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Rubano Malijin

"Through power, victory."

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

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The Honorable Rubano Malijin, Terran Parliament Chairman

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Age: Mid-late 30's
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 210 lbs
Physique: Mesomorphic, Muscular
Eye Color: Black
Nationality: Terran
Occupation: Parliament Chairman

Rubano hails from Hafirjan, representing many of the Eastern/Central countries such as Tanzania, Uganda, and the Congo. A popular politician and likeable celebrity, Rubano is known for his charismatic persona, strong intellect and good-natured sense of humor. He demonstrates a deep sense of patriotism and loyalty toward Terra, and a passionate determination to maintain her sovereignty. Despite his strong support for Terran independence, Rubano often advocates for bills that grant more privileges and authorities to the TNG, claiming that only a "powerful government" can be a strong one. A decisive leader and influential speaker, Rubano is the creator of the 'Xenia Compromise', the foreign garrison charter that Terra uses today.


Rubano graduated from Makerere University with a bachelor's in intergalactic business and a master's in political science. He took a year for himself after he graduated, travelling across Terra and giving his time and money to many respected global charity organizations. When he returned to Kampala, his family's influence and personal connections with his former university allowed him to quickly procure a position at Makerere as a professor of political science and Director of Admissions. He worked there for two years and was well-liked among his students and colleagues, despite his notoriously strict classroom etiquette and extreme lack of tolerance for tomfoolery and academic dishonesty. After exposing an embezzling scandal perpetuated by the university's president, Rubano was promoted by the school board to Dean of Humanities and Social Sciences. After three more years of diligent and prosperous work, Rubano was appointed the president of Makerere University.

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Four years later, Rubano was offered a position as an assistant to the Ugandan Minister of Foreign Affairs. He worked with the ministry for two years, during which time he famously negotiated the release of over a hundred captured civilians from the hands of Tanzanian rebels. Using his generous wealth, Rubano also personally financed the reconstruction of several war-torn Ugandan neighborhoods. His efforts won him the Confederate Humanitarian Award and the Union Crest of Courage. Despite his relatively meager political function, Malijin had become one of this most popular politicians of the time. His fame quickly prompted presidential-hopeful Gwandoya Balondemu to elect Malijin as his running mate. When Balondemu won, Rubano became Vice President of Uganda.


Rubano spent the next four years serving the people of Uganda, using his new-found political freedoms to endorse a series of economic reforms and military expansion projects. His illustrious history, handsome person, convincing speeches and ultimately effective fiscal amendments garnered enormous support for both himself and Balondemu. Unfortunately, Balondemu would be mysteriously assassinated by Ugandan rebels in his own office one year before the end of his term. Though grieved over the loss of his friend and colleague, Rubano assumed the presidency, focusing the country's funds towards public relief efforts as well as spearheading Ugandan military efforts in ousting several rebel factions. Despite his enormous public approval, Malijin refused to run for office after his term had ended, still crestfallen over the loss of Gwandoya.


Rubano took another year off, this time travelling to other central Hafirjan countries such as Congo, Kenya, Egypt and Ethiopia. He continued his humanitarian endeavors, overseeing the construction of new homes, work places, hospitals and cultural centerpieces. He heavily endorsed anti-rebel movements and worked closely with expulsion activists, learning a good deal about military logistics and battle tactics from a myriad of different generals and commanders. He famously lead Rwandan armed forces in the Battle of Ndogo Mlima, literally charging into the fray alongside the 6th battalion and defeating the kambamti insurrectionist movement in open combat. He received the Rwandan Medal of Honor for his valor and bravery. All of this, of course, reached the ears of the Hafirjan public via media networks. Malijin's popularity was at an all time high.


When the Terran National Government assumed power and ask for Parliamentary representation from Hafirjan, Malijin submitted his candidacy. He won the election in a momentous landslide.

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So begins...

Rubano Malijin's Story

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#, as written by Zarhara
Victor would return the smile and shake Giles hand as well. He glanced around the room if for a second once again the massive group gathered was quite overwhelming. Plus Victor was still getting used to actually being asked questions, normally on the journalism side of things he was generally the one asking questions.

One or two seconds would pass before Victor would respond to Giles. "They are coming along the camps are still in use but everyone should be back on their feet within a few months. The supplies and support that have flowed in help immensely." He said with an appreciative smile.

"Though many of the locals. The Shattered as their known are wanting to return to their native lands. Unfortunately even their resistance to toxins is not strong enough to withstand the poisons that the volcano has kicked up. Victor said with a frown. "I fear it will be a few years before the region will become usable once again. There will be a clash of culture in the southern regions but I have put forwards a full integration plan for the refugees." Victor added.

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Charles Kesslee Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Alison Keating Character Portrait: Sarangerel Character Portrait: Jamal Morrison Lebrun Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor Character Portrait: Lelantus Haima Character Portrait: Luis Galdámez Character Portrait: Najia Okeke Character Portrait: Giles Fabron Character Portrait: Janis McMorrow Character Portrait: Victor Vidal Character Portrait: Leaf Lotical Character Portrait: Express News Character Portrait: Vlatko Klaic Character Portrait: Fātiḥ Sayılgan
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#, as written by Ylanne
By the time the intricately carved grandfather clock mounted behind the dais struck one, formally dressed guests from every corner of the local region -- and some from beyond -- had filled the seats in the gallery. Visitors lined the balconies along the second and third tiers up from the floor, where the Terran National Government's incoming and outgoing politicians mingled amongst themselves, waiting for the proceedings to began. Their voices resounded throughout the chamber, bouncing from the high dome to create an inescapable hum that only the clock tolling threatened to break. With the low, deep tone of the clock's bell chimes, sounding over and perhaps through the din, the enormous ceremonial wooden doors on either side of the dais opened. Much of the audience instinctively hushed, their faces turning toward the dais.

From one side emerged Luis Galdámez, an aging man with silver hair and more lines in his face than when he had assumed office as the TNG's Prime Minister, reluctantly, for a second time, after the death of his friend and colleague, Ed Cranford, at the hands of terrorists. Their brutal attack had left this building devastated, but, perhaps in testament to Terran resilience, within less than nine months, Government Center had been fully restored. Galdámez had heard that the builders had started with this room. Parliament's Chambers symbolized the democracy at the heart of the TNG constitution. Galdámez wore a simple black suit that he'd bought at a department store a few decades ago before teaching his first class to eager, nervous law students starting their first semester.

On the other side of the dais, the door gave way to a human woman with dark brown hair tied back in a severe cut, her honey-colored eyes gleaming as she nodded, briefly, to Galdámez. This was High Justice Rana Khawaldeh, the senior-most justice of the TNG's Supreme Court. Khawaldeh stood at about the same height as her counterpart, though she was significantly fatter and slightly older. She was dressed in matching black, though Khawaldeh's attire consisted of her long, flowing black robe. Along with Galdámez, she would be conducting the inauguration ceremony. He would pass from one side of the dais to the other to mark the end of his term. Khawaldeh, in contrast, was the symbol of continuity and stability. The two met in the center of the dais and stood in front of the two center-most chairs. They were all the same high-backed chairs upholstered in dark blue satin fabric with intricate embroidery depicting the TNG seal. Galdámez shared Khawaldeh's opinion of the furnishings -- they were much too opulent for his taste. He supposed that the decorative furnishings were another symbol of their national pride.

"Good afternoon, Luis," Khawaldeh said in a subdued tone meant to keep the reporters crowding their designated section on the floor from overhearing. She clasped both hands around the outgoing prime minister's extended hand, offering a smile.

"How are you doing?" asked Galdámez, inclining his head.

"I'm doing wonderfully, just wonderfully." Khawaldeh released Galdámez's hand and nodded to the newly elected members taking their seats. "I hope you've prepared."

"Of course." Galdámez cocked a grin. "Don't I always?" In response, Khawaldeh shook her head. Galdámez stepped to the podium, waiting for complete silence before he would begin his opening speech.

Members-elect were ushered to their seats in the first three rows of members seating, where the plaques with the names of outgoing members would be replaced by the next morning with the new names. Behind Galdámez and Khawaldeh, the few members of the administration instructed to attend silently entered through the same ceremonial doors, the wood-inscribed TNG seal giving way for the wounded national hero, Lelantus Haima, who entered beside a smiling Jamal Morrison Lebrun, the National Police Agency director whose power-chair shined with fresh polish as he wheeled up the ramp to the dais. On the other side of the dais, Terran Armed Forces Grand Admiral Fātiḥ Sayılgan escorted the intelligence director, Arianne Drulović, onto the raised platform. While Sayılgan maintained a professional, muted smile, Drulović appeared positively severe in her expression.

"Frankly," she said in a low voice, "I don't understand why I need to be here. I think it was enough that I came for the first inauguration under Mr. Cranford, and the second one, too, under Mr. Galdámez, wouldn't you think? This simply seems too much. You know I have no particular fondness for politics."

"It's a show. You gotta play to the show." Sayılgan shrugged, offering the older woman a hand to the first step. "You and Lebrun, well, let's just say, a lot of people would notice if you didn't make an appearance."

Once it seemed that everyone had taken their seats and fallen into the silence of anticipation, Galdámez laid his hands on the podium. "Welcome. High Justice Khawaldeh, Ms. Vaeros, members of Parliament, our friends, our distinguished guests, welcome. Each time we gather to celebrate the inauguration of a new Parliament, we recognize the enduring history of our young nation. In only a few short decades, our young nation has continued to grow and prosper. Despite innumerable setbacks, occupation, war, and turmoil at home, our constitution has endured. We affirm our national commitment to liberty, to prosperity, and to unity."

As the prime minister spoke, Drulović let her eyes slide to the clock mounted in the back of the room, placed conveniently so that those on the dais could keep track of the time without turning backward and upward to look at the ceremonial clock above them. She adjusted the lapels of her jacket, estimating that Galdámez would speak for a solid fifteen minutes.

In the end, it turned out that Drulović was wrong. He finished at twelve minutes and forty seconds.

"And with that, I would like to ask our High Justice, Rana Khawaldeh, to commence the proceedings." Galdámez turned away from the podium, stepping back to allow Khawaldeh to assume her role over the ceremony. Khawaldeh looked toward Rhea Vaeros for the newly elected prime minister to mount the dais alongside the High Justice. The prime minister would be sworn in first, to be followed by the members of Parliament collectively. Khawaldeh had been pleasantly surprised that many incumbents had been voted out of office or decided not to run for reelection altogether, though she noted with her glance that there were faces she recognized among the members waiting to be sworn in. Those were the incumbents. As Drulović would have put it, Khawaldeh surmised that there would always be some pollution among any political body. She stifled a smile at that as Rhea approached.

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Charles Kesslee Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Alison Keating Character Portrait: Sarangerel Character Portrait: Jamal Morrison Lebrun Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor Character Portrait: Lelantus Haima Character Portrait: Luis Galdámez Character Portrait: Najia Okeke Character Portrait: Giles Fabron Character Portrait: Janis McMorrow Character Portrait: Victor Vidal Character Portrait: Leaf Lotical Character Portrait: Express News Character Portrait: Vlatko Klaic Character Portrait: Fātiḥ Sayılgan
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#, as written by Gasmask
He was late, and he knew it. Sigurd sported a vicious cut along his cheek, an accident with a shaver earlier that morning after his secretary had demanded that he 'clean up'. His big, oafish hands had barely been able to fit the tiny blade in his hands and he'd lost track of what they were meant to be doing, so his gigantic hirsute beard still covered a majority of his beard.

Then a tailor had tried squeezing him into a suit, but ultimately left the tailor in a bind with the top jacket wrapped around his head and an angry half-giant stumbling out of the building, tearing the ill fitting, pin covered shirt off his chest. Then he'd had an argument with the authorities outside the building over the oversized axe he was lugging around, and he had to return to his room to put it away much to his sadness.

Sigurd stumbled into parliament and found his seat, almost crushing the groaning chair with his weight. His eyes scanning the room from Drulović , to the diminutive giles. Nay, they were all midgets that he could crush in the palm of his hand, midgets that talked far too much and used too many big words, and he bet they didn't even drink at the end of a long day, or at all.

Sigurd let out a slow, thoughtful groan as he stood. "There is no argument till the son of Olaf is here, and he is!" The giant swung his arms in open challenge. "Where is the booze? Sarangerel said there would be booze." The giant leaned over his seat to look around, all he saw were glasses of water. "Fine. There is no booze." Sigurd sat back down and folded his arms like a spoiled child denied his favorite plaything.

Midgets. The lot of them. Midgets with no booze.

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Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Alison Keating Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor Character Portrait: Giles Fabron Character Portrait: Victor Vidal Character Portrait: Express News Character Portrait: Vlatko Klaic Character Portrait: Torinn
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#, as written by Nemo
Government Center, Parliament's Chamber
First Parliamentary Session
Late Afternoon


It was parliament's first meeting. The chairmen and their secretaries would be seated at their respective desks around the center podium in a wide semi-circle, with the desks of the Prime Minister and the Council of Ministers at the center front. A large manila folder sat at each desk, the insignia of the Terran Intelligence Bureau stamped prominently on the front. Screened guests and dignitaries would be seated in the galleries above, overlooking the spectacle.

There was a round of applause from the balconies as the TNG politicians entered through the enormous double doors for the first time and assumed their chairs. Once they were situated, Rubano Malijin approached the center podium.

"Honorable chairmen," he began, "honorable prime minister and ministers, honored aids, guests and dignitaries..." He smiled grandly. "I am pleased and honored to lead this administration's first parliamentary session." His cheer faltered briefly. "I had hoped that our first session might not be so weighted with such demanding matters this evening. The decisions we must make today are of enormous importance and demand our immediate attention." He nodded. "Nonetheless, I have the utmost faith in this administration, and I trust that we shall confront these dilemmas with wisdom, courage, fairness, and with the utmost respect for our constitution and the people of the Terran National Government."

"The primary topic of our session today concerns international diplomacy. We must decide how the Terran National Government is to respond to recent events transpiring in the Shintenchi nations. There are a number of issues we must address. I will list them shortly.

"To begin with, the Losenji Imperium and the Volarian Monarchy have joined the AXIS Corporate Forces, the dominant collective-nation alliance in the Andromeda Galaxy. The Shintenchi Shogunate has, however, officially joined the Taiyou Empire. Their region on the isles is no longer a sovereign Terran nation, and belongs to the Emperor." Rubano flipped a page over on the podium. "Evidence suggests that many Volarian citizens have fled to planets in the local region that have been claimed by our government where they live as illegal immigrants. Furthermore, the Shintenchi isles, particularly the Volarian Monarchy, has shown a drastic increase in militarization over the past year. Together with the Shogunate, they have expanded their military arsenal, developed space-faring vessels and have conducted martial exercises on the near-border of our nation ... against holographic images that very closely resemble the ships of our navy, if I may add. A recent incident on the Great Sato Bridge on Narita has left many dead. The intergalactic nation known as the Varden, allies of our government, are believed to be responsible.

"I remind Parliament that these are merely the surface-level facts. There are many explanations and circumstances regarding each of these statements that I have put forth - many of which, I believe, deserve consideration." He looked up at his fellow chairmen. "For example, many of the Volarian citizens who have illegally migrated to our soil have been driven off their homeland by lack of resources and overpopulation."

"The data surrounding each of these statements has, hopefully, been sufficiently addressed in the files you were given weeks ago, and which also sit on your desks at this moment." He held up his own. "This data, collected from media and witness sources across Terra and verified by the Terran Intelligence Bureau, is effectively the bulk sum of what we know regarding the Shintenchi situation." He flipped over another paper and thumbed off his glasses.

"Honorable representatives," he began again, "it is my opinion that much of what I have brought forth to you is of small consequence. Certainly, a good deal of it is immensely important - particularly where the loss of sentient life is concerned - but I believe in respecting the sovereignty of the Shintenchi nations and allowing them to make their own decisions, so long as they do not threaten the wellbeing of our people." His tone turned dark. "With that said, I believe that my next statement is the single most important issue that we must address this evening."

With a grave sigh, Rubano put his glasses back on and looked down at his papers. "On February 21st, Joshua Mattrix, a Terran citizen and a resident of Sol City, was publicly beheaded in L'aita Hara under direct orders from the Matriarch for alleged crimes of kidnapping and slave trafficking. He was afforded no trial, and our government was given no notice of his arrest, detainment or execution. Never before has the rights of a citizen of the Terran National Government been so offended by a nation that we are not at war with. Honored Parliament, I believe that this matter demands our immediate attention, and should be the first topic of our discussion today." He looked up.

"I open the floor to your wisdom."

((Open debate, loose posting order. Back-and-forth responses are fine. Each parliament chairman is encouraged to weigh in on each issue at least once. For more information regarding the Shintenchi situation, speak OOC to either myself or Tiko. Consider us your IC source of info for those TIB packets.))

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Alison Keating Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor Character Portrait: Giles Fabron Character Portrait: Victor Vidal Character Portrait: Express News Character Portrait: Vlatko Klaic Character Portrait: Saymoukda Kouanchao Character Portrait: Torinn
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#, as written by Ylanne
The coffee cup sitting on the edge of the desk was slowly growing cold. Saymoukda Kouanchao ran her finger around the side of it, not detecting much heat other than a few faint traces of what had once been a scorching brew. The damn machine seemed to have one setting, one incredibly burning setting, but even so, she'd never been able to cut the habit. The flight from home would have been tolerable if it weren't for Kouanchao's splitting headache and the five screaming babies sitting in the seats in front of, behind, and beside her (on both sides). She knew she shouldn't fault them, but it was hard not to feel the hatred seething through her veins at each screech in the passenger cabin. But that was what she got for taking her mom's suggestion and booking the cheapest flight instead of the more convenient one. Thanks, mom.

She fingered the stack of papers peeking out from the battered folder she'd brought with her, twitching and tightening her jaw. There were hundreds of printed emails, neatly saved from constituents in Kouanchao's region, all of whom felt quite strongly about how the TNG ought to respond to the new Shintechi alliance with AXIS, the Joshua Mattrix beheading, and the recent talks over the terrorist attack. Everything from, bomb the shit out of the xenos to conduct more investigations inside the TNG to dismantle the rest of the trafficking rings and everything in between. Kouanchao sipped at the coffee and then made a disgusted face. Cold. Blech. Her eyes drifted from Rubano Malijin to the Terran Intelligence Bureau director, the short, small woman sitting at the end of a table reserved for intelligence community representatives present for Parliamentary inquiry. Welp, that was what happened when the matter was sufficiently serious. They brought in the big guns.

Arianne Drulović had taken the neatly printed name card with her name, title, and affiliation and turned it on its face so that no one could read the information -- not that they had to. At this point, the woman was a fixture. Kouanchao considered typing Drulović's name into Google to see what would happen, but decided against it. Too many other MPs sitting behind her who'd be able to tell she was fucking around on the internet. She be accused of disrespect, rudeness, incompetence... Kouanchao resisted the urge to reach for her tablet and instead kept watching Drulović as the older woman placed her palm flatly on top of the name card, pressing it onto the surface of the desk. The name cards they used for the witnesses were printed on nice, thick cardstock imprinted with the TNG's seal. The name plates for the actual MPs were embossed on brass and displayed prominently in front of each desk to designate the occupant.

Kouanchao missed it when Vlatko Klaić motioned to open general debate, and when someone else -- someone she wouldn't have recognized anyway -- seconded the motion. She also missed someone else's motion to bring the debate immediately to the bombing, and the motion to table discussion of the beheading incident, and every procedural vote in between. She started paying attention right about when Klaić said something about a bomb. "Whoever it was that attacked the bridge with the nanite bomb, there's no reason to believe they won't show up in our territory next," said the hawk-eyed man, resting both hands on the edge of the desk in front of him. "It is our duty, our responsibility, to make it clear that we are not so stupid not to see right through these agitations. They want to use the bombing as an excuse to deteriorate relations and insinuate TNG complicity with the terrorism. We must strengthen our border security, increase investigations internally, and respond rapidly and harshly to any accusations of terror within our borders. Military intervention in Shintechi shouldn't be off the table either -- not if that's what it takes to maintain control over Terran land and prevent any further terrorist attacks."

At that, Kouanchao very nearly felt her jaw drop. She rose, earning a look of ire from the other MP, but interrupted him anyway. "Excuse me, but I'm simply not okay with the idea that we'd support -- outright war, for the sake of expediency, or for -- for the sake of assuaging your egos. What happened to diplomacy? Increasing social services for immigrants? Collaborating with our neighboring nations? Or is it just, something happens we don't like and all of a sudden, it's okay to start talking about -- military intervention? Are you crazy?" Kouanchao shook her head, sighing audibly. "Look, I get it. We've got racism problems. We've got crime problems. But we're not going to fix those problems with grenades and guns. We need to talk about economic and social cooperation, not ... airstrikes. Defensive procedures. Border security. No, just, no." She gestured out to the others. "What, are you going to agree with him?"

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Alison Keating Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor Character Portrait: Giles Fabron Character Portrait: Victor Vidal Character Portrait: Express News Character Portrait: Vlatko Klaic Character Portrait: Saymoukda Kouanchao Character Portrait: Torinn
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#, as written by Tiko
"It is easy to speak of diplomacy while we sit here, safe and secure far from these troubles," Torinn growled in response as he too rose to speak.

The towering draconian was an imposing figure and his voice a rumbling gravely growl. The Draconian people - scarce though they had become, -where well renowned for their fervent battle lust. It was known to be tempered with age though, and while that fire lived with Torinn, as it lived within the hearts of all Draconian, his words where chosen with care and precision.

"It is not we who are living in fear for our homes, and our lives along the southern borders," he emphasized roughly. "We have all seen the rise in violence, and the fire of intolerance sweeping through the eastern seaboard, and the far south. The people turn on one another in fear. We must bolster our borders if for nothing else than to assure the people of Aslund of their continued safety. If the Shintenchi land on our shores, it will be in the south where our military presence is weakest, and it is in the lands of Caldonia that Terran blood will be spilled first. Should that day come, it is our responsibility to ensure they do not spill it alone."

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"It is easy to speak of diplomacy while we sit here, safe and secure far from these troubles," Torinn growled in response as he too rose to speak.

The towering draconian was an imposing figure and his voice a rumbling gravely growl. The Draconian people - scarce though they had become - where well renowned for their fervent battle lust. It was known to be tempered with age though, and while that fire lived with Torinn, as it lived within the hearts of all Draconian, his words where chosen with care and precision.

"It is not we who are living in fear for our homes, and our lives along the southern borders," he emphasized roughly. "We have all seen the rise in violence, and the fire of intolerance sweeping through the eastern seaboard, and the far south. The people turn on one another in fear. We must bolster our borders if for nothing else than to assure the people of Aslund of their continued safety. If the Shintenchi land on our shores, it will be in the south where our military presence is weakest, and it is in the lands of Caldonia that Terran blood will be spilled first. Should that day come, it is our responsibility to ensure they do not spill it alone."

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Alison Keating Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor Character Portrait: Giles Fabron Character Portrait: Victor Vidal Character Portrait: Express News Character Portrait: Vlatko Klaic Character Portrait: Saymoukda Kouanchao Character Portrait: Torinn
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#, as written by Varden
A number of news crews were on scene either standing around the peripheral or sitting on the third floor balcony. Miranda Gray was seated in the balcony but a camera drone floated effortlessly and noiselessly through the air to focus on each speaker as they voice their opinions. Miranda was busy taking notes as the drone focused on broadcasting the debates, her fingers dancing across a touch pad. These debates were being broadcast live to everyone that cared to watch in Aslund just as the inauguration had been.

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Character Portrait: Arianne Drulovic Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: Kynala Evantus Character Portrait: Sigurd Olafson Character Portrait: Maximillian "Captain" Dirge Character Portrait: Alison Keating Character Portrait: Chloë McGregor Character Portrait: Giles Fabron Character Portrait: Victor Vidal Character Portrait: Express News Character Portrait: Vlatko Klaic Character Portrait: Saymoukda Kouanchao Character Portrait: Torinn
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[written by barney fife]

Chloe McGregor silently waited her turn as the various Parliament members began their debate. Her lips were pursed tightly as she quietly fiddled with her pen, and a small Datapad sitting on her desk. The Datapad was scrolling with news from various sources across Therrier-Paix.

She shook her head in silence as the Parliament members went on about Military Intervention in Shintenchi. She even scoffed silently a few times as Vlatko went on about direct Military Intervention. But she Kouanchao offered her own rebuttal.

She waited for Kouanchao to finish speaking, and then Klaić and the Draconian, before she made a face, and waited for everything to quiet down.

“Military action in Shintenchi…” Chloe said, tapping her Microphone, almost chuckling, before that chuckle turned into an outright laugh.

“So tell me! Mr… Vlatko Klaic…” She said, taking a sip of her drink.

“Are you going to hide in a bunker when the Taiyou Empire sits in orbit and starts dropping nukes because you thought it okay to invade one of their Shogunates? Mr. Klaic? Military Intervention is the dumbest idea I've ever heard, and I've heard some dumb things” She said, standing up.

“Or maybe, you’ll all have a place to hide when the AXIS retaliate with ‘Peacekeeprs’ and put us all in camps because we can’t be trusted with our own government? “ She said, laughing. “It’s hard to take you guys seriously, when you’re advocating flirting with a state that’s sworn to one of the largest Empires known to us. “ Chloe rebuked. “That’s a fools errand…”

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"McGregor is right," Kynala agreed, "We can't go toe to toe with an intergalactic empire that's shown in the past that it doesn't know the definition of a proportional response. Even ignoring that, it would be economically foolhardy - we can't go funding wars based on a single man's execution and our neighbour's unfortunate choices of allies. Equally, building up military forces on our coast would be seen as an act of aggression in and of itself - we don't have much room to manoeuvre."

Alison interjected with a frown, "The security of our citizens is paramount. Whilst widening the rift between us and the Shintenchi nations is unfortunate, we need to ensure our peoples' safety. We can't just ignore a legitimate threat to civilian lives. If not an increase military defence, we should at least be giving police forces in Asteria city and other affected cities greater funding and equipment to deal with the rise in racial tensions, not to mention the problems with trafficking."

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{Addendum because I couldn't get on to post earlier}

Chloe turned over to Torinn, before she shook her head some more. "Bolstering military presence on our borders in the south could be seen as an act of aggression, and may provoke a wider Military response from the Shintenchi Shogunate." Chloe explained.

"I do agree that the Police require better equipment, it is better to assist the Local Police, than it is to build the Military up on those borders."

"But I can't justify taking us to war with the Taiyou Empire over one man, let alone the entire AXIS, the cost significantly outweighs the return." Chloe added.

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#, as written by Zarhara
Victor listened to the debates as he flipped through the TIB folder taking notes as others spoke. He had spent the last few days busily talking with local government officials in Gonthar. There was a deep fear among the people but Victor felt that the citizens in his region were fearful of the wrath of the Taiyou empire.

"I agree, direct military action against the Shintenchi nations would be disastrous. We cannot risk an armed conflict though we cannot allow ourselves to be forced into submission either. "

"We need to put more funding towards defensive installations, and deterrence forces. We must make it clear that we will defend ourselves if we are attacked that we will not waver. If we ignore Shintenchi then they will continue to threaten us into submission. We are walking a fine line, we must show resolve and stand firm against these provocations."

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Flicking through the packet before him more to refresh his memory than anything else, Max's eyes moved between the debating Parliament members and various notes. Notably absent from his business-like attire was the brilliant orange scarf he was almost notorious for wearing, and his hard face was set in a neutral expression. Allowing Victor his words, Max gave a brief glance at Rhea before rising himself.

Holding up a hand, the man's calm voice filled the gap. "I might remind the our good friends Torinn and Victor that we're essentially at a state of readiness to engage in a conflict. Pouring more money into a budget that really has sufficient resources covering the borders under scrutiny at this moment is not needed. I will say that my perspective tends towards increasing our presence along the border, but I also understand, from the myriad of reports we've had filing in, that factors are just as confusing over there as they are here."

"I won't endorse the execution of a TNG citizen, but neither will I condone it, pending more concrete intelligence. Was there a trial we were not aware of? What sort of motivations were at play? Who truly bombed the bridge? These are open air questions people, and what we have is a mass of one sided information. Mobilizing troops on what amounts to secondhand accounts and filtered reports is not justification."

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#, as written by Tiko
Rhea pursed her lips as the debating ensued, but one point rose to the forefront of her concerns.

"One would think this goes without saying, but let me remind us all that our duty is to every single citizen of the TNG," she remarked. The look she gave was pointedly directed at Chloe. "Our decision to act on a matter should not be made over whether it was one man, or a million men, only whether or not the proposed action is proportional to the offense committed. With that said, a military incursion into Shintenchi would not bring justice to anyone, and only serve to inflame the situation."

In response to Max's inquiry into intelligence and information on the matter, she continued. "As I understand it, the NPA is investigating whether or not any criminal act was committed in the execution of Joshua Mattrix, and what breach of protocols - if any - where made that may require reconciliation. Pending further information, I propose we dismiss the matter from the days agenda and turn our attentions back to the terrorist attack. Somehow this ship got past our planetary defenses. How? And how can we prevent this from happening again."

She looked to Max on this one. No doubt he had been scouring over every bit of information available to find that answer himself since he had taken his office. If anyone had any potential light to lend on the situation it was him.

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"Inflame the situation, Prime Minister? Or ensure the complete destruction of this planet." Chloe rebuked.

"Need I remind you that I live here too." She added, shuffling some papers. Pausing as the discussion shifted to something else. "Our decision to act should be made on the risks, versus the possible benefit to this Nation. Justice is not worth the genocide of your people, Ms. Vaeros." She said. "The Taiyou are as relentless as they are barbaric, a sleeping dragon that should never be provoked. You forget that they nearly exterminated my people over what? A perceived offense to their interests?" Chloe said, standing up.

"To be frank our orbital defenses are a joke." She said, sitting back down, skulking.

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Inclining his head at the Prime Minister's question, he sighed. "From what I can gather, the ship that made the bombing strike exited FTL inside the atmosphere, made its run, and then escaped the same way. Given the depth of it's entry, our orbital radar missed it, but our anti-air radar caught it. Given the location of the strike, it's my assessment that fire control hesitated at the thought of shooting close to or over the border, notwithstanding having any assets capable of being deployed to cover that portion of airspace to begin with. While our orbital assets could have identified it more quickly, their attention is more focused outward at this current time."

"To rectify the gap, the most we really can do is increase the capacities for our radar across the board. Actually stopping something of that size, however, would likely call for heavy anti-orbital weapons capable of striking targets nearly instantaneously with complete stopping power."

A slight scowl kissed the man's face. "Something I'm reluctant to endorse or implement, given the same anti-orbital weapon could be misconstrued as intercontinental artillery."

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#, as written by Zarhara
Victor listened to the discussions taking particular note of Rhea's comments and questions. When Chloe spoke Victor only shook his head slightly and scribbled something down.

When Max began talking about the attack and the lack in Radar Victor took particular note.

"I agree that Orbital weapons may be seen as an act of aggression, however I would not be opposed to strengthening our Radar systems, possibly along with a ground based defense system. I'm not suggesting any particulars but I'm sure with proper funding Terran based research could begin work on a new system." Victor said.

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#, as written by Nemo
"Forgive me, Prime Minister, but I'm reluctant to so readily postpone discussion on what I feel is the most important topic of this session," Rubano looked towards Rhea, "I agree that we should forego a formal decision until the case becomes clearer - but we are not without facts." The chairman held up the TIB packet. He thumbed his glasses back over his nose ad opened the pamphlet.

"According to this intelligence," he began, "Joshua Mattrix was a Terran citizen living in Solinus City. He was being investigated by the NPA for the possible kidnapping of a young Volarian girl named Shanthi, who, as I understand it, is one of the Matriarch's most beloved servants. Unfortunately, Mr. Mattrix was mysteriously kidnapped before our officers could detain him. The next we heard of him, he was dead. Beheaded, in public, under the Matriarch's orders." Rubano looked up at Alison. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, Ms. Keating, but I do believe that the perpetrator behind the slave trafficking ring that captured Shanthi, Kenneth O'Leary, was apprehended by your men - and that Joshua Mattrix was, in fact, noted as an accomplice. This would suggest that Joshua may, in fact, have been guilty of the crime the Matriarch charged him with."

He looked up at the rest of Parliament. "Now, if it comes to light that Mattrix is guilty of the crimes that the Volarians charged him with, then there is no doubt that he deserved to face justice for his actions." He thumbed his glasses off his nose. "Real justice. With a trial. And jurors. And all the dues and considerations that a sentient being deserves to have when its life is at stake. But the fact of the matter is this - a foreign powers took one of our citizens - perhaps even took him from his very home on our land, where he was protected by our laws - tried him under their own laws and condemned him to death with evidence that has not yet come to light, if it exists at all." He smirked. "I would be curious to see if he even received the courtesy of a trial. This is something that I do not think Parliament, as the voice of the Terran people, can let stand."

He looked at Torinn. "As for your dilemma, honorable chairman, I cannot help but incline my support. There is no doubt that the Shintenchi isles, particularly the Shogunate and the Volarians, have become increasingly militarized over the past few years. Our vague-at-best diplomatic relations with them gives me little confidence that our eastern borders are safe." He nodded. "Still, I do not believe that diplomacy between our nations is dead, and an outright military garrison would do little to strengthen the possibility of absolute peace between us. To this end, I propose a compromise - one that will, ideally, allow us secure to our eastern and southern borders without the gaudy shows of force and fire that the Shogunate seems fond of."

"My compromise, honorable representatives, is this. Rather than garrison armies and post ships in orbit around the Shintenchi borders, we build a military instillation in the southeast - a mirror of our own Veritas here in Central Aslund. This new compound, this fort, would be responsible for training new recruits, surveying TNG interests in eastern Aslund and protecting Terran security." He nodded. "This would provide our southern and eastern borders with a first line of defense in the unlikely event of an outright attack, and would bring security to the currently vulnerable southern cities. It would also, I feel, do little to spike any serious aggression on the part of the isles. We are not posting a legion of Triremes around them or fencing them in with walls or erecting a standing army on their doorstep - we're building an outpost. A guardtower, of sorts." He reclined in his chair. "Truth be told, I've been meaning to submit proposals for a series of military instillation across our land for some time now."