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by Chairman_Tiel » Mon May 20, 2013 4:09 pm
Fleet Marshal Arxin Tiel tapped his wing impatiently on the table as he considered the impassive faces of his peers seated around it, as well as the single owl opposite his position relative to the piece of furniture. He was a hulking figure for a diplomat, at least 3 meters high, his feathers twitching every so often as he attempted to find a comfortable stance in the too-small Tien chair.
He sighed, his first expulsion since the beginning of the meeting. All eyes in the room immediately went to him, the owl delegate's beaked countenance looking across the table with a noticeable degree of apprehension.
"I still don't understand why you're asking this of us while we're still recovering."
The owl replied without a hitch. "The SDI requires more decentralized fleet elements to function properly. There's a quota all member nations have to meet-"
"A quota that should have been met by our relegating an entire fleet to you." One of Arxin's colleagues spoke up before the diplomat could finish. He was about to go on, but the Marshal waved him down with a slight gesture of his wing.
"What Consul Marxla means to say is that even we can't mobilize military forces without convening a general assembly. Even just the deployment of the 2nd fleet passed by a small margin." Arxin leaned back in his chair, a look of amusement on his features. "Some of our esteemed representatives were even pushing the notion of leaving the SDI entirely."
"Three battlegroups doesn't quite constitute a fleet, wouldn't you agree, Marshal?" The owl replied dryly.
Arxin bristled. "Neither does the paltry selection of ships the Striigiforme elected to send the SDI."
"Striigiforme is the SDI. We are the glue holding this alliance together." The owl diplomat seemed to consider his words for a moment, then continued. "In any case, there is a human saying I have picked up, recently."
"Oh?"
"Do as I say, not as I do." The owl glanced across the room. "What the Striigiforme does or does not do is none of your concern. You trust us to keep our end of the treaty just as we do you. Those ships are a crucial matter of security."
Arxin stood up, his crimson red uniform bending and straightening as he did so, and clasped his wings behind his back.
"I agree, Ambassador. It's not a matter of those ships being considered unimportant to our mission statement of peace. It's a question of where to obtain them."
"You-"
Arxin cut him off. "Our ships are currently undergoing patrol duties equally crucial to maintaining our own borders. Until the next production cycle has completed, pulling them aside for joint operations would be tantamount to an invitation to the numerous pirates and other unscrupulous characters just barely kept in check by our current defense forces. I am sorry, but we of this committee cannot grant the SDI what it requires at this point in time."
The Striigiforme delegate began to voice a retort, then sucked it down. "Very well. I am certain the other members of the SDI would very much appreciate it if you would bring this matter to general assembly, however." Then, without another word, the owl smoothly stood and walked out the conference room door into the hallway beyond, his talons scraping across the marble tiling.
Arxin felt an overture of relief from the three other Tiens in the room as he walked over to the wall-height transparisteel window that looked over the sprawling cityscape of Cayla. He heard the two Directorate representatives' footfalls as they left the room, and then the quieter steps of his aide coming up behind him.
"Well, that went well." He said cheerfully.
Arxin turned and stared balefully at the soldier. Commander Architus was only twenty standard years old, but was already a commissioned officer in the Centurion Home Guard, the most elite branch of the military. He had hoped to speed up the competent guardsman's promotion by selecting him as the second military representative on the Foreign Relations Committee, but thus far the young man's superiors had not seen fit to advance him.
"Yes, indeed." Arxin returned his attention to the ivory city, observing the detail in each buildings for a moment, and then said, "The next thing we know, the Protectorate's out of the SDI."
"Would that be so bad?"
"No, save for the fact that it's our job to keep us in." He turned back to the junior Tien, but before he said anything noticed a stricken expression on the commander's face. His rebuke hadn't been bad, had it? Then he saw that Architus was in fact staring past him, to the window, and as Arxin reoriented his vision towards the aperture his beak opened up in horror. A plume of smoke gushed from one of the residential buildings below, fires greedily licking up oxygen as they rapidly spread throughout the structure. It was then his eyes also notice a carbonized hovercar lying smoldering at what looked to be the epicenter of the 'accident'. Arxin traced the vehicles route with his eyes and saw it would have reached its climax...here? He shuddered, despite himself. Had it's drive unit lasted just a handful of seconds longer...
Suddenly, a message erupted over the room's intercom, fuzzy, but still comprehensible.
"Taln scum cannot fight wars themselves, so they frame others. Your days are numbered. Taln scum cannot fight wars themselves, so they frame others. Your days are numbered." The message repeated over and over, until a final explosion emerged from the crashed car and turned the transmission into static, then silence.
It was at that moment that Architus spoke. "Cavnin."
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Chairman_Tiel on Tue May 21, 2013 12:54 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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