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Post by Guilt on Jul 26, 2011 18:11:30 GMT -5
A single Luggun arrived in Olso.
"This is the Latia, please respond. Requesting permission to land."
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Post by General Jones on Jul 26, 2011 23:10:16 GMT -5
“This is the Oslo Air space controller you have clearance on runway 3” the air traffic controller said, weary of the Zeon craft.
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Post by Guilt on Jul 27, 2011 16:45:16 GMT -5
the Luggun pilot waited for the runway to light up before descending. this was a dangerous mission, why did he have to be here? Diplomat Aaron Wright stepped out of the luggun wearing the Zeon uniform. he carried a suit case which he placed on the ground and raised his hands showing he was unarmed.
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Post by General Jones on Jul 27, 2011 16:50:56 GMT -5
Four soldiers dressed in there best saluted the diplomat as one of them opened the door to there APC and let the diplomat in. One of them smiled at the diplomat as he looked at him “You know you’re in the ancestral homeland of General Jones right?” He finished with giggle. “He is just as unforgiving as the land is” He finished as his superior slapped him. “Sorry for that” he said firmly “the men are just patriotic and don’t take to “Spacenoids” kindly”. They sat in silence as the APC rolled thru the streets to the meeting house.
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Post by Guilt on Jul 27, 2011 16:57:53 GMT -5
"Understood." he grinned "After all" he said addressing the one who had spoken out of line. "Space is just as cold and unforgiving as Norway." he looked back at the superior. "with whom may I make negotiations?" surely it wasn't these apes that had been sent to him.
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Post by General Jones on Jul 27, 2011 17:09:47 GMT -5
The superior simple smiled as he stayed silent at the ambassador and kept his gaze upon him. –He seems like a monkey that old nasa organization would shoot into space anyway- he thought to himself as he looked at spacenoid. The APC rolled up to the parliament building in Oslo as the doors unhinged and the soldiers escorted the ambassador to the negoation chambers. “have a seat and he will be in shortly” as two of the soldiers left and two stayed to guard him.
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Post by Guilt on Jul 27, 2011 17:25:21 GMT -5
he walked to the table sitting down, and placing his locked suitcase on the table.
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Post by General Jones on Jul 27, 2011 17:36:23 GMT -5
A coldness unsettling aura seemed to overcome the room as the door on the opposite end opened up to an extremely well dressed figure stepping thru, his face covered by a skull mask. It was General Jones, the supreme commander of the federal force’s himself. He seemed to effortlessly glide over to the table and took a seat as he stared down the smaller ambassador. “What is it that your chancellor asks?” he said in his deep and monotone voice “and I would recommend you use discretion in your choice of words”.
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Post by Guilt on Jul 27, 2011 17:50:15 GMT -5
he unlocked his suitcase throwing a packet onto the table. "Take a look at these pictures. A Salamis Class cruiser, opening fire. no one was injured, but they were within colony space firing deadly weapons as a part of a 'training exercise.' Do you find it acceptable for us perform training exercises above Oslo?" he cleared his throat.
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Post by General Jones on Jul 27, 2011 18:13:03 GMT -5
“And that concerns me why? If I see it correctly they are on the line and in intercolony space were it is perfectly fine to hold military exercises” he finished bluntly. “Is there anything else you have on your mind ambassador because there are a few things on mine.”
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Post by Guilt on Jul 27, 2011 18:47:40 GMT -5
"Why does this concern you?! because we are on the brink of war! We have declared our independence and therefore if you do not observe it, there will be War! we have proof that you have a military presence INSIDE our capitals territory. We do not take this lightly."
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Post by General Jones on Jul 27, 2011 19:02:24 GMT -5
The general squinted as angry seethed thru his eyes “And WHAT…gave you the right to succeed?” he said in a better tone as he stood up and over the ambassador. “If a grave at the bottom the ocean is what you want spacenoid” he said as he leaned closely to him “Id be more than happy to tie cinder blocks to your feet and let you drift to davy Jones’s locker.”
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Post by Guilt on Jul 27, 2011 19:06:20 GMT -5
The ambassador stayed cool and collected.
"We DEMAND reparations if you wish to avoid this war. if you do not want to hear our demands than I shall leave now."
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Post by General Jones on Jul 27, 2011 19:16:02 GMT -5
“YOU” the general stated as he got up fully and stood before the ambassador with a very intimating posture. “You don’t get to make demands, YOU get to ASK and we will Listen and in our wisdom decide if we will grant you your “questions”. The general was noticeable angered by the ambassadors insolence, he asked him to choose his words carefully and apparently...he didn’t
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Post by Guilt on Jul 27, 2011 19:22:53 GMT -5
The diplomat flinched for a moment recoiling a bit. "We want $5,000 as reparations for firing weapons in our territory. We also have a treaty signed up to prevent the entrance of either of our nations into the others territory."
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