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ONI
Kotaii paused for a moment, tilting his head at the strange human girl's words.

"Yes, I... I suppose it would be, wouldn't it. I will admit my days of dabbling in matters like that are long, long gone, so I hadn't considered such. I hope it does not offend you."

A waitress walked over. She hesitated upon seeing a human at the table, but a hand signal from one of the bodyguards at Kotaii's 'car' calmed her down. The majority of the menu items were meat-based, though there were some salad-like options. Kotaii ordered what he later explained was a rough equivalent of a steak, and made it clear he could order in something else if nothing here suited her palate.

"Now, if you have no objections, to business. The Pact is interested in much closer cooperation with the UEG, particularly in military aspects, though by no means exclusively."

Soundbust11 ”No offence taken.” Linda says. She scours over the menu and when she finds something remotely interesting she shows the menu to Kotaii pointing to what she has decided on.

”More cooperation with a particular interest in military endeavours. My my mr fox. You have some big ideas!” Linda thinks to herself before she speaks. “I’m sure we can work something out with our two species and government cooperating on a grand scale. Now, regarding military, The UEG also wants to have much more close military relations. Mainly because of relations with the GBE and UoJ.” “Or you could make just me a deal” Linda thinks trying to stop her face from warming up.

(Horny for fox simulator)

ONI
The fox man smiled at her words, though winced ever so slightly at the mention of inter-species co-operation.

"The Council has some concerns regarding cultural clashes between general populaces. Hell, a lot of my job is just keeping the major population centers away from each others' throats within the Pact. Rushing in to widespread cultural connectivity could very well lead to unintended consequences. That said, there is a possible reach around solution that I would like you to consider."

"I've always been of the opinion that hitting two birds with one stone is good, but three is better. Our stealth and subterfuge technologies are almost second to none, as I'm sure you're aware, however we lack the critical element; insertion method. This is where the Pact feels we could gain a lot from each other."

He pulled a device from inside his coat, placing it on the table. A shimmering field appeared around them, all outside noises disappearing entirely, and he took on a less jesting tone.

"We are aware of the UEG's own surveillance organisation going by, or operating under, ONI. And please, don't try to feign ignorance, we do know. What I propose is a joint task force; VWP technology, ONI personnel. Such a force would quite obviously be one to be reckoned with, but the intended outcome is twofold. Any results said team outputs is publicised where possible. Security concerns aside, all the publics need to know is what was discovered, and that it couldn't have been done without the help of the other nation. Consider this a sort of test run to see how people react to increased co-operation when directly faced with its positives."

His expression softened "Of course I realise this is mainly a concern on my end, but it is a concern none the less. I will admit I feel a slight pride in the plan, I oversee the team responsible you see."

Soundbust11 hitting two birds with one stone is good

(You can’t say that, that’s a racist expression)

ONI
"Ah! It is a relief that you have no issues, my dear. Exactly what is disclosed doesn't matter too much, even the statement that important information was discovered co-operatively would suffice, I believe."
He clicked something on the device and tucked it back away, the sounds of local tranquil humdrum returning.
"We can discuss exact details at a later date, as I believe our food is ready."
As though on cue, the waitress returned, carrying two plates. She carefully set down both, taking extra care with Linda's order. Kotaii licked his lips, Linda catching a brief glimpse of his fangs, before he thanked the waitress.
"Ora filen ta!"
"Rentiko."
He turned his attention back to his guest as he began cutting up his meat.
"I must say Miss Linda, you have been very accommodating thus far. It's always relieving to be reminded not all of your kind are so brutish. Though I must ask, why did you personally take on this mission?"

(Three month necropost )

(This isn’t even sus it’s just straight up imposter)

Soundbust11

owo intensifies

Very unfortunately for Linda, like many other vulpine species, Vaiaelons possess a heightened sense of hearing when compared to humans. Kotaii's ear flicked slightly upon her muttered words, and his expression briefly shifted to one of mild confusion, wondering if he had misheard something. He relaxed a bit when she went on about interspecies cooperation once more.

K: "Well, ideally so indeed! You truly are too kind in your consideration of my people, and I do hope this will not be the last time we meet."

He went to take a sip of his drink, but as he did so he caught a rather specific scent and ended up coughing.
K: ahem "My apologies, just went down my windpipe is all, heh..."
He now regretted the exact wording of his previous statement.

"In the foreseeable future, I doubt it will be the last time we shall meet. " Linda says before finishing her meal. She did notice Kotaii choking on his drink. Maybe she was reading too far into things. She smooths her skirt and says "that was a wonderful meal. Now what else is planned for the night regarding diplomatic actions?"

Many things have been said in the ADL about the VWP. It's an unknown factor, one which could either work with or against the ADL. With amiable relations with the UEG, the Parliament thought it'd be a smart idea to establish relations on good footing with the other UoJ members, starting with the most unknown agent first.

They sent one Heleka Va'turn, while not the most charming person, is an excellent diplomat. The trip to VWP space was rudely delayed by the fueling back home being understaffed, thanks to the recent protests.

"Damn, how long is this trip going to take?" one of the supporting envoys asks.

"Sir, we're going to be en route for another few hours." a bridge crew responds.

"Make sure you forwarded the message to the VWP." Heleka says. "We wouldn't want to be intruding on their space and instantly sour relations."

"Aye, ma'am." the crewman says, shifting his gaze over to a nearby interface. There's a lot of incoming and outgoing messages from various ships, especially in the squadron. With several Y-Class Frigates and a sole Thunderstorm-Class Destroyer, all sending out repeated pulses informing any nearby installations that their mission is peaceful.

They arrive at an outpost of the VWP, where they request access to dock.

ONI
Kotaii got up from his seat, rather contented with the food. He tipped the grateful waitress, before walking back towards the vehicle that had brought them here, beckoning Linda to follow.

K: "Well, I believe I have stated that I believe precise details of our arrangements can be sorted by either the bean counters or subsequent meetings; think of tonight's talks as more of an agreement and a commitment, rather than something concrete. He chuckled Imagine how much easier our jobs would be were this all it took, but I digress."

He halted just next to the "car", turning to face Linda.
K: "Unless there is something more you wish to say to me, you're welcome to browse the various amenities afforded on this Orbital. In fact I believe that lake we were overlooking hosts day excursions, should you feel so inclined. Whether I accompany you or not is your choice."

Dokkisse
The system seemed almost lifeless at first, indistinguishable from the countless millions of sterile constellations littering the galaxy. Only on closer investigations would one note the large chunks of asteroid belts that were apparently missing, various pieces of equipment lying dormant within, as well as the notably large satellite orbiting the star, 5km along its longest axis.

A message relayed itself into the comms arrays of the ADL ships, apparently not having originated from the starbase, or anywhere for that matter. As far as could be discerned, the message had simply appeared in the OS.

//Transmission Start//
"Arriving vessels, please confirm that you are the attaché sent from the ADL. If you are not such, disclose your intentions and nationality. Failure to do so will be met with armed response."
//Transmission End//

Soundbust11 Unless there is something more you wish to say

(Do it, say something sus)

Soundbust11
Following the incident with the garmilas task force, it is decided to discover what these "Vaiaelons" are. A task force consisting of one Meltoria-class battlecruiser, two Kelkapia-class cruisers, and seven Kripteria-class destroyers. The force proceeds to the edge of Vaiaelon space, and stops, sending a transmission requesting a meeting.

Dokkisse
//Transmission Start//
"Message received in full. Attached to this message is a flight path leading to a hangar of the local installation. Any deviations outside of acceptable parameters will be seen as an act of hostility. We will escort you to monitor your progress. Welcome to the War Pact."
//Transmission End//

At first that second to last remark seemed questionable at best, who exactly would be doing the escorting? The Alsinan crewmembers didn't have to worry about that for long, as a pair of new ships appeared in their formation. Just a moment ago their sensors had assured them that there was nothing but empty space there. Now the gunners of the defensive systems found themselves staring back down the barrels of several laser cannons and missile launch turrets. The VSA destroyers didn't attack, instead making good on their promise to simply escort.

ZendikaroftheWest
//Transmission Start//
"Message received in full. Proceed to the following co-ordinates, and await further instructions."
//Transmission End//

The Gamilas vessels find themselves directed towards a veritable battlegroup. Two battleships sit stationary like diamonds in the sky, a quartet of escort carriers remain at the opposite edge of the system, a colossal dreadnought is visible hauling itself out of port, and just over a dozen cruisers patrol the space. The dreadnought measures a staggering 10km from end to end, the lesser ships being along the same scale in a receding fashion. However, all of this was mostly a show of force; these ships were dated models en route to be mothballed and running skeleton crews. The Gamilas of course had no way of knowing this as whole squadrons of Taroka circled their formation; the same infuriating fightercraft that had given their task force so much trouble with only a handful of units.

//Transmission Start//
"Send your diplomats to the designated hangar on the shipyard. Only one vessel may approach, the rest must keep a minimum 30 kilometer distance. Confirm."
//Transmission End//