Nick Stenn arrived alone, seemingly wandering without a care in the world. Regardless of the topics of the summit, he was here for one reason only. Approaching the doorkeeper, he takes note of the size of the guest list. "Stenn, Nick. Here for the summit. Mind directing me to the most interesting group?"
Settling in to wait for the proceedings, he would observe the attendees carefully, taking advantage of the rare chance to watch the volatile situation caused by the wildly differing attendees.
Ivan responded to Junius with the same bow in return.
Normally Ivan would never imitate such an act, especially not to please religious figures. Ivan despises religious people, in his eyes they are worth less than the air they breathe, but something seemed off about this particular man.
Junius was giving Ivan an all too familiar vibe, this made Ivan's blood boil as his deja vu sense was screaming, yet how was this possible? He had never even heard of Junius before.
Ivan was eager to get to the bottom of this gut feeling.
The man resumed his formal military stature and introduced himself.
Ivan Norovich with Coalition Security. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Ivan did not try to hide the fact that he was perplexed as to how someone would even conceive to not carry any technology, let alone show up to the summit wearing nothing but black robes.
You are an interesting one.Ivan spoke in a calm, analyzing tone.
Since all we do is stand around like figurines, why don't we get to know each other a little more? Tell me about yourself and this Church you represent, "Brother Junius".
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Emiko had finished the hors d'oeuvres and had managed to get a main course of Mahi fish together. Her father would later tell her that it was every bit as good as what her mother used to make. With it staying warm in the oven, she slipped into one of her mother's old but still very beautiful full length Kimonos and greeted each delegate at the door. She would kindly smile as she curtsied and one of Doc's men would take weapons from those coming in. An x-ray would find even the hidden ones. "Doc's orders," he answered, "even he gave up his own."
Doc himself was in his best robes. It had been a very long time since he had worn them. He once vowed never to wear them again but he felt his re-calling to diplomacy. He also knew that he had his hands full as the representatives, for the most part, would be more into finger pointing, blaming or just seizing the opportunity for an assassination attempt on a high ranking official. Still, he hoped. It was really the only ammo that he had to work with besides a few videos and documents.
As his guests arrived, he greeted each of them and thanked them for taking the time to come. He also asked for patience, restraint and understanding on what would no doubt be a tense time. Basically, he asked that a peaceful resolve be given a chance. In Doc's mind, he had as much to gain as he had to lose. He could gain the peaceful solution that he wanted or he could end up with a full fledge war in Omega 49 and the Enterprise that he founded and spent so much time building would be in jeopardy. In his pocket he had notes for the speech he would give.
He enjoyed his reunion with Dankien Moebus. It had been some time and he was grateful.
"I am doing OK, Old friend," Doc replied. "Slowly but surely I am mentally healing. The extra provisions will help but let us wait to see if we need them."
It wasn't a preference but he spoke briefly but in depth with the Zoner reps. OSI administrated the system and VonCloud was a bit of a heavy hitter as well. He would need them and he knew it.
He made sure to give a proper address to the many other delegates as well and to show respect. Doc was a man of respect and saw it as a two way street. Duma Lexington was someone he had yet to meet and did his best to make him feel welcomed. The Corsairs and Coaltion were groups he knew well and did his best to keep up on leadership changes. He also gave a respectful greeting to Richard Davis and took a minute to chat with him.
"I appreciate you showing up, Sir," he stated. "Do understand that people will be upset not so much with you as they are with your government. You will be given a chance to give your position."
Still, so many new delegates that he hadn't seen before overwhelmed him a bit....and then he found Megeara.
"Long time since I last saw you," he said to her. "I do hope that you have been well."
He then made a general announcement to all. "I thank you all for arriving but would like take a little longer to allow any other guests to arrive." He motioned to a table, "my lovely daughter has prepared some hors d'oeuvres for all and I have a full bar with just about everything so please, relax a bit and enjoy."
With a brilliant flash of light, the War Vessel Decimari warped into Omeaga-49, before stabilising in orbit of Gran Caneria. Shortly after, a small shuttle departed from the ship, making a descent onto the Planet below. The Decimari then powered down it's engines, before entering guard mode.
Once the shuttle landed on the estate, a contingent of marines poured out. They lined up in formation on both sides of the exit, their rifles leaning back against the shoulders of their uniforms, before breaking out into a salute. Supreme Guildkeeper Nathan Archos descended from the craft, with Guildkeeper Nova Hawken in tow. The plates of their battle armour made a distinct clinking noise with each step forward. Large battle-rifles, perhaps of their own weight or greater, were strapped to their backs. Whilst the summit was of a peaceful nature, the concentration of scum and villany in one room encouraged The Core to take appropriate precautions in the event danger did arise.
As Nathan and Nova entered the conference, they could feel hostile glares re-directed towards them. Nathan smirked. "Ave. apologies for our lateness". He took a short bow.
Nova chimmed in "We wanted to make appropriate precautions to avoid any unecessary interventions in this summit. At least we were fashionably late" she grinned, before brushing her hair back with her hand.
Archos scanned the room one last time, getting a final glance at all the attendnees. If only he had brought a bomb, he thought to himself. What a shame.
"It's a horrible idea. The Tombstone Estate is basically marked as bombardement target by someone. Maybe the Commune, maybe the Order. Maybe Corsairs. Wouldn't be the first time they attacked the planet. You shouldn't go there. I can't do anything if it escalates," Ezrael sounded an hour before Paige arrived at the Tombstone Estate to join the summit. "There is literally no reason for you to be there. Whatever will be discussed there will be announced later afterwards publically."
But Paige had her mind made up already. Wearing a not unrevealing blue dress and matching high heels, she grabbed her handbag from the table in her office and then moved over to the athletic man with the long black hair. "It is the perfect opportunity to show some presence, Ez. And I can take a look at the people involved, and how they react. That might be an advantage for us."
"I don't like it. Horrible idea. Just be careful, alright?" he sounded, his hand caressing her cheek. She smiled up at him and pecked his cheek, then made a move to leave her office, to head for the elevator.
"I'm a professional, Ez. And I look cute."
He sighed as she entered the lift, himself remaining in her office for a few more minutes to check some numbers. A Hot Gear hovercab was waiting infront of the headquarters, just to bring her to the Tombstone Estate. Paige Hale left it and straigthened her dress as her heels almost punctured the floor. Taking a little pocket mirror out of her handbag, she took a look at her shoulder-length brunette hair and wondered whether it was better to take out the piercing at her lower lip. Deciding against it, she stuffed the pocket mirror back into her handbag and approached the building. Trying to avoid the guests, she was more interested in announcing her arrival at whatever personnel would be there to welcome her. There were a bunch of weird faces around, some not even human. If she was honest, she herself had a bad feeling about it. Some of those people might be able to recognize some parts of her body. When eyeing the guests, she suddenly was more concerned about the gear they brought with them.
A credit chip twirled in the air, creating a clear, metal like sound as the air sped through its borders, almost whistling in each turn. It fell on the hand of a David Chambers, retired. He kept twirling it in the air, while keeping an eye on the proceedings from a very long range with the aid of some nifty, very powerful toy, recording everything he was watching. If anything, that was the wrong kind of crowd for him in a long, long time. But he was good where he was. The vegetation was not only thick, but the toy's shield not only shielded him from whatever could poke him, but also hid him. Cloaking was becoming a thing, now portable. Finally, a woman arrived, on foot behind him and nodded to him. He just smirked, twirled the chit in the air towards the woman, that promptly caught it mid air. With a light bump of his foot, he removed the low part of a shrub, showing a case, the size of a coffin.
WIth a last silent nod, Chambers, the Copper Reaver started his long walk back to his hover pick-up, thinking if he would be able to catch a rainbow trout today.
The AI-Robot seemed so smile when it saw the x-ray. "Are you shure, that will work by this robot? But you can be shure; it has now weapons."
Later, the robot looked at Leonard, especially on his cybernetics. "Interesting cybernetics do you have. Will you tell me more About them?"
More than a small hello did the Robot not exchanged with Doc Holiday but is was just because of the time.
When the Core arrives the AI seemed to be not happy becouse of all the soldiers, but it wasn't acting against them. Maybe there would be some time to talk with their leader later.
"I have been well, how about yourself, Doc? Last time I saw you was... I was escorting you out of Delta to this planet. And here we are again. When I got your messenge, I postponed my operations elsewhere and put my associate in charge until I return. I must say you invited interesting people."
She walked away from Doc Holliday, towards the table.
Voncloud came into her field of vision again and she stared tauntingly at him. She picked up an apple when he wasn't looking and threw it into his direction, while aiming for his head. Not used to the armor yet, she missed him by an inch.
"Kallisti."
Voncloud sneered somewhat at Magaeras blatant disregard for his warning, though as she walked on past him he couldn't deny that a few years ago he likely would of been the same, his mercenary days it was easier to just be a quick handed gunslinger then a diplomat. His train of thought was interrupted however when Docs security removed the weapon anyway before letting her be admitted. Ideally Von wanted to just let out a full blown laugh but he had to settle for a discreet smirk. It was then he noticed Paul, his Successor in OSI, though before he had a moment to say anything he had already gone inside and announced with little subtlety that he, as always was thinking with his Stomach first.
Taking his turn to head inside he allowed Docs Security to check him over and X-ray him, nothing constituting a weapon could be found on him and such he was let inside where he was greeted by Doc taking his hand to give it one good singular shake "Doc, I believe this is the first time we have met in person, you have a very nice home, lets hope it stays that way with this menagerie of people"he chuckled before heading off to find somewhere a little out of the way from the crowd and find a good place to lean against where he could survey the crowd, he didn't envy Docs position, he had been in the same himself many times, the sheer weight of pressure on the mind and body was close to intolerable at times.
Whilst keeping his eyes on the crowd, not that anyone could see where his eyes were looking thanks to the glasses he wore he did note Magaera in his peripheral vision but his attention was on the more militant delegations, after all some of them represented factions who at one stage were bombing the planet, this did mean however he didn't see the approaching fruit based projectile until it was much closer and although he didn't need to, all he did was tilt his head enough to avoid it. his face remained blank but his eyes shifted to look at Magaera though his glasses wouldn't betray that fact. He was curious as to what her game was, although his initial thought was a grown up"How Mature..."
"I've been part of it for over sixty years my friend. We believe in an esoteric study of one's self. Our role and place in this world. We are peaceful and selfless by nature and our message is pan humanist."
Junius paused for a moment to collect his thoughts and recall old memories.
"Of all my students the Coalition men and women had been my most gifted. Not because they were smarter or more cunning but because they were not driven by greed and materialism; instead they already followed a higher set of morals, an obligation to their society and themselves. I can see it in you; Unlike others you came here equipped with a specific purpose and a goal."
Right after Junius finished his sentence the esteemed Doc Holliday called for people to go to the bar and have a snack before all attendees arrived. From what it appeared, the meeting was almost ready to begin.
"I have a prophecy to make my friend. We might come from different organizations but before this summit ends we will be on the same side."
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