Watching the goings on from where he was holding Mike, Benji watched Wazu. He decided the man had some gutts, unlike himself, and then decided to do something about it. With a glare at Mike, even though the man couldn't see it, he pulled up a comm with Fian. "I'll take Mike back to the ship, Sarge..." and then he keyed off the privet channel and on his external speakers he told Wazu the same exact thing.
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RP: NSS Alliance MISSION 2, PART 1: Dinner with the Enemy
- Thread starter Tom
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"...Senator." Soreta spoke up after a time in Seraphim, having sheathed her weapon after the chaos subsided. Despite her usually calm demeanor, her face showed visible disappointment at not getting a shot or two off.
"The officer that just spoke means what he said. If nothing else, he's...thorough. In any case, I will instruct the Nepleslians to give you custody of the body once he's executed." Presumptuous, but that would be the standard military protocol for such a serious breach of conduct, on a diplomatic mission no less...
"The officer that just spoke means what he said. If nothing else, he's...thorough. In any case, I will instruct the Nepleslians to give you custody of the body once he's executed." Presumptuous, but that would be the standard military protocol for such a serious breach of conduct, on a diplomatic mission no less...
Zakalwe
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The Senator gave a small bow and a smile,
"Do not worry, I understand that this man has placed you in a difficult position, and that your people would see a Nepleslian national being tried by my people as a point of national outrage. Furthermore I welcome your offer of the mans corpse after execution, it will do much to salve the concerns that my fellow senators will share - however I must ask one last thing. In order to provide confidence from my people, and to ensure that justice and reason are followed (forgive me but my people do not believe yours to be paragons of those virtues) I would request that a representative of the Elysian government oversees the diplomatic proceedings. A near formality I assure you."
"Do not worry, I understand that this man has placed you in a difficult position, and that your people would see a Nepleslian national being tried by my people as a point of national outrage. Furthermore I welcome your offer of the mans corpse after execution, it will do much to salve the concerns that my fellow senators will share - however I must ask one last thing. In order to provide confidence from my people, and to ensure that justice and reason are followed (forgive me but my people do not believe yours to be paragons of those virtues) I would request that a representative of the Elysian government oversees the diplomatic proceedings. A near formality I assure you."
Fian
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Fian solemmly stood up and re-fitted his gear. With a small nod he affirmed Kokuten's decision. The Vel Steyr didnt know if what he did influenced the outcome of the life or death situation earlier, but thank god it was life. He took a step back to observe the proceedings, the self contemplation for his own actions will have to come later.
Kokuten replied Fian's nod with his own as he pulled out a sedative, something that would calm Mike down greatly until the mission was over. It would keep him subdued long enough at least for the group that was to take him out of here. With a little direction from the other marines, he was able to remove the mans arm plate. After that extended excursion, he picked up the booster shot.
"Alright Marine, your're going to feel a sharp pain." Kokuten said, putting the shot to the mans neck. "Now, relax, chill..." He looked up at the Marines, "And for shi-...er... heavens sake, keep him away from any weapons!"
"Alright Marine, your're going to feel a sharp pain." Kokuten said, putting the shot to the mans neck. "Now, relax, chill..." He looked up at the Marines, "And for shi-...er... heavens sake, keep him away from any weapons!"
Mike Crosby
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During all the commotion, no one had thoguht to check Mike's bag full of explosives. Inside, a timer continued to count down...it would reach zero any second. The explosion wouldn't hurt the marines in their power armors much, but it would be more than enough to kill any unarmored person within 20 meters.
"I have to get to my bag!" Mike said, still struggling. If he turned off the bomb, maybe they'd give him a lighter sentence. He didn't know why he hated Elysians so much, it was almost like it had been programmed into his instincts.
"I have to get to my bag!" Mike said, still struggling. If he turned off the bomb, maybe they'd give him a lighter sentence. He didn't know why he hated Elysians so much, it was almost like it had been programmed into his instincts.
SUBLIMEinal
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Scott stood shaking with anger about what had happened. The damned marine had almost started a war. He honestly wished the Soreta lady had taken the shot.
He heard a light beeping noise. What the hell is that?
Scott looked around and his eyes came to rest on a bag. The one Mike had brought with him...
"THAT STUPID FUCKER BROUGHT A BOMB!!"
Scott charged forward, hearing the beeping grow ever louder. He reached down and scooped it up with his arm. He pulled back, and threw.
The bag exploded in midair some ways away from them. The blast annihilated the beautiful stained glass in the room, and the marines closer to the blast saw their shields crackle. A bit of the concussion no doubt reached the diplomats, but not enough to harm them.
Scott stared, wide-eyed at the massive blast. He shook a bit as it subsided. He turned towards the crowd of marines holding Mike down.
There was no doubt in his mind that Mike would get quite the sentencing. And quite the horrific torture and execution.
He heard a light beeping noise. What the hell is that?
Scott looked around and his eyes came to rest on a bag. The one Mike had brought with him...
"THAT STUPID FUCKER BROUGHT A BOMB!!"
Scott charged forward, hearing the beeping grow ever louder. He reached down and scooped it up with his arm. He pulled back, and threw.
The bag exploded in midair some ways away from them. The blast annihilated the beautiful stained glass in the room, and the marines closer to the blast saw their shields crackle. A bit of the concussion no doubt reached the diplomats, but not enough to harm them.
Scott stared, wide-eyed at the massive blast. He shook a bit as it subsided. He turned towards the crowd of marines holding Mike down.
There was no doubt in his mind that Mike would get quite the sentencing. And quite the horrific torture and execution.
Mike Crosby
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"Thanks dude," Mike said to Scott, glad the other Marine was able to heed his warning.
SUBLIMEinal
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Scott glared at the mass of marines surrounding Mike. He roared in anger and charged forward. Pushing through the numerous marines, he grabbed the man, ripping him away from Kokuten. If Mike tried to resist, the fact his armor wasn't running would have made it rather impossible.
"GOT ANY OTHER SURPRISES, ASSHOLE?! TELL ME RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! IF YOU SURPRISE ME AGAIN I SWEAR I WILL SHOVE YOUR BALLS DOWN YOUR THROAT!"
The sergeant was pissed, and if he didn't get a good answer, he just may follow through on his threat. After, all this guy had put him, his family, and his entire nation under threat of a massive war.
"GOT ANY OTHER SURPRISES, ASSHOLE?! TELL ME RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! IF YOU SURPRISE ME AGAIN I SWEAR I WILL SHOVE YOUR BALLS DOWN YOUR THROAT!"
The sergeant was pissed, and if he didn't get a good answer, he just may follow through on his threat. After, all this guy had put him, his family, and his entire nation under threat of a massive war.
Zakalwe
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The senator looked calmly over that debatacle as well, including adjusting his posture in a highly non-chalent way. The hole in his chest was quickly being replaced with organic matter.
"I should now hope that the charges of vandalism as well as another attempted murder should be leveled against your comrade. I was rather fond of that mirror, and the man who crafted it was killed in the last war. Tell me, does the Nepleslian judicial system including providing compenation for crimes?" The senator of course knew the answer, but he was enjoying this situation enormously. However he really did like that window, although what he had not said was that that window was a molecular copy of the original. He was not, of course, lying.
"I should now hope that the charges of vandalism as well as another attempted murder should be leveled against your comrade. I was rather fond of that mirror, and the man who crafted it was killed in the last war. Tell me, does the Nepleslian judicial system including providing compenation for crimes?" The senator of course knew the answer, but he was enjoying this situation enormously. However he really did like that window, although what he had not said was that that window was a molecular copy of the original. He was not, of course, lying.
"...this marine...his gods guide him poorly." Soreta was anything but monotheistic...something which the Elysians would consider heresy, but it was still a step above the percieved godlessness of Nepleslia and the personality cults of Yamatai. "Luckily, the rest of the crew generally is a lot smarter than to do such a thing to your people. Things should go smoothly in our negotiations, Senator."
Soreta's hand went to her holster as she spoke her next words. "I'll make sure of it."
Soreta's hand went to her holster as she spoke her next words. "I'll make sure of it."
Davis
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Gran had sighed softly, switching his pad off and stuffing it in his back pocket, but he was still surprised at the second set of events that unfolded. He groaned audibly and hung his head, his hands pulling lightly at his hair. He was trying to be as civil as he possibly could, but his patience wore thin. Definitely the WRONG foot to get off on...
He looked back up and stood at attention near Soreta, straightening his uniform slightly. He took in Soreta and the Senator's conversation, mentally trying to place the value of the shattered window, definitely more than he would make in a long time. But his gaze traveled from the window down to Soreta as she spoke that last sentence.
Oh god... He thought she was going to personally deal with the more than rowdy marine. His hand raised slightly, but hesitated from stopping her, he knew she had lots of experience in diplomatic relations and that made him doubt himself: if she was going to such drastic measures, was she in the right because it is her job and she obviously had lots of experience? His mind wrestled, his hand half-reaching to stop Soreta.
He looked back up and stood at attention near Soreta, straightening his uniform slightly. He took in Soreta and the Senator's conversation, mentally trying to place the value of the shattered window, definitely more than he would make in a long time. But his gaze traveled from the window down to Soreta as she spoke that last sentence.
Oh god... He thought she was going to personally deal with the more than rowdy marine. His hand raised slightly, but hesitated from stopping her, he knew she had lots of experience in diplomatic relations and that made him doubt himself: if she was going to such drastic measures, was she in the right because it is her job and she obviously had lots of experience? His mind wrestled, his hand half-reaching to stop Soreta.
Zakalwe
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"Quite, let us put this unpleasentness behind us if we can." The Senator said, "If the diplomat and her immediate entourage will follow me we can being our talks. As for the rest of you, my assitant will take you to the dinner hall - I am sure that all of this excitement will have brought on at least a slight hunger. Afterwards simply ask him for whatever service you require, and within reason he shall grant it." He then stopped and walked over to Soretta, offering her his arm, "With your leave, my lady."
Benji watched the proceedings and then when dinner was mentioned his eyes turned to the Senator's assistant and he studied the elysian. A thought sprang to his mind I wonder if we could screw some of the elysian women... He turned rather all warm and fuzzy and his cheeks turned a bright red. He was glad nobody else could see his reaction to his privet thoughts.
With a soft sigh he switched over from his music to the marine's comm channel. "Dose anybody know if elysian air is breathable?" Sure a stupid question but he'd like it better if he could acctually SEE with his own eyes, instead of the disorienting monoeyes and all the fancy gadgets on the suit. The breathability of the air brought up yet again his last thought and he was plagued by an urge, and not the urge to take a badly needed piss either.
With a soft sigh he switched over from his music to the marine's comm channel. "Dose anybody know if elysian air is breathable?" Sure a stupid question but he'd like it better if he could acctually SEE with his own eyes, instead of the disorienting monoeyes and all the fancy gadgets on the suit. The breathability of the air brought up yet again his last thought and he was plagued by an urge, and not the urge to take a badly needed piss either.
We not only get to see their artistic architecture, but we get to have some Elysian food as well? I wonder if they art that up too.
The Medic's mind seemed to already leave the previous disaster as the mission began to come back into steady pace. He put away his medical supplies and decided to wait on Fians order. Kokuten looked around at the other marines in the group. His duty reminded him that he needed to make sure that these marines were in good condition.
"Hey, do the rest of you guys feel normal? Feeling edgy, a little dizzy, or maybe even a little reckless? I want to make sure that Crosby's case was just his own intentions, not something physically or mentally hindering." The Medic threw out on the squad channel.
The Medic's mind seemed to already leave the previous disaster as the mission began to come back into steady pace. He put away his medical supplies and decided to wait on Fians order. Kokuten looked around at the other marines in the group. His duty reminded him that he needed to make sure that these marines were in good condition.
"Hey, do the rest of you guys feel normal? Feeling edgy, a little dizzy, or maybe even a little reckless? I want to make sure that Crosby's case was just his own intentions, not something physically or mentally hindering." The Medic threw out on the squad channel.
At the senator's offer, Soreta took his arm and beckoned her guards to her side. "Indeed, Laurael. There has been far too much excitement, and we should make sure that we don't see an incident like that again."
As the pair slowly walked away, the geshrin looked back at the Alliance crew with an enigmatic smile, knowing that the Writers were watching them, giving them the gift of free will in a universe mostly dominated by mindless pawns. That ship will go far in this world...who knows? Maybe Nepleslia will match Yamatai soon enough. Certainly something worth living to see.
In any case, my role is not yet over...I still have my part to play here, and it's not my time to go.
As the pair slowly walked away, the geshrin looked back at the Alliance crew with an enigmatic smile, knowing that the Writers were watching them, giving them the gift of free will in a universe mostly dominated by mindless pawns. That ship will go far in this world...who knows? Maybe Nepleslia will match Yamatai soon enough. Certainly something worth living to see.
In any case, my role is not yet over...I still have my part to play here, and it's not my time to go.
Fian
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Fian raised an eyebrow as everything suddenly turned back to normal. The Elysians could have just vapourized himself, the whole diplomatic envoy, the Alliance and maybe the whole of Nepleslia for that Crosby incident. But hey, they didnt. The Vel Steyr blinked a few times to make sure what he was seeing is true.
"More than that." Fian said while streching his arms. "Someone call the Alliance and tell them what happened. Have them send down a shuttle to pick up Crosby, we can leave our armors on it too."
After a long string of 'what the hell's and expletives from the rest of the company, Fian waved his hand to silence the marines.
"We have more or less proved that our weapons are not going to help the diplomatic talks in the previous incident. In fact, it will probably go more smoothly if we were less armed. Armors or not, the Elysians have this place pretty much locked down and there is nothing we can do about it."
"What we CAN do, however. Is to be good guests and take advantage of our good senator's offer of food. Just as they have shown how honest they are with this negotiations by not wiping the floor with us, we can do the same."
Fian took off his helmet and inhaled a lungfull of slightly scented Elysian air. After a few seconds of holding his breath, he slowly exhaled.
"I feel good, actually..." He trailed off, answering the Medic's question.
"More than that." Fian said while streching his arms. "Someone call the Alliance and tell them what happened. Have them send down a shuttle to pick up Crosby, we can leave our armors on it too."
After a long string of 'what the hell's and expletives from the rest of the company, Fian waved his hand to silence the marines.
"We have more or less proved that our weapons are not going to help the diplomatic talks in the previous incident. In fact, it will probably go more smoothly if we were less armed. Armors or not, the Elysians have this place pretty much locked down and there is nothing we can do about it."
"What we CAN do, however. Is to be good guests and take advantage of our good senator's offer of food. Just as they have shown how honest they are with this negotiations by not wiping the floor with us, we can do the same."
Fian took off his helmet and inhaled a lungfull of slightly scented Elysian air. After a few seconds of holding his breath, he slowly exhaled.
"I feel good, actually..." He trailed off, answering the Medic's question.
Benji watched Fian and when the man took off his helment and didn't die straight off the bat, he remembered that several others icluding Soreta and Wazu hadn't been wearing PA's and had done fine. Without so much as another thought he also pulled his helmet off and cautiously gave a sniff of elysian air and found he rather liked the smell. It was an improvement over some of the smells on good ol' Terra Firma.
Just then his stomach grumbled and he let a brief flicker of 'awww-shyt' run across his face before it sent back to being rather emotionless. He took another breath of air and then looked over at Kokuten "Yeah Koku, I'm fine... hungry, but..." he gave a slight shrug that was barely apparent because of the armor.
Just then his stomach grumbled and he let a brief flicker of 'awww-shyt' run across his face before it sent back to being rather emotionless. He took another breath of air and then looked over at Kokuten "Yeah Koku, I'm fine... hungry, but..." he gave a slight shrug that was barely apparent because of the armor.
Zack
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Wazu followed the Nepleslian guards near Soretta, limping in step with them as they left the area near the armored marine detail.
The Marines would eventually be led to the food which the Senator-Seraph had promised through the lifts and staircases in the towers of the visitor's center where they would be met by the present smells of freshly cooked food. The large banquet hall had a high arching roof colored with stain glass as an artificial skyline was projected on the other side of the glass. Below that was a thick rug on the floor which depicted various Elysian accomplishments and held on it a smooth S shaped table filled with exotic foods from their empire. They had even gone through the trouble to acquire some Nepleslian foods including two boxes of Anti-Matter-Os and a half dozen Neppies 2 pound stim burgers. Around the sides of the room were rounded tables with smooth, flowing chairs, a few of which were occupied by other visitors.
"Feel welcome to eat at our table,â€
The Marines would eventually be led to the food which the Senator-Seraph had promised through the lifts and staircases in the towers of the visitor's center where they would be met by the present smells of freshly cooked food. The large banquet hall had a high arching roof colored with stain glass as an artificial skyline was projected on the other side of the glass. Below that was a thick rug on the floor which depicted various Elysian accomplishments and held on it a smooth S shaped table filled with exotic foods from their empire. They had even gone through the trouble to acquire some Nepleslian foods including two boxes of Anti-Matter-Os and a half dozen Neppies 2 pound stim burgers. Around the sides of the room were rounded tables with smooth, flowing chairs, a few of which were occupied by other visitors.
"Feel welcome to eat at our table,â€
