The Baffin Zoner Zummit on Gallia.

[AlphaWolf215]

Joseph takes back the weapons, bowing his head slightly before Skarsi runs off. As he beings strapping them back to him, the katana to his back, the two batons to his waist, and the pistol to his leg. He checks himself over quickly, confirming it's acceptably visible, before turning to the Guardians

Alright lads, you heard the man. Helmets off, eyes front.

They look at each other, a sigh escaping their lips

Shut it, both of you. I know the protocol says otherwise, and that you shouldn't, but I wrote the damned thing. I'm sure as hell able to tell you otherwise. Now, helmets off, drop them off on the desk, then stick with me. Heck, i'll buy ye a beer.

They both look at each other, nodding in agreement, and hitting the release switches on the sides of the helmet. The whirring can be heard as it deconstructs at the neck seal, allowing them to slip it straight off. One, a handsome young man, a well kept goatee, and scraggly hair that seemed to define his face. The other, a pretty young woman with auburn hair tied back in a ponytail. They placed their helmets on the desk, stepping back again to look at Joseph

Lieutenant... I didn't realise you was joining me...

She smiles slyly, winking at him

Yes, you would though, of course. Well, lets see if e can't make some friends before this starts. Diplomacy detail won't be your most exciting job, so lets loosen a little eh?

He looks around, scanning the faces in the room. He noticed Doc Holiday at the back, infamous now amongst many, within and outside-of the zoner communities. Joe decides to leave him to it, he may introduce himself later, thank him for his work and all, but not know. He appears busy.

Joseph continues scanning the room, locating Finn speaking to Skarsi. He makes a beeline towards him, stopping a few feet away within sight, just so Finn would notice. He sent the young man with him to fetch a couple glasses, and located a bottle of the finest whiskey he could locate in all of Sirius. He had been saving it, but catch up with old friends qualified right?

He leans against a support post, awaiting Finn to free himself up, watching fellow delegates run around like headless chickens, meeting with each other briefly before moving on.

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[Doc Holliday]

A glass held in both hands, Doc was leaning towards Matok when he began to shake his head.
"It'll take a lot to get me to play administrator again," answered Doc to Matok softly, "such as Mad John himself making it official." He then pointed to Skarsi, "Besides, he asked me to step down once." He then smirked, "With his mouth, they'll be forced to learn Gallic here in Baffin before long."

Excusing himself, Doc refilled his glass with a fine cognac. He was standing alone now somewhere between the wall and where the guests were coming in. He was studying people. Some he knew but others he didn't. Still others were people he hadn't seen in a very long time.

He also came to the conclusion that he was just another Zoner since he stepped down....or so it seemed. His work was largely forgotten. While in some ways he missed the work of diplomacy, there were other ways that he didn't. Many groups in Sirius had no desire to reconcile differences and he knew it. As with Sol before, governments became too powerful, to corrupt and too greedy, Bretonia and Gallia being his two favorite examples.

For now, he was biding his time. He just watched, knowing that he would at least get his two credits worth at some point.

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[Omicron]

Three Raven Talon class fighters approached Shasta. One of them belonged to Freeport 11 administrator's Douglas, arriving with his escorts to attend the meeting. While they were still at their internal, private channel one of them have commented. "Look at all this junk. Ripe target for Gallic bombers if you ask me" Pilot spoke, amazed at his fellow Zoner's ability to spend accumulated funds on vessels they are incapable to use for the most part as Douglas have considered. He remembered fall of Zoner Alliance, a great illusion of unity that broke first day someone decided to test their ideals.

"I have been angry at OSI and TAZ all equally for their abandoned Zoner Trade Consortium in their plight against Corsairs. I have learned to know better since then..." Administrator mentioned, switching his channel over to Shasta control. "John Douglas to TAZ base, we are requesting to dock." He said almost mechanically, not giving out any emotion.

"...Docking port 4"

Tower has directed them towards, which they happily took. "I hope I do not have a pleasure to land in middle of some Zoner festival of exchanging thoughts on thereof neutrality and such..." He reflected back on internal communications of FP11's wing. "Ready your sidearms. It is practical and yet it will not draw unnecesary attention to us." Advising his bodyguards. His mind was not cluttered by any threat distant Gallia may pose, long since he had made his mind to use occasion to formally establish a couple of allies for himself once negotations drop inconclusive as it always have been in the past.

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[Flinx]

Flinx cept clear of the louder groups of visitors and used the bowl of nuts he had got from the bar to quieten the minidrake while still watching the bystanders. He was content to watch them while he waited. After all, it was more of a tourists interest in the show that had got him to respond to the invitation than any political necessity. And he was happy to be politely ignored by most.

Curiously the hand full of Bodyguards and assorted men-at-arms did obviously watch him and Pip carefully. Most of them probably did not know if the snakelike flying reptile could be classified as harmless. Good instincts with those, he would watch them too.
Some seemed to expand their mistrust to Flinx himself, and he started wondering if his military training still hung around his throat like some kind of cloak, visible to those looking for the signs. He had never been a friend of sidearms and preferred a quick and skillful blade to the flash and hum of energy or projectile weapons.

Well, he was here as a bystander, to see history. Or at least so see the who is who.

Funny... why could he not relax ? Carefulls he calmed his emotions so that Pip did not react and remaind preoccupied with the snacks.

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[TAZ]pope residing at the Brunswick Shrine and Service Station. May HER blessing be upon you.

[Stoner_Steve]

Isaac felt his face begin to hurt from the constant smiling he was having to do. During a lull in introductions Isaac quickly caught the attention of Marie, "You gotta let me take a break at the bar boss, I mean come on." he gestured to the large crowed "Half these guys don't even fly in Gallic Space and the other half don't even know who the Frenchies are." as he hands dropped back down, "So what do you say boss, time enough for some drinks?"

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[Caconym]

Marie looked at the Advisor asking for a drinking pause at the bar.

...Very well. But please, be careful. Not everyone here likes OSI, as strange as it may sound. Be back at the very least 10 minutes before the summit begins, and you'd better not be drunk. Enjoy your drinks.

Having said that, she strolled off, followed by the bodyguards and the other Advisor, Mr. Tunicle.

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[Stoner_Steve]

Isaac watched Marie and Tunicle both walk off with the guards. He hesitated for a moment when he realized that he was only one of a handful of people their without a plethora of guards. "Screw it" he though as he pushed his way to the bar, "Only person here that's gonna kill me is Marie if I'm not back on time." as he reached the busy bar he handed over his credit-card to an overworked barkeep, "AFM buddy." he called over the loud bar. He turned keeping his back to the bar as he waited for his drink, becoming mildly amused by the various groups running around performing introductions. "Politics" he murmured softly under his breath.

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[n00bl3t]

Parkes and Demesa walked softly back into the main area.

Their re-emergence was noted by a few furtive glances.

Demesa recognised Marie Nemesis of OSI from recruitment posters. She was unguarded and ripe for the picking. Demesa's hand started moving instinctively towards the pistol at her back.

"Claire!" Parkes whispered sharply, "Let someone else do it. It's easier."

He continued walking past everyone towards the table he was at before. He didn't like OSI and their insistence that they were Zoners, but he didn't want to be responsible for violence or murder at this summit. He thought of the nutcase that used to be at Freeport 9 and chuckled to himself, "Should've invited him. He would've done it. No issues there."

The thought of Freeport 9's former Administrator Mike Rotch however soon passed from his mind as he sat down with Demesa. The Templar decided to stay standing, just far enough away to be out of earshot.

"Know much of this doctor?" Demesa asked Parkes earnestly.

"He's TAZ and he wants to see me. Maybe I met him in the past. I'm not too sure. My memory's not what it's been." He gave a cheeky smile and then sat back in his chair, lounging a little to relax before someone representing Mojo would get him and break his peace.

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It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.

[moebus]

Dankien Moebus arrives at the summit room just after Parkes and Demesa. He looks rapidly at the audience and thinks:

"As expected it seems I don't know anybody. It's still curious how admins and leaders get replaced so quickly... Well, I think it's my first official zoner meeting after the Omicroners disband. That's strange to be an unknown zoner again. This makes me completely free. Anyway, I am mostly here to listen to them and learn."

Dankien crosses the room and sits at a table on the side of the room, near an exit and with a wall behind his chair to have a great view on the gathering.

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[Canaria News Network]

While Warren coordinated his small crew on the preparations for their work, he was also paying attention to the people present there. Curious bunch. Some looked like respectable monks, others as crazy preachers; some as high end executives, others as smugglers and criminals. He still had no idea what to expect from this meeting...

He noticed when the pretty lady from OSI passed by. People wispered between themselves as she was crossing the hall. He also noticed two shady figures that he had not seen before, entering from a side corridor. They were also talking between themselves while the OSI director walked past them, followed by a employee and a couple security guards. Those two seemed a little more agitated than the other attendees.

"So many targets to keep an eye on!" - thought Warren. "But there is something weird going on, for sure..." At that moment, though, he had to take care of his CNN crew.

"Hey, we are not on a holiday trip, mind you! Is this thing set up already?"