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Lagrange 1

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Fri Apr 06, 2007 1:48 am

OOC: I hope no one minds if I assume my old Sinful character in his rightful position.

General Sin was sitting in a black leather chair behind his desk in his office. Above him was dome skylight that was opened to reveal the artificial night being produced on the L01 Colony. It may have been fake, but it was emulated beautifully. The moon was full today, and the laser digitization of the moon was precise enough to mimic the true locations of craters and rock formation. The white moonlight gleamed brightly and illuminated the office with an eerie white glow. His elbows were propped up on the table with his fingers crossed in front of his mouth in deep thought. Major General James Marshal, head of the War department, was sitting on a black leather couch to the side of the office smoking a cigar. His suit was pressed tightly against his large muscles, he was an unusual fit - short, but still very muscular. Despite his dumb looks, a genius military tactician whose skills and ruthless nature have far outweighed his shortcomings. Brigadier General Walter Prescott, head of the Supply and Resources department, sat on the opposite end of the room from Marshal. He was tall and skinny with a pale skin tone, he looked almost like a ghost. He sat in a wooden chair with his upper half covered in darkness. His hands were shaking ever so slightly in his lap. He was very timid and often left out of many of the darker situations, but he handled the economy well. His responsibility and mastery over controlling the economy is unrivaled and has contributed to the economic success of the colonies. It was his advice that helped boost the Colonies efficiency from the peace treaty with Seraphina. And finally the fourth General in the room was Lieutenant General Carter Chamberlin, head of the Military Intelligence department, and by far the most mysterious of all the true officials of the Space Imperial Nations. Although most people knew him as one of the most controversial government officials, no one could prosecute him. He simply doesn't exist in any official record, no birth certificate, no reported income, no known relatives, not even a drivers license. He was a cover-up done in the public eye. Even though he was the lowest ranking General, he was the voice of the Stratocratic government while General Sin was out. Chamberlin stood with his back turned to General Sin, pouring himself a glass of white wine to match the moon light.

Even though General Sin controlled the colonies under a Stratocracy, he was a lenient ruler and allowed most of the colonies to govern themselves on local issues. The colonists didn't mind due to the economic boom and the time of peace, and so support for the rebel groups had diminished. Just as Earth credited Seraphina for bringing peace, the colonists credited General Sin for bringing economic prosperity. However, the growing tension between the Colonies and Earth has spurred some subtle turmoil once again.

Prescott was the first to speak. He spoke with a shaky feeble voice.

"The... There are reports of attacks... Again. M-m-maybe we should talk to S-s-Ser..."
Prescott was cut off by Marshal's burly voice.
"Ah, forget 'er. So far the attacks have only helped get rid of some old garbage anyway. We have those rebel groups running around in circles chasing their own tails and they don't even know it. Now is a perfect time to strike, we have Serpents that can hit them hard and be out of there in no time. We can land the fleet and begin attacking before they even realize we're on Earth. No more of these pathetic under-radar skirmishes. I say we declare war and hit first before they do! Hit 'em hard, right in the gut. The Lake Victoria Base, that'll send the message."
Prescott: "B-but we'll risk becoming unstable again. Just because we have the resources now doesn't mean we should spend them all on war. We need to build a 6th C-c-colony to handle the growing populace."
Marshal: "The war will resolve our population problem, we need a few suicide missions anyway to soften 'em up. Hell, we still have some of those heaps of junk sittin' in L02 from three years ago. Put some of the lower performing recruits in 'em and send them somewhere pointless and bam, we take out the trash AND have less mouths to feed all in one night."
Chamberlin turned around and took a sip from his wine glass. The other two generals always fell silent when he made a move, a kind of respect he had earned due to his history which only very few people knew, and his genius gave him the right to speak with authority.
"If we're the ones to declare war first, we'll risk losing our good graces with the people. We still need time to mobilize to prepare for an internal conflict should a rebellion begin. We don't declare war until we can handle a problem on all fronts. Since the peace treaty, our factories have to be reconverted back for military use. We'll gain favor if they make a serious attack first. We'll bait them, we need a sacrifice."
General Sin's interest was caught with Chamberlin's suggestion. He lowered his hands to rest on the desk in front of him as he looked at Chamberlin.
"I've already rooted out most of the useless officials. Who do you have in mind?"
Chamberlin: "Us."
Prescott shrunk into his chair in fear. Marshal rose to his feet in protest.
Marshal: "You're insane! Maybe that green shit running through your veins finally got to your head."
Chamberlin dug his right hand across his hip for the hilt of a straight sword sheathed across his hip - a sign of prestige more than for combat - and swung the blade out of its sheathe across Marshal's collar. The blade cut cleanly through the fabric and nipped across the epidermal layer of skin on Marshal's neck.
Chamberlin: "Don't ever even so much as think that I'm insane. I'll kill you in a heart beat."
Sin: "Stop acting like babies and keep your cool. Obviously he didn't mean us, he meant "us.""
Marshal recoiled back into the black leather couch holding his neck and sucking in on the cigar trying to calm himself. Chamberlin flicked the single drop of blood at the tip of his blade towards Marshal, then sheathed it again along his left hip.
Chamberlin: "We'll get doubles and announce a visit to Earth. We'll put a few escort mobile suits to make it seem authentic and send them down on the premise of peace talks. If they survive, the landing, we'll turn them back around under the premise of an emergency. If they don't, we have ourselves a war - And they'll never expect it so quickly from a nation whose top leaders had just been assassinated."
General Sin thought for a moment as he looked down at his desk. His desk had a shiny black top that mirrored the view from the large dome skylight above. He stared at the moon being reflected from his desk as he pondered. It illuminated his face in the white hue, revealing a strikingly young looking man considering his age. He then looked up towards Chamberlin with a smile and nodded.
"I'll announce it tomorrow. Make the preparations."
The three generals raised to their feet and simultaneously saluted - Even Prescott pulled his nerve together as if he was relieved to finally leave. They turned around and exited the office in a synchronized march.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Sun Apr 08, 2007 5:04 pm

The next day after the meeting with his other generals, a camera crew had arrived in General Sin's office to publicize the "peace talks." The Colonial Broadcast Network (CBN) was one of two news groups allowed to broadcast both in Space and on Earth. The other news group was located on Earth to maintain balance of interplanetary media power. The other three Generals entered into the room just as the crew was finishing up the lighting and focusing the cameras. The duplicates wouldn't be seen till they arrived on Earth, and with todays technology it wasn't difficult to mimic a digital overlay to fine tune the features of each General's face that makeup could not. The three Generals sat to to General Sin's right in order of height, Prescott furthest down and Marshal closest.

Sin made himself comfortable in his leather chair and stared towards the camera. A man put up cue cards for him to read off of, but he quickly waved him away. His publicist and writers were good for handling PR on the Colonies, but to convince Earth, he would need to think like an Earthling. His experiences on Earth prior to his coming of power here in the Colonies had given him the extra edge he needed to stay on par with Earth's leaders.

The supervisor of the camera crew began a count down with his fingers. 3... 2... 1... And rolling.

""This is an address to all leaders and citizens, be they on Earth or in Space, who care about maintaining peace like we have had for the last three years. For those who may not know, I am General Sin, sole leader of the entirety of the Space Imperial Nations, and these three beside me are my advisers, General Marshal of the War Department, General Chamberlin of the Military Intelligence Department, and General Prescott of the Supply and Resources department. It has come to our attention that attacks have been made by both sides, and both sides claim that these are actions by rebel groups. In the interest of maintaining peace and quashing these rebel groups who threaten to destroy our cherished way of life, my three Generals here and I will be visiting Earth in person to discuss these matters and ensure that peace can be maintained between our two cultures. We hope that this bridge of trust will warrant signs that Earth still has interest in peace rather than degrade back into the primitive barbarism of war. We will enter Earth's atmosphere by this time tomorrow with a non-hostile escort of 12 mobile suits and an on board patrol guard of 12 Space Imperial Guard units. We expect that Earth will provide adequate protection during our stay. May peace reign over us again."
Sin gave a nod towards the camera crew signaling an authorization for print. Within minutes it was on air over CBN. Once the camera crew had left, he turned to his Generals sitting beside him.
"Send the doubles off in exactly one hour with the escort."
The three Generals nodded and rose to their feet. They came at attention and saluted before walking out of the office in sync.

An hour later, a transport shuttle clearly marked with the SIN emblems deployed out of the L01 colony carrying on board four doubles bugged with audio-visual transmission devices and 12 guards. Four older Taurus suits, Four Space Leos equipped with extra verniers for Earth's atmosphere and bazookas, and four signature Serpent suits that always followed any political leader escorted the shuttle to Earth's atmosphere.

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Back on the L01 Colony, General Sin's fist had barely hit the table when the audio/visual feed was suddenly engulfed in static and chaos. He could hear the distinct popping of automatic weapons fire, and surprisingly, none of it was coming from his own men. He saw the Black Ops soldiers around the double of General Chamberlin fall, and soon the General fell as well. It was one thing to be capable of killing a Black Ops soldier, even if they were entry level, but entirely another thing to kill nine of them. But it was a convenience nonetheless, as he needed to have them all die to ensure that this situation could never be salvaged.

All became clear when he saw another Black Ops member through the visual feed. It was his favored General of all, the General of the Black Ops division and leader of the L04 Colony himself.

General Sin: "Ah... He caught on quick. Well, he's never let me down."
His eyes suddenly narrowed as he realized he must act quickly and take advantage of the mobile suits he has on the ground. He wanted them to die too, but inflicting the most amount of damage he could before they did would be even better. He suddenly stood to his feet and quickly pointed toward the Chief Intelligence Officer.
General Sin: "Get me the CBN, I need to get a statement on the air NOW!"
Within 15 minutes of the assassination of the final General, a simple anonymous audio clip was being broadcasted from the Colonies across all populated space and Earth, and repeated in 5 minute intermissions for the length of 1 hour. The broadcast was as follows:
"People of Earth, your military leaders have betrayed your will for peace. At 12:01 PM in Washington D.C, General Sin, General Marshal, General Prescott, General Chamberlin, and their escort of 12 bodyguards were assassinated while leaving their ship headed to the diplomacy meeting for peace between Earth and the Colonies. This attack was made by a clear military mobile weapons force and even worse yet, a force led by a Gundam. The fact that a Gundam even exists on Earth shows a clear violation of the peace treaty made three years ago. Even more sickening than this betrayal is that no aid has been offered by Earth to resolve this perilous situation or to defend our representatives. This lack of care for peace only shows how prevalent the barbaric nature of Earthlings has become. It is evident that Earth chooses war, and the Colonies will respond with the eradication of all of Earth's populace to make room for a more civilized man. But fear not, your memory will not be lost in this cleansing. You can take solace in knowing that you have fostered the birth of a new generation of man superior to your own. Farewell Earthlings."
General Sin went under the cloak of anonymity when releasing this audio clip, deciding that he should keep Earth believing he was dead for a bit longer. He immediately proceeded to send new orders down to the mobile suits on the ground for the eradication of the Washington D.C. base. He could only hope that his General codenamed Iko would manage to survive the onslaught of his pilots.

Back on Earth...
The Serpent suits engaging the Heavy Arms mobile suit began pursuit, but quickly came to a halt. Despite the advanced technology incorporated in the Serpent suits, they still could not match the max speed at which the Heavy Arms could fly. Of the original 12 mobile suits, one Leo was lost leaving a remaining force of 11 mobile suits on the ground. The Serpents returned and created a circular formation while they searched for signs of the Generals or Black Ops soldiers. After a few minutes of searching, the CBN broadcast finally came through to reveal the fates of the generals and the Black Ops body guards. Just as the broadcast was finishing, orders came through directly from the L01 Colony Military Intelligence Branch (the defaulted organization of power when all administrative leaders have been incapacitated) to raze the military base to the ground and find a method back home. As Black Ops pilots, it wasn't uncommon for them to receive general and difficult orders - it was their job to fulfill the most demanding of tasks.

The pilots knew that the Hanger would be their most probably source for a method back to the Colonies, so they avoided targeting the hanger for now. The four Taurus suits began targeting Barracks locations with their laser weaponry to cut the possible numbers of resistance forces should their be any. The three Leo suits targeted the air control tower with their bazookas. Two fired shells at the base to destabilize it while the third launched a shell into the station to kill most of the officers inside and knock the tower off balance. Their goal was to eliminate as many communication sources as possible to avoid help from outside sources. And finally the Serpents targeted their missile systems at the armories to destroy enemy weapons and ignite explosives for added damage. Each Serpent targeted one armory, and soon followed a barrage of missiles from the various missile pods. Within seconds, the military base began lighting up with explosions from the newly reassigned attack force.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Wed May 09, 2007 2:50 am

A meeting was held for the press on the L01 Colony inside of General Sin's command headquarters. It was a tall office building that looked like an obsidian spire. All the windows were tainted black and the peak was adorned with a tall pole that carried the Space Imperial Nations' (SIN) flag. The meeting took place in the main lobby area where a number of chairs were set up in front of a large stage that was draped in a black cloth. In the center stood a cylindrical, silver, metal podium with the SIN insignia painted onto the front. When the press arrived, a spokesman for the Colonies stepped out onto the stage and stood behind the podium and stared out among the crowd as he waited for the hush to silence the voices. CBN got front row and center for this event, and the spokesman stared directly into their camera. When the room fell silent, Imperial Chief of Staff Richard Bolt began to speak.
Richard Bolt: "My name is Richard Bolt, I am representing the government council in absence of the four Generals. The council will remain anonymous in these times for safety of their lives. I am merely a voice. There will be time for questions afterwards, so please hold your thoughts till then. With that said, let us begin.

Yesterday, a great tragedy fell upon not only the Colonies, but all of humanity. It was announced that Earth forces failed to defend a peaceful envoy for peace, and is allegedly responsible for the premeditated assassination of High General Sin, Major General James Marshal, Brigadier General Walter Prescott, Lieutenant Carter Chamberlin, as well as the 12 Space Imperial Guard soldiers that escorted them. This morning, we received word that in addition to these fallen, an additional mobile suit pilot was slaughtered in the attack trying to defend our leaders from certain death. We estimate the assaulting force to have been roughly 30-40 units large in addition to the Gundam that accompanied it. Our forces, although severely outnumbered and ambushed, fought valiantly against the earth forces and their Gundam and dealt heavy casualties. One of the surviving pilots described the fiery scene as "Hell on Earth." Our satellite scans of the base confirm based off of the amount of destruction that took place that a massive battle took place. I warn you in advance, these images are graphic."

A projector to the left of the speaker flickered on. Onto the pale white background of a screen, images of the battle scene were shown. The jet that carried the Generals to the base was still clearly visible as a giant fireball. The crowd was aghast in horror with the next few slides. The top-down view gave an impressively distressing view of three of the generals laying on the ground burnt to a crisp beyond recognition along with the four soldiers. The jet fuel kept the flame burning long enough to scorch their entire bodies. The only thing that identified the generals were the decorative metal pieces along the shoulders, left breast, their pistols, and around General Sin's cloak. Another picture showed the fallen Leo mobile suit with a splatter of blood painted over the cockpit area. Several more pictures went by show the destruction of a Serpent mobile suit and another Leo as well as red fragmented remains of the Heavy Arms Gundam. Then the pictures cut back to a zoomed in overhead picture of the barracks where the Black Ops soldiers had run into. A river of blood was flowing from all the slaughter house, and sticking out of the rubble was the arm of a Black Ops soldier. The spokesman resumed speaking.

"With their valor and expert skills in combat, they managed to drive the assaulting force including the gundam away... But not without the heaviest of prices. All that we can ask now is that Earth have the minimal decency to return the bodies of our fallen without delay so that they can be given a proper funeral. I can only hope that there exists at least one decent soul on Earth willing to grant us that small privilege, since they wish to take away our privilege of peace. We have heard Earth's answer to peace, now it is our turn to respond.

That brings us to the issue of the one hour long anonymous broadcast declaring war on Earth. I must utterly deny the government's involvement in that action. We are currently investigating the sources responsible for that broadcast and we deny sharing the same sentiments as those of our rebel broadcaster. Any declaration of war must go through the council, and at that time, war had not been decided by the council. However, as the official representative of the Council that now governs the Space Imperial Nations I have been granted authority by these powers to make the official, true declaration of war against Earth. We do not expect Earth to honor any of our boundaries of war due to their rashness, and so we are forced to accept ahead of time that Earth will commit heinous crimes that violate the standard rules of war. To save ourselves the shock and grief, we enlist this declaration of war as the Colony's first doctrine for unrestricted war.

It is to our great dismay that I must also inform you that the Asteroid Colonies have decided to side with Earth against the Colonies. Since this decision was made as a result of a false declaration of war, we restrain our right to jointly declare war on the Asteroid Colonies in hopes that they will be persuaded to join our side in this great time of anguish after seeing the truth.

I'll answer your questions now. Yes, you there in the front row."

Reporter:"Jane Watson from Colonial Broadcast Network. Is it true that there were also ground forces that attacked the Generals?"
Bolt: Richard smiled a moment as he stared at Jane. She smiled back with a small blush to her cheeks. "Yes, there are indications that there were also ground forces, however we cannot confirm this as fact yet since the area is too devastated. The spacing between the Generals indicates that some managed to escape the initial explosion from the plane. We noticed that General Chamberlin had managed to avoid the initial explosion along with 8 of the forward soldiers, but their bodies were later discovered in photos of a wrecked barracks building. Zooming in on the photo I had shown you all earlier with the limb of a soldier sticking out of the rubble, we found bullet holes. A bullet from a mobile suit would have torn the whole arm off, but this was much smaller. It came from a human firearm. Since we are at a state of war and cannot examine the area until we occupy the area, we can only speculate about this, but the evidence is strong that a ground force was also involved. We will know for sure if Earth complies with our request to send the bodies back. Thank you, good question. Next question please. Yes you with the glasses."
Reporter: "Don Donahue from Late Night Circuit News. Isn't it true that the broadcast came directly from the Military Intelligence Agency of L01?"
Bolt: "It is true that we are investigation a possible internal spy or leak that caused the unofficial declaration of war. However, at this time I can neither confirm nor deny an internal suspect as fact. Next please. Yes, you there in the third row."
Reporter: "Melonie Mayor from CCBN. Are rumors true about General Sin actually still being alive here on the colonies?"
Bolt: "Those allegations are entirely false. It is illegal to impersonate General Sin, and if anyone is seen doing so it must be reported immediately. I suspect by now that there are plenty of look-a-likes trying to play him and these hooligan-like antics are intolerable behavior against the dead. Next question. You with the blue tie."
Reporter: "Rocky Smith from Colonial Industry Magazine. Are there plans to make Gundams again to counter the Gundam threat on Earth? And what about Gundam pilots?"
Bolt: "We have not come to a decision yet on whether making more Gundams will be necessary. We suspect that our pilots are trained far better than any Earth pilot considering that 12 of our pilots managed to fend off 30-40 mobile suits. Some estimates range as high as a 100 attack mobile suits, and that's not even including the Gundam. Most would be proud to have taken on a Gundam with a force of only 12 mobile suits. However, to be on the safe side, we are training and actively recruiting certain gifted pilots through a Gundam piloting school. If you want to be a Gundam pilot, please visit one of the recruiting agencies to be tested for acceptance into the program. Due to the extreme demand required by this course, we are limiting the acceptance rates to only five individuals who manage to meet the requirements. Next question please. Yes, you in the fur coat."
Reporter: "The exquisite Marietta from Star Gossip Magazine. Is it true that the Generals actually went down to Earth to meet their mistresses instead of for the peace treaty?"
Bolt: "Those allegations are entirely false and are without base. None of the four Generals were married and their personal lives are not up for questioning. Next question, in the red over there in the corner."
Reporter: "Rob Gates from Super Nova Magazine. What was Carter Chamberlin's involvement in the Class 9 BioMod-Human project on section 42 in L05? What as the project been renamed to? Were humans used as test subjects? Did he use --"
Bolt: "Those allegations were proven entirely false three years ago. There is no BioMod-Human Project and there never was. There isn't even a Class 9 clearance level and Section 42 is merely a bio-hazard storage facility for byproducts of our fusion reactors before they get launched into the sun. The BioMod-Human Conspiracy was debunked under the standards and supervision of the High Judicial Magistrate three years ago. All the supposed witnesses to any atrocity coincidentally have or are spending time in insane asylums for numerous psychological disorders. These are all accusations made by highly imaginative individuals looking for publicity. Next question please, and lets stay on topic. We're at war, not on trial for ridiculous schemes. Over there in the black."
Reporter: "Mary Lane from the Daily Sun. Isn't going to war so quickly without exhausting further diplomatic channels over-extending the government's authority?"
Bolt: "How many more leaders would you have die? How many before you realize that it is impossible to reason with the unreasonable? General Sin went down there as an ambassador to peace, and this is the result. Do you want to go down there and be slaughtered too? All diplomatic channels have been exhausted. Earth is responsible for assassinating four of the most powerful people in the universe. This government functions as a Stratocracy, and as such, General Sin has the final say in any decision. However, in his absence, the power has been handed down to the currently unnamed Council which comprises of some of the greatest minds in the universe, I can assure you that. If we do not prepare ourselves now, we will never be able to defend ourselves against the inevitable invasion force that will come to claim the Colonies.

That's all for today. Please submit any further inquiries to the Military Intelligence Agency. Thank you."


And with those final words, Richard Bolt left the stage and headed behind the curtains to the roar of the crowd asking questions.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Wed May 09, 2007 3:17 am

OOC: For those who have read this post in the last hour or so, I suggest reading the addition I made to the very beginning of the Q and A section with the CBN reporter Jane Watson. It was an important part I accidentally left out.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Tue May 15, 2007 6:56 pm

The Arrival

OOC: This is an ship that traveled in about a week from a near earth asteroid to the L-1 colony


Day 3


William was nervous. He was pacing, and he could not see any way out of war. “Since the Colonies are sending down mobile suits, its only a matter of time before a Gundam is called, and we have another War of AC195. This time, there will be no mercy, since This “Sinâ€

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The Diplomatic Cruiser Razor was traveling through the vastness of space, and its engine had finally pushed it towards L-1. The ship’s crew had been training for this sort of mission, and hopefully their efforts could prevent the little skirmishes from going into full out inter-colony war. William and Gaea were both experienced diplomats, but they did not know about the Situation, besides the report of Sin’s Death. They were prepared to deal with the worst, as they stood on the ship’s bridge, as their communication officer sent a message to the Colony’s ruling council.

[i]“Attention Ruling council, this is Ryand Giuliani, communications officer for the diplomatic transport Razor. I am requesting an audience with your diplomatic team on behalf of the Asteroid Federation. We mean no harm, and would wish to request to sit down, and discuss these recent events inside the Earth Sphere.â€

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There were several minutes of silence after the initial hail by Ryand Giuliani while the request traveled up the chain of command and proper verification of the shuttle took place. Roughly 6 minutes passed before Captain Jean Picard gave the response.
Picard: "This is Captain Jean Picard on Bridge A1 aboard the L01 Colony. You are granted clearance for landing in Bay A1. Please follow the lights and let the autopilot sequence we're beaming to you now handle the rest. Needless to say, any weapons should be powered down upon beginning the entry sequence. We will be watching. End transmission."
There were many bay doors labeled in various symbols and lettering, and some that weren't even labeled at all. Only one had a digital runway made of white, red, yellow, and blue lights currently active for guidance. Giant Bay doors painted in red with "A1" on their faces opened up revealing a brightly lit bay that was filled like a parking lot with various types of shuttles - transports, commercial, some licensed private, and even a few classified government shuttles. The digital run way led directly to a pathway in the middle of the bay to a landing "zone" where transport shuttles would come to a stop deep within to unload their cargo or their passengers. While the doors were opened, everything was locked down and empty of human life save for those on the bridge monitoring the bay. A squad of 12 soldiers were waiting behind sealed doors at the end of the bay, waiting for the hanger doors to close and for gravity to be restored. These soldiers were the escort group.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Wed May 16, 2007 4:02 pm

The communication’s officer heard the signal, and chuckled slightly at the name, as he looked at the file. Ryand would send the file to the Astrogation officer. The man, an older looking male of Hispanic decent would input the program into the ship’s control panel, and let the vessel fly peacefully towards the massive O’Neil object’s landing center, marked by the flashing pattern of lights. If anyone was viewing the massive vessel, with its small pulses of thrust pushing it towards the landing point. The crew then started to walk towards the smaller shuttle, which would then fly towards the Station itself, as the main ship would be too large to land in the bay proper. The smaller shuttle flew deftly through the station, landing in its proper spot. As William and Gaea both looked onwards, holding hands as the shuttle landed.

[i]“Well Williamâ€

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OOC: Sorry for the delay.
Once the doors to the bay had closed and the atmosphere was restored, the group of 12 SIG soldiers passed through the doors. They kept their weapons lowered to prevent a hostile appearance as they approached the shuttle. One of the 12 soldiers stepped forward to address the unloading passengers.
"I am Sergeant Baker and my squad has been assigned the task of ensuring your safety during your stay here. We will guide you to the assembly room, this way."
The guards made a rectangular formation around the guests and started marching toward the door. They led them down a grid of wide silver-metallic hallways. Each control room had a large briefing room for mobile suit pilots attached nearby, and that is exactly where the guests were led. Two guards opened the large metallic double doors revealing a simple rectangular room with one rectangular oak table in the center fitted with chairs around the perimeter. Benches lined the walls - it seemed unremarkable. That is, except for a large black curtain draped at full length that separated the room in half, including the table. All 12 soldiers remained outside, but ushered the guests into the room and pointed to the seats.
Sgt. Baker: "The High Council is on the other side of the curtain. We will remain outside while you handle the proceedings. We have orders to accommodate you for the duration of your stay at the Grand Sin Hotel if necessary. Knock when you're finished."
Baker then closed and locked the large double doors behind the guests.

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The diplomats, surprised at how the proceedings were formally arranged versus the feeling of origination a slight contrast to the impromptu arrangement of the Asteroid Senatorial hall walked towards the table, William and Gaea both took their positions at the near center of the table, as their fellow diplomats took their seats. William was the first of the Asteroid Union to speak.
"Respected dignitaries of the High council, I am Sir William Noland of the Asteroid 4 Vesta. I was born on the Earth, but I moved to my new home when I was 5. The Earth has been my birth home, and I feel that your attack statement is harsh and unfounded. The Death of General Sin is a horrible tragedy and should not be forgotten. I feel that the obliteration of the Earth is not the best option. We should use martial law and possibly heavy sanctions, but not destroy our Homeworld!"

William finished his short plea, as his consort and fellow Diplomat Gaea gazed upon the curtain, and addressed the council

"I am Gaea Euthalia of the Trader Union. I have come from a long line of space explorers and innovators who have left our mother planet. As the current diplomat from the Trader Union, I feel that our Mother world is necessary for the human of today. We need our cradle world, earth, to remind us to now make more Lagrange Colonies, to grow out of the Earth. If we destroy her, we will forget why we came out to your glorious domain of space. Please high Council, do not destroy the Earth. Let the Trader Union and your Council work on a peacekeeping force on the planet to stop attacks from happing, my enforcing the Treaties against the Mobile Suits, with forcer if need be. Just let the Earth and her people live. Not all of them are responsible for the attack on the Great and Illustrious General Sin."

Gaea would then sit back down, waiting the council's response.

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Re: Lagrange 1

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There was a brief silence before the High Council responded. It was unclear how many of them there were since they all used a voice transformer that matched to a particular wavelength uncommon to any of them. They didn't even try to hide the fact that it was an artificial and gave it a virtually no emotional algorithms, simply a nearly monotone robotic voice. The one unusual thing about it was that it sounded like multiple voices were speaking simultaneously, saying the exact same words - whether or not that this was manipulated by the voice modulator or not would have to remain unknown. It was obvious they did not share the same respect in formalities as they did.
High Council: "We are at a state of war, we have tried peace negotiations and have made our highest sacrifices. It is time that Earth learns the true meaning of revenge. But you misinterpret us, we don't want to destroy Earth, simply the major powers responsible for causing us our grief. Naturally in war, collateral damage must be expected and cannot be avoided. It is simply another consequence of Earth's stupidity. We will not sacrifice any further representatives to Earth's barbarism. The only reason we have not executed you is because we thought you would be more reasonable than Earth, however if you will be supplying your resources to Earth rather than your brethren in space, we will be forced to take them from you. Earth has already broken their side of the deal by leaving a Gundam on Earth, the very tool and essence of war. We will not stand by as you provide them with the resources to make more."

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Re: Lagrange 1

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William and Euthalia looked quite shocked at the Council's coldness, not expecting them to resemble such ..machines.. Euthiala stood up, and responded to the Council, her demeanor suddenly changing from her normal emotive self, to a more appropriate colder voice. "And I would assume you still have Gundams, as well High Council. As the logical arbitraters of Control over the Earth, Your points are valid. We will promise a treaty of mutual alliance with the Space Colonies, as well as forbidding our traders to ship to the Earth, without your consent. On the Gundam issue," Euthiala took a slight pause, as she continued with her exposition "Now we as well had thought that all the Gundams were destroyed, and as such, this is still a massive shock to us as well. We will simply help you, by having our protype "Mobile Suits" inspect the planet for any factories that could be converted for..mass production.. of these weapons.. We did not plan on supplying the Earth Forces with resources, just a diplomat's voice up here.Now that we understand your feelings," Euthiala contiuned, "We will have our networks, which were meant to find long range traffic to our homes, find the presence of these "Gundams" that you want to find. As you know, the Gundanium that is needed to repair the suits is in Us Spacers control." "However, we have a theory that these current Mobile Suits are older models that were hidden by terrorist groups, in order to plan this style of attack. We will have a military transport arrive, to assist our fellow spacer brethren. We just have one simple request." William would finish this speech, by simply saying "We would like to try to keep damage to the Earth at a minimum. That is our only request to you, councilors."William's voice suddenly turned grave "We will not break our end of our promise, and we will bring peace to the earth," He would it his fist on the table "With the fist of the Asteroid Union, and the Power of the Colonies!" The two diplomats would bow to the Councilors, and bow, both of them saying "Thank you for your time."

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Re: Lagrange 1

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The high council remained silent throughout the whole speech. Once the terms had been proposed, the council again began to speak through the obvious voice altering device.
Council:"Those terms are acceptable. Naturally we will be expecting a shipment of Gundanium as a token of good will for this Mutual Alliance. The Gundams you accuse us of harboring are entirely fictional, but we have come to realize now that we should have kept them. Now we will need to make new ones. With Gundams on our side, the damage done to Earth can be minimized by making more effective and precise strikes. We warn you though, do not interfere with our military operations on Earth or in space without consulting us first. We wouldn't want friendly fire casualties to become too significant now. The guards outside will escort you back to your shuttle for take off. We've taken the liberty to refuel your shuttle and upload the appropriate coordinates and flight paths into your shuttle's navigation systems to guide you out of our territory. Four Taurus suits will escort you to the borders of our restricted zone. Once outside of our territory, you'll regain full control of your shuttle. By the grace of General Sin's spirit, may you have a safe journey."

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Re: Lagrange 1

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William placed a datapad on the desk between the Council, and his own team, and said :"This is the manifest of a transport that is heading towards your Colony. It contains Gundanium, and other resources that might be vital to the war effort. This transport will look like a fairly large asteroid heading here in a few weeks. We will follow you on this, and I think we should arrange a joint military exercise one of these Days. We thank you for your deal, and now, we wish you a good day. The rest of the diplomats stood up, bowed, and all shuffled towards the ship in a line, the team having a sense of gloom at the negations.

After the guards escorted them to the Diplomatic shuttle, Euthalia looked at William sadly, "We did win one thing, though" "Yeah, a pathway to the end of Earth" were William's words, as the shuttle took off, and headed through the area, eventually reaching open space with no argument. I'll prepare the report, and tell the Senate what to expect. This will be an ugly week to return, after all. The military factions will gain even more support!" William slammed his fist, at the end of this dialog, while Etuthaila rsponded with "but William, honey, think of this this way. We should orgnaise a strike team, and even, have to fight the Spacers to re-establish the superiority of the Earth! The Mother Planet will rise again!" The fire in her eyes were a dramatic contrast to her normally calm demeanor. This would be one strange trip to the Asteroids.

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