"Sophie! Where are you? We need a couple more of these nice rockers for the veranda, but I don't know anything about these bloody shopping channels. Be a sport, and order some, will you."
*Order em yourself, Pops. I've been busy with bank clients all damn day. Have one now. Even had to call Dis in to handle the overload. Business is booming, no thanks to you, Mr. "CEO".*
Mal and Dis looked off the Veranda as the hovercraft conveyed Ambassador Gideon back the the waiting Gemenon Traveller; Mal trying to look nonchalant as he whissed joyfully over the railing.. Dis hovering at head height on her new anti-grav unit.
"What do you think, Dis?"
*Disappointed, Mal. I thought my huggy bear Aeon was actually coming aboard the Traveller, but all I got to see of him was a silly hologram!*
"I'm talking about Gideon, you randy tart!"
*Oh! Well, you can tell that the weight of recent events is hanging heavy on his shoulders. Although I did see him relax eventually. he liked the Thud out of those julips, Mal. And I think he absorbed everything that was said here tonight.. very thoughtful.*
"I do sympathize with the man, Dis. Those bloody Gaians went way too far in assassinating President Rosalyn. I definitely think we should pursue contacting that fourth party that was mentioned. They have the expertise needed to address the issue."
*And Aeon was as usual gruff on the outside, when he's actually cuddly on the inside. I thought they would both huff off at first. But you may have piqued his curiousity as well. You pull some wild ideas out of that Pineal of yours, Mal.*
"So, what remains, my friend Discordia?* Mal said, as he gazed at the spinning, talking, thinking orb before him.
*It all remains, Mal. It all remains. Until it changes.*
Please forgive my forwardness in placing our information publicly, but I don't have much time before I am unavailable.
On behalf of the People of the 12 colonies of Kobol I thank you for your candor, honesty and hospitality. The ground covered in our discourse has given my people much to think about.
In a feat of adroit political communication I have come by a series of conclusions that have been approved by the Quorum far sooner than expected and I will give them to you to review during my absence for the next week and a half.
1)Closing the narcotic floodgates off from the Gaians: If this can be accomplished then all of our interdiction efforts in Bretonia will not be necessary and can stop permanently. The details of this plan I leave to Mal who proposed it initially.
2)Common purpose in Sirius: While the commonalities between ELF and [CR] are apparent to us, we are not so sure about the SCRA. We are concerned at the size and disposition of the SCRA fleet and their apparent goal of overthrowing all of the house governments in Sirius. A very long war with the Cylons has tought us that the revolution that is espoused by the SCRA will weaken humanities last bastion of government at a time when it is already ripe to be destroyed by the Cylons and/or the Nomads. Therefor we cannot in good conscience enter into any Federation with the SCRA effectively giving them a larger foothold into the Core worlds-even if it may give us some temporary security.
3)The Free State of Fernando Poo and a new Colonial home world: Day by day more Colonials are being swayed by the passionate sermons of our long lost Erisian brethren-indeed, many of our own have left us on just such grounds. Many of us now doubt the wisdom of our open ended contract with Planetform Inc. Furthermore we believe in the cyclic nature of civilization: everything that is happening, will happen again. We realise an endless cycle of utopianism turning to tragedy which follows us even into Sirius. Eventually the time comes when we must face the sins of our past, and choose to follow a different path. Breaking our contract entails considerable penalties for us, but nothing worth doing is easy. We propose a deaper discourse in private with ELF leadership to investigate a new course of action to the benefit of both peoples. Mal, expect a private comm from me today or tommorow with more details.
Aeon, my respect for you has grown today. My military leaders tell me you are a worthy opponent and I can add to that your keen eye at the table. If the gods place our two peoples on opposite sides of the battlefield again, it won't be because of bad leadership.
Best regards.
-Traveler out
Mal to Traveler:
You did like the julips, after all.
I am in awe. I had not a dream that our casual chat would inspire so much. I am in awe of your Council. I asked for nothing more than for us to relax and exchange thoughts, yet I received a proposal from them which is inspired and innovative.
The All-Seeing Eye of the Father has seen what you have accomplished this day, Nicolos.
And He has given a wink and a hug to his Daughter, Eris Discordia.
There are other things I would propose as well, Ambassador, as natural extensions to the Council's, and the Peoples' wishes. Happy to exchange visits, if you wish, or just scribble napkins if you like.
and Mal to Grand Chancellor Aeon:
Sorry you missed the julips, and you were missed by Dis as well. I think she wanted to sit on your lap.
I echo the Ambassador's respect for you, Aeon. You are a formidable military leader, and politician. We may have a common heritage, but our present goals seem at some irreparable odds, I fear. Nicolos and I represent common people, Aeon. He, the Colonial remnant and its leaders who seek only a Home; I, the ever-growing Flock which seeks a new home here in the womb which spewed us all... Sirius.
But, Aeon, I perceive you only as the representative of an Army, a revolutionary army, not a people. an Army should exist to protect a people, my friend. And I have not heard the voice of a Coalition people. What do they say, Aeon? Do they have voice, and being, and hopes? Do all your people believe that returning to Sol will complete your lives? I hope we can all speak again, "Huggy",
Gentlemen, I have said more than I intended.
Sleep well
' Wrote:dont really know what to say... other than what mal proposed was a cool idea, and yea... but i realized the next day it wouldnt work either...
Dear Grand Chancellor Aeon,
It is good that we've realized our present limitations regarding the issues discussed that evening.
But I think we should all consider that the only thing constant in our beloved Sirius Sector is "Change".
Regardless of all our implied good intentions, current alliances would certainly be placed in jeopardy by the plan discussed. Until there is a change in those diplomatic connections, we are indeed stymied.
We'll stay in touch, Aeon.
Mal.
Message to: Grand Chancellor Aeon
Comm ID: Malaclypse
Flimsy to: Ambassador Gideon
Gentlemen,
Upon sniffing the air, it does appear that the winds of change are kicking up.
Many new scents in the air. Perhaps we need to get together again, to compare olfactory input.
"Hi there. Pilot of the LoganKell and YTC-2362. I'm looking at purchasing a section of land just down the road.
Got any problem with a private spaceport down the road? Only a couple of ships that have stealth mods would be using it usually."
"Hi there. Pilot of the LoganKell and YTC-2362. I'm looking at purchasing a section of land just down the road.
Got any problem with a private spaceport down the road? Only a couple of ships that have stealth mods would be using it usually."
It seems to be a pretty planet, Squire, especially if you like squalor and root vegetables.
I am of course only a property owner here, and really have no yea-say on the matter.
Do I mind? Not if you don't mind julips and the smell of ripening skunk from the Fields of Gold...
To: Master Waverly
COMM ID: Mypie
Transmision Origination: 'Nasrudin '
Hey, mind if I crash in the pool house for a couple hours? Gotta sleep off a MAjor Hangover! Who thought it would be funny to prepay for my tab at Ibiza? THAT'S what I would like to know. Only be in for a day or so, and hate to knock without calling. See ya soon.
Rather odd behavior for a missionary, lad, but then you minister for an odd Church. And my records show you have been given the secret handshake and the Symbol of Skidoo..
So the pool house is yours. Don't dally too long, though, or you may be engaged in helping to dig the actual pool.
Master Shamus!
I have been expecting your message.
The party who approached you about this "contract" is not presently at the Veranda. He has, however, asked me to extend an invitation to you. He asks that you join him for cocktails and "chin-chin" this weekend here one Canaria..
It appears I will also be joining you, as I missed the last soiree where this "contract" was first discussed. The had me bloody barred from my own Villa during the discussions, and I almost froze while cooling my heels out in the Boo patch. I suppose my invite is in recompense for this affront to my old bones. Hopefully, Shamus, we will both learn what this is all about.
You will require nothing, sir. We have ample accomodations and amenities here at Veranda Incognita.
Looking forward to our mutual de-mystification,
"Pops" Waverly
"Hi there. Just got that slice of land down the road.
Er, I don't suppose you have any spare thruster parts lying around do you? The Huggie seems to have a bit of a glitch."
"Hi there. Just got that slice of land down the road.
Er, I don't suppose you have any spare thruster parts lying around do you? The Huggie seems to have a bit of a glitch."
*I am sorry, sir. Pops is not here. His beacon however indicates that he and a guest have someone crossed paths with you, and are at present devouring your hot dogs.*
*Thruster parts: west shed, shelf four, left. Help yourself. Have a nice day.*
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