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Post by Killer Zoids on Jun 10, 2007 23:41:11 GMT -5
After receiving word from the Miokalians on Notiona's condition, the decision was made to have her not return to the area. The president and his cabinet also were reluctant to send another wolf in her place, in fact, any canine for that matter. The call went out to the residence of Geneec Seventyfix and Rincon Pacen. Rincon was the only available delegate of sufficient experience and matching the need for a non canine. He was called at his mountain home in the north country, personally by president Arabarath Gorh.
"Rincon? Hello! This is Arabarath." "Mr. President, to what do I owe the pleasure?" asked Rincon inquisitively. "Rincon, I'd hate to skip the pleasantries, but I need a favor...."
The fox president went on, telling the 'saur everything he knew about the situation with Notiona in the USSL, their needs for monetary influx, and what the Kazian government was prepared to do for them.
The fox was able to sway Rincon from Geneec and their child's sides for a few days in the USSL. He also remarked he would be meeting up with Andertol once again.
Rincon informed Geneec that he had to leave the country for a while, Geneec naturally supporting the decision.
Rincon arrived at the airport a few hours later. He boarded a private commuter jet, painted with the colors of the Kazian Flag. He called Andertol from in flight.
"Andertol? Is that you? ... Pacen, Rincon Pacen.. mhmm, Killer Zoids... yep. I'm on my way to the U.S.S.L... They've decided Notiona should not continue there. ... Yeah, no, I hope so.. Well she's in good hands. I was wondering, what are your plans? We've got to discuss things..."
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Post by miokalia on Jun 11, 2007 2:40:12 GMT -5
Andertol received a call on the satphone, from Pacen, "This is a familiar voice... are you the guy from television's Do Appraseur? You're the guy who rips people's front doors off and tells them that they've won a home make-over are you?
Oh..
It's just you Pacen.
You are misinterpreting my tone of voice, I'm not disappointed, I'm simply revealing my mood prior to picking up the phone.
Well then. I guess I'll see you whenever you get here."
Andertol then addressed Lupinus, "For the record I do NOT accuse you or your people for making Notiona ill. It was a risk and it just happened to happen this time. Similar to how smallpox was a minor thing in Europe, but then when ppl from elsewhere were exposed to it, they were weaker against it or something. I do apologize if you are under the impression otherwise."
The cat finally introduced herself, "I am Pei Ling Yahesikya of the Planetary Society of Miokalia...
That is the Official Foreign Aid Office of the country, all foreign aid given out by Miokalia is administered by the Planetary Society."
Andertol bit his tongue and simply tapped his fingers in sequence across the briefcase."
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Post by Santus D Lupinus on Jul 25, 2007 15:29:57 GMT -5
Sitting on the couch in the quarters for the delegation of Mikokalia, the Great Lupinus sat in deep contemplative thought, his tail swishing back and forth. He had not expected that Notiona was going to be leaving so soon. The sadness showed on his face, but only fleetingly. Trying to be polite as possible, the Great one shook the feline's paw, the only trace of hatred his tail, hidden under the couch, bristling, and his teeth bared lightly hidden by his gums. Regaining composure, the Great one asked casually of Andertol "What exactly is . . .you're. . . rope. . .? At any rate, I'm glad you don't hold us responsible, even if I feel personally responsible for what happened. I seem to recall from an ancient text that the lupine nation once had a great disease strike it, one which was only solved by some mysterious force. . . Sense then the Lupine nation hasn't had to deal with any form of disease. . . But I digress. . . Although I will miss Notiona, I graciously accept you all as the new delegates." The Great one put it in the back of his mind to bring up mobile devices at the next meeting of the sciences, and tried to find a breaking point to begin talks in the back of his mind while attempting to build on idle conversation. Remembering the texts he had read of emissaries long ago, the Great one watched the eyes of the newcomers for information, watched their body language to find points of conversation. He murred to himself quietly and contentedly. The first round wasn't going the way he had planned anyway. . . The new delegates were more odd than the last, and even they were hard to accept. . . Nonetheless, he had to try . . . for the nation's future.
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Meanwhile, back at the ranch (a literary term which is used to switch between scenes, heretowith to mean a scene transition between the Great and the worthy Lupines.), the worthy one was working on delegations with the impressive naval nation. He tried to focus on the negotiations, but his reserves of concentration weren't quite as good as those of his brother. His tail drooped and his eyes ached, his head was pounding, but he kept trying; his speech finally slurring: "Dear Leck. . . The key is wooooooooood! It always been about wood, hasn' tit'? (shaking his head vigorously) We have resourceses, and we wants to be able to use them by us. . . our. . .selfs. . . We need (said with conviction) factories. . . as for those. . . em . . . ef. . . es. . . bandy things. . . Sure. . . Let me see those contracts, will you? Besides, that whole space thing's a bit above our heads. . . (getting a headache) no rails, no trains. . . Just plan- facty- facto- fact'ries. . . (falls over asleep on the debating table and is immediately drug off by one of his aids and slapped a few times in a corner and given a rather painfull-looking suppositories, then runs back) Right. . . Just those factory things. . . Although we have been getting this odd ringing in our hearing as of late. You might try to. . . (Thinking of a groundbreaking idea) Hmmm. . . nevermind. No deals on those bands just now. . . But what do you need in resources?"
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Post by miokalia on Jul 25, 2007 22:18:59 GMT -5
"This is the deal: Our senate wants to toss you guys onto the blacklist with China. The whole slavery thing, no matter how justified, really grinds the moral obligatory apparatuses of the CA and the legislatures and they don't want to have anything to do with it. However, there is something I can do and that is see if your nation meets certain other criteria which can be used to leverage something in that senate.", said Andertol.
Pei Ling said, "There is a lot more to advancement than technological aquisitions. Things which are important and necessary for those aquisitions to be utilized to the end of further progress.
What concerns the MPS is that your rapid progress sans visible social change will bring about some particularly violent power struggles in your nation. Power struggles that would normally be violent perhaps... but now even moreso because more powerful weapons at hand."
"There are some things we would be willing to supply you people with which I'm sure you can appreciate which will maybe work to both those ends.
There is a program MPS is considering endorsement of, it involves the distribution of highly durable, multi-power-source notebook computers equipped with long-range wireless devices and software which allows connectivity to be repeated by each unit. That is: personal computers for the people. If there is anything which fosters sociological advancement, cultural development as well as technical development, it is readily availible and accessible personal computers and the internet.", said Andertol somewhat kindly, which added more impact to his more stern condition, "BUT... That is only if you agree to this agreement which will be the only way we could constitutionally lend you any kind of aide. I beleive you will not find the agreement to be that outrageous.
BUT first, I would like to know some things about your domestic policy and civil rights. I'm not talking about the obvious matter with the slavery, I want to know about the policy having to do with your citizens."
Even though Andertol was changing the subject, the smell of salt coming off his glands indicated to Pei Ling that the slavery still bothered him. He was trying to find something in this place which his conscience would allow him feel good about.
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Post by Kingdoms of Cal on Jul 28, 2007 18:17:21 GMT -5
Leck smiles, mostly because it was clear that the worthy one was very drunk earlier. He was quite glad that the calie didn't administer drugs that way.
He says "Resources, minerals, wood and cheap labor. That is what we lack back home. In exchange we might let you into phase five, and our tech to a degree.
We can give you what you want, you might thin we are not advanced,,,,,,but we are far more advanced than you would think." he smiles.
The worthy one looks a little confused.
"Well we have a plan, but I shouldn't talk of it, I am tad drunk. Shall we meet for lunch tomorrow, perhaps, on my ship, if you can find it?" Barron Leck enquirers with a smile.
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