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Casper Lessard

"Death is the beginning of something beautiful."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nemo

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Originally formed after the Tripartite Occupation of Terra, the TNG once controlled all of Terra. Currently, the TNG's jurisdiction includes most of Terra's territory, but not the entire world.
An up and coming family that seeks to spread its influence. As individuals they have their own goals and desires for the family and Wing City, but as a group, power is the name of the game.
Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

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Casper Lessard

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A passionate man of elegant taste and mysterious influence, Casper Lessard is a gentleman, scholar, diplomat, politician... and vampire. Once a Loyalist serving under the powerful Lessard Family, Casper has since denounced his former dealings with the supernatural underworld and has pursued a career in politics under the Terran National Government.

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So begins...

Casper Lessard's Story

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Character Portrait: Shimizu Takayama Character Portrait: Takara Sato Character Portrait: Avantia Kumara Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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While Avantia had been meeting with the representative from the TNG, Sato had been working her own business back home in Narita. The City lights were glimmering in the evening sun while it slowly began to set. In the Shogunate Palace, a single dark red Sudden Transport sit parked in the landing pad, bearing the crest of the Taiyou Empire.

Sato quietly sat in her office going through the paperwork, then she got up to pace back and fourth. "This is it, joining the Taiyou Empire." She said to herself, clasping her hands behind her back and looking out the window. "Joining the ranks of the rest of the Taiyou Shogunate..."

Meanwhile Avantia remained in her seat, watching Sato curiously. Despite her station, Avantia had insisted on her escort awaiting her outside. She had no reason to distrust Sato.

"You appear restless," Avantia noted from where she sat. "Are you certain this is what you wish?" she asked.

Sato paused and turned to Avantia, shaking her head. "It is not what I wish, it is what is good for the Shogunate. I have to sacrifice some power, to ensure that my nation prospers in the face of the Invictus, the Cybrans, and other Challenges she may face." Sato explained, moving back to the chair.

"That Terran will be one of many, no doubt they will try and bring our nation into their fold, and the Invictus want to exile us despite not doing anything to them. I think the Taiyou Empire is in the Shogunate's best interests."

"I understand that sentiment well," Avantia replied. "Our numbers are few in Volaria and the matter of our security is a growing concern with these rising threats. I am unwilling to relinquish the independence of my people though. There are those among us who fear for our identity, our culture and our way of life. What meaning would Volarian hold if we were to bow to these greater powers." She shook her head. "I imagine it is different among your people. The cultural identity is not as strong between you and these Imperial Taiyou."

Sato nodded. "Well, no matter how you look at it, We're racially, culturally, and ethnically Taiyou. Each individual in the Shogunate can trace their ancestry back to the Imperial systems." Sato explained, moving to go over the paperwork on her desk.

"What I ask of the Shogunate, I will not ask of Volaria. However I will advise you that the Imperial Taiyou are not as... acclimated to the diversity here. I fear tensions may arise from that."

"It was not so different between Volaria and the Shogunate when your people first arrived," Avantia reminded Sato. "Trust cannot be built overnight."

Avantia glanced to the window. They would be here soon. No doubt her years as an ambassador between her mother and Sato's father would serve her well today.

A Taiyou adjutant slowly approached the two through the chambers. "Seii taishōgun, Tenno Heika has arrived." He said, bowing to Sato, then the Shogun nodded. "Show him in." She said, and then she turned to Avantia. "The Taiyou Emperor can be a bit overbearing and imposing... There's a few things.. Don't make eye contact, address him as Tennoheika, and if he bows to you, bow lower to him. It is as when you first dealt with my father." She warned. "Under penalty of Death, for both of us." She added, before she moved to face the door, Sato swallowed hard.

"I have not forgotten," Avantia assured Sato as she too rose from her chair to greet the Taiyou Emperor.

"Let the games begin." Sato added in Volarian.

A voice rang through the air as the Greeter spoke in Taiyou. "Dai Niihama no Taiyō Teikoku no kangei shite kudasai, Ōji Takayama!"

This caused Sato to tilt her head slightly. "Hmm?"

The doors opened and a young, rather tall, slender male stepped in under escort, flanked on either side by Taiyou Imperial warriors. He also seemed to stand out, at a good six feet, and lacking the strong asian features that the Shogunate, and the other Taiyou at his side had. Sato however still bowed. "Shinnoheika, It is a suprise." She said in Taiyou.

"This is Matriarch Avantia, representing Volaria, our esteemed allies to the west."

The Taller male moved to the Matriarch, as if inspecting her.

"There is no need for formalities, I find them outdated and barbaric. However I apologize that my Father could not make it, he has fallen ill once more."

He extended his hand and nodded to Avantia. "I am Crown Prince Shimizu Gabriel Takayama, from the Taiyou Empire of Greater Niihama." He said, introducing himself.

Avantia glanced curiously to Sato at this abrupt change of events. However it would be more offensive at this point to refuse the Taiyou Prince's request at dropping formalities than to push them. She inclined her head only briefly in greeting as she took his hand in her own.

"It is a pleasure, Prince Takayama," she replied pleasantly.

It was then that a third figure entered the room, thin-framed and pale. He was proceeded by no herald nor did he enter flanked by warriors or bodyguards. He was dressed in a plain gray suit that was fitted well to his lean and unimpressive frame, a plain leather briefcase hanging at his side. His face, though handsome, was remarkably white, almost alarmingly so. His eyes, sunken behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, were a dark grey, nearly brown, encircled by black arcs around the lids.

He waited until Sato and Avantia had exchanged greetings with Shimizu before stepping forward himself, smiling with a strange warmth that seemed seriously contradictory with his cold and almost sickly appearance.

Shimizu turned to the third individual and he regarded him. "And you are?" He said, this time in plain Terran English, narrowing his eyes at the man before him. He looked unhealthy and almost like he was dying, a sharp contrast to the tall, rather healthy Taiyou male.

Sato on the other hand, remained quiet, remembering to speak to the Prince, only when spoken too.

"Casper Lessard," he bowed, not low, before offering Shimizu his hand, "representative of the Terran National Government. I am honored to meet you, Prince Takayama." His accent was distinctly Aslundish. His words were crisp and clear, his tone disarming and inviting. He turned next to face Sato, again bowed, not low. He was too far away to shake her hand, but he offered her the same warm smile he entered with. "And you as well, Shogun Takara. I am very pleased that I've been allowed to have a voice in this matter. I have been well received in your wonderful city."

Finally, he turned to Avantia, bowing for a third time and smiling. "And to you, Matriarch. I bring Aslund's humblest greetings. I thank you as well for allowing my voice to be heard here. I am pleased to see that Mr. Marshall did not completely soil your opinion of Terran diplomats."

"As I understand it, Mr. Marshal did more to soil the opinions of my palace servants," Avantia remarked. The Taiyou translator speaking to Casper in Terran English, translating Avantia.

Sato nodded slightly. "You haven't been as openly hostile as the Invictus, though I haven't the same thing to say of your other representative. I hope that amongst the Taiyou Empire I can find security." She said, nodding to the Prince, whom turned to the TNG representative. "While I respect Sato's wishes to have you here and have a say in the Matter, the Taiyou's position is clear." Shimizu explained. "Now then, Shall we begin?"

"By all means," Casper nodded, situating himself on the room and setting his briefcase down on the table. Once everyone was properly seated and comfortable, he would turn to look at Sato.

"Perhaps, Shogun," he began, "you could start by telling me why the Shogunate, a nation who has long declared themsleves a sovereign and free Terran power, is only now intending to join the Taiyou Empire. What has driven you to such sudden political change?"

Sato turned to Casper, and her expression visibly darkened. "When I ventured to Aslund, I saw the hatred in people's eyes. I saw the distrust and the dislike in the eyes of those that we plead to align with. The Invictus, and many others. And when I approached the Empire, they welcomed us with open arms." Sato explained, and Shimizu nodded, moving to sit at a large round table that had been prepared for all of them.

Sato cleared her throat and continued. "The only nation on Terra that's grown to accept us, have been the Volarians."

"So it is distrust that drives you to this," Casper nodded gravely, "you feel that you are alone on Terra, that your nation is beset on all sides by enemies. You feel threatened." His brows furrowed together. "I am sorry if your experience in Aslund was not pleasant, Shogun. You should know that the Terran National Government has never held any feelings of animosity towards you or your people. It is my government's most earnest wish to see all Terran nations at peace with one another. If there HAS been any prejudice directed towards you, please understand that it has nothing to do with you or the Shogunate. Most of it likely stems from our past dealings with the Taiyou Empire." He looked to Shimizu. "While our experiences with the Empire in the past have never been as bad as they were with the Aschen, there have still been some..." he paused, looking for the right word, "...bumps... in the road. There's been incidents on both sides. The Empire has made it abundantly clear what they think of the Terran National Government, and they never fail to remind us of their opinions."

He laughed. "With that in mind, you can understand why we're not thrilled with your impending decision to join with them."

Shimizu sat quietly as he listened to Casper make his point, then he turned to Sato and then back to Casper, before he spoke up. "Let's talk about the Cybrans." Shimizu said, putting his silver-tongued prowess to work. Nodding to his Translator, whom was speaking Taiyou to the Matriarch.

"I understand, Sato, that the Terran National Government expressed that it did not want you to defend yourselves from the Cybrans?" Sato then nodded. "Yes, Marshall told us not to resort to war so quickly." Shimizu nodded. "And yet the Cybrans have made their intentions clear, promising to return with more soldiers, more starships, to inevitably crush your two nations?" Shimizu said, turning to Casper. "I don't mean to go out on a limb here, but not only is the formalization of the Shogunate a matter of prinicial, but a matter of the continued survival of the Shintenchi Shogunate as a whole." Shimizu explained.

"The Terran Government is hardly in a position to fend for itself, let alone protect the other nations on this planet."

The Taiyou prince slowly cleared his throat. "Your Nation has squandered it's foreign help, surrenders at the first sign of trouble, talks a big game about 'independance' and 'sovereignty' but when it comes to it, you scramble about and hide in your holes. That is not a nation I want protecting me. The Terrans hardly govern themselves, why should they be in a position to advise anyone?"

"The TNG urged patience, and their advisement brought more Cybran's to Volaria's doorstep," Avantia added as she folded her hands in her lap, leaving the Taiyou translator to translate her words for the Terran representative.

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Character Portrait: Shimizu Takayama Character Portrait: Takara Sato Character Portrait: Avantia Kumara Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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"The TNG urged caution," Casper corrected gently, "we encouraged the Terran nations NOT to rush head-first into a war they were not prepared for. We never advocated dormancy. Despite our externally inactive state, we are hard at work even now to address the matter of an impending war with the Cybrans." He smiled, looking towards Avantia. "Do not mistake our passivity as complacency."

He turned back to the table, looking at each of the delegates in turn. "I remind you, Shogun and Matriarch, that it was our intelligence that alerted you to the Cybrans true intents, information we shared with you freely and gladly. We hoped that the knowledge of an imminent invasion might encourage cooperative defensive measures, not further isolationism." He adjusted his glasses. Clearing his throat. "The true extent of the Cybran threat has yet to reveal itself. The fact of the matter is that we don't know WHAT is coming for us. Meeting them blow for blow could seriously exhaust our military capabilities before the real fighting even begins. Hence, we encourage caution. Intelligence and knowledge over brute strength and power." He looked to Takara, his expression serious and regretful. "...Parliament had hoped that our nations might work together in unveiling the Cybran threat. They STILL hope for that. Perhaps you feel that only the Taiyou can save you from annihilation, but I don't believe you need to sacrifice your sovereignty for your lives. There is another way."

He looked now to the Taiyou prince. "You surprise me, Prince Takayama. I would have thought that you, of all people, would be able to testify to the TNG's courage and overwhelming commitment to the defense of the planet at large. Millions of Terrans gave up their homes and lives to defend their land from the Aschen during the Imperial Wars. The Terran Armed Forces were the first to resist the invasion the moment it landed and the last to see them off when they left." He looked carefully at Shimizu. "Your mother fought side-by-side with our warriors during the Battle of Ragnar. Our marines personally carried her to safety when Captain Ramos nearly cut off her leg." He laughed now. "In fact, I seem to recall YOU spending some time on Terra during our reconstruction period. A certain detective by the name of Randin Kaye was assigned to look after you, no? I heard that was quite the experience." He smiled, shaking his head. "No, no, Takayama. We do not run. We do not find holes to hide in or bigger, meatier friends to protect us when things go bad. We stand, we fight and we die." He smirked. "Much too proud for cowardice."

He turned back to Sato and Avantia, looking at each of them. "This is a quality that, I believe, all Terrans share. A fierce love for freedom and a maddening, almost insane desire to protect it at all costs. It is what makes our planet such a bane to invading forces. Even if they wrangle the reins away from our governing powers for a year or so, they still have an entire society, a whole population even, who would rather suffer and die than live under the yolk of an oppressive power. When the time comes to keel over and submit, we keep standing, even when it's not in our best interest." He looked to Sato. "I know your people are not biologically of this planet, but I consider every member of the Shogunate as Terran as any Aslundish man or woman. You and your people are valued and respected members of this world. You deserve your freedom. Your independence." He shook his head. "...I beg you not to forfeit what rightfully belongs to you."

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Character Portrait: Shimizu Takayama Character Portrait: Takara Sato Character Portrait: Avantia Kumara Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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Sato made a face as she silently listened to Casper make his point, she quietly listened as he seemed to plead with them and to offer up their point of view.

"The true extent of the Cybran threat has yet to reveal itself. The fact of the matter is that we don't know WHAT is coming for us. Meeting them blow for blow could seriously exhaust our military capabilities before the real fighting even begins. Hence, we encourage caution. Intelligence and knowledge over brute strength and power."

Sato nodded, and cleared her throat. "We hope that the Taiyou Empire will provide the means and the capabilities of protecting us and allowing us to protect ourselves from the Cybran military. They've made their efforts clear, they wish to invade this planet. And I fear they will be far more brutal than even the Imperial Aschen could be."

Shimizu offered a nod, and he too said his piece. "We are poised and ready to protect our Shogunates, and regardless of my personal experiences with the Terran people." He said, narrowing his eyes at Casper.

"I have to make the decisions based on what is best for the Taiyou empire. Regardless of what I personally want. The Empire and the wishes of my father come first and foremost before anything else."


Sato on the other hand narrowed her eyes and then she offered a deep and audible sigh.

"The Invictus made it pretty clear. Even though we live here, and even some of us were born here... We are not Terran and we never will be. I am a Taiyou, no more or no less than Shinno Heika, or any Imperial Taiyou in Andromeda... I will need some time alone to consider my decision." Sato said, before she started to walk out.

Shimizu scowled, then spoke up. "I hope you make the right choice, Takara. Do not dishonor your father."

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Character Portrait: Shimizu Takayama Character Portrait: Takara Sato Character Portrait: Avantia Kumara Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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"Perhaps, Prince Takayama, you would join me for a walk while we await the Shogun's decision," Avantia interjected briefly as she rose from her chair.

She inclined her head in the slightest of nods towards Casper. "It was a pleasure."

"Shall we?" she asked Shimizu with an inviting smile.

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Character Portrait: Shimizu Takayama Character Portrait: Avantia Kumara Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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Shimizu turned to Avantia and he offered her a slight inclination before he gestured for her to lead the way. "Certainly." Shimizu said, as he started towards the door.

He too turned to Casper before he nodded. "Indeed a pleasure." He said, as he moved away from the terran.

The setting changes from narita to Government Center Second Floor

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Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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It was nearly midnight. Rubano Malijin sat at the end of a long conference table in one of the Parliamentary meeting rooms, a stack of papers in front of him. He went through them stoically, pausing only once to straighten his cufflinks and scribble a note next to the paragraphs of monotonous text.

Not far away stood Captain Ashton MacDuff, his hair a mopping mess over his furrowed brows, his captain's uniform wrinkled and generally disheveled. He was looking out the window, watching the twinkling lights of the city beneath them and the meager webwork of stars stationed above them. It was to these heavenly sentinels that he paid most attention to, grumbling impatiently as his eyes traced patterns between the luminous studs. THAT'S where he ought to be right now, not stuck in a conference room with a parliament chairman...

The door opened. Both eyes looked up. Casper Lessard entered the room, a briefcase under his arm, his fingers fiddling with his bow tie. He greeted the both of them with an honest smile, the warm expression oddly out of place on the sickly, pale condition of his complexion. "Chairman. Captain."

"Assistant Diplomat Lessard," Rubano smiled, sitting back, "pleasure to see you. I thank you again for flying in from Narita on such short notice."

"Y'look exhausted," MacDuff remarked blandly.

Casper remarked both comments with a well-tempered grin. "It was no trouble at all, really. Made the trip in a few hours with a jump-loop. I should be able to return just as quickly." He chuckled dryly. "As for my less than 'healthy' condition, I apologize. Vampirism makes for some interesting skin conditions." He set his briefcase down on the table. "It also removes all biological respite necessities and keeps my mind in perfect sobriety at all hours of the day." He looked up. "Sobriety. Is that a word you're familiar with, Captain MacDuff?"

Ashton grunted, turning away.

Rubano only chuckled, his voice deep and oiled. "Come now, Mr. Lessard. Let's try and look presentable for our Invictus friends. They should be arriving any minute."

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Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Anodyne, The Ripper Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Nina Sekova Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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Stryfe made her way through the government building, several Invictus soldiers, including Anodyne and a suited Nina, following close behind. The woman waved and smiled at most she passed by, not out of any formality, but after awhile she had come to know some of these people.

And, the Invictus had a tradition of making sure everything was on a personal family. It wasn't a job, it was a family. Paychecks were like allowance in a way.

"Nina, Anodyne, you're with me. Cyrus, the rest of you stay out here, mingle or something." Stryfe said as they approached the meeting room, "You got it, Kahuna. We'll be close. But, not too close." Cyrus responded, gesturing the other Invictus soldiers away.

The Invictus leader took a breath before stepping into the room, "Good day. Or night." She said to the men, "Sorry we couldn't do this another time, but... things have gotten a lot busier for us."

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Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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Rubano stood to his full towering height as Stryfe entered the room, smiling grandly. "Not a problem, Ms. Alfarsi. I welcome you to the Government Center, and I thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice."

Ashton grunted, offering her a curt but respectful nod. The TAF and the Invictus were on good terms for obvious reasons.

Casper smiled. "Ms. Alfarsi. A pleasure."

The parliament chairman gestured to the table. "As you said, our time is limited. Perhaps we can jump right into the discussion?" He motioned for everyone to be seated. Once situated, he cleared his throat, examining his papers once again.

"I'll begin, Ms. Alfarsi, by thanking you for the Invictus' support in our most recent defensive endeavors against the mysterious attack in Wing City. Your contribution of infantry and air support was a great help to the NPA in securing and containing the threat."

Ashton interjected now. "Veritas put him down as a vampire lord, one of the blood kings of old. That lil' attack he made downtown was tough... but we think he used up just about all of his strength in pullin' it off. I don't think we'll be seeing much of him anymore."

Casper was silent, his hands folded neatly in his lap.

"Now then," Rubano continued, "let's continue. I understand, Ms. Alfarsi, that you recently engaged in diplomatic affairs with the Volarian leadership." He leaned back in his chair. "Perhaps you can tell me how that went?"

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Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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"I have my doubts that we won't see that guy again. My father, both of my fathers, taught me that you never assumed your enemy was defeated until you see a body or you personally drag them into a cell." Stryfe told Ashton, moving to take a seat for the meeting.

"Not well. The leadership there seems intent on mudslinging and defending their Taiyou neighbors because I, for good reason, am distrustful of them. It's nothing to dwell on, there are other fish in the sea. And, I don't much like the idea of catering to people who support imperialism, honestly. But, it's not my call." The woman said, shrugging a shoulder.

"And... I'd like there to be more communication between us in the future. The military and I are fine, hell, they had my back when I decided it was time to give Terra some weights and tell them to beef up. But, the politicians, you don't seem to be as keen on consorting with me and mine."

"Maybe it's the bond that soldiers share, we understand eachother, that is diluting my thoughts. You know, politicians don't understand the battlefield and all that." The Invictus leader said, "Or, are my thoughts justified?"

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Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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"Perhaps, Ms. Alfarsi," Rubano shrugged, "but you should understand WHY Parliament has been reluctant to solidify relations with the Invictus as of late." He stroked his chin. "Your diplomatic history is... questionable. The Invictus is on terrible terms with the Taiyou. Meager relations with the Aschen. And now, according to Mr. Lessard's reports, you have garnered the ire of the Volarians." He shook his head. "You must understand, Ms. Alfarsi, that the Terran National Government very much would like to maintain diplomatic relations with these people, even if you don't. We are a government. We can't just 'not care' about people if they don't share our beliefs. Perhaps there ARE other fish in the sea, but the Volarians are in our little corner of the ocean. Being on bad terms with them is something we simply cannot do."

MacDuff folded his arms over his chest, resting his head lazily against the back of his chair. Casper remained silent, his only motion the swivel of his head between Rubano and Stryfe as they traded dialogue. He was not even making an effort to look like he was breathing.

"Surely, Ms. Alfarsi," Rubano continued, "you can understand where we're coming from with this?"

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Character Portrait: Aiyanna Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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The meeting room would have it's final guests, the sounds of boots hitting marble floors echoed through the hallway, as Aiyanna, four Imperial Marines clad in neatly pressed black uniforms, polished jack boots, and Imperial regalia adorned on their peaked caps.

"We've put down the rebellion and now Order can prevail." She said to one of her Marines. "Wait outside." She instructed, pocketing a small white crystal.

The Marine nodded, and turned to Aiyanna as he opened the door.



"I worship his shadow."

Aiyanna nodded. "I worship his Shadow."


And then she stepped into the room. Her boots thunking on the floor.

"Hounds begging for scraps at Parliament's table." She said, surveying the officials in the room.

Her blue eyes focused, and then they narrowed on Stryfe. Then back to Rubano and MacDuff, the expression of disgust forming on her face.

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Character Portrait: Aiyanna Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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"Again, as I already said, it's not my call. It's your call, if you'd like to push me aside because I have my opinion, be my guest. But, I doubt you want to lose allies." Stryfe said, "Where you're coming from is very naive, narrow-minded, just because I'm not close with someone doesn't mean you don't have to be." The woman explained.

"And, please don't tell me you're going to ignore the very reasons, the same events that befell you, for my relations with the Taiyou and the Aschen. They've invaded this planet and murdered thousands of people, millions." Stryfe said sternly, "My relations with the Taiyou is all but non-existent because they attacked a Terran police station. They injured Terran police officers." Stryfe noted.

The Invictus leader stood, looking towards Aiyanna once she entered the room. "As for the Aschen, the same reasons, mostly. The only difference is that the Aschen seem to be willing, at least in some ways, to reform. Even if they don't always seem like it. They've been trying to help, they've actually been decent."

"I can honestly say that I'll be visiting Langara soon, my other half, Mary Munroe, is heading there to drop off an Aschen that was about to be murdered in the streets. She's also bringing the fugitive, Jacob Haley, to Terra." Stryfe said, "I tell you this because it shows that I'm willing to let bygones be bygones, but I won't forget the past and roll over like your previous government."

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Character Portrait: Aiyanna Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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"Where we're coming from, Ms. Alfarsi, is the position that every sane government that cares about its people comes from," Rubano nodded, his tone still steady and friendly, "that is, a position of caution and neutrality. We don't have the luxury of being able to speak our minds and voice our opinions so liberally. There's an entire quorum full of politicians on Langara who would go to war with us in a heartbeat for a single slanderous sentence uttered towards-"

It was at that moment that Aiyanna entered the room. Speak of the devil.

"What is..." Rubano rose from his chair, his brows furrowing. He looked to Aiyanna sternly. "...I'm sorry, can I be of assistance to you? This is a private meeting."

A small squad of Terran marines stood behind the Imperials.

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Character Portrait: Aiyanna Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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Aiyanna shook her head. And then she brought her gaze onto the Terran delegation, she narrowed her eyes some and she chuckled.

"Do you think your armies can stem the tide of the Empire?"

She then turned and nodded slightly.

"Your guards would do well to stand down, I merely have a message to deliver."

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Character Portrait: Aiyanna Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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Aiyanna shook her head. And then she brought her gaze onto the Terran delegation, she narrowed her eyes some and she chuckled.

"Do you think your armies can stem the tide of the Empire?"

She then turned and nodded slightly.

"Your guards would do well to stand down, I merely have a message to deliver."

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Character Portrait: Aiyanna Character Portrait: Stryfe Character Portrait: Anodyne, The Ripper Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Terran Space Navy Character Portrait: Casper Lessard

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Anodyne stepped towards Aiyanna, but she didn't go too close. She was awaiting orders from Stryfe or the Terrans, a green light to eliminate a threat if there was one. Stryfe waved her superhuman escort down, gesturing towards Aiyanna as she addressed Rubano.

"You should make it clear, even though no one should have to, that I do not represent the Terran government anymore than your other allies, journalists, a hobo on the street, or the dry cleaner who cleans my suits." Stryfe said to the man and the other Terrans.

"The Aschen would attack you for merely existing, for drawing breath, for claiming sovereignty. They have in the past." She continued, looking towards Aiyanna. "One would hope this isn't the first step."

"Please, prove my cynicism wrong, Aiyanna."

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"Our soldiers are not acting aggressively towards you, Aiyanna," Rubano asserted calmly, "it is a simple security measure." MacDuff was on his feet, eyeing the AI with cautious anger. Lessard remained seated, watching the spectacle quietly and attentively.

"You are intruding on a private meeting," Rubano continued, buttoning his suit, "if you have something to say, say it quickly and promptly. If you wish, I can arrange a later meeting date between the TNG and..." he paused, "...whatever new Aschen government you claim to represent."

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Aiyanna narrowed her eyes.

"The rebellion has been foiled." She said, clasping her hands behind her back.

"His Shadow will be paying you a visit very soon." She added, turning to all the Terrans around her.


"How this bodes for your world will depend entirely on the immediate actions of your government and her allies."

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"Surely, you don't mean Mollem?" Stryfe asked Aiyanna, "Last I heard he had fallen from grace." Stryfe said, her words meant for the Terrans in the room as well. "Besides, things have changed on Terra, and off of Terra." The Invictus leader said, pausing for a moment.

She stood, walking slowly towards Anodyne to pull the woman back. She wanted some distance between her bodyguard and Aiyanna for now.

"What makes him, or any of you, think they can barge in here like this and just... say they're coming to meet?" Stryfe asked Aiyanna, "Yeah, it seems like a surefire way to start yet another war." Nina added, "Or at least further damage the already damaged reputation of the Aschen." Nina continued.

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"I was not aware of a rebellion in the Aschen government," Rubano crossed his arms, "neither did I know anything of this new Empire. I trust the Shadow comes to Terra with peaceful intentions."

It was Casper who spoke next. "Shocking as it my sound, Stryfe, the Aschen aren't known for their political courtesy," he thumbed off his glasses and began rubbing at one of the lenses, "Really, I would have been shocked if they HADN'T shown up unannounced."

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No glitzy entourage or legion of marching soldiers preceded the TNG delegate. He entered quietly, making his respects at the grand palace doorway before being lead into the throne room. The diplomat, dressed in a modest suit and tie, bowed respectfully before them: first to Kaida and the Losenji court, then to Avantia and her emissaries, last to the AXIS delegates.

"Empress, Matriarch," he nodded to them, his cold but vigilant eyes flickering from face to face, "honored royalty and ministers, honored Prime Minister, Commander and Shipmaster and all other honored delegates of this court." He drew himself upright, his poise prudent and refined. "I am Casper Lessard, diplomat of the Terran National Government to the Shintechi region. I am honored to appear before you today."

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Avantia watched on quietly as the various delegates were seated, and as the TNG diplomat joined them in the crowded hall. The general murmurs of quiet discussion between ministers and delegates created a droning of noise that afforded some measure of privacy even with so many people at hand.

Arun leaned close to Avantia as he watched 'Taanz 'Velzzmkt climb his way up into one of the available seats.

"What's that?" he asked her.

"That's a Matokeyan," she replied quietly. "They're found in the Andromeda Galaxy," she explained.

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Among the ministers, Ling Wu was looking rather bored with the whole affair. She had largely already made up her mind on most of the matters to be discussed today, and she wasn't likely to change her mind during the ensuing debates and discussions. Matters of alliances, and of the Invictus were secondary to maintaining good trade relations with the Taiyou and the TNG both. The coming discussion would be a largely boring ordeal for her, one with which she would be happy to be done with. She had only attended as a matter of formality, and because it was expected of her as the Minister of Trade.

She hid a yawn behind her hand as the delegates filtered in and didn't so much as spare the TNG representative a passing glance. The only person that had drawn her attention was her sister Lian Wu, Minister of Work. When their father had broken tradition and left the family estate, and the mantle of Minister of Trade to his youngest daughter, rather than either of his two elder children, it had been with smug satisfaction that Ling Wu accepted both.

That her sister had managed to weasel her way into the Ministry on her own had been a point of irritation for Ling Wu, and only furthered the rather dysfunctional state of the Wu family.

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Liang Cheng watched the precedings with a level of curiosity. As General of the Land, much of Losenji's military decisions and security fell to him, and though in these largely peaceful times that job was often little more than a formality, he fulfilled it dutifully and proudly.

He often held a level of disdain for the squabbling of the ministry, preferring the more straight forward art of war to the politics that plagued Tianshi.

He had already made his feelings known to Kaida on the matters to be discussed today - especially that of an alliance with the AXIS. Losenji was a small nation, and an alliance to unify the entirety of Shintenchi would greatly strengthen the security of their nation and bolster their military assets.