another reason for what we offer," Behar interrupted Kyros, as politely as one could do in such a manner, "While we would be content with only establishing full diplomatic representation with each of you, as well as trade rights, the truth is, we need your help."

The entire council slowly nodded in agreement with Behar. "Is the offers we have laid forth acceptable, and, would you be willing to hear us out on our request?"

Nearly holding their breath, the council realized that perhaps they had rushed things, but they could not turn back time, only wait for a reply from the delegation.
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The Esternarxian delegate had watched and listened to all the introductions and smiled pleasantly in greeting to each individual in turn. After both the New Quaonian and the Flumesian had expressed their requests for contracting EIS, he took the heads-up display aviators from his shirt, put them on, pressed a button on the side, and scrolled quickly through data behind the darkly-tinted lenses.

What few if any of the people in the room knew was that the nano locators he had carried in on his clothes had spread throughout the room like dust during the meeting and picked up on the vital signs, neural patterns, and even emotional responses of everyone in the room, reporting them back to a team of trained analyzers in an orbiting EIS space-station. The only one in the room who remained mostly immune to this spying was the Prototopian in his space suit.

What the Esternarxian trade delegate had read in his heads-up display was important information about the two potential customers' emotional states and the financial situations of their respective nations, all beamed down to him from the orbiting EIS station.

He removed his glasses, took a quick glance at both the New Quaonian and the Flumesian before saying, "EIS would be glad to build a space port in both of your fine nations. If you could be more specific about what you want, how much you are willing to pay, and how soon you need it done, I can have a contract written up for both of you by the time this meeting is over."
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Isaac frowned. "We do not require a space-port, for we have plenty for our merchant fleet. However, we consider our small navy to be too small for our liking, and would wish to have your company help in the construction of warships."
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As soon as the mention of warships came out of the Rosenburg's mouth a very soft, low, almost moan-like sound began. It grew in pitch and volume over a 30 second period, and by the end, it was piercing and extremely loud, disturbing everyone. Then suddenly, it stopped.

Paul Paul stood, flipped his mirrored visor to clear, and everyone could see tears streaming down from his extremely wide-set eyes.

"I am sorry for my outburst. But please, gentlemen and ladies, warships?? Must it always be about war??? Do not any of you study history, the classics, the great writings of Ga and Po? War? How can there be a mention of war and warships in this peaceful setting? War has destroyed this planet several times. Our own mythology talks of how war had destroyed our people in the past, destroyed our Gods, destroyed our ancestors. I will not, I cannot stand in a room where war and weapons of war are discussed. Have we not had our fill of war? Do you want to rush out like carrion and feed on the blood, bodies and bones of those destroyed by war? My people have had their fill of feeding off the flesh of our dead. There must be no war."

With that, Paul Paul turned off his clear visor, and stormed out of the room, but as he left he said, "Mr. Scrote, if you please. When you are done here, I shall be waiting in the anti-room to complete our negotiations as there are a few "conditions" regarding that price." Paul Paul then hurried out from the chamber.
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The Esternarxian delegate had watched and listened to all the introductions and smiled pleasantly in greeting to each individual in turn. After both the New Quaonian and the Flumesian had expressed their requests for contracting EIS, he took the heads-up display aviators from his shirt, put them on, pressed a button on the side, and scrolled quickly through data behind the darkly-tinted lenses.

What few if any of the people in the room knew was that the nano locators he had carried in on his clothes had spread throughout the room like dust during the meeting and picked up on the vital signs, neural patterns, and even emotional responses of everyone in the room, reporting them back to a team of trained analyzers in an orbiting EIS space-station. The only one in the room who remained mostly immune to this spying was the Prototopian in his space suit.

What the Esternarxian trade delegate had read in his heads-up display was important information about the two potential customers' emotional states and the financial situations of their respective nations, all beamed down to him from the orbiting EIS station.

He removed his glasses, took a quick glance at both the New Quaonian and the Flumesian before saying, "EIS would be glad to build a space port in both of your fine nations. If you could be more specific about what you want, how much you are willing to pay, and how soon you need it done, I can have a contract written up for both of you by the time this meeting is over."

Mr. Scrote tried to hide the happiness on his face as he heard the EIS spokesmen speak although he wasnt sure he did that too well...
"Flumes is happy to hear this. We would prefer going over the finer details privetely though, however to give you a basic idea we are looking to build the greatest port in the galaxy... Simple enough eh?"
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As soon as the mention of warships came out of the Rosenburg's mouth a very soft, low, almost moan-like sound began. It grew in pitch and volume over a 30 second period, and by the end, it was piercing and extremely loud, disturbing everyone. Then suddenly, it stopped.

Paul Paul stood, flipped his mirrored visor to clear, and everyone could see tears streaming down from his extremely wide-set eyes.

"I am sorry for my outburst. But please, gentlemen and ladies, warships?? Must it always be about war??? Do not any of you study history, the classics, the great writings of Ga and Po? War? How can there be a mention of war and warships in this peaceful setting? War has destroyed this planet several times. Our own mythology talks of how war had destroyed our people in the past, destroyed our Gods, destroyed our ancestors. I will not, I cannot stand in a room where war and weapons of war are discussed. Have we not had our fill of war? Do you want to rush out like carrion and feed on the blood, bodies and bones of those destroyed by war? My people have had their fill of feeding off the flesh of our dead. There must be no war."

With that, Paul Paul turned off his clear visor, and stormed out of the room, but as he left he said, "Mr. Scrote, if you please. When you are done here, I shall be waiting in the anti-room to complete our negotiations as there are a few "conditions" regarding that price." Paul Paul then hurried out from the chamber.

Scrote, although not quite sure what Paul Paul had just rambled on about acknoledged him and said a simple "of course."
He had suspected terms to the deal, and was quite interested to hear what they had in mind.
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