Christian turned to took Max's hand and smiled “Nice to see you here, Max Cosmatopolis” he was glad to finally met face to face a Velvet representative, a new Zoner organization for him, he was curious to hear their story of appearance on the map of Sirius.
As other men appeared in the room and greeted them, again before unknown to him. Christian had been in a good mood and slightly smiled, he was glad to see more Zoner faces coming, very different by their goals, yet with the same ideals as what had been brought them there. As Jerard Voncloud introduced himself and held out his shake, Christian took his hand in a smile and said “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Christian Burton, leader of Phoenix family”
Christian heard a familiar voice, as a new person appeared in the room. He said “It's good to see you, Jill Xi. I’m grateful for your and MFE medical assistance, while my people were busy with Colony construction works.”
He greeted back Genesus Research Group representative “I’m pleased to meet you, Martin Lawrence”, an unknown organization to him, just like many things as Phoenix found their path back into Sirius. And he politely continued “my name is Christian Burton, I am the leader of Phoenix family, probably you heard of us.”
As another man appeared in the room, Christian thought started to recall where he saw people wearing like that. He had a tiny reminiscence of his childhood on Erie. He greeted back with the same and said “Sun Koken, nice to meet you. Ma name is Christian Burton, I represent Phoenix”
Christian poured some water, he was a bit thirsty, as he did a single stop at Ogashawa on the way to Corfu, he hadn’t time for a rest. Finally he sat down in a chair and pleasant tiredness consumed him. He was relaxed and respectfully listened to the representatives and awaiting more to come.
meanwhile in baffin a pope , hard workin on drinks and smokes was in a deep meditation about a new name for himself. that one he used since his beginning in the discordian movement become boring now, as he noticed a flickering light in his inbox. while he stands up he was touched by her and knows. waldemar, waldemar vorderkeerke that will be his name from now on. he loped to his desk and take a look. the conference in theta has begun. he grabbed some drinks, smokes and lecture for the journey and entered his garage at brunswick shrine.
hm, the beginning will be just the usual hello and do you remember tralala, but what ship to take? the decision was fast, to a conference with a conference. he jumped into the pope on dope, started the engines and set curse to theta.
Paul stood at his office on the top of Nichols Trade Center, his eyes fixed on Corfu.
From here he could see the movement around Corfu.
Looks like almost everyone as arrived, time to get moving. Paul said to himself
It was a fast trip from Nichols to Corfu, so no rush was necessary.
Descending into the bay areas, Paul found is Conference ready to depart, it was a long time since he last used his ship.
Arriving at Corfu, the docking procedures were fast and smooth as expected, soon Paul was walking down the corridors towards the conference room.
Entering the conference room Greetings, how you all doing on this fine day? said Paul on his usual jovial manner
Walking towards Doc and extending is hand Heya there neighbor, thank you for holding this meeting, I'm sure this will be much more productive than the last one, at least we won't have any usurper present.
A Fearless class destroyer, broadcasting Discordian identifiers, appeared at a safe distance from Corfu. A dropship detached from the ship and moved to Corfu, taking an open slot in the nearest public docking bay.
When the ramp hatch lowered, a towering and bulky man with a thick grey beard and clad in the robes of a Discordian Pope walked out accompanied by a large crimson wolf. After he inquired of station crew the correct way to the conference location, he made his way there.
When he entered the room, Skarsi first spotted Doc and went to greet him. "Kallisti, Doc. It has been a long time. I hope Eris has been treating you and that the Chao has been spinning positively on your endeavors." Skarsi then moved to introduce himself to the other participants present. "Discord be upon you all. Skarsi Wyrdmake, Grand Flaxian Inquisitor of Cabbages of the Discordian Disorder. A pleasure to meet those unmet and to re-meet those met in the distant past."
He pulled a flask out of his robes, had a swig then returned it to it's place. "My fellow Pope Hagbard should be arriving soon to attend as well, as long as he has not spun his chao in order while communing at least."
The trip had been a short one, Bob "Bulldog" Bobberson the third, esquire, had departed from Livadia shipyard on one of Velvets newly constructed Q-ships.
The paint of the decorative flames along the side of the vessel, as well as the paint of the giant bulldog head (the dog, not the man) on the front of the ship, had barely dried.
Dispite its...interesting appearance, the ship was expertly piloted to moor with the station. A testiment to the pilot (which was definitely not Bob) and the make of the ship.
With the ramp lowered a large burly man with a big grin and crazy eyes practically jumped off the ramp and walked straight past the welcoming commitee.
His escorts, veterans in the art of 'surviving Bob' knew better than to try and correct the man on his sense of direction and simply waited by the men that had come to greet them.
Several minutes passed before Bob showed up again, seemingly walking by them once more, though this time he stopped at the last moment and raised his hand.
A small sock puppet, bearing the resemblance of a red haired woman with some amateurishly applied makeup stared into the eyes of the man next to Bob. "Hey there hun! I don't susppose you know where the conference room is?" a somewhat poor imitation of a feminine voice could be heard, Bobs mouth very clearly moving.
After receiving directions Bob let out loud laugh, followed by several dog 'howls' before tossing a dog biscuit at the man, shouting: Good on ya mate! Time ta do some diplomatin'! Harhar!"
Once he entered the room Bob walked up to his seat, leaned back and practically smashed his army boots on top of the table as he rested his legs before saying: Nice ta meat ya all! We ready ta get started or wha'?"
after a long journey and some bar stops here and there, waldemar jumped into theta and a docked at corfu. his long steps headed him in no time to the conference room and with arms wide open he steps in.
Kallisti, i am waldemar from now on
he nods to doc and takes a seat at the side of pope wyrdmake
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He allowed time for delegates to arrive. He mingled with everyone and they all spoke off line to each other as well as the later guests arrived. For now, Doc stayed away from the Scotch. When Wldemar of the TAZ arrived, Doc figured it was time to get things started. He topped off his seltzer and took his place behind the podium to get things started.
"Greetings to you all," he stated, "And thank you for coming. It has been a very long time since we all got together to discuss current events and propose solutions to problems. I figured with so many of us in one area that this was a good time."
He sipped his seltzer, putting the glass down afterward to lay out some of what was on his mind.
"Much has changed. So many of us now find ourselves here in Omicron Theta as Gran Canaria was taken from us." He did well to not show his dislike about it. "It is a touchy subject for us all but I think that is why we find ourselves together. Being under Bretonian rule is to say the least very unappealing.
We now have Pygar. It is not Gran Canaria but with Zoner ingenuity, it could be. OSI moved its operations to Theta for that reason as did Med Force Enterprises. Velvet has a hand in it as well."
He again sipped his seltzer to keep his palate wet.
"I also think that Pygar gives us some concerns when you factor in the presence of house military ships that claim to be passing through or investigating Nomads. We have seen what happens in the past when house authorities get involved. Planet Erie and Gran Canaria are two good examples. I would even dare say that of a Corsair presence as they were hired to secure Omega 49 upon its first discovery only to raise the ire of Bretonian entities. We have the Corsairs as neighbors as we do the Order, the Core and even the Hessians here in the Omicrons and nearby Omegas. For now, things are quiet with our neighbors but that quiet never lasts."
He then motioned toward the TAZ delegation. "While some are not actively living out here, they are visitors and have their own problems and neighbors. Still, they are people who could be of help."
He turned his attention back toward the group as a whole. "Their are even matters involving other groups who are not neighbors and we must deal with in passing. The Gallic Enclave comes to mind and while close but not as close, the Outcasts. I will only say of the Enclave that keeping a medical team on Planet Gaia has kept us at least in a neutral light as I know they like taxing Zoners in the Taus which has also had a heavier presence from Kusari."
"So I will stop here and let others speak on these matters and other things I have overlooked." With that, Doc stepped back to let the Conference officially begin.
Christian listened regardfully what Doc said. His memories swallowed him as he heard Erie about his birthplace and childhood in Greentown. His parents once told the story when the Liberty government took the planet under protectorate, although not much changed for a Zoner settlement on the planet's side.
As Doc finished, Christian wanted to ask fellow Zoners the way how Gran Canaria was took over “Friends, as you know my people back from deep parts of unknown space, forgive my ignorace, as I want to hear the truth not from colony news but fellow Zoners.” he took a sip of the water took a look on people and continued “I’ll start from the far, as I suppose we’ve got enough of time to listen each other. So I was born on the Erie and to be honest not much has changed as Liberty took the system with so doubtful protectorate. Yeah, Zoners there are more limited in their action as before, but on the planetside most of the settlements remained independent.” as he continued his speech it seemed that this topic was worrying him much, but at last it made him wake up after a long journey “Can you tell me, how it happened with Canaria? Anyone tried to stop the Bretonian crown? Ofcourse, I understand Zoner communities are not present enough of firepower or just were able to resist even weaken house, but Corsairs or Coalition wasn’t able to remain the status quo on the Gran Canaria? What happened with Zoner settlements, planet was annexed as whole or settlements remained independent?”
Max furrows their brow looking over to Christian with a sigh "Tha' whole thing, well, ah'm not much of a expert on it but you have thuh expert on wha' went down at Gran Canaria right 'ere" she nods over to Doc Holiday "Ah'm syhaw he can tell ya, all bout it. Wasn't a good tahme. " Max says, it's a big understatement which can been seen on their face .
Voncloud readjusts his glasses before addressing the question posed by Christian "I believe I can answer that question" he announces as he sighs upon recollection.
"To cut a very long story short, Bretonia's war with Gallia was reaching its conclusion, the Gallic fleet was in New London, on the planet's doorstep. The Bretonian's decided to send a battle group into Omega 49 under the guise of being there as part of a diplomatic envoy" He looks over to Doc and to Paul, both of whom were present for the next part of the story "Soon after a diplomatic conference was called, hosted by Doc at his Estate, representatives from all those involved with Gran Canaria were invited.." He motions to Paul "Paul was there as CEO of OSI, i attended as the planets Security had been my responsibility"
He takes a breath for a moment. "We also had representatives from the Corsairs the Coalition and of course Bretonia's ambassador" his tone turns to that of spite "But it was nothing but a ruse, during those talks despite better options being suggested the Bretonians found any excuse to break away from the talks with the opinion that they had no choice but to annex the planet"
Voncloud stops a moment, his face twisted as his fists clenched tight "I called for them to return to the table of diplomacy, but it fell on deaf ears...their invasion started"
He sighs in defeat. "At first I attempted to mobilize a physical resistance, originally to try to be a show of force, led by my Carrier the Kaldra. Though eventually we did come to blows with the Battlegroup.. But we were out numbered and out gunned. Eventually, we admitted defeat, and instead i, along with those who had joined my make shift fleet turned the focus onto supporting the exodus of those Zoners from Gran Canaria"
With a quick thumb of his nose and another readjustment of his glasses he finished "That little fleet became the Black Kites, and together with those who fled Canaria we started to colonize Pygar"
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