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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.

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        • Post #194

        Soundbust11

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        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?"

          20 days later

          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.

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          9 days later

          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

              "We are indeed the attache. We've been sent from Cunicule itself in order to establish diplomatic relations." Heleka herself confirms, with the characteristic clicking noises which are spaced throughout the ADL's variant of the galactic standard language.

              This message is received by all of the envoy ships, everyone as confused as the next person as to where this transmission originated. No sensors placed aboard can detect any life anywhere nearby, which leads to the defensive armaments being quietly armed, prepared for potential pirates.

                Soundbust11 Unless there is something more you wish to say

                (Do it, say something sus)

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                  5 days later

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                    • Post #199

                    Soundbust11 "Your company would be lovely" she replies. "Having someone to guide me along so I do not get lost would be greatly appreciated. As well, I bet you have more knowledge of the area than I do"

                        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.

                            a month later

                            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//

                                Soundbust11

                                The sudden appearance of these Vaiaelon ships was startling to say the least, these hulking giants of ships compared to the Alsinan envoy fleet not firing a shot or sending off any communication whatsoever. These ships, shaped like nothing the Alsinans have ever seen, are painted in the colors of the VWP. Oddly bright colors for such stealthy ships. Seeing as their offer of peace and diplomacy was accepted, all of the Alsinan ships cut the power to their weapons. No reason to keep them online.

                                "Talk about a sudden appearance." Heleka says, calming herself as these giants match speed and escort the fleet. "They must have amazing stealth technology if our sensors were unable to detect them."

                                "Ma'am, we have the map. Set course?" a crew member asks.

                                "Follow the path they layed out for us. We don't want to do anything which could provoke an attack."

                                "Aye."

                                After saving the map to the ship-borne computer systems, the Alsinan envoy fleet makes a slight adjustment in course and begins moving at a somewhat slow pace to the hangar installation. Its shape is unusual and somewhat indescribable, and who knows what sort of standard procedures the VWP has for foreign relations. Many sailors aboard take personal photographs of these stations, a little bit of memorabilia to show back home. Only time can tell whether or not the VWP is friendly or not to the ADL, though the safety of their envoy is well ensured.

                                  15 days later

                                  Soundbust11
                                  From the bottom of the battlecruiser a shuttle detaches, streaking toward the assigned landing zone. Escorting it are two DWG-109 Debakes, painted in a white and purple pattern.

                                      Dokkisse
                                      The destroyers kept pace with the ADL fleet effortlessly, staying at a constant position relative to the lead ship even during turns. The ships themselves were a far detachment from the ADL's own blocky designs, resembling large triangle-based pyramids with their apexes pointed forwards, guns dotted about their otherwise mostly flat faces. The stations meanwhile were seemingly a bit large for their presumable functions, which regardless of reasoning made for some good photos.

                                      The designated hangar was more than large enough to take in the Alsinan vessel, and once the airlock sealed shut behind, a black-furred Vaiaelon in diplomatic attire entered and approached. He waited patiently outside the ship, idly inspecting its design in the meantime.

                                      ZendikaroftheWest
                                      As the contingent approaches the designated 30km hard border, a pair of XA-17 type Tarokas approach, visibly armed with large railgun pods on their forearms and shoulders.

                                      //Transmission Start//
                                      "As was stated, only one vessel may approach. We will take over escort duty from here. No harm will come to your diplomats as long as no fire is exchanged. Confirm."
                                      //Transmission End//

                                          Soundbust11

                                          It was a very soft landing, per say, when the ship containing the diplomat comes to a stop. Tension is heavy within the ship as the airlock repressurizes the air around the Alsinans, Heleka close to the primary exit. The Viaelon ships docked alongside the Alsinans, their massive size and unusual shape making much more sense when they are in their "home port." Everything of the Viaelons was angular on the exterior, it seemed.

                                          "Ma'am, are we ready to meet the Viaelon envoy?" a robotic voice calls out, part of the rudimentary on-board AI.

                                          "Yes. Make sure the air pressure outside isn't lethal first." Heleka answers, tense and on-edge.

                                          "Scanning...Air pressure outside of the ship is lessened to the norm. Not lethal if exposed to for extended periods of time. Respirator is suggested." the voice replies, with a mix of monotone and clicking which gives it an extremely uncanny presence.

                                          "I'll manage. Open the airlock."

                                          "Opening interior door..."

                                          As the interior airlock door slowly opens, alarms are heard across the ship, though no one bats an eye. As the diplomat steps into the airlock itself, the door closes behind her, alarms ceasing as she gets the first look of the Alsinans of these Viaelons. Very...different, compared to expectations. Though, good thing that these creatures weren't humanoid, gives them some automatic points, if it comes to that.

                                          The exterior airlock door opens, and Heleka steps out, the walkway being almost too thin to hold all of her legs.

                                          "Greetings. I am Heleka Va'turn, the diplomat of the Alsinan Defense League to your nation. We hope to establish amiable relations with this first mission."

                                            a month later

                                            Soundbust11
                                            As the message is sent, both the shuttle and one of the Debakes halt, whilst the other Debake continues.
                                            "This is our chosen vessel then."

                                                Dokkisse
                                                The diplomat seemed rather surprised by Heleka's appearance at first, ears perked up and lost for words. He soon found his voice and corrected his demeanour.

                                                K: "Ahem, greetings! My name is Kotaii. Forgive my intrusive gaze, I was expecting yet another humanoid envoy, though this is a pleasant surprise to be sure."

                                                He offered one of his forepaws out and softened his expression, smiling at the arachnid.

                                                "Shall we perhaps take this elsewhere? The hangar is not the most amiable of the venues we have on offer."

                                                ZendikaroftheWest

                                                A tense moment of silence follows, the Tarokas floating stationary around the formation, before the commline finally opens back up.

                                                //Transmission Start//
                                                "If you wish to assign a combat pilot as your diplomatic envoy then it is your right to do so. Follow the designated flight path described by the attached coordinates. Any significant deviations will be considered an act of hostility."
                                                [multiple coordinates attached]
                                                //Transmission End//

                                                Back aboard the station, the VWP's diplomat rubbed his talons over the bridge of his nose.
                                                "As if they weren't satisfied before, now they intend to cause a diplomatic disaster... Contact F13Y1, bring her in, she might get her chance at revenge."

                                                    Soundbust11
                                                    As the debake approaches, subtle differences are seen between in and the other fighter. The kill count markers are far more numerous, with the tally numbering over five hundred, including seven warships. The aircraft also has a different marking on the tail, with the emblem being held by an eagle.

                                                      8 days later

                                                      Soundbust11

                                                      "No need for apologies, Kotaii." The Alsinan diplomat replies, taking her opposite number's paw in her modified front leg, shaking it calmly and slowly. "A change in scenery would be much appreciated and respected. Of course, I have more to discuss with you than simple pleasantries. However, I'd much prefer for us to be in a more isolated area than this hangar."

                                                        10 days later

                                                        Dokkisse
                                                        The corners of the Vaiaelon's smile turned up a bit, and his tail raised off the ground slightly. It would seem he was pleased.

                                                        K: "Ah, so it's -that- kind of discussion you wish to have... very well. Should it be preferable, we have closed system and reinforced chambers designed specifically to be apart from prying eyes. Don't let my descriptions mislead you, I assure you they are exceedingly comfortable."

                                                        ZendikaroftheWest
                                                        The two Tarokas maintained a Qcomm link for communications amongst themselves. Untraceable, undetectable, but usually just used for idle chit-chat.

                                                        T1: "You seeing this livery? This guy's no joke..."
                                                        T2: "Please, you actually falling for that? There hasn't even been enough recent wars in the galaxy for a human to amass that in one of their lifetimes. Chances are he's just displaying wargame kills, little showoff."
                                                        T1: "Yeah, makes sense. ..... Coming up on station, cut internal comms."

                                                        Sure enough, the hodgepodge formation soon cruised into the hangar, armed guards entering and approaching the Debake once the airlock was sealed, one yelling up at the cockpit.

                                                        "Exit the craft and hand over any weaponry on your person, you have 2 minutes to comply!"

                                                            Soundbust11
                                                            The hatch slides back, and a Garmillas in flight gear emerges. After a moment he takes his helmet off, revealing a old, war hardened face.
                                                            "I carry no weapons, nor have I any need to. I fight in the skies, not on the ground. I am the Garmillas ambassador, and if I could meet your representative, we can resolve this... issue."
                                                            As he says this, they notice more things about the aircraft. First of all, it is much older then any other garmilas vessel, and has many hundreds, if not thousands of battle scars. Secondly, further details are noticed about the kill markers. Below each one is a date and campaign name, with some even going back several thousand years, and the newest being about 300 years ago.

                                                              Soundbust11

                                                              "Of course. Let us go, then. Do lead the way." she replies.

                                                              Following along her companion into one of these chambers, the diplomat waited for no time for the Viaelon to misinterpret her intentions.

                                                              "I'm not going to beat around the bush. Part of the reason we're here is to discuss some important matters involving your past or present allies. While we have no qualms with the UEG, our main concern in the galaxy is the Great Bostonian Empocracy."

                                                              She let the room stay silent for a short while, letting the words stay in the Viaelon's ears for a time.

                                                              "As I am not in complete unfamiliarity of your people, in the past, you have done much action to protect non-humanoid intelligent species. Meanwhile, my nation is currently within a massive economic boon from tourism, ship construction for the UEG, and our insanely lucrative economic structure, but there remains but one problem. Recently, we allowed the GBE into our nation to set up business and their own corporations. Naturally, they began to do so, and began to generate profit for us and themselves. Nothing wrong so far, simply a transaction and the market running its course. However, with the attempt to purchase massive portions of stock from our..."

                                                              Her voice faltered, well aware of the corruption and bribery and murders that take place in her Parliament, but, this nation didn't need to know that.

                                                              "...major defense companies. We fear that this is an attempt to try and leverage their will over us. As such, unknown to the rest of the sailors and other diplomats, I've come to ask for assistance in...potentially protecting my nation if the GBE attempts anything to overthrow the natively-established government."

                                                              Pride had to be swallowed if these negotiations were to go well.

                                                              "Of course this deal would not be one-sided. Should your nation ever need the service of my government in a military operation, economic activities, exploration, what have you, I'll be able to pull a few strings to make it happen. Of course this only goes as far as we can reasonably divert from our more public operations and operatings. What do you say to this?"