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"I could do it all night, heretic. The sooner this charade ends the faster we can get on track concerning Gran Canaria. Your lot still stand among the living only because of the grace and hospitality of famous Doc Holliday. Not even The Order will risk ire of the master of this house as lives of more than your anti-humanist church are at stake."
Valkyrie was unrelenting in her accusation, casually pressing a switch. It already started boring her. It was simply too easy.
Megaera walked to Valkyrie, still angry after her outburst against Julius, and poked her side.
"Fanatical Order lady, they took my sword. Do you have something I can kill these heretics with? They say they are the holy church of Sirius and this is something the eternal lady does not appreciate. They should be purified."
She turned to the room again and raised her voice
"Look at all this madness here. I tried to be diplomatic about it but chaos set fate before we even entered this room. These Bretonians, sent here to die under the eyes of the eternal. Sent here by their own arrogant and foolish leaders, unarmed, into the heart of their destiny.
What exactly did you think would happen here? I know, because you always send the expandable pawns in first, but this Steiner was the worst choise you ever made. It ruined your chance of diplomacy before it even began. Now it is time for chaos to run its course. The dice have been cast, the cards are shuffled. Let us see who drowns first."
Megaera turned back to Valkyrie.
"I was wondering if this armor is NEMP proof."
Dankien tries to catch the attention of Doc Holliday and the rest of the audience.
"Well Doc, I am afraid the negotiation is reaching a dead end. Bretonia makes huge claims but offers nothing in counterpart. I think it is time for the zoners to discuss between themselves and make decisions"
Before new opponents arrived, Ronan took the opportunity to explain further to the Zoner that confused his messages of barring Corsair vessels,
"I apologise, I mean not what you have perceived, but rather that all war ships should be barred, Omega-49 should not become a new battleground. Perhaps it would be for the best and in fairness if the Stirling were to stay within 15 clicks of the Dublin entry point. If it is safety of the refugees they seek, then surely they can escort ferries back and forth? It is important that Bretonia, and all other parties, must respect the freedom that the Zoners strive for."
With the Order now loudly spouting out, the emissary immediately knew the summit was destined to fail.
If he could, Hector would roll his eyes as he continued to observe, listening carefully, logging anything they could detect, "I don't get paid enough for this."
After sitting and listening to the hostile rhetoric for the past, Ronan had subtly 'checked' for the time - calling for an extraction, when he was notified on his small arm mounted data device that his pick up was here, he spoke up calmly,
"With all due respect, this is not your newswire to spout about your dictatorship and accuse others in this charade, this is a place to discuss a middle ground for peace, not for you to divide and conquer through your childish demeanour of finger pointing with baseless grounds. But I can only predict further dissension from this hatred. "
Ronan approaches to give Doctor a card with some contact details, quietly talking to him before taking leave,
"I'm sorry that this has occurred Doctor, but this was inevitable with the participation of the Order, ones notorious for threatening to harm Zoners for not obeying their ways. Here, this is a contact card for our direct line, if war breaks out, we can help your people with supplies, intel, or even a bit of poking. Call and we will help where we can."
Taking a polite bow to the Doctor before walking away, Hector first went out silently to check if the area was safe,
"Thank you for your kind hospitality Doctor, and I wish you good luck on your course for peace. "
He turns to the others, announcing before he leaves,
"Good luck to you too Bretonians, Coalition, Core, Zoner, Gaian, Corsair and Oracle representatives. "
As they both entered their transport, they commented about the situation as they relaxed back,
"Careful now, you forgot to submit your daily prayers to the Omicron overlord, they'll come for you." he jested.
"Urgh... I did my part, I wanted to leave. I cannot understand why they let children there. Poor Doc. His house was beautiful though, wonderful scenery. I hope he'll be okay."
"I agree with auxesian delegate on this subject. I am yet to see anyone in this room to stay on topic of the meeting, except for Bretonians and Zoners. I won't comment on the lack of discretion on that matter, but most of you should have realised what they were signing for."
He standed up, heading towards the door, still holding a holopad in his right hand. A small red button was displayed on it and his big thumb was located near it.
"As for the subject of this discussion. First solution I have already proposed, the one, which is in my opinion, the most rational in this case. To construct a space colony. Either that, or you can come to an another solution by yourselves. In any case, Stirling has a more practical use on the front, if it's not serving as a refugee camp for the Queen herself. In that case you should have moved to Omega-3. Oh, and just in case if Omega-49 becomes Bretonian Sovereign space..."
He readjusted his cap before finishing his sentance.
"Let me put it easy for you. New London is not that far from here as you think. Nobody in this room wants this system to become a subject of interest for Gauls? Well, thing is - it might already be."
He overlooked the room again, and then looked right at the Doc himself.
"Wish I could say that it was a pleasure. I believe you can discuss all the delicate matters with our Premier, but I'm helpless here, you have to forgive me. Hope we get to meet eachother in a more positive circumstances, mister Holliday. Wish to you and your daughter to be well."
Before leaving the summit completely, he placed his left hand on Ivan's right shoulder.
"Will wait for you outside."
Removing his hand from Ivan's shoulder, he hastly walked away to the entrance of the Estate, humming Farewell of Slavianka. When he reached the entrance, he leaned on the same wall and pressed the ominous red button.
It wasn't a remote control for "Pripyat's" Devastator Torpedo Launcher, although Grachov wished it was in the moment when he pressed it. Instead, it was just a summoning control for a shuttle, but this time, he ordered the one that had two seats in it, in case if Ivan decided to follow him. It would have take some time for the shuttle to arrive at the estate, so Grachov was standing outside, wondering how many people would leave the summit after him.
Stepping up from the snacks table, Paul Mendes heads for the front of the room with a closed expression.
Alright enough is enough
Everyone seems to be missing the point here
Let's not forget what does Omega-49 represents to us all.
And more importantly let's not forget the neutrality of it.
As of this time, i'm sure everyone as confirmed what Ms. Valkyrie as said about the attack on the Stirling.
Such attack will void any possible future compromise, as such i suggest the military factions present here start thinking how to prevent it deflect it. And i mean all! Be it friend or foe, you all know this will do much more harm than good!
So lets work together and do something good for Omega-49 we all love.
I'm addressing you all, be it Corsairs, Zoners, Bretonians, Coallition, Order, Core, Auxesia, even you Duma Lexington, whatever faction you represent, if you really cherish Omega-49 you will do anything in your power to prevent such attack.
Nathan quickly manoeuvres his thumb and index finger into a pincer, and caught the grape projectile before it could get close to him. "Aren't you too old to be playing with food?" he says as he crushes the grape, and then tossed it into the bin several meters away. Seeing the Coalition back off, Nathan thought it'd be best to move on as well. "Apologies for our derailment" Nathan said politely but with the faint hint of sarcasm, almost shedding crocodile tears.
Nathan looked at the Inquisitor with disdain as she walked in. "Inquisitor! How unfortunate. Did Golanski strap a Nuclear warhead to you for this meeting? We're eagerly waiting for him to follow up his threat. Actually, knowing him he probably blew himself up when he tried. I'm surprised you're welcome here at all - it's no wonder the participants are reacting badly to you. Andtrust me, it's not just the stench.". Nathan sighs. "Now, what are you doing here again? Last I recall we obliterated your Battleship. I think it's best you return to your care home on Akabat and let the people that matter handle this summit - before you spew more threats you can't back up. Again".
"If this summit is to fail, it's because the people in charge are not acting on the obvious solution presented and even agreed upon by the parties in here. The Corsairs must go. If they were to retaliate against the Zoners for that, there are more than enough people ready to rise up and defend Omega-49. And, as others have said, conflict with the Corsairs may be inevitable if the Gallic onslaught continues and they turn their eyes here". He points down at the ground, to add emphasis.
Ivan rose from the seat and nodded to Doc Holliday.
On behalf of the Coalition, thank you for offering everybody the opportunity to say their piece in the matter.
You have an amazing daughter, and she should be proud to call you her father.
Be safe, Doc...and I wish you success.
As Ivan made his way to the exit, he walked past Junius and he whispered as he passed by, without stopping even for a second to look at the religious figure.
Let me know when you are finished here, there is much we need to discuss.
Then Ivan met Grachov who was waiting for the shuttle to arrive, as he approached Grachov, Ivan let out a deep sigh.
Leaving so soon? I was just starting to die of old age.
Duma rose his hand up and shook his head at Davis.
You are not going to frame us for the imposter flying ABF colours inside Bretonia, likely put into New London by SIS themselves. Should these be different times and Bretonia was nation of law - because, let us be honest, giving government any form of immunity from court justice is against democracy - we would be talking through Interspace lawyers. Not face to face like now.
I am sorry for proposing for you being held as hostage, but please, understand OUR position. A foreign warship lurks around the planetary colony. You behaved in the very same way Gallia behaves to us, even adding wound to the insult by stating that BAF will not remove Stirling, with summit or not.
Zoners are terribly distrustful towards BAF after such move in the same way you would not trust anyone from Gallic Royal Navy.
And that was all he wanted to say right now, suprisingly with less acid being thrown around. A small success to the other non-violent members.
Doc could only sigh. He knew the summit was over about as fast as it began. He was also getting angry to a point where his daughter approached him and placed her hands on his chest. "Your temper, Daddy. Whatever you do don't lose it. You're the only stable mind here." He gave her a quick hug and smile before finding Paul Mendes. While doing so, he thanked Ivan for attending and shook his hand for the compliment. "She is a splitting image of her mother, a woman I very much miss."
"Well, Mr. Mendes, I had to try. I mean to do nothing would mean acceptance. I have always recognized your organization as the administration here but let us think like Zoners here. This is our home, our world, our way of life. Bretonia refuses to leave and you have seen what that ship has caused. They only want to deal with the governor, something we do not have here, only your administration. I just know this. appeasement is a form of surrender and I am not willing to do that."
He held his finger up as if to say "wait a minute" to Mr. Davis while he finished with Paul Mendes. "What do you think, Mr. Mendes?"
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