Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Volary: Volarian Royal Palace

Tiko

Tiko

Draconic Administrator/Mentor
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as written by Tiko

Many weeks had come and gone since Avantia's departure from Volaria to travel to the Andromeda galaxy to explore membership with with the AXIS, and several more since her return to Valore which had been spent in Losenji finalizing the matter. It seemed like months since she had last set foot within her own palace, and it was with some measure of relief that she found herself home once more.

It was not that she did not care for the traveling - no in fact there had been a time in her youth when she had reveled in such things - but the politics that seeded every decision were wearying. Some peace and quiet would be a welcome reprieve from matters of alliances and treaties.

Opening the shuttered windows of one of the many palace balconies she stepped outside and took in a deep breath to enjoy the fresh air. With a soft sigh she lay her hands atop the artfully sculpted railing that encircled the balcony, and for a time at least she left troubling matters for tomorrow. With the watchtowers completed and operational and preparations for impending war underway, she could rest in the security of her country for the time being.

"Staying long this time?" a man spoke up behind her. Kamil.

She hadn't heard him approach, but she felt him now as he slid his arms around her waist and held her from behind. She had missed this while she was away, the sense of safety and contentment that he could instill. It was nice sometimes to forget everything and to just be a woman for a time, rather than the Matriarch.

"For a time," Avantia replied. "There's still some matters of treaties with the UTN to see to, but it can keep for a time."

"Good. I can't perform my duties if you're flying off to foreign galaxies all the time," he chided.

"And which duties would those be?" Avantia replied coyly.

The light flirting was interrupted as far in the distance a foreign vessel broke the atmosphere, plummeting towards the planet. From their vantage point at the height of Volary, it at first appeared nothing more than a comet, but as it neared its destination and grew in size, it was fast becoming apparent that it was a vessel, and in trouble. At the velocity it was descending, there was little chance of it setting down intact.

The tremors of the impact were felt even as far as Volary and Avantia lay her arms over top of Kamil's as they both watched on unable to do much else.

Once the tremors passed Avantia's expression had turned to one of grim seriousness as she quickly resumed the responsibilities of the Matriarch as fluidly as she had set them aside for a time.

"It didn't look like a Taiyou vessel. Take some men out to find out what happened, and to search for any survivors."

"As you command," Kamil replied with a bow before he turned and departed.

Avantia looked back out to the horizon where the ship had gone down, her mind wandering to the possibilities.
 
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as written by Tiko and Saarai

Avantia was seated within the great hall of the royal palace with a pair of guards flanking either side of the alabaster dais. Their white and gold piped garb marked them out as those of her royal guard, and both were armed with a pair of spear like weapons; though, on closer inspection one might take note that they did not appear as any traditional spear. The ends were curved and barbed for melee combat, but the haft was thicker than was traditionally required, and the grip that was sculpted along the length of it was reminiscent to that of a gun. One could only speculate on what the weapons might fire.

The rest of the large hall had been prepared for the arrival of Stryfe and her people with a large table set for Stryfe's men to seat themselves at should they wish. Both food and drink had been set out and were both plentiful.

The grand doors that led into the great hall had been left standing wide to allow Stryfe and her people entry into the hall; though, all to enter the great hall would have been relieved of weaponry. Any of Stryfe's men who wished to remain armed would remain outside the hall - though no less welcome within the city itself.

Another pair of Avantia's royal guard kept vigil at the main entrance to the hall.

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Stryfe wasn't big on the idea of removing her weapons, but she had Nina and Anodyne with her. One was a close quarters combat expert who probably knew who to killa man five times before they hit the ground and the other was Anodyne.

"Cyrus, you and the others stay outside. We'll go in alone, fill me in if someone can get in touch with Mary." Stryfe ordered, "You got it, Big Kahuna." Cyrus responded, he and the rest of the Invictus soldiers Stryfe had brought, about twenty of them, taking positions in the area. Their eyes searching for anyone who might be a problem or any signs of a problem at all brewing.

The trinity of Stryfe, Anodyne, and Nina made their way into great hall. Stryfe donning her usual black pantsut, Nina and Anodyne wearing their usual uniforms and armor.

"All this food and I didn't bring you anything to eat." Stryfe said to the Avorians as she moved towards the large dining table. "I'm a terrible cook, so maybe that was for the best." Stryfe joked, "Anyways, shall we get down to business?" The Invictus leader asked.

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Shanthi stepped forward and spoke quietly to Avantia as she translated Stryfe's words for her. Avantia's response came in her native tongue of Volarian.

Shanthi inclined her head briefly before she turned to speak in turn to Stryfe.

"The Matriarch says that you are guests in her hall," she explained to Stryfe by way of explanation of the offered food.

While Shanthi translated for the Matriarch, Avantia rose from the cushions that she was nestled among and made her way down the steps of the dais.

"She thanks you for making the trip to Volary and hopes that you enjoy your time here, but that she understands you did not travel all the way here for pleasantries. She asks what it is you have come to speak with her about."

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"For one," Stryfe began, taking a seat at the table. "I would like to hope to convince you that joining the TNG is the best course of action. At least when it comes to handing things that aren't very... native to the planet. It has a long history of invaders and random lone wolf terrorists showing up." Stryfe told Avantia.

"I hold no position within the TNG at all, what I'm doing is purely out of concern and to strengthen the unity of this planet as I hope you know. I also want to thank you for your diamonds. I imagine they'll come in handy sooner or later." The Invictus leader continued.

"Secondly, I'd like to offer any Invictus assistance to you if you made it in the future. We are technically for hire, so we don't have a problem helping others out or doing the less important stuff while they do ither things." Stryfe said, "Plus, I think it'd help build some trust if we work together. I mean, I'm sure it's no secret to you how I feel about your relationship with the Taiyou. But, that's not what I'm here to talk about."

Stryfe paused for a moment, "Actually... I did bring back their gold. I was hoping you could pass it along."

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Avantia raised an eye as Shanthi translated Stryfe's words and her voice held a note of curiosity as she responded in turn.

"The Matriarch says your customs are very strange to her," Shanthi translated. "She says that you accept our gift to you, but come to our city to return the gift of our friends and allies to the east while asking us to join with the TNG."

Avantia shook her head as she continued.

"She says that the Taiyou have done more for her people than this TNG. She says that she would not dishonor Volaria by forgetting this and turning to the advice of the people who so openly extend insult to those who have proven friend and ally to the Volarian people. She says that you claim no ill will towards the Taiyou Shogunate but that this gesture is a deliberate insult that speaks of the truth behind your words. She says that if the TNG wishes allies of the Volarians so too must they make allies of Losenji and the Taiyou Shogunate."

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"I never said, once, that I have no ill will towards the Taiyou." Stryfe corrected, her voice becoming firm. "I have much ill will for what their government has done in the past to the people of Terra. Just because they haven't done it to you I should forget all of the deaths? The destruction? The kidnappings?" Stryfe asked, "Call it an insult, call it whatever you want. I did not acceot this gift from them, they insisted it upon me the same way their government has tried to insist their rule on Terra." Stryfe said, clearing her throat.

"Basically," Nina interjected, "Big Kahuna and the rest of our organization are not asking you to pick a side. They're asking you to make sure that when the time comes, you'll have many suitable allies. The allies of the TNG become your own, after all." Nina explained, "We could just ask you to join the Invictus, but... that's not our thing." Stryfe said, taking some time to regain her composure.

The sight of someone growing angry or frustrated probably wasn't new to the Avorians, but to Nina and Anodyne it was a rare sight from the Invictus leader.

"I can't speak entirely for the TNG. I have my doubts they'll ally with the Taiyou at all in light of recent events and past encounters." Stryfe said, "The Taiyou attempts to occupy this planet are what inspired me to start trying to rebuild a stronger, better, federation to protect it and prosper." The Persian woman told her hosts.

"You are quick to defend them, I can only assume my time here will be a waste."

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Avantia's tone sharpened.

"The Matriarch says that these Imperial Taiyou that you speak of are not the Taiyou of Shintenchi," Shanthi continued. "She says that you condemn the people of Shintenchi for their ethnicity and that you judge them for the actions of an Empire a galaxy apart from this place. She says that people are to be judged for their own actions rather than the actions of their forebears, and that these people have lived peacefully in Shintenchi for many years."

"She says she will not support those who would support racism and ethnic persecution against a people who have not committed the acts you speak of."

Avantia moved away as she looked out over Volaria from one of the towering windows that lined the hall.

"She says that it is still her wish to pursue trade and open relations with the other peoples of Terra, but that she sees now that this claim of a unified Terra with equal representation is a fallacy."

Avantia sighed and shook her head.

Shanthi hesitated a moment before she translated the remainder of Avantia's words. "The Matriarch says that a federation that supports the rejection of an entire ethnic group for nothing more than their ethnicity is not a people that Volaria wishes to ally itself to. She says this is the same intolerance that you claim to stand against and that you are no different than these people you hate so much."

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"You do know what a Shogunate is, right?" Stryfe asked, "In Imperial Japan shoguns were lords who ruled over various parts of the Japanese Empire for the emperor, it was like being the governer of your own state. When it came time for war the shogunates would fight for the Emperor. It was their people, their mean, their weomen, aiding the cause, whatever it may have been at that time." Stryfe explained.

"You say because they aren't in the same galaxy, buecause there's smenatics with their name that they weren't involved in the atrocities that were committed here?" Stryfe asked, "And, ma'am, do not ever again twqist my words and insult me the way you just have ever again." Stryfe added, "Unlike them, I have no murdered people for having land I want to take. I don't know about you, but I don't support feudalism and genocide."

"I am not rejecting an ethnic group, I am rejecting the long arm of the Taiyou Empire." Stryfe said, "If the Taiyou of Shintenchi are serious about their distance from the Empire, tell them I'd like to speak to them and I ask for them to officially renounce the Empire and their support." Stryfe continued.

"In exchange... in response... that support will be replaced by that of my organization, the Invictus, with no questions asked. If I can convince them, and I will try, the TNG will offer their support as well."

"You can't be serious." Nina said, looking from Stryfe to Avantia, "I mean, I get it, politics. But... come the fuck on. Let's just leave, this lady supports them and their murders. I, for one, am not a fan of the Taiyou or their friends anyways. I think it's a bad call." Nina told Stryfe, "No offense." She said to Avantia.

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"The Matriarch says that the Taiyou Shogunate has not been affiliated with the Taiyou Empire since the Tripartite was overthrown," Shanthi continued. "She says this has changed nothing in how they have been received, so why would it now? The Shintenchi Taiyou have stood alone as a sovereign people for many years already."

"She says that it is too late for such promises and that the Shintenchi Taiyou seek to rejoin the Taiyou Empire. She says too that if you do not support feudalism then you do not support Shintenchi and that you will find few friends here."

"She says though that you are guests here and that remains true regardless of this difference in positions. She says that you are free to leave when you wish, or to remain and enjoy the offered meal. She expresses regret that your trip was made in vain and hopes that one day an accord can be struck between the peoples of Shintenchi and the TNG."

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"I'm fine with that." Stryfe said, "I'm a supporter of democracy. If you aren't, well... I'm happy that I won't find any, or many, friends here." The Invictus leader told Avantia, turning to head for the exit with Nina and Anodyne in tow.

"I'll have your diamonds sent back within the week." Stryfe told her hosts, "I don't want to keep gifts from someone who proclaims they are no friend of mine." The Invictus leader said before finally leaving, and taking her people with her.
 
as written by Tiko and Lobos

It was a day after Rebekah's initial arrival in Volaria when she was finally permitted an audience with Avantia, Matriarch of Volaria. That Rebekah had arrived as a representative of Dark Rain on seemingly official business had afforded her some courtesy in getting an audience in a relatively timely manner, as well as the courtesy of a private audience instead of the open ones that Avantia held every month.

Rebekah had been escorted inside of the Royal Palace and to the great hall where a table and food had been prepared by the locals - a traditional offering to their guest. However in an uncharacteristic show of tardiness, it would seem that the Matriarch herself was nowhere to be seen.

An attendant took a moment to reassure Rebekah that the Matriarch would be with her soon, and bid her enjoy the offered food while she awaited Avantia's arrival, but then she too was gone to leave Rebekah to the empty room. Just outside the great hall a pair of guards stood sentinel on either side of the gracefully arched doorway.

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Nodding and murmuring thanks to the attendant, Rebekah stepped beside her assigned seat and drew a single hands morsel of food. Not that she wished to insult her host, but her appetite was not yet ready for a meal. Still, acceptance of the gift was measured in many forms. Hence her remaining on her feet.

Respect was measured as the acceptance of gifts. To allow the seating of royalty before all others was her offering of the respect the Matriarch required of her station, and the Agent, despite letting her ex-partner take the reins in most cases, was just as well a student of the academy's studys in political structures.

Though she did wonder, where her host might yet be.

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It would be another fifteen minutes yet before Avantia made her appearance - but when she did she swept into the room with a measure of dignity and grace despite her lateness to the scheduled meeting. Accompanying her was a young avorian woman - a stand in translator while Shanthi remained missing.

Upon finding Rebekah standing patiently for her arrival Avantia smiled and gestured to the table.

"Please, sit," she told Rebekah in her native Volarian tongue as her translator repeated her words into common Terran. "I apologize for the delay. A matter arose that could not wait," she explained.

The ship that had just gone down not far from the city was as of yet still unidentified, but with Kamil en route with his men to search for information and survivors, word would no doubt reach her soon. For now all she could do was await his word, and see to whatever matter Rebekah had brought before her today.

And so she seated herself in one of the low-backed chairs, which were seemingly designed to cater to the winged nature of the avorian people.

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Ignoring the message flashing in her glasses, the Agent bowed slightly and sat after the Matriarch. Folding her hands lightly on the table, she smiled. "Thank you for meeting with me, Matriarch Avantia. Though you may know, I am Rebekah Issane, an Agent of the United Dark Worlds. I do apologize for the suddenness of my visit, but well..."

"I won't lie. One of our ships happened to be passing overhead a while ago, and it noted activity that perked our interests. We noticed you received an emissary of the Invictus, and when they left, they didn't look precisely pleased. As the Invictus are one of the groups on Terra we routinely keep tabs on, you could understand our concern."

Waving a hand lightly, she sighed, then continued. "I know it seems a bit much, but only recently has my superiors began to take a closer notice of the political situations in this region of space. Currently, other emissaries are en route or engaged in talks of this nature or another. Which brings me to the primary question I was sent for."

"Is there anything we can help you with, Matriarch?"

Rebekah leaned back slightly, folding her hands before her once more.

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Happened to be passing by... in secure airspace with no reports of their presence having reached Avantia. She couldn't help but raise a brow to Rebekah's somewhat open admission of having been spying on her as the young woman at her side translated Rebekah's words into the Volarian tongue. If there was anger within the Matriarch though, it was not apparent for the moment.

"It is not often that foreigners come to Volaria from so far to offer their assistance freely," Avantia replied finally. "I'm sure you must understand the necessity for a certain level of wariness at such a gesture," she continued. "I intend no insult with these words, but we know little of you or your people after all, or why you have chosen now to approach us."

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A wry smile touched Rebekah's face, as the translator's words echoed in her ears. "We're very good at what we do, Matriarch, and the bulk of that is information brokering. Out of all the nations we've seen so far, none come close to matching our technologies, and our stealth is par to none. As for why we approach literally out of the dark..."

She shifted her hands to either side and shrugged. Honestly, the sudden shift of policy could only come from one person, and the Agent knew damn well where he was right now. She didn't envy him.

"As I stated before, policies have apparently changed. Talks are being initiated in other locations on Terra, with the leaders of select foreign nations, and of course, with me, here. In my honest opinion, High Command is smelling a possible war if certain steps aren't taken. As for never seeing us, well, your sensor people are probably baffled at how we got a frigate in this close without detection. Wariness I can understand, but the question still stands. The offer is open, and the aid is free."

"Allies are hard to come by, these days, and I'm well aware you know that. And usually they come with strings, but this offer is yours to judge, take, or leave. All we ask is if you'll take our calling card, so to speak."

Another smile, and the woman turned an actual paper card from an inner pocket, setting it on the table. The business card was simple, the sigil of Dark Rain and a comm channel code. This was then followed by a converted credit chip in a case.

"The latter is payment only if you allow it, but we dropped a comm node on the plains on our way in."

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Avantia folded her hands over her lap as she continued to give Rebekah a curious look.

"I should perhaps explain that in these parts it is typically deemed impolite to make assumptions into other peoples land, and regarding the placement of such things," she finally replied.

There was perhaps the faintest crease of lines at the corner of her pressed lips.

Her experience with foreigners had been less than ideal as of late, and these ones had openly admitted to spying on her, and now it would seem were taking liberties with her land without consulting her. It would be much the same as building a barn on someone elses land, and then paying the land-owner for his land that he hadn't sold. It simply wasn't how things were done around here.

She made no move to take the offered payment.

"As it is clear that there is much we do not know of each other, I think that it would be unwise to forge ahead blindly," she continued. "But if your motives are indeed pure, then time will tell."

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An inward twinge as the political slap was delivered, and Rebekah allowed the reprimand to show on her face. The Agent now knew that she was dealing with a formidable politician, and worse, the realization that unlike so many times before, the reputation of Rain did not precede them. As another message appeared in her glasses, she almost failed to catch the swear that wanted out.

"A moment please." Scanning the contents, her eyes widened at the confirmation, and the subsequent update. She closed it, nodding once. "Apologizes for that, Matriarch Avantia, but it is an update on our nations current alliances and affiliations within this galactic cluster."

"So, I must inform you that we are allied with the Aschen on an official level, though, I will add that while the Aschen may have their machinations, we have our own agendas. And I will name it that, agendas. Clearance has been granted, however, for me to more fully explain myself and the standpoint of our government's designs."

"We have been active in these regions for more time than most know of, though mainly, it has been watching. We have now witnessed more wars than we have cared to, and many of them seemed centered around this world. As such, we seek to enter a form of alliance with all nations of Terra, in the form of materials, be it weapons, medical supplies, or other, equally vital needs. And, should the need arise, in the form of direct support in the form of troops and mechanized ordinance.

"Furthermore, alliances with nations outside of Terran independence are to be entered with the goal of diverting hostile intentions from a world that both as its own internal problems aplenty and has suffered far too long at the hands of these other nations. The direct interventions of Mememto Mori against one of these nations were only redirected on behalf of our new Councilman, Dylan Ryder."

The woman sighed, shaking her head softly. "You were right to reprimand our actions in simply assuming that which was once commonplace for us. For that I extend my personal apologies, considering it was my decision."

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Before Avantia got the chance to reply, one of her royal guard was sweeping into the room with an air of urgency to his steps. He bowed briefly before he spoke quietly to her so as to not be overheard by Rebekah.

Avantia frowned deeply before looking to Rebekah.

"I'm afraid we will have to continue this later," she explained as the Avorian translator resumed translating the Matriarch's words once again. "It would seem that a matter of some urgency has arisen, if you would excuse me..."
 
as written by Tiko

With Kamil's departure, and the meeting with the Dark Rain woman soon to begin, Avantia sat quietly at a table in a large hall that was empty save for a translator. Kamil had yet to return, or to send word as to the situation regarding the downed ship out in the countryside, and not minutes earlier word of a second vessel crashing nearby had reached her. It would seem that the day was slated to be quite an eventful one even before the Invictus had attempted to make contact with her.

Given the current situation in Volaria, Avantia might well have declined to speak with them, but the matter they wished to discuss had been that of Shanthi. The Taiyou had assured her that their own investigations were proving fruitful and she had her own people working with the TNG on their end of the investigations, but she was interested enough in hearing what the Invictus had to say on the matter to agree to speak with one of them.

She reached out and pressed a button on a small device sitting on the table which opened a communications channel with the Invictus woman on the other line.
 
as written by Saarai and Tiko

"We're through." An Invictus comm officer told Sonia, "Thank you, Rane." Sonia said to the officer, clearing her throat for the conversation. She didn't want to sound like she had been chain-smoking her first time speaking to Avantia.

"Hello, my name is Sonia Hughes. I'm a scientists with the Invictus and I run their investigative branch for the time being." Sonia said into the line, "I had some questions concerning one... Shanthi Hakkar." Sonia told Avantia.

"Most of the questions are pretty routine, but they'll help me and my people piece together what we already know or anything we might not be paying attention to." The Englishwoman said.

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At Avantia's side her translator repeated Sonia's words across to the Matriarch in Volarian.

"I already spoke with the NPA," Avantia replied as her translator spoke up for Sonia.

Avantia's voice in the background seemed calm as she spoke, and her words held no hint of aggression. They were informative and nothing more.

"You can likely get a full report of the situation from them," she continued. "But as I told them, I know little. I was away from Terra when Shanthi went missing. Her trip to Wing City was not under my instruction, and I can only speculate into why she might have gone."

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"As I'm sure you're aware, I am not the NPA. We've spoken to them, hell, we fund them, but I have questions of my own." Sonia informed Avantia, "I really just want to know if you, or Shanthi, had anyone who might target you specifically or try to do harm to your government." Sonia said.

"If we know it's not something personal we can start looking into criminals, and criminal organizations, domestic and foreign who deal in ransoms or the slave trade." The Englishwoman told Avantia, "Just trying to narrow down the list when you have a planet of billions of people and a city that's not exactly... stable. Better than it used to be, but not as good as it can be."

That was Sonia's polite way of saying that Wing City was a recovering hellhole that fell off the wagon every now and then.

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"You're aware of the political situation out here," Avantia replied. "but I know of nothing personal that would have made a target of Shanthi. And if it were political there are more high profile victims than her to target. As I said before though, I can only speculate. I have been assured though that your local authorities are making headway in the investigation. I believe they have an eye-witness account of the kidnapping?"

She had her own people working with the NPA to make sure she was kept informed of the investigation, though the questioning of Sonja Petralia had been handled exclusively by the NPA.

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"The political situation?" Sonia asked, "That's vague, can you be more forthcoming with what that means, exactly?" Sonia asked Avantia, thumbing through a few papers on her desk back at the Invictus HQ.

"And... yes, Sonja Petralia. She's actually staying at The Palace, it's our hotel in Wing City. Awhile ago the Taiyou and Aschen were at war, Aschen were being slaughtered in the streets by Taiyou and psychotics indiscriminately. Sonja was one of them, we took her in to protect her." Sonia explained, "Mary, the other head of the Invictus, never took her back home yet."

Sonia waved a dismissive hand as if Avantia could see her, "Anyways, being a private military company we can oft go places that the law can't, make connections they can't without a lot of undercover footwork. And, Shanthi was well-liked. Word is she was going to stop by The Palace around the time she went missing." Sonia said.

"It's more than okay for someone to cancel or what have you, but... she's gone. Hopefully not gone in another sense of the word."


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"I refer to the recent joining of the Shintenchi nations with the AXIS cooperation forces of the Andromeda Galaxy," Avantia replied.

She sighed and shook her head.

"As I said if it were political, there are many more high profile targets than Shanthi to make a statement with. I don't know what she might have intended to discuss with your people," she continued. Why Shanthi had contacted the Invictus was a point of confusion for many involved, and Avantia as much as any. What could she have intended to speak with the Invictus about?

"I'm afraid there is little else that I know that is likely to be of use in investigation efforts," she added.

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"Oh, we were not apprised of any such joining or alliance. Usually we'd know, but in recent days we've been doing more policing than mercenary work like usual." Sonia told Avantia.

"I guess that'll be all. I'll contact you if we find anything... alarming." Sonia said to the woman, waiting for a response before ending the call.
 
as written by Script and Lobos

It had been nearly two weeks since Rebekah had arrived in Volaria, but matters of politics and the matter of Shanthi's disappearance had kept Avantia woefully unable to otherwise entertain further discussions with her.

It was for this reason that when word of the incident at Port Astria had reached her, she had set about arranging some time to speak with the woman once more.

Rebekah would be escorted to the great hall by a pair of guards, but both left her at the door to enter alone while they kept guard from outside.

Inside the hall Rebekah would be met with much the same sight as she had on her initial arrival to Volaria. The table had been laid out with a wide assortment of foods, though this time Avantia was seated at one end of the table. She offered an open palmed gesture of her hand towards the seat opposite her - an invitation for Rebekah.

"Please, sit," she spoke in Volarian. "I understand you have been studying our language?" she inquired.

Rebekah's progress in learning their tongue in such a short period of time was impressive, and her efforts to integrate into local culture rather than sporting any expectations that they should cater to her with any sort of special treatment had been fast endearing her to the locals.

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"Yes, Matriarch." Returning the words in Volarian, Rebekah bowed her head to the Volarian Monarch, making her way to the place offered her and seating. Her next words were punctuated by gestures, for her grasp of the language had only progressed so far. "Helping are these," she tapped her glasses, and a point behind her ear.

In common, for she didn't know the proper words, she added. "Technology to translate."

Faintly amused, the woman's mouth quirked upwards at the edges, lowering her hands onto her lap as she continued on her royal host. "Your people are friendly, and have much to talk about. Happy, they seem."

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"The years have been good to Volaria," Avantia replied with a smile. "Though I fear those days will soon be a thing of the past," she added.

Between growing tensions with the TNG, and their recent alliance with the AXIS cooperation forces, the future of Volaria remained uncertain.

"Our way is one of tolerance and non-violence," she offered by way of explanation to Rebekah's observations. "But, we will do what we must to protect those we are responsible for," she amended. "As I understand it, you too have extended a hand in the protection of the Volarian people," she continued. "Your assistance at Port Astria is well received."

She inclined her head slightly in brief thanks.

"The situation as I have been told, could well have gotten out of hand had you not offered aid."

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The woman shrugged slightly, raising and waving a hand. "Thank you, Matriach Avantia, but such aid is something almost born and bred in our people. Laws are there for a reason, and to stand aside to let one be broken would've been no better that breaking one yourself."

The woman's speech was slower and more basic, the wry twist of her face betraying her own frustration at lacking the particular diction. Though she'd missed some of Avantia's words, she'd heard enough to parse together the meanings and amend her overall dictionary.

As she mulled over the previous statements the monarch had mad, she tilted her head slightly. "I see the problem in separating the need to protect against beliefs though. And so I do accept the welcome for the aid, all the more."

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"I feel we got off on the wrong foot when you first arrived," Avantia admitted.

She retrieved a piece of fruit from one of the tables and picked at it lightly, but she didn't eat it. Instead she set it back down and folded her hands in front of her on the table.

"I'm leaving the city tomorrow," she said abruptly. "It's a personal matter though, and one of which I would prefer to not have the entirety of my Royal Guard in tow for. Unfortunately I imagine there would be no end of an uproar from my advisers if I went alone. I would invite you to accompany me."

There would no doubt still be uproars, but after the display of Rebekah's psionic prowess at Port Astria, it was clear enough to Avantia that if the woman was any threat to her then the two guards outside the entrance would pose little deterrent. No, if the woman had any machinations for the Volarian people, assassination was not among them.

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Curious now, the Agent nodded. "I'll accept the invitation, Matriarch. It would be an honor."

Honestly, and the woman was guilty of checking on her Comglass for anything that might be a clue, Rebekah was more than a little curious about this request. And so, in that curiosity, fully did she intend to find out.

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"I am pleased to hear it," Avantia replied. "Please, eat," she offered with a gesture towards the table. "And dress for the cold," she warned as she rose from her seat.

Given the altitude of the city, it could get pretty cold in Volary as it was, and Avantia's remark left perhaps a hint of where they might be headed. The mountain peaks that Volary was built atop were only the trailing edges of a mountain range that stretched nearly the full length of Shintenchi, and this time of year many of their heights were snow capped.

Save for Avantia's words to suggest their potential destination, Rebekah would find little information from her Comglass as to what this foray of Avantia's entailed.

"For now, I must see to some matters and make arrangements for my absence."
 
as written by Tiko and Sokka

Avantia was seated upon a pile of cushions atop a large alabaster dais within the great hall of the royal palace with a pair of guards flanking either side of the dais. Their white and gold piped garb marked them out as those of her royal guard, and both were armed with a pair of spear like weapons; though, on closer inspection one might take note that they did not appear as any traditional spear. The ends were curved and barbed for melee combat, but the haft was thicker than was traditionally required, and the grip that was sculpted along the length of it was reminiscent to that of a gun. One could only speculate on what the weapons might fire.

The rest of the large hall had been prepared for the arrival of the SEC representatives, with a large table set out off to one side and prepared with a wide array of local food and drink.

The grand double doors that led into the great hall had been left standing wide to allow the SEC representatives entry into the great hall; though, all to enter the palace would have been relieved of weaponry.

Another pair of Avantia's royal guard kept vigil at the main entrance to the hall.

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Two men clad in suits entered followed by a few others. Smiling as they entered both men in the front bowed. A man with a spiked head spoke first. "Matriarch, Thankyou for granting us this chance to meet, we are truly grateful. My name is Kilum Vontaru senior Diplomatic Envoy to the Sullen Enterprise confederation and this is Director Damion Teller, of our Board of Directors. " Kilum Said.

"Your people may be more familiar with my brother Admiral Charles Teller from the campaign in the Cybran systems. We are eternally grateful for your assistance in the matter along with that of the Taiyou Empire and the United Dark Worlds. " Damion said before stopping.

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Avantia inclined her head only slightly in greeting to the SEC representatives. At her side stood a young avorian translator with his hands laced behind his back as he stood attentively. When Avantia spoke it was in her native Volarian tongue, and the young male was quick to translate her words to a more common tongue.

"As are we to yours," he began. "The Cybran nation has proven itself a threat to all. However, a common enemy does not yet make friends of our people. Perhaps in time though, we will come to better know one another. Please, sit," he told them as Avantia gestured with one upturned hand for them to seat themselves at the table present.

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Both men sat and nodded before Kilum spoke. "An agreeable statement, we are hopeful that we can come to an agreement here to benefit the prosperity and peace of both our people." Kilum said. He knew there was uncertainty with the Taiyou and while these men where here he knew the Luke was probably being executed as they spoke with this woman.

Then Damion spoke which surprised Killum, "I'm sure you are aware of recent events and the death of Mr. Sullen. We have after all been under the leadership of Ms. Lindsay Holiday who does apologize for her absence today as she is currently on Niihama and then given these recent events will need to return to Cyntori 8. But I hope that these events will not harm our relationship. " Damion said to the Avantia.

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"I'm afraid I do not know of this Mr. Sullen," Avantia replied - her translator continuing to repeat her words in the common tongue. "As I understand it, the SEC is located within the Andromeda galaxy?" she inquired. "Volaria has only recently joined with the AXIS, and I am afraid that we are not yet well versed in all of the goings on of the Andromeda nations that lie outside of the AXIS. We have only recently come to make contact with the United Dark worlds as well."

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Damion nodded along with Kilum. "Of course I suppose I should explain our nation. We started as a simple corporation in the Andromeda galaxy but we have always had a presence around this part of the Milky way. When the government around our sector of the Andromeda was failing the corporate leadership proposed to forge a confederation with the local systems and we forged into a Corporatocracy."

"But enough about our people I would be very interested to hear more about your stance in this world Matriarch." Damion said.

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Avantia raised a brow to Damion's rather broad inquiry. Surely they hadn't come all this way to exchange pleasantries and idle conversation.

"I'm not sure that I follow your inquiry," Avantia replied. "Is there a matter of particular interest to the SEC that has brought you here?"

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"Yes there is, We would like to make a proposal actually." Damion said as he pulled out a small device from his holocommunicator. We are very interested in Volarian crystal's and would like to offer a trade along with a few other items. In exchange for a few shipments of crystals we would be willing to offer some deep sea military grade submarines to your nation. In light of recent events with the Cybran's I feel this technology could help in your defense against any possible further attacks." Damion said.

"But to further things I would like to ask that you allow an embassy to be opened on Volarian soil and like wise on our home planet of Syntori 8. Along with this I would hope that we could have open trade between our great nations." Damion said. "Would this be a deal that you would be interested in?"

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Avantia listened quietly as her translator re-iterated their request into Volarian. Her answer came after a moment of deliberation. Interest in Volarian crystal was not uncommon, but neither was it a good that they exported - save for in the small quantities utilized in their jewelry crafting.

"We don't export Volarian crystal," Avantia explained. "Our main exports are in jewelry, art, and textiles."

She weighed the other request as well, but Damion would be met with the same response Rebekah had when she had first arrived on behalf of the UDW.

"It would be rash and impulsive to enter blindly into discussions of embassies and trade when there is much yet to learn of our respective people and cultures," she explained. "Perhaps in time such requests will be negotiable."

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Kilum sat there as Damion looked to him with a small nod of agreement. It appeared that they were not going to get what they wanted currently not right away or legally at least. It was a good ten seconds before Kilum spoke.

"Matriarch, what actions would do you believe would solidify the relationship between our two nations?" Kilum asked with a smile to the woman. He was starting to worry that this might become an investment and right now he knew the enterprise really needed some deals or Holiday would be after them both.

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"Learn our ways, and our culture," Avantia replied. "You may remain as guests for as long as you see fit."

She rose then from the cushions she had been seated among.

"In the meanwhile I have other matters to tend to. Please, stay and enjoy the offered meal," she added with a gesture towards the table.
 
as written by Tiko

Volarian Royal Palace: Library

"This is Shanthi we're talking about, Kamil," Avantia snapped angrily. "She's like a daughter to me. You know this. What am I supposed to do, just forget about her? Leave her out there?"

"Avantia..." Kamil replied, resting his hands on her shoulders to look her in the eye. "You're the Matriarch, mother to us all. Sometimes that means making sacrifices for the greater good."

Avantia pulled away from his hands and stalked to a nearby window. It stood open and the cool breeze was refreshing against her heated skin. She was angry and agitated, and Kamil was bearing the brunt of that.

"Kamil, I can't leave her out there."

"When the Losenji wanted to build their factories in the south, you refused. When the Taiyou wanted to erect their military bases, and corporations across Volaria, you stood fast. It would bring in more money, more jobs they said. But you feared what it would do to local companies and local business if you brought in foreign industries. Are you going to cave now, for this Aschen male? This man who would see his company exploit your people to make himself richer?" he asked.

"Leave," Avantia told him.

"Avantia..."

"I said leave."

Kamil sighed heavily behind her before his footsteps receded from the library. She stood then for what seemed like hours at the window, mulling and weighing the situation over in her head until she finally moved to a nearby table. Taking a seat, she picked up a pen and began to write.
 
as written by Tiko and barney_fife

It had been two weeks since arrangements had been made for Shanthi's return to Volaria, and she was scheduled to be delivered this afternoon. Funds had yet to be transferred and there was a large turnout on the steps of the royal palace. Avantia was present, along with her royal guard, and a few other members of her court. Curious onlookers watched on as well from windows of nearby buildings.

As usual a translator remained near to Avantia's side, but she said nothing for the time being. She simply stood quietly. There was a tension in the air, but she didn't let it unsettle the air of dignity and calm that she permeated.

At her back stood Kamil, but she had scarcely spoke a word to him in the past two weeks.

Somewhere in the distance a clock chimed on the hour. They should be arriving any minute. The palace courtyard - small as it was - had been cleared for their arrival via bi-frost.

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In the skies, there was little more than a distant rumble of thunder, a rumble that followed by a second thunderclap which resounded through the city like a brilliant trumpet.

A third thunderclap signaled that angry and rather menacing clouds began to circle around the city and especially the Volarian Royal Palace.

The thunderclaps grew louder, more intense, and violent winds began to whip up and around them as the clouds grew darker, crashing with rainbow colored lightning.

It wasn't long until a full blown storm was churning above them, thunder, lightning, and wind cracking and splitting the skies as the storm culminated into a column of dark cloud, much like a tornado touching down before them, a tornado that was crackling with multicolored arcs of energy.

There was a brilliant flash of multi-colored light, like a technicolor light show as Hagan stepped fourth from the column. He was alone, the angry column whipping around behind him.

Standing at his side were a pair of Tech Con mercenaries, weapons at the ready.

"Transfer the funds, and I will deliver the woman." He called out. Shanthi would be held on Langara until the funds cleared Tech Con's account, an accountant watching the readouts carefully, while two Mercenaries held Shanthi in the Bifrost room under the mansion in Knight Island.

As soon as the funds were cleared, Shanthi too would emerge from the column, wingless.

"You cut me out of part of my deal, so I cut you out of part of yours!" Hagan called out. "Nothing personal, it's just business!"

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As Avantia's translator repeated Hagan's words for her, she simply nodded to one of her men, approval for him to begin transferring the funds. All seemed to be going well, until Shanthi stumbled free from the column, momentarily disoriented.

There was nothing but silence.

Avantia raised a hand to her mouth, her eyes reflecting the horror in those around her. To remove the wings of an avorian due to injury was nothing short of a travesty, and many chose to take their own lives in the weeks to follow. To remove the wings of a healthy avorian was unthinkable.

Shanthi took a few steps towards Avantia and the royal guard, but she made it scarcely halfway to the palace steps before the tears began to fall. She had not cried when Joshua had taken her, or when she had been handed over to Cryon slavers. She had not cried when she was sold off to Miles Hagan, nor had she cried when she had woken back on Langara, maimed and disfigured by Miles' butchery. All through her recovery she hadn't shed so much as a single tear, but standing here now, seeing the horror reflected in the eyes of those who looked upon her, the tears fell.

It was Avantia that swept forward, catching Shanthi as the young woman fell to her knees with choked sobs. She stroked Shanthi's hair, told her everything would be alright, but there was an anger rising in the older woman that strangled her words. He eyes were full of murderous intent as she looked to Miles Hagan, but every word of outrage that threatened to tear free of her lips was held at bay through clenched jaw.

"Get out of my city," she bit out venomously.

She had forsaken the translator, and her words were so thickly accented as to be near unintelligible, but there was no misconstruing the fury that fed them.

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The Businessman shrugged. "I believe in equivalent exchange, Matriarch; Perhaps that will teach you, not to cut a man short on a deal, I bid you farewell." He said as he and his mercenaries stepped back into the violent column behind them, and in a flash of multicolored light they were gone, and as quickly as the violent column descended from the heavens, it retreated, leaving nothing in it's wake.

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From a overlooking window, she'd watched the proceedings. Saw the volarian woman sent forward, grimacing as she recognized the overall tone of the situation. Worse yet, she knew those uniforms all to well, enough to guess the identity of the man in the middle.

Rebekah was incensed to see the state of Shanthi, her time spent in Volary lending enough familiarity to recognize the depth of the maiming and its significance. Furious as she was, there was a time and place to exact equal exchange, and this was neither, nor she the person to carry that vengeance out. Turning away, the Agent resolved to learn more about the events witnessed, but later.

In the meantime, she needed to look over what she could find on Tech Con.
 
as written by Tiko and Cream

It had been three days since the execution of Joshua Mattrix and the city of Volary was returning to a state of normalcy for the most part. It would be a long time before Joshua's crimes were forgotten, and Shanthi would forever bear the remnants of the ordeal she had endured, but the people at least seemed to be returning to their day to day lives.

Avantia was currently laying atop a table with her head and shoulders resting comfortably upon a soft towel as oiled hands glided across the smooth skin of her back. Dexterous fingers kneaded at her shoulders with gentle but firm precision, and it drew a groan from her as the tension was being worked out of sore muscles.

It had been Kamil who had insisted she take a day to herself, and to just relax. She had been resistant at first, but laying here now she was glad of it.

The young avorian woman working over her back was good, and Avantia's earlier groan shifted to a sigh of contentment as she closed her eyes. She should do this more often, she thought to herself.

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This wasn't going to be easy. Soneanna was about to face her aunt over the incident that happened three days ago. She hadn't seen her aunt in a few days, which wasn't normal, so under the cover of just a normal visit, she was going to bring up what happened. She hadn't watched the execution herself. The violence of it all seemed so wrong. She had heard that the man had begged for his life, and somewhere deep inside Soneanna, she felt sorry for the man, even if he'd caused her friend to go missing which resulted in her wings been taken.

Been related to the Matriarch though gave her a bit more leniency to speak her mind though, and hopefully she could do it tactfully and without causing her aunt to want to chop her head off for treason. Normally Soneanna wouldn't mention such things or go against what had been done, but some people had been talking where she worked and not all of it was good for Avantia.

A person led her to the room where her aunt was getting a massage. She smiled as the woman looked happy and at peace, something she hadn't looked like in a long time, since Shanthi went missing and even after she was found. She hadn't looked like this until she'd taken that man's head.

"Hello, Aunt. I figured that I was long overdue a visit to you." She smiled, taking a seat near the woman. "How have you been?" It was a stupid question probably, but she still asked all the same.

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"Soneanna," Avantia replied with a note of pleasant surprise as the voice of her niece roused her from her thoughts.

The young avorian woman that had been working over Avantia's back stepped back as the older woman moved to sit up.

"Give us a minute?" Avantia asked the young woman who bowed gracefully and left the pair to talk.

Avantia was retying the laces of her blouse around the back of her neck as she stood from the table.

"I'm doing better," she answered to Soneanna. "Thank you. How's your sister doing?" she asked.

It hadn't yet occurred to Avantia that her niece was here for anything more than pleasantries. Avantia had always maintained close and amiable relations with her family.

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Soneanna smiled at her aunt. "I'm glad to hear that you're doing better." She answered. "Meli is good. She's gone out to help with that crash that happened just outside of Jincai. She said it will help people knowing that the royals are willing to dig in and help. Plus, we both know that she knows how to fix people up, all those years practicing medicine." She told her. "She sends her wishes to you and Shanthi though and she apologises for not been able to come and see the both of you before she left."

And now onto the hard part.

"I've been working a lot with the poor lately. Very busy down there and it's gotten very chaotic too in the last few weeks. I was helping Meli with the medicine. While she's gone I'm going to continue helping down there. At the moment they're understaffed and with Meli gone they're struggling. It's the least I can do."

She paused a little taking a deep breath for courage. "There is a lot of talk down there about the execution. A few people think you went too far and should have at least shown the man mercy." At least that way she wasn't voicing what she thought just yet. "How is Shanthi doing? Resting I hope."

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"Shanthi is doing better," Avantia replied. She sighed softly. "And you, is this how you feel as well?" she asked.

It would seem Soneanna's efforts to be subtle had failed to fool her aunt. No, Avantia knew well that her niece wouldn't have come all the way here just to voice someone elses words.

She made her way to the large double door windows that led to one of the many balconies situated throughout the palace. She opened them both to let some fresh air in while she awaited a response from her niece. It was a pleasant enough day out, and the noon day sun added a warmth to the crisp mountain air.

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Avantia saw right through her. It was probably better to have just stated what she thought right away instead of trying to be subtle about it. She should have known that she couldn't fool her aunt. "I didn't watch the execution but I heard that the man had begged for mercy." She avoided answering her aunt's question for a little longer while she tried to think exactly how to put what she wanted to say without causing trouble or offending. She was glad at this point that she was not the Matriarch. Though, if she had been it never would have gone that far in the first place.

Soneanna had a soft heart. She was too soft and too timid. She didn't like making decisions and that showed with the fact that she wasn't married yet. She wasn't even with a man and there were no signs that she'd even been looking at any in particular. She was glad that if Avantia didn't produce an heir, her sister was next in line, not her.

"I don't know what I would have done, had I been in your position. I don't know what to think of it all really. It happened so fast. But I wonder if he deserved the death he got. Maybe I'm too soft. I just hope that this doesn't start unwanted trouble." Again, Soneanna decided to dodge the true question that had been asked for now while she thought over how she actually felt about the whole thing.
 
as written by Sokka and Tiko

Nalesh had been standing by the outer door in his guard armor for the majority of the time. As Avantia opened the balcony though he moved around the perimeter of the room quietly towards the balcony. He kept his eyes to the floor until he reached the balcony trying to remain as unobtrusive as he possibly could.

As being part of the Matriarch's Guard he knew his duties and with everything going on after the execution was keeping him on edge. He moved past the two before stopping just outside the balcony to take a look around and once satisfied there were no obvious threats he stood just on the other side of the door has he had on the other side of the room.

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"Shanthi was one of the lucky ones," Avantia replied with a shake of her head. "How many women were taken that never found their way home again. How many of them died in brothels to neglect and disease," she asked. Her expression softened though when she looked to Soneanna and she sighed. "Come, why don't you stay the night," she offered by way of changing the topic to something less troubling. "I'll have a guest room setup for you."

Before Soneanna could offer an answer though, the door to the room opened to admit an attendant. The woman bowed apologetically.

"Pardon the interruption, Matriarch, but there's something that I thought you would want to hear," she told Avantia.

"What is it?" Avantia asked.

"There's a situation down in La'ita Hara. A foreign woman, and two of ours are riling up the people about the execution the other day."

Avantia rubbed at the bridge of her nose. "How many?"

"Fifty, sixty people maybe?" the young woman replied. "They're getting really agitated out there."

"Are the police aware?"

"I don't believe so."

"Nalesh?" Avantia called to the nearby guard. "Inform the police of what's going on, and see that they have the ring leaders arrested. Take ten of the royal guard to help the police disband the rest."

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Nalesh moved inside when the attendant arrived and looked up as Avantia called upon him. Things didn't sounds pretty out there but he expected that an execution of this nature wouldn't be without repercussions. He bowed low. "At your command Matriarch." He said.

Bringing himself up from the bow he briskly walked out of the room to go find some members of the guard to travel with him to La'ita Hara.
 
as written by barney_fife and Tiko

In the grand halls of the Volarian Palace, the sound of footsteps echoed through the walls as the young Taiyou prince moved through. He kept his hands clasped behind his back as he moved through to find Avantia.

The Royal Guard likely figured him as another Taiyou diplomat, or perhaps knew his true identity as the crown prince of the Taiyou Empire.

"Ah, Matriarch, I thought I would find you here." The Prince said with a smile.

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Avantia seemed somewhat surprised at Shimizu's arrival.

"We'll discuss this further later," she told Soneanna before she gestured for Shimizu to join her as she departed the room, leaving her niece to mull over the situation as Avantia figuratively brushed her aside for the time being.

"I had thought you departed back to Niihama already," she told him. "I apologize for not extending my gratitude to you in person, but it has been a trying time, as you know. The Taiyou's support was invaluable. Thank you. We won't forget it."

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The Prince nodded. "We strive to take care of our allies, it's a benefit of being a member of the AXIS." The Prince said as he started to walk alongside Avantia.

"We understand a lot of member states lack the resources that we're blessed with, so we make it a point to make those resources available to those who need them."

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"A gracious gesture," she replied. "I'll just be glad to have things returning to a state of normalcy now."

She made no mention of the situation going on in La'ita Hara at the moment though. The Police could take care of it. Kamil had insisted that the world would get on fine without her for a day, and so she put it from her mind for the time being.

"There was a matter of resources that I wanted to discuss with you actually..." she added as they walked.

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The Prince nodded and offered a slight smile. "What can we do for you?" He asked, bringing his hands into his pockets and coming to a stop.

"If there's anything you need, I will try to make it so, within reason of course." The Prince added.

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Avantia's footsteps came to a stop as Shimizu's fell still. The corridor was empty at the moment with no sign of guard or servants to disrupt their conversation.

"In some ways, I imagine Volaria to be very primitive in comparison to the world you come from, but we have advanced in other ways," she explained. "Our military strength is not one of them though. The Volarian people don't lack heart, but we lack tools. Shintenchi has been long stripped of crucial resources necessary for solid advancements."

"Taiyou research has already helped us in learning new and more efficient ways to forge our weapons, and to harness the solar power of the volarian crystal to erect the watchtowers. If war comes to Shintenchi though, we're going to need more than defensive power. Our avorians are natural pilots, but we lack ships. Our weapons are powerful, but they lack versatility."

She shook her head. "We have the funds, but not the years necessary for the research."

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The Prince nodded slightly. "The Taiyou Empire can certail equip and train your people in the use of our weapons." He said, moving to lean against the wall and think for a moment.

"Our weapons are some of the best out there, but we can barely arm our own armies with them, training and equipping your nation would be a huge undertaking." He said, stroking his chin slightly, almost as if he was plotting.

"Your people would have to make sacrifices in order to become better soldiers." Shimizu said flatly, bringing his gaze onto the Matriarch. "We can provide ships, and weapons, but I can't help but observe the fragile nature of your very people. They are not suited for war, even with powered suits and advanced weaponry."

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"Avorians are not suited for infantry and ground fighting," Avantia agreed. "But there is no denying that an avorian pilot is worth ten human pilots. Your people need to learn to do what comes naturally to us. You also overlook that avorians only make up a small percentage of the Volarian population," she reminded him. "Our ground troops are primarily made up of humans. I'm not looking for handouts from a nation struggling with its own resources, only a push in the right direction. With more access to your technology and research we can redouble our efforts in developing our own weapons further, and manufacturing our own ships in time. We can take care of our own, but we can't afford fifty years of research to get us there."

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With another nod of agreement, the Prince pondered some more.

"What is it specifically that you require of us?" Shimizu asked, before he started towards one of the balconies in the Palace.

"I can certainly make it so that technology is shared freely, but you understand that the Empire is a big nation, with many things to offer. I need to know what specifically your nation requires help with, so that I can send the qualified people to teach you. Are you needing research on how to make things like automatic weapons? I can have Seburo set up a contract with the Volarian Military." Shimizu said.

"Missile defenses? Anything your nation needs, I can set up a contract with a Taiyou corporation to fulfill it."

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"Perhaps it would be most efficient if I had one of my military advisers sent back to Niihama with you to discuss such matters in more depth," she offered. "When do you intend to return to Niihama?" she asked.

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"I intend to return once our discussion is concluded, but I would be happy to take one of your advisers with me." Shimizu said.

"As a matter of fact, my ship is ready to depart as soon as I board."

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Avantia nodded thoughtfully. "Why not put it off until morning, and stay here the night. I'll have some Avada Nectar brought up," she offered. "Niihama won't miss you for a day longer."

The invitation was a bit forward of her, and she half expected him to decline.

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The Prince nodded. "I can have the Commandant wait another day, it's of no consequence. That is if you have a place for me to stay." He said, shifting his stance.

"Technically I'm not the one whose supposed to be running things anyway, I'm just a prince." He added innocently, though inwardly he was pondering her forward invitation, wondering why now of all times, did Avantia invite him to stay.

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Avantia nodded and gestured for him to join her once more. She paused briefly as an attendant passed them by in the corridor, and she lay a hand on the girl's arm to draw her attention as she passed the pair by.

"Have some Avada Nectar brought up to my quarters, and see that the guards know that I'm not to be disturbed this evening," she told the young avorian woman.

The attendant looked a bit shocked at the request as she looked to Shimizu and back to Avantia, before she offered a bow. "Of course, Matriarch," she replied before she hurried off.

"Come, it's this way," she told Shimizu as she led him along the winding stairwells that made up the palace.

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Shimizu looked to his left, and then to his right, and his expression softened as he finally realized where this was going. "Very well." The Prince said, listening silently as she ordered some Avada nectar to be brought to her quarters, while this exchange took place, Shimizu sent a text to the Commandant, letting her know that he would be prepared to depart the next day, that he wanted to rest.

"Lead the way." He said innocently, though his look betrayed that wheels were already turning in his head. Dots were connected and the prince had a satisfied grin on his face.

This would be a good day.

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Avantia stood quietly atop one of the numerous balconies of the palace that overlooked the sprawling city of Volaria. Her hands rested lightly atop the balcony edge and worry lines marked her expression. Things had been calm in Volaria since the arrest of the TNG woman who had made attempts to instigate local riots, but there was a tension on the horizon that was so palpable one could almost cut it with a knife.

She couldn't help but wonder if this was all a mistake, and that by entering Volaria into an alliance with the AXIS she had begun a ball rolling that was only gaining momentum as it went, with no way to stop it.

"Avantia," Kamil said from behind her.

She had been so distracted in her thoughts that she hadn't heard him approach, but from the weight of his voice she had a feeling this wasn't a conversation she was going to enjoy. She didn't reply, letting him speak up if he wished.

"Is it true?" he asked.

She couldn't make out whether it was disappointment, or something deeper that tinged his voice. There was an edge of something there, perhaps hurt. She knew he already knew the answer to his question, just as she knew what he was asking simply by the tone of his voice.

"It is," she replied finally.

Kamil moved to lay a hand on her shoulder, the question of why lingering upon his lips, but he withdraw his hand before it reached her and only silence followed.

"Kamil-" Avantia began as she turned to face him, but he was already departing from the balcony and his footsteps receded into the palace halls. It would seem there would be more than just political ramifications for her night with Shimizu.
 
as written by Tiko, Ronin, and barney_fife

Avantia was seated upon a pile of cushions atop a large alabaster dais within the great hall of the royal palace with a pair of guards flanking either side of the dais. Their white and gold piped garb marked them out as those of her royal guard, and both were armed with a pair of vishtafa. Also near at hand was a young avorian male that was serving as a translator.

Unlike Austin's prior visit to Volaria, no banquet had been set out to receive him - likely due to his insistence at being received at 5am. The sun had yet to rise and most of the palace still slumbered.

Another pair of guards lingered at the large double doors that led into the great hall, and Austin would be allowed entrance.

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Austin entered the hall with the same dauntless smile and boyish laughter that had preceded him in his earlier visit some three months ago. Instead of a finely-pressed suit, however, Austin was swathed in black skin-tight armor, a Mercury IV Stealth Suit. He wore no weapons, but there was no mistaking the combat-oriented nature of his attire.

"Matriarch!" Austin grinned, his tone more suited to greeting an old friend than the leader of a sovereign nation, "good seeing you again! Sorry, I had to forego the suit n' tie. I sort of got yanked into this last minute. No time to pick up the dry-cleaning." He came within fifteen feet and bowed respectfully. "Hate to wake you up so early, too. Big shots back in the Wing said this couldn't wait. Something about you lopping off the head of a slave trader." He chuckled to himself. "Some idiot actually took a video of it on his smart phone and put it online. I don't know if you were watching the curvature of that blade, but hoooolleeeeee shit was that a clean swipe. Straight through the C5, C6, cervical vertebrae like warm butter. It was like watching Paula Dean gut a chicken on Food Network. Brutally efficient."

He sighed contently. "Anyway, I need you to have a look at this." He snapped a small metal box off his belt. The device quickly unfolded into a holopad. "Something about 'international violation of TNG citizen's rights' or something, I wasn't really paying too much attention when they told me."

His toes tapped a quiet little echo into the marble flooring. His fingers danced at his sides and his eyes had trouble staying in any one place. Unbeknownst to Avantia, Austin Marshall had not slept in four days. His ability to keep his citofacin in check had diminished considerably, a fact that his superiors had ignored against his urging when they'd sent him to Volary.

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Avantia didn't smile at Austin's jovial demeanor, and in fact she found the whole matter quite distasteful. She had found little satisfaction in Joshua's execution, and certainly not joyful humor.

As he presented the small box off his belt she gestured to one of her guards to retrieve it. With only one of her Royal guard now at her side, the second made his way down the steps towards Austin.

"The rights of TNG citizens don't extend to those citizens when they choose to travel abroad," Avantia replied as her translator repeated her words into Terran common for Austin. "Within Volaria, they are bound by Volarian law, and Volarian rights."

She remained seated as they conversed.

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"Hey, that's none of my concern," Austin held up his hands innocently, as unphased by Avantia's monotone expression as she was by his optimism, "I just deliver the messages. Cut the bacon. Stroke the rooster. Blend the benzodiazepines." He looked towards the steely blades of the royal guards' vishtafa with keen interest.

"Were those forged from multifractured nanosteel ingots?" he squinted at the weapons as if examining a fine jewel, "they look like they were made from nanosteel. Got that gleam to 'em. I bet they swooosh real nice." He looked earnestly at Avantia. "...do they swoosh nice? Do you think I could actually..." He reached pleadingly towards one of the guards. The soldier, stoic as stone, looked with uncertainty at his counterpart. Doubtless no guest in the Volarian court had ever asked to play with the weapons of the royal guard...

Avantia would, most likely, be quite occupied with the reading in her hand. It was a note from the TNG administration, citing their extreme disappointment in the Volarian's decision to execute a citizen without representation, along with promise of a thorough investigation of Joshua's execution and due TNG involvement in the imprisonment of their latest Terran captive. It was as curt and quipped as an official document could be, peppered with subtle undertones and quiet anger. The TNG was not happy.

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Avantia read over the letter quietly, her eyes scanning the words almost impassively. It was a far change from her past amiability, and it would seem that recent events had taken an affect on the Matriarch's demeanor. She was halfway through the letter when a young woman entered with a polite bow. Avantia glanced up as the attendant addressed her.

"Pardon the intrusion Matriarch, but Prince Shimizu is here to see you," the attendant informed her.

The news was somewhat unexpected as Shimizu's arrival had not been announced in advance. It was rather informal of him to show up without a word, and though she couldn't say that she was displeased with his arrival, it was certainly curious. Though, given the circumstances of his last visit, an informal visit may not have seemed too peculiar.

"Tell him I'll see him when I'm done here," she replied.

"He ah... requested he be admitted to speak with the Aslunder," the attendant replied.

Avantia frowned lightly as she turned to look at Austin. She didn't know how Shimizu had gotten wind of Austin's arrival, but what harm could it do she thought.

"Very well, have him sent in," she replied.

The attendant bowed and slipped away.

The brief exchange had been spoken in Volarian, and Austin likely would remain unaware of the arrival of their Imperial guest as Avantia returned to reading the letter in hand. Meanwhile, no answer was offered to him in response to his inquiry into the volarian weapons.

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The door had been opened by the Royal guard, and Shimizu had been silently shown in.

The young Prince had stood out amongst his more elegant Volarian counterparts. Tucked under the crook of his arm was a small folder that had been typed in Taiyou, translated from it's original and digitized form.

As the Prince approached, he offered a small bow to the Volarian Matriarch.

"I ensured your Advisor had safe passage back to Niihama, and was able to procure this in exchange." The Prince said, offering a soft smile to the Matriarch.

After a moment's pause, he handed the folder over to Avantia, and should she take and examine it's contents, she would find a series of contracts written in Volarian.

The first Contract had the logo of the Seburo corporation, it was a price and requests for raw materials, in exchange for the production of modern weapons for the Volarian military. Seburo was offering 1.5 Million units at roughly 15,000 Yen a piece, the contract was worth roughly 22 Billion Imperial Taiyou Yen. The second contract was from Kenbishi Heavy Industries, and was worth one trillion Yen, and it included several million units for the production of armor, aircraft, mobile defense, logistics, and a smorgasbord of other heavy military equipment.

The Third contract was the most expensive, but perhaps the most appealing. The Volarian Monarchy was being offered a contract from the Ten-Shi Zaibatsu. Two trillion Imperial Taiyou Yen for the construction of five Shogun Battleships, two Shokaku II Carriers, six Naginata Cruisers, and thirty Minekaze class frigates.

"These are the contracts you requested." He said in Volarian, his Taiyou accent heavy and mangling many words, but it was clear the exchange was meant to exclude Austin for the moment.

It was then he eyed the Terran documents, and he scowled slightly.

"May I?" He said, taking the document from the Matriarch and reading over it, before he turned to Austin, he didn't make a face, he didn't even seem to flinch.

"Tell your government they have our most sincere apologies, and to understand that any actions that may compromise Volaria's sovereignty or integrity as a nation will be met with grave consequences." The Prince said flatly, shoving the documents back towards Austin.

"The Execution was carried out in accordance with AXIS and Volarian Laws, no further actions are required and would only draw undue international attention." The Prince added.

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Austin was in the middle of a mild game of tug-o-war with the Volarian guard when Shimizu entered.

"Hey! Prince Shimizu! Been a while," the agent trounced down the steps. "God, you've still got that haircut going, huh? I guess Niihama fashion trends die hard." He smiled wide. "And as much as I'd love to trade political jabs with you, I'm afraid that this lil' investigation won't be my problem. Command is sending another agent to oversee it. I just got picked to deliver the message since I happened to be nearby."

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Avantia rifled through the files while Shimizu was addressing Austin. As the pair had likely reverted to speaking in Terran common, and she couldn't lend ear to her translator and read at the same time, the nature of the verbal exchange was largely lost on her. She finally closed the folder and gave Austin her attention once more.

"Will that be all then?" she asked Austin finally.

It was a simple response, but Austin had made it clear earlier that he was nothing more than a messenger boy, and thus there was nothing further she had to say to him.

She was a bit perturbed at having agreed to meet with him at such hours, only to be handed a letter. She maintained her composure on the matter though as she awaited him to either present her with anything more, or to depart.

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"That will be all, Matriarch!" Austin nodded vigorously, "you can expect the new TIB agent within the day. Hopefully the investigation will run smoothly." He smiled. "Sorry I gotta' sit this one out. Being back in this place brings some good memories."

He bowed, turned to exit, before twirling around on his heels. "OH! By the way, if hypothetically one wanted to buy one of those things," he pointed to the vishtafa, "where would one... be able... to..." Looking at the weapon seemed to seriously drain his powers of concentration.

"Y'know can I just like... swoosh it once? Just once? I've got it all played out in my mind... like, the sound it's gonna make, the lightness of the swing..."

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Avantia pursed her lips as it became more and more apparent that the TNG were simply jerking her around and wasting her time. The guards were by this point all but shoving Austin out the door.

Once the TIB agent was gone she allowed herself to slouch against the cushions and rubbed at her brow. She waved a hand to dismiss the remaining guards to leave her and Shimizu to speak alone.

Unclipping a pen from the folder in hand she once more skimmed the contents as she began to sign off on the contracts, one after the other.

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Shimizu silently turned to Avantia in regards to Austin's outburst.

"The Taiyou Empire will not tolerate TNG meddling in your affairs, give the word and we will put a stop to it." He said quietly, watching while Austin was being shoved out the door.

As Avantia moved to sign off on the Contracts, Shimizu took a step back and frowned.

"I'll send someone to the TNG and hopefully this will blow over without incident."

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"That won't be necessary," Avantia replied. "If they intended to actually do anything, they wouldn't be here jerking me around and wasting my time," she pointed out.

With the contracts signed she closed the folder and offered it out to Shimizu.

She couldn't help but wonder if expending so much money into military resources was the right decision, and her doubts lingered upon her face. The matter was finalized now, and she could only hope she wasn't making a mistake in all of this.

"I pray that all of this will be unnecessary. Volaria hasn't seen a war in generations."

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Shimizu offered a slight nod.

"With these contracts secure, your nation will have the tools and the resources to defend itself if war ever comes to Volaria." Shimizu said, tucking the folder under his arm.

"I must return to Niihama so that these contracts can be delivered to the appropriate individuals, you should expect the first shipment sometime by the end of the month."

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"Thank you," Avantia replied.

She lingered within the great hall for a time even after Shimizu had departed and just let her thoughts wander. She had been rash in ordering Joshua's execution, and she knew full well that all of her excuses and reasoning were just that. Joshua had died for the simple reason that Mile's was beyond her reach. He had died as a means to placate the masses, and to seek satisfaction for the crimes of another man.

Patience, tolerance, non-violence, forgiveness, absence of anger... were these not the teachings of the Sui'tara? And here she sat signing military contracts and preparing her people for war.

She rubbed at her eyes to ward away her weariness with a sigh.
 
as written by Lobos and Tiko

The door creaking slightly, the lithe figure of Rebekah stepped within, softly easing the door closed behind her. Noticing an errant holo-panel projected from the unusual rig slung over her shoulder, she flicked it away with her fingers, powering down the device and shrugging it off, setting it next to the door.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, Matriarch Avantia. I just couldn't help but notice not one but two other, eh, dignitaries leaving." The Agent smiled sheepishly, sobering quickly enough as she gauged the mood. "Is everything alright?"

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Avantia looked up and offered a smile, though it failed to reach her eyes.

"Everything is fine," she reassured Rebekah. "The TNG it would seem are upset about Joshua, and Prince Shimizu was simply following up on some matters we had discussed during his last trip to Volaria," she explained.

"Is there something I can do for you?" she asked.

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So that was Shimizu. She'd heard of him from Admiral Grieves, but until now hadn't actually seen the man. Jenovan had also said he reminded him of a snake, though so far the woman had nothing to compare that with.

Pausing for a moment to study the Matriarch, she cocked her head. "I feel it might be more prudent to ask of you that question, if I may, Avantia. To return the favor to my most gracious host."

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Avantia mused lightly at Rebekah's offer. Truthfully what she valued most in the foreign woman was simply her company.

"Tell me," Avantia replied. "How do you feel about the Joshua situation."

It would seem that perhaps the Matriarch was finally willing to discuss the topic she had previously dodged when they had last spoken.

She wasn't sure why she asked. Perhaps she was seeking affirmation to what she already knew, or perhaps she hoped for a sign that her actions had not been a mistake after all. Whatever her reason, she was giving Rebekah her attention for the time being.

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Looking pensive, Rebekah thought a moment, glancing towards the wall for a moment. Sighing, she almost seemed resigned.

"Right reasons, wrong person." Plainly spoken, as the woman turned back to Avantia, crossing her arms before her. "And before you state the obvious, I know you couldn't simply do the same to Miles Hagan without provoking a war." Her next words, however, in such a place, where shocking.

"Which is bullshit." Only the human word, in her mind, filled the place so well. "Hagan is an animal, and that the Aschen are content to let him run freely, no matter how much money or mercenaries he has, is plain bullshit. The problem with the execution is a puppet, and not the puppetmaster, was the subject. And, in the mob's eye, a convenient scapegoat."

The woman's eyes blazed with inner intensity.

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"Thank you, for your honesty," Avantia replied. "It is a commendable trait."

She smiled then.

"I think perhaps it is time we revisited the matter of why it is you are here," Avantia continued. "You have proven a good friend, and your time here in our city has been well spent."

Avantia had abstained from discussing matters regarding future relations between Volaria and the UDW for long enough. Rebekah had done as she had been asked, and she had taken the time to integrate herself into Volarian culture as was requested by the Matriarch.

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"Indeed it has, Avantia. It's been a humbling experience, and that, more than most, is something my own culture could use some of." Rebekah straightened, the subtle manner of broaching the subject having a palpable effect on the Agent.

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Avantia nodded.

"I would be very pleased to broach the matter of trade with the UDW. Our jewelry crafting is one of our largest exports," she continued. "Along with our arts and textiles. Trade with Aslund has been on a decline with tensions what they are, and to open up trade routes with the UDW would prove beneficial for both of our people."

"With renovations complete on Port Astria, Volaria is now in possession of its first - but soon to be one of many - space ports within our borders. The days of the Volarian people striving for the stars will soon be behind us, and with it, a great many opportunities lie ahead."

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"I'm honored, Matriarch." Shifting to business, Rebekah's answering smile did reach her eyes, inclining her head to the monarch. "I'd been noticing the same possibilities myself, and I'm glad we share a common ground on thoughts to that regard."

Consulting her ComGlasses for a moment, she nodded again absently at the figures. "The UDW's primary exports are those of war materials, medical supplies, and semi-produced materials. Of the latter, primarily nanoforged metals and polymers, built to specifications if requested. Given the demands on more comfort oriented items, and the stances of UDW's trading which is of matching the value of goods with that of the customer, I can't imagine it wouldn't be particularly difficult to establish an immediate prosperous state of trade between Volary and the UDW."

"In particular, however, I can think of at least one more minor mining company, specializing in gem and crystal extraction, who would jump at the chance to arrange a standing contract with your jewel artisans, exchanging raw materials and converted currency to act as agents to commission their works."
 
as written by Cream

It had been a week. A long week. Soneanna hadn't managed to catch her aunt all week and she really wanted to speak to her about what had happened with both Josh and Miley. She'd been surprised that Avantia hadn't called upon her to explain why she'd been down on that stage in the first place, but that didn't matter any more. All kinds of rumors were shifting about and Soneanna was hearing all sorts from everyone.

And now it was time to sort things out. That was final. It didn't matter if she was dodging the bullet on the Joshua subject before, now it was time to speak up.

And with that, Soneanna knew where her aunt was but not who she was with or the nature of the meeting. She hadn't listened to the person who had continued trying to talk to her after she'd requested her aunt's location, she'd just moved on. Things had built up so much with Soneanna that now she had the courage to face things. And with lack of sleep it wasn't helping how she was about to go with this.

She just pushed open the doors to where her aunt was, eyes landing straight on the Matriarch before marching over, completely ignoring or not even acknowledging that Rebekah was in the room with Avantia.

"We need to talk. I'm sick of trying to arrange a time. I don't care what business you have to talk about. We need to talk. Me and you about that man you killed and about the girl that was arrested. None of it is right. We need to sort out this mess. People are talking and what they're saying isn't nice, either side. We have to get this sorted, Avantia." Soneanna told her.

It was all ridiculous. The man shouldn't have been killed like that in the first place and now it was all going badly. Really badly. There were whispers that she'd heard from both sides and still, despite Miley getting arrested, people were getting into fights and starting arguments about who was right and wrong. In Soneanna's eyes, it needed to stop and peace needed to be found again.
 
as written by Tiko

"I will see that arrangements are made for you to speak with our minister of trade to make more formal arrangements," Avantia replied to Rebekah. "I trust you found the art exhibition to be -"

Soneanna's interruption was somewhat unexpected. Busy as Avantia was, she hadn't time enough to scarcely sleep let alone see to her niece's personal matters, but she hadn't expected her to barge in, in such a manner.

"Soneanna... now isn't -"

Another avorian swept in behind Soneanna, a member of Avantia's royal guard. The man bowed.

"Forgive me, Matriarch. There's an urgent matter regarding the Xupra refugees in Jincai," he explained.

"Go on," Avantia replied.

"They have brought a sickness with them," the guard replied. "Our men there have all been exposed, as have the villagers. Captain Iyengar is maintaining order, but panic spreads. Several of the Xupra have escaped into the countryside. The Captain is requesting more men to help locate them, and he advises that we quarantine Jincai as a precaution until we know more about this sickness that drove the Xupra from their homes."

Avantia took the news stoically enough as she rose from the cushions she rested upon.

"See that he gets the men he needs," she replied. "I'll be leaving him in charge of managing the affairs in Jincai as I will be departing for the Chemias system tomorrow."

It was a poor time for her to be traveling so far from Volaria, but it couldn't be helped. Her presence was all but expected in the Chemias system, and it would be poor form to slight those who had been the ones to take up arms against the Cybrans when Volaria lacked the means to take the fight to the Cybran homeworlds.

"Soneanna, we will discuss this later, I need to go prepare to meet with the TNG representatives," she explained.

"Rebekah, it was a pleasure as always. We can continue this discussion during our trip to the Chemias system," she added. "For now I must take my leave," she explained.

The guard moved to follow Avantia as she strode from the room leaving Rebekah and Soneanna alone.
 
as written by Lobos and Cream

Rebekah Issane's brow rose at the mention of an illness. Of course, she'd heard about the aliens rescued from the crash on the plains, but that they brought a disease with them was news to her. Making a mental note to initiate a call for a medical relief team, she waited until the conversation was concluded, arcing a brow again as Avantia swept from the room.

It was expected such interruptions would occur with heads of state, and so the woman was not put off by the sudden parting. Turning an inquisitive eye to Soneanna, she quietly cleared her throat, using her grasp of the Volarian tongue to address her.

"Soneanna, is it?" Reaching a hand back through her hair, she offered a soft smile. "What was..."

She gestured towards her, "That all about?"

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Soneanna couldn't believe it when someone interrupted her and then the mention of a sickness. That didn't sound good. Her sister Chameli (or Meli) was out there helping on charity work. She knew that her sister would be safe though. If it wasn't safe then they would have sent her back home because she was heavily pregnant, only a couple of months from giving birth. But that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that her aunt was blowing her off for a second time, and it seemed this time she was leaving the mess that she'd made of Volaria this last couple of weeks behind for everyone else to deal with.

She heard Rebekah speak and frowned. "It doesn't matter, obviously. If my aunt is happy to abandon the issues right now that matter most here, I'm sure that what I think on a certain situation doesn't matter." She spoke, snapping a little at the person she'd never known, but seemed to know her.

"I'm sick of all this trouble. Ever since that man was wrongly executed, things have been getting really bad. And now there is talks of a sickness and she's just leaving. Like it doesn't even matter!" Soneanna was fuming at it. It was rare that she was like this. She was known to be a calm and quiet girl, not one to be outspoken ever. So to those that knew the royal family or knew of them, they'd know that this was not a typical outburst.
 
as written by Lobos and Tiko

A slightly grim smile touched Rebekah's lips, settling into a more serious expression. "Welcome to politics. Unfortunately, whether or not the execution was wrong, and I'm not going to argue that point with you, it's the course the Matriarch has chosen. As with everything else going on, between the negotiations and the mention of an illness among Jincai, the road of politics has become filled again."

Pausing as she concluded for a moment, the woman thought about her own response to the sudden mention of a sickness, triggering the messaging function of her glasses and with practiced, lightning flicks and blinks, composed and pinged the text to the captain of the Purgatory. Assured in the confidence the message would be relayed through the TD network back to the Umbral Sector, requesting a medical aid ship, she turned her attention back to Soneanna.

"I'm not saying your opinion on the matter is irrelevant, for whatever your relation is to Avantia, she seems willing to explore it. However, there are concerns that have to be addressed by those of high political station, and promptly."

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Avantia awaited Rebekah's arrival within the library of the Royal Palace where she had opened the shutters to a large open window overlooking upper Volary.

The Matriarch stood alone with only a pair of her royal guard outside in the hall to ensure her privacy. She wanted to keep this meeting somewhat off record for the time being, and had forsaken the formalities of formal audience.

Her instructions to her attendants had been simple. Find Rebekah and deliver Avantia's request for a meeting of some urgency.

No doubt the simplicity and abruptness of the summons would be a matter of peculiarity to the ambassador from the Shade Dominion as Avantia was oft one to stand on protocol and formalities.

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Rebekah didn't waste much time, being waved through each step of the way through the palace. She'd be in the midst of casually chatting with a group of Volarian nobles, answering questions about Dominion economics and societal structures when the summons had come. Concerned enough on the way over, her own intelligence sources had flagged significantly startling intelligence. Nothing confirmed, all the suggested information was...

Troubling. Deeply.

Striding through the final set of doors, the Director glanced towards Avantia. "You called, Avantia."

A statement, not a question.

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"Rebekah," Avantia answered as she turned to face Rebekah. "Pardon the abruptness of my summons," she offered. "I trust word has already reached you regarding the loss of the Rising Sun. Our investigations have turned up nothing but wreckage. I fear I must assume the worst."

The Rising Sun had been on its maiden voyage - a diplomatic mission - when the accompanying fleet had been destroyed with little explanation or trace of the Rising Sun itself.

"Not two hours later we lost contact with the Taiyou, and all efforts at contacting the Andromeda Galaxy have failed. Volarian forces are already mobilizing in anticipation of an attack. I hoped you might have news from the Shade Dominion to lend light on the situation."

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"I'm afraid I'm in just as much the dark as you." Grimacing, the woman drew out a folded data pad. As she opened it, she continued. "The last two scheduled checks missed their scheduling, and a tunneling ping got no answer."

Tapping the screen and manipulating the icons, she looked over the information again. Turning it around and placing it on the table, she let Avantia see the ping results.

"It just goes on and on forever. It's as though there's nothing on the other side."

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"That doesn't make sense," Avantia answered. "Could something be interfering with the readings?"

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"Not likely." Tapping the pad closed, Rebekah frowned. "As far as we know, no other nation has intruded on tunnel space before. If this is a jam, it's an elaborate one."

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The possibility that the Taiyou Empire had simply ceased to exist was so inconceivable of a notion that Avantia couldn't even begin to entertain it. There had to be another answer.

"We need to verify this," she finally said. "It would take our ships weeks to reach the Andromeda Galaxy. And that's assuming the gates are still up." At this juncture it was a likely safe bet to not make any assumptions. "Your people are in a better position to move swiftly," she continued. "Once this reaches the general public it's going to be widespread panic and chaos."

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Pausing, thinking, Rebekah paced. The logistics for a scouting force to head back to Andromeda were easily handled, yet it was the nature of the disappearance and loss of contact that most concerned her. That both Volary and the Dominion lost contact simultaneously bode ill, considering the extensively different methods that the two used in their travel.

"It will still be a two week trip there, and that's with the medical corvette that arrived. To accerate the process, I can transfer pilots and personnel, trading the frigate here for the corvette. Would there be personnel you would like to add to the crew, Avantia?"

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"I will have Shreya accompany your personnel," Avantia answered. "To keep me informed of the situation, and to be my voice within the Andromeda Galaxy."

Rebekah had only met Shreya briefly and in passing, but she was a well reputed diplomat of Volaria.

"Whatever manpower you require to help expedite preparations is at your displosal."

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"Thank you, Matriarch." Pausing once more to think, Rebekah turned to face her again. "Should we establish contact, I'll request additional assistance for investigating the other matters independently."
 
as written by Tiko and Sokka

Avantia was seated within the great hall of the royal palace as she awaited the arrival of Damion. The unease that had permeated the palace had only grown increasingly more potent in the weeks past between the growing tensions with the TNG, the disappearance of the Rising Sun during a diplomatic mission, and paranoia sweeping the countryside with the arrival of an unknown disease within the quarantined town of Jincai.

Unrest had taken hold within the more zealous of the religious factions within Volaria as well, and there where whisperings that Avantia was solely responsible for the ills that had befallen the country. Damion would note that though he still had free run of most of the palace, the guards had been nearly doubled since the day he had first arrived within Volaria.

Today, Avantia had her customary pair of guards flanking either side of the alabaster dais, but also a row of guards lined either side of the room, as well as the two at the entrance to the hall. Today they where present more in preparation for the days events than they where for Damion, but it added a militant air to the hall.

Once a month, Avantia made her palace available to open audiences, and would hear the grievances of her people first hand. The waiting list was lengthy to get in though, and as of late those vying to be seen had growing increasingly larger. Already the crowds outside the palace had swelled.

The white and gold piped garbs of the guards marked them out as those of her royal guard, and all of them were armed with a pair of spear like weapons; though, on closer inspection one might take note that they did not appear as any traditional spear. The ends were curved and barbed for melee combat, but the haft was thicker than was traditionally required, and the grip that was sculpted along the length of it was reminiscent to that of a gun. One could only speculate on what the weapons might fire.

The grand doors that led into the great hall had been left standing wide to allow Damion entrance into the hall to speak with the Matriarch before the crowds would be allowed to enter.

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Damion walked down the hallway followed by a small entourage of his closest aids and staff. He was conversing with Arianna his Undersecretary. "I want you to go head back to the embassy and try to establish commuications with one of our trade fleets, hopefully we can reach a few of them." Damion said he was about to say more when he noticed they had neared the entrance to the great hall.

Arianna nodded and turned and left with a few of the staff. Damion straightened his tie and removed his glasses and placed them in his pocket. Taking a deep breath he turned and entered the Hall.

He approached Avantia with a briefcase in hand stopped placed the case on the ground and bowed deeply. "Greetings Matriarch I hope you are doing well apart from the current circumstances." Damion said.

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"Circumstances that I fear only grow worse," Avantia added as a translator stepped forward to repeat her words in the common tongue, for Damnion. "I'm sure word has already reached you about the disappearance of the Rising Sun during a diplomatic mission. The ships we sent to investigate have turned up little more than wreckages. I fear the worst."

She maintained her composure on the matter and spoke calmly, but it was no secret that Avantia's niece had been aboard the ship. The loss of any female avorian was a tragedy among the dwindling populations of the avorian people, but the loss of one among the royal family was near catastrophic - especially with Avantia yet to produce an heir.

"I'm sure you're also aware that we lost communication with the Taiyou only hours later. All efforts at contacting the Andromeda Galaxy have failed," she explained. "I hoped you might have news from the SEC."

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Damion shook his head. “I hope that the Rising Sun is located soon, however I must report grave news.” Damion said. “It’s not just the Taiyou, I’ve lost contact with the SEC and so far we’ve heard from no other AXIS member states within Andromeda as well.

“It doesn’t seem we’ve been jammed and there were no unusual transmissions that I have received. Currently I am seeking to reestablish contact with our Nationals outside of the Andromeda Galaxy. “ Damion said.

“I am not sure what is happening but given these events I fear what may be happening. I’d hate to jump to conclusions Matriarch but have we considered this may be an act of war possibly by an unforeseen enemy?” He stated.

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"The thought has crossed my mind," Avantia agreed. "But why then has this unforseen enemy not made a move yet?" She shook her head. "It's too early to assume anything, but it's imperative that we remake contact and ascertain if the disappearance of the Rising Sun is linked to the disruption of communication with our AXIS allies. I asked you here to determine the scope of SEC resources that still remain within the Milky Way."

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Damion nodded, “Within the Milky Way we have limited military resources however, multiple corporate resources are dispersed. With your permission given the current circumstances would you be able to provide them sanctuary here in Volaria?”

“Currently my Undersecretary is attempting to make contact with our nationals, however getting approval for sanctuary for them here in Volaria would expedite the process and perhaps give better control over the current situation, In exchange I would be willing to offer the resources in food, technology and manpower that are available to you."

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"How many people are we talking?" Avantia asked.

Their cities where overcrowded and their resources stretched thin as it was without taking on refugees. It was a difficult situation. Politically, turning them away would severely damage ongoing relations with the SEC, not to mention the humanitarian standpoint involved.

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"Roughly 12,000-25,000 Individuals, depending on how many groups were currently in the Galaxy Matriarch." Damion stated.

He knew this was a lot to ask, given the situation in volaria. "I know this would place considerable strain on volaria given the current situation however in exchange I would be willing to provide funds, food and medical supplies, currently the forces have enough fuel to make it here but more than enough food and water. However with the loss of contact with the SEC they won't last long on their own they could run on supplies out there but it would be a matter of time before those ships lost fuel and lifesupport but bringing them and their supplies here to Volaria would put their food and medicine to use for both our people. "

"Along with the prospect of these supplies, some of these people are extremely experienced including Pilots, engineers and doctors as well as some of our top of the line medical droids as well. I know this is a lot to ask but for my people I am willing to sacrifice all of our goods in exchange for your assistance." Damion said.

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Twelve to twenty-five thousands refugees... it was a daunting number, but turning the SEC away would prove disastrous to continued relations. She weighed the matter a time before she finally broached an answer.

"We will do what we can for your people, but I'm sure you understand the over-population that we're suffering, and the threat of an epidemic at hand."

As her translator repeated her words into the common tongue for Damion, she mulled the matter over.

"We can begin erecting a refugee camp outside of Jhug Hara, and we should be ready to begin receiving your people by the weeks end," she added.

It wouldn't likely prove a popular decision, and she would no doubt be having words with her advisers later on the matter. But turning them away simply wasn't an option she was willing to entertain. The benefits of continued relations with the AXIS nations was invaluable to Volaria.

"I have already spoken with the Shade Dominion, and we will be sending their fastest ship to the Andromeda Galaxy in the morning to try and ascertain the nature of the situation. If you have any personnel of your own that you would wish aboard the ship, you should go speak with the Shade Dominion ambassador."

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Damion would let out a small sigh of relief as Avantai agreed. He hadn't expected her to but this for now was a major relief. "Matriarch you and the people of Volaria will be forever in our debt for you kindness and hospitality." Damion said. "I will have my Deputy Secretary, Kelly Charon oversee the arrangements. The embassy shall begin preparations immediately. "

"Regarding the ship from the shade Dominion, I think I shall speak with the Ambassador, I would like to attend personally. I will arrange a meeting as soon as possible." Damion said.
 
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*Shorty After the meeting*

Damion would exit the hall and turn to one of his aids. "I need you to get in touch with the Shade Dominion's Representative and organize a meeting regarding their trip to andromeda." He said, the Aid would nod before walking off.

Damion asked a palace aid to help them secure an empty conference room and soon he sat and decided to get to work. He turned to his staff that were present. "We've got approval for refugees to stay here in Volaria so we've got a lot of work to do, someone arrange a statement incase we get press questions, and one of you get me a list of the high ranking officals from the trade Caravans, we will be letting them stay in the embassy. " He said.

He picked up his phone and called Kelly. "Kelly this is Damion, The Matriarch is going to allow our people refuge by the end of the week, I'm tied up in things here at the palace and going to be needing to head off world. I need you to spearhead this effort. Get a hold of our people and get some sort of plan inplace and establish the correct contacts here. " He said, "Keep me updated further if any communications come through."

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Monitoring progress reports of the logistics of the Andromeda voyage, as well as status reports on the ongoing shift of the vessels available to her, Rebekah failed to notice the aide calling for her attention the first time. As they pressed more loudly, however, the Director looked up sharply, startled by the interruption. A few moment later, however, the woman thanked the aide and followed them from the room.

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Some time later, Director Issane entered the conference room, thanking and dismissing the aide in Volarian virtually fluent in practice. Allowing them the time to exit, she closed the door behind her. The woman was striking, yet her eyes had a gravitas to them that detracted from her appearance, turning her charms into her tools. Absent was the Agency jacket, yet her attire left no question who she was.

"You requested a meeting about the voyage, Mr. Damion?"

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Damion stood as the director entered the room. "Yes, Ms. Issane, thank you for taking the time in this crisis to meet with me." He said motioning for her to sit. "Given the current circumstances I would like to ask if you might be willing to allow myself passage aboard your expedition.?"

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"I'm going to need more information that that, Mr. Damion." Rebekah retorted as she sat herself.

"This voyage is a blind one. We don't know what conditions are like out in Andromeda, or what caused events closer to here. There is no guarantee of safety on this trip." Cocking her head slightly, she studied his face carefully. "Additionally, there's the logistical considerations of an added person on board that ship. Albeit minor, but I need something more to justify the allowance than asking politely."

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"We've lost all communication with our Central government, and I fear mass chaos if there is a loss in command over there. I do not expect a full ride to SEC space but I need to personally see the situation with my own eyes. " He said.

"I know I'm asking a lot, but something isn't quite right about this, however if you must know I was planning on returning to Syntori 8 next week. I shouldn't disclose this information but in these circumstances I suppose I have no other choice. Our president has been under much stress lately after the rampant attacks on Syntori 8 by Lochlyn Haleys Terroristic thugs. She is planning on taking an extended leave and I am a strong candidate for becoming the interim leader in her stay. I understand the risks, but I fear the worst for all of Andromeda, if there is no nation to return to or a great threat on our doors then I see no better place than to be there in Andromeda. I hear your ship can get individuals there quickly. I'd be willing to pay for passage aboard your vessel. I would travel alone."

"I have no quarrels with the Shade Dominion, our people have always been in good standing. I hope that by standing together in this time of confusion that we may strengthen that relationship. " He said.
 
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