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RP: NSS Alliance MISSION 2, PART 1: Dinner with the Enemy

Kokuten's mono-eyes scanned the distant buidlings. He noted the spires with the stained glass windows.

Wow, this wouldn't be an easy task to fix if it came under fire.

...

Though, it is some nice stuff, we should get some nice stuff like this.

...

Why don't we have nice stuff like this? I know the stereotypical Nepo-Nepleslian is usually a rough and tough kind of person. That doesn't mean we can't have nice stuff like this, right?

The Nepleslian pondered this as he observed the two pilots in the WATER 2 power armors check the lift. He watched Fian enter the lift and eventually entered himself as other marines began to board. The Medic stayed close to the front of the Elevator so that he could get a view around the landing area before they used the lift.
 
Soreta and her escorts simply stood there silently, awaiting instructions from her counterpart on the other side. Rash moves and demands wouldn't cut it with the Elysians, who valued contemplation, deliberation, and moderation...

Come to think of it, weren't those all the qualities Nepleslians hated most?
 
After what seemed to the Elysian hosts to be an appropriate period of waiting in order to fully adapt to the suroundings (OOC: Not five days, that's just RL business getting in the way), a figure emerged from one of the spires. Not just any figure - standing seven foot tall, features which seemed to have been chiseled to something approaching perfection (at the same time both beautiful and cold), his head adorned with thick golden-blond hair which fell down to his shoulders and his eyes, habitually held in a analysing ever so slightly condescending look, were dark blue with flecks of darkness. He was garbed in a long silken robe with a cloak on his back, both in a subtle shade of purple - showing him to be a Senator. Behind him followed a group of five Hikael power armours, and two S6 Seraph's.

He walked forward and gave a slight bow, showing himself to be aware of Yamatai's customs if not particularly enamoured with them, and upon straightening up, spoke in perfect English - albeit with a high class accent even in a foreign language.

"You will, of course, forgive us for our slight delay. A small matter came up, the details of which do not concern you. That being said - welcome to Holy Elysia, we pray that you will enjoy your stay and that by appreciating our company as well appreciate yours we might reach a greater state of understanding and co-operation between our races. Those who have decided to have a brief sojourn to our beloved sphere separate from the diplomatic body, please follow my Seraphs. They will lead you to Hall for food, after which you will be met by the Patrician responsible for your visit." He then seamlessly slipped into Seraphim, "As for you Lady Soreta, if you would follow me we shall begin our talks the first of what I hope to be many. Unless, of course, you wish to have a tour or partake in sustenance - both of which can be easily and readily arranged."
 
Mike immediately took quick aim at the senator's upper chest with his XASER rifle and fired. "Elysian scum!" he screamed as the invisible death rays spewed forth. He would enjoy watching Nepleslia crush these people. "OPEN FIRE ON THE ELYSIANS!" he shouted, hoping to jolt his fellow marines into action.
 
YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING!! We are supposed to be here to make sure we don't get attacked by the Elysians, not commit suicide on their planet. Gran's mind screamed as he saw Mike begin his attack on the senator. His hand flew to his back pocket to where he kept his computer pad. He switched it on as he drew it, the screen flashing to life. The light reflected in his eyes as his fingers flew across it's face.

He linked to the transmitter on Mike's Water, imitating a squad transmission by copying the call-code of another marine, which he was able to get, his pad being registered to the Nepleslian military he had access to other marines call-codes. Since the computer would automatically accept a known incoming transmission, a small notice would pop up in the corner of the HUD and covertly display it as voice transmission coming from a certain "P3C Kokuten Chaiki", he quickly jumped to a folder where he had stored custom PA program sequences. "EMGCY SH-DN," the computer screen read as he hit a send button. The program was designed to cut off the computer's connections to the systems sensors and give dummy info to the computer that the power reactor's core had been cracked and an immediate shut-down was necessary. He had written this during the time between his boot camp and his stationing on the Alliance as an exercise to test how well he could insert a program into an armor.

He wasn't sure how long it would be for the program to take full effect, if it successfully infiltrated the system. He hoped for a quick response; anything longer than a minute or two could be very bad.
 
Sergeant Scott 'har har' Agar hadn't had that great a day. He had taken some shrapnel during the fight with the Reds on Planet X, and that night he hadn't been able to go out drinking.
And now, some little shit was trying to start a war.
"FUCK YOU, MARINE!" The scream was damned loud.
Scott moved forward quickly, raised his arm high, and brought it down on Mike's now immobile XASER rifle, his shield vaporizing half the weapon, and causing a small explosion.
Scott looked at the man's helmet, pulled back his elbow, and sent it smashing towards the man's head.
 
Once Scott's punch landed, Benji ducked and seized Mike's ankles, hefting the marine's PA upside down. "DAMN IT MIKE!" Benji roared at the privet over the comm. "All of us will willingly give your ass over to the Elysians RIGHT THIS MINUTE! Stop TRYING to get your ass kicked..." He took a deep breath and let the channel go quiet. With a grunt Beji held the PA in the air and gave the man a good shake. With a snort, he draped the pa over his shoulder. "Damn..." He muttered to himself "and Fian thinks I'M an asshole..."
 
Scott watched Benji heft the foolish marine over his shoulder.
"Get the fuck back here, Storm!"
He grabbed Mike's armor and begin trying to pull it off of Benji.
"This fucker isn't leaving this room alive! Either we do it or the Elysians do, but no way in hell will this be tolerated!"
 
Fian, being at the front of the marine group, was in no position to stop Mike's attack as it was performed. By the time he turned around the entire scuffle was over and the postal marine was pinned down and disabled. Quickly turning around again to face the seemingly unharmed senator, he had some damage control to perform.

Powering down his weapons, shields and sensors, the Vel Steyr took off his helmet and knelt with one hand on the floor with his head bowed. "My apologies, senator!" He shouted, loud and clear to everybody in the room. "That attack has nothing to do with the Nepleslian Empire's interest and was done on his own personal violition."

He took a deep breath, the next few words were important. "As the leader of this group, I accept full responsibilty for being careless and allowing this to happen." He curled his floored hand into a fist, as though bracing for what would happen next. "Do as you wish."
 
Rico lifted his head a bit as the Elysian diplomat finally presented himself, complete with a guard of armored Elysians. After a quick glance at the Senators appearance, Rico instantly knew he would not like this Elysian. He didn't pay much attention as the dignitary made his long-winded speech, attempting to ignore the parts that didn't matter to him.

However, as the events unfolded quickly before him, Rico jolted back to attention. One of the marines was firing at the Elysian. Rico instantly moved in front of Soreta, remembering that his assignment was her safety, and put a hand close to his holster. Just as quickly as it started, it was over; the marine who made the assassination attempt had been subdued. The tension of the situation, still wafting heavily in the air, was then again disturbed as Fian presented an apology to the Senator.

Rico didn't know what the think as he remained positioned in front of Soreta. He did know, though, that whatever happened in the next few moments would have his full attention.
 
Mike pointed at the senator. "LOOK AT HIM! HE'S NOT REAL! HE'S NOT REAL! Get off me, guys!" Mike struggled to right himself as his supposed borthers in arms turned on him in favor of the Elysian scum. The senator had survived the shot--there was no way he could have been a real Patrician, so he had to be a Seraph decoy. Nepleslia was being fooled and nobody but Mike seemed to have seen it coming. "Contact the Alliance and tell thim the senator is a fake!" he demanded.
 
Scott reached to his side and pulled out his vibro-blade.
"You listen up, you little shit! Shut the fuck up right now! The senator's still alive because you can't fucking shoot! I swear that I will bury this fucking sword in your goddamn head if you don't SHUT UP! You've doomed us all, you ass!"
A number of marines had grabbed the sergeant by now, trying to push him back.
A couple of the other marines were yelling, and one was freaking out trying to get Fian to reconsider his move to accept responsibility for Mike's actions.
 
...this, perhaps, may have jumpstarted my mission...but he's still a liability, isn't he? Much in contrast to the chaos around her, Soreta was quite calm...as though she had no concern for the affairs of those around her.

This man is clearly not in a condition to be serving on a starship... Despite Crosby's claims that the Patrician was a decoy, he was quite simply a lousy shot. Perhaps the memories of the plague still burn in these men...but no matter.

The marines were doing their job as best they could - chaotic determination would always, however, defeat calm, rational thought. As for Fian...he did the noble, stupid thing. Soreta thought he made a good hero.

But in any case, her action was simple - once she had a clear view of Crosby, she lowered her hand, calmy drew her Type 29, and aimed...

Her voice roared like the Valkyrie she called herself after. "This ends now."
 
Kokuten had kept still through most of the situation as it unfolded infront of him, he stood with the other Marines as Mike was restrained. Then, as Fian went to apologize for the mess, the Medic moved forward and got down next to the Marine.

"Eh, it must be paranoia brought on by the stress of the mission. We should probably put a few sedatives in him to call him down." Kokuten said on squad channel observing the crazy Crosby, looking behind and down to dig around into his small makeshift case of medical supplies. As he sifted through them, Soreta made her outburst, but among the chaos of the marines and his mind focused on finding the correct sedatives, he barely heard her.
 
"Whoa, watch out that Geshrin bitch is CRAZY!" Mike warned, pointing at Soreta. He knew he'd hit the Elysian and video recordings would prove it. "Get off me and defend yourselves from the Elysians!!"
 
After realizing what Soreta was doing behind him, Rico turned himself and quickly shot out a hand to lightly grasp the gun and pull its aim away from the group of marines. Rico shot Soreta a disparaging glare as he did so, his gaze flitting constantly between her and the Elysian envoy.

"THAT," Rico said in a rather loud voice, before lowing his tone, "...isn't the best thing to do right now. We got it under control. You do your job, you let us do ours sweetheart."
 
The shot had in fact rung true, but the figure now slowly eased himself off the floor - with a sizable hole in his chest. Feeling slowly around the hole with his fingers he began to speak, "I am afraid your sociopath comrade is in fact correct, I am not the true Senator Laurael. For the sake of securing this body is that of a S17, controlled by the mind of my Lord. I hope you will forgive the deception, but I believe this event shows that the measure was not entirely unnecessary. I applaud your fast action to counter the mad-man, and assure you that your nation will not be judged on his actions - we are not barbarians. The only question that remains before we continue with the diplomatic proceedings is under whose jurisdiction this felon falls?"
 
The Senator controlled S17 responded in the smooth tones or one trained in the art of oratory,

"On the other hand he is on Elysian soil, perpetrating an illegal attack on an Elysian civilian (or at least who he thought was an Elysian civilian, and it is intent that matters) and, as he is seperate from the diplomatic party, is not covered by diplomatic immunity. You would understand our concern that he is to be suitably punished."
 
"Indeed, However in a fair trial you would be able to charge him with attempted murder, reckless endangerment, and some other minor charges but we can add treason, insubordination, and avoid a public backlash over letting a marine be tried by Elysians.â€
 
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