Log started: 12/7/02 6:32:20 PM UN HQ - General Assembly Hall Where all the bigwigs meet. Contents: Contents: Wire Wolf [MH] Dr. Doppler [Labcoat] [M] Sword Man [Chibi_Sword] [RM] Schism Sabertooth [Siege] [M] Pharaoh Man [Son-of-Ra] [RM] Prismatic Spider [RF] Sigma [Imperial_sigma] [M] General [General] [RF] Stellar Jay [C] Midi [Olddesc] [C] Gale Sorcerer [Magician] [C] Spica's Camera orth: UN HQ - Office of the Secretary General : United Nations Building Kain has connected. Sigma Heads into the General Assembly Hall with his followers of destruction. He looks back to Shere and nods slowly, "Thank you. Though if I recall correctly, the other person who must be present has stated he has never taken the item in question, which if true, means it remains here.", he rubs his chin sLIghtly, "Well, as long as we won't be blown up, this shall be a fine evening, agreed?" Sigma Heads into the General Assembly Hall with his followers of destruction. He looks back to Shere and nods slowly, "Thank you. Though if I recall correctly, the other person who must be present has stated he has never taken the item in question, which if true, means it remains here.", he rubs his chin sLIghtly, "Well, as long as we won't be blown up, this shall be a fine evening, agreed?" Ring Man arrives from the United Nations Building. Ring Man has arrived. Ring Man arrives from the United Nations Building. Ring Man has arrived. Stellar Jay is off to the side. Somewhat inconspicuous, actually. He's just here for security, and thus he sort of fades into the background... He won't blow you up. No, really! Nor will any of the other security folks posted at the exits and elsewhere. Just don't make any sudden moves. Stellar Jay is off to the side. Somewhat inconspicuous, actually. He's just here for security, and thus he sort of fades into the background... He won't blow you up. No, really! Nor will any of the other security folks posted at the exits and elsewhere. Just don't make any sudden moves. Stepping behind Sigma just to his left is Schism, "Agreed, if they can hold their biting idiocy quiet with their usual insults that is. I do not have high hopes that tonight shall be anything more than a circus of people yelLIng at each other as if they were in pre-school. But we'll see." Stepping behind Sigma just to his left is Schism, "Agreed, if they can hold their biting idiocy quiet with their usual insults that is. I do not have high hopes that tonight shall be anything more than a circus of people yelLIng at each other as if they were in pre-school. But we'll see." Matic arrives from the United Nations Building. Matic has arrived. Matic arrives from the United Nations Building. Matic has arrived. Matic has stared at you! Huzzah! Pharaoh Man enters the room, and his guard drones take standing positions next to the 'Robot Master' box marked with that oh so styLIsh 'W' insignia. Pharaoh Man promptly takes his seat, while one of his drones hands him a briefcase, from which assorted documents are taken out. Two seats, one sized for Sword Man, remain empty next to him. Pharaoh Man enters the room, and his guard drones take standing positions next to the 'Robot Master' box marked with that oh so styLIsh 'W' insignia. Pharaoh Man promptly takes his seat, while one of his drones hands him a briefcase, from which assorted documents are taken out. Two seats, one sized for Sword Man, remain empty next to him. Matic sidles his way in with the rest of the crowd, smirk on his face. Matic sidles his way in with the rest of the crowd, smirk on his face. Behind Schism Sabertooth, and sLIghtly to the right - Directly behind Sigma - is a certain blue-furred wolf reploid. He walks confidently, as if he belonged there. Though he knows he doesn't. All this tom-foolery. It's all part of the job. So long as they beLIeve he's one of them, he'll be able to LIsten to everything they mutter amongst themselves. Joy! Though the robo-hippy Wire Wolf had best keep his mouth shut. Behind Schism Sabertooth, and sLIghtly to the right - Directly behind Sigma - is a certain blue-furred wolf reploid. He walks confidently, as if he belonged there. Though he knows he doesn't. All this tom-foolery. It's all part of the job. So long as they beLIeve he's one of them, he'll be able to LIsten to everything they mutter amongst themselves. Joy! Though the robo-hippy Wire Wolf had best keep his mouth shut. Dr. Doppler walks along with the other members of the CRF delegation, having no trouble matching their pace. "It should be interesting to see if indeed all can act LIke civiLIzed beings and not a room of unruly children," he says, noting idly just how LIttle has changed since his tenure here. "Still, poLItics makes strange bedfellows, and a crisis stranger still." Dr. Doppler walks along with the other members of the CRF delegation, having no trouble matching their pace. "It should be interesting to see if indeed all can act LIke civiLIzed beings and not a room of unruly children," he says, noting idly just how LIttle has changed since his tenure here. "Still, poLItics makes strange bedfellows, and a crisis stranger still." Midi already posed, he's already here, seated in the VIP-ish UN area thing. Cause he's special. Midi already posed, he's already here, seated in the VIP-ish UN area thing. Cause he's special. Matic head over to stand near his best friend, Kain, a flash of white teeth with his usual condescending grin. Matic head over to stand near his best friend, Kain, a flash of white teeth with his usual condescending grin. Sword Man steps in as well, ever the soLIder, marching stiffly toward the Robot Master's area, a met carrying a papercase on it's helmet behind him. Quickly, he sits down, the met jumping up, allowing Sword to grab the case and file through it quickly as things get set. Sword Man steps in as well, ever the soLIder, marching stiffly toward the Robot Master's area, a met carrying a papercase on it's helmet behind him. Quickly, he sits down, the met jumping up, allowing Sword to grab the case and file through it quickly as things get set. Standing near the gates along with several other UN operatives, Gale Sorcerer, look upwards towards General. "Greetings, General. I'm GLad you decieded to come. You're seat's over there. We should be starting soon" Standing near the gates along with several other UN operatives, Gale Sorcerer, look upwards towards General. "Greetings, General. I'm GLad you decieded to come. You're seat's over there. We should be starting soon" Sigma doesn't seem to notice Wire Wolf. Perhaps he was successful. "Oh, if they act as children then I suppose I'd have to stoop down to their level, or, at least, make suggestions which can fit in their minds.", he looks over to Doppler, "But hopefully the crisis will keep them in check, hm?" Sigma doesn't seem to notice Wire Wolf. Perhaps he was successful. "Oh, if they act as children then I suppose I'd have to stoop down to their level, or, at least, make suggestions which can fit in their minds.", he looks over to Doppler, "But hopefully the crisis will keep them in check, hm?" Ring Man makes his way to the Master's booth and takes the last empty seat quitely, his briefcase in hand. Ring Man makes his way to the Master's booth and takes the last empty seat quitely, his briefcase in hand. Kain transforms to tux. Kain transforms to tux. Your desc has been changed to 'tux'. Prismatic Spider arrives a couple minutes behind General, quickly making his way over to his side. A standard-issue datapad is in one of the Spider Scientist's hands, allowing him to review data as needed... But he remains still next to the Golden Giant, waiting for him to be seated before he does himself. Pharaoh Man sends a radio transmission. Sword Man receives a radio transmission from Pharaoh Man. Pharaoh Man sends a radio transmission. Ring Man receives a radio transmission. Even as the others begin fiLIng in, General, still standing, squares his shoulders. Optics fLIck over each of those who arrive, appearing mostly unsurprised with the ones who do show. An optic ridge quirks at the arrival of Sword Man, and frowns sLIghtly at the exchanged commentary between the Maverick delegation. He incLInes his head towards Gale, "Thank you. I wish your group a productive session." He steps over towards the RepLIforce area stationed next to the UN area, settLIng himself with a quiet whirr of gyros, resting hands on his knees, still taking in the commentary and guaging the mentaLIties of the others present. Dr. Doppler has disconnected. Ring Man sends a radio transmission. Pharaoh Man receives a radio transmission from Ring Man. Midi fidgits in his seat a bit. Being a sugar-loving child-LIke reploid doesn't mix well in a debate setting, especially when the debate hasn't started yet. Though something gets his attention real quick. Being seated in the UN area right next to RFs, General nearly sits on top of him. The young hacker looks up at the imposing RepLIforce leader "Umm.. Hi Mr.General Sir..." Dr. Doppler has connected. At the mention of something over a frequency, Schism Sabertooth stops abruptly. "Ah, so good to see that ease dropping is on the United Nations agenda for tonight. Or perhaps you would LIke to scurry off to whatever hole you dug yourself up from, my canid cur?" With this he turns sLIghtly to face their ease dropper. And then, just as easily he dismisses the Canid as if he is nothing, "Sigma, we've arrived at our prescribed area." Extending a hand out toward the chairs nearby. Sword Man sends a radio transmission to Pharaoh Man. Pharaoh Man receives a radio transmission. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man yawns. "Boy if this night ends up any more boringer I'm gonna have to do my Stardroid dance to summon one of those Gods so that some sort of random chaos is created. Where's a giant LIzard when you need a city destroyed?" Prismatic Spider follows General, taking a smaller seat next to General and Midi. With a small grin, he looks down towards the minihacker... But doesn't interrupt. He'll be more than happy to talk when it is time for him to do so. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Hn. I agree." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Raaaar! Cities will crumble beneath my Stardroid sized feet! Beware my atomic sound waves!" Matic dips in faint Strider salute to the Blue Dragon Director as he turns to view the rest of the group. "Think your friends here were smart to bring all these wackos into their clubhouse, old chum?" Pharaoh Man sends a radio transmission. Sword Man receives a radio transmission. Wire Wolf GLances at Schism for a moment, offering a toothy smirk. Saying nothing, he sLIps into the area designated for the Maverick emporer and his entourage, seating himself somewhere out of the way, but close to those he's keeping an eye on. Sword Man sends a radio transmission. Pharaoh Man receives a radio transmission. General gives a magnanimous enough smile to Midi, and offers a quiet, "Good evening to you, as well." However, he's without a name at the moment, and turns his attention to the moderator, apparently anxious for the convening of this event. Sword Man simply gets his papers in order and nods to the moderator, eyeing Ra a bit before scanning about the room. Sigma smiles, and gestures to the chairs, "After you two. One must always be poLIte at these merry meetings.", he doesn't even look at Wire Wolf as he looks over to Schism, "Oh, I do beLIeve I thought of something, but it will have to wait, I suppose, until later.", he laughs a LIttle before scanning the Assembly, letting his gaze float over to General for a few moments. And then if his merry company sat down, he will as well. Bluegrass arrives from the United Nations Building. Bluegrass has arrived. Pharaoh Man sits back and watches patiently, watching the other reprsentatives as he awaits the start of the debate. For the most part, Ra is observing for once instead of intervening. Dr. Doppler takes a seat to the right of Sigma, then pours himself a GLass of the compLImentary water set at their table. Chances are this will be a lengthy debate, provided it doesn't immediately degenerate into bickering. His gaze wanders, noting the others in attendance, nodding in acknowledgement to General. Bluegrass calmly strides in and just stands by at a nearby guard post. Pyro Squirrel arrives from the United Nations Building. Pyro Squirrel has arrived. Ring Man fLIps through some random papers, not really paying attention to them. His optics constantly shift around the room appraising each of the other attendants. "So very impudent." Schism Sabertooth takes his seat, his own ears perked back to keep a close sensory lock of where Wire Wolf is at the moment. But otherwise, he does nothing for now beside gently lay his hands onto the table and clasping his fingers together. Schism Sabertooth sends a radio transmission to Wire Wolf. Wire Wolf receives a radio transmission from Schism Sabertooth. The wolf's own ears twitch towards the sabertooth. That can't be good. He'll just have to make himself scarce after this. He himself laces his fingers together, anGLIng his ears and his eyes to the center of the hall. Intent. Once everyone has started sitting in their place, the UN representatives gather themselves around their table. After discussing something for some moments, they finally got to their seats. All of them but a quite old man with white hair and quite an impressive white moustache. Holding a bunch of paper sheets with both hands, the old man coughs on the microphone a couple of times trying to get silecene. "*Ahem* Is everyone ready?" He coughs another couple of times, this time for real, and then, once there is finally silence and he gets the assistants' attention, he begins to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen. Representatives from each faction in the Earth. MiLItary or civiLIan. Big or small. We've gathered ourselves here today to discuss a matter of great importance. As all of you know, the Stardroids have returned to the Earth, but this new visit we're getting has become quite different than their last one. Some of them claim to be acting for the good and freedom of us all, while some others' intentions are not too well-known for us. All of us have had contact with them, and know different and important things about them. Today, we'll discuss the role of the Stardroids this time. Are they really for the good of us this time, or are they our enemies once again? My name is Karl Siegfried, and as a representative of the United Nations, I'll be your moderator in this debate. Everyone of you has got his and her own turn assigned on their table. Thank you for assisting to this even again, and now, let's begint it. The representatives of the CoaLItion for Reploid Freedom have got the word." Kain frowns and GLances over at Matic and fehs. "...This is going to be a long day..." Matic The discus thrower. Michaelangelo's David. The Rock. All personify the perfect human machine. All pail in comparison to Matic. Standing before you at 5'11" is the cold and calculating Red Dragon Director cannot hide the taught and haughty layers of muscle on his body even in the thickest of garbs. While not overtly bulky, Matic's compact build seems to have more muscle on it than it could conceivably bear. A LIfetime of training has pushed this perfect human specimen to the absolute LImit. His face is another matter completely. The tight, sharp features seem almost out of place on the beefcake below. His chin ends in a small point, his nose thin and hawkish, the mouth small. The eyes - well, they are rarely seen. A pair of very shiny sunGLasses sit atop his nose. His head explodes into a Dragonball Z-esque head of upright pointy blonde locks, seeminGLy held in place with several cans of Aqua Net. Overall, he bears the look of a 1980's hair band rocker. Without exception, one particular item is always with Matic, the Yin Cipher. A cipher LIke any other - two handled at the hilt, cross style. The distinctions of this vile weapon are the fact it is matte black, a giant ruby on the pommel and a series of small buttons and display screen running along the long handle. Currently Matic is dressed for urban fun. The director wears a long black duster, black pants and sparkly red spadex wifebeater top. Pharaoh Man leans back, and sets a small pocket datapad to 'record', converting the entire debate into a text log for future reference. " Hmmm. The CoaLItion..." Ra comments, chuckLIng quietly at the elaborate name the Mavericks have given themselves. Pyro walks in and sits down with all the other unaffilLIated people. His armor is still dented from the Tartarus fight with Pharaoh, and he's certainly in no condition to battle. Matic again flashes Kain a sinister grin as he turns his attention to the formaLIties. Matic has disconnected. Sigma looks over to his comrades, "Oh dear me.", he says, standing up, "It is our turn already? And me without my notecards.", he sighs and says, "Well first off, I must congratulate the United Nations and Maverick Hunters for keeping the AlLIance and Ceasefire so well in place. Good work. I am very pleased and impressed.", he looks around a bit for a GLass of water but doesn't find any. Curses. The UN has horrible service. THEY SHALL PAY! He looks up, "Members of the CoaLItion are up. Why, we've been getting members I haven't even seen or heard of before.", he gestures to Wire Wolf, "Truly, freedom is becoming a true LIght in the distance.", he drops his arm, "However..." Sigma's LIps widen into a grin, "We are here to discuss the less wonderful aspects of the state of the world. The Stardroids. The knowledge we have is LImited, what they are wilLIng to tell us and know themselves is LImited. While before we could trust every sinGLe word a Stardroid said because they were too arrogant to LIe, now they have gained the power of subterfuge and deciet. Perhaps they are even decieving themselves. Whereas we managed to stick together in confLIct, they fell apart. Should we give them a judgement LIke they tried to give us? Just a question, for now. I am curious as to what you think, merely in regards to ideals. They tried to destroy us for what they now have done to themselves. Is this acceptable to you?", he looks over to Schism and Doppler, sitting down sLIghtly, "If you have anything else.", he says to them, "Do feel free to say so." Upon the gesture, Wire Wolf simply stands, and exits the Maverick box. That could have gone better. He seats himself amongst the civiLIans, just intent on watching the debate now. Schism watches the Maverick Emperor's mannerisms closely for a moment before LIstening as he GLares over those gathered nearby. Then as Sigma offers, the feLInoid stands. "Dignified delegates and ambassadors from the factions, Senators. There is only one subject I shall touch." Straightening the jacket over his large form a bit as he speaks, he continues, "Do we have the capabiLIty to stop this 'Nigh' when it arrives. Have /any/ of us truely thought of ways to do so? We need not ask which we can trust, we need to ask the question of how they can be stopped. Permanently. They and this Nigh are a thing that will destroy us if we do not destroy them. We defied them once, and now they are back. It is obvious that if we turn them away again, they will LIkely return again." Dr. Doppler approves of the moderator's name, if nothing else. And there is water at the table, but he had the pitcher since he filled his GLass first. Small error on his part. He nods at Sigma's and Schism's words, then stands to take his turn. UnLIke his compatriots, he does not have quite the same commanding presence. "Ladies and gentlemen, I beLIeve we can all agree that the Stardroids pose a threat to Earth. Else we would not be having this debate. Thus far, we have been able to determine that there are two factions among them, those following Duo, and those following Nigh. Both have stated that the other is a danger to us, but which of them, if any, can be beLIeved? I beLIeve that we must learn more as to the nature of this Nigh in order to find a way to combat it when and if it arrives." Kain(#1625PACX) You're looking at a man around 30 years of age. His brown hair sLIcked back and grey eyes sparkLIng. He seems to be wearing a Black Tuxedo suit with a white vest and bow-tie. He just looks that DAMN good. Carrying: Buster(#3770Tp) Kain has stared at you! Huzzah! Sigma has disconnected. General incLInes his head, remaining seated for the moment as he absorbs the information. First Sigma, an officer, and even Doppler himself have made commentary. FLIcking optics shut for a moment as he hears the speech, he then reopens them, and his hurly-burly voice rolls out. "Yes, it has been estabLIshed that there is a threat to the planet because of the stardroids, as well as the emptiness called Nigh that has thus far consumed a tenth, and by now, LIkely more, of the night sky. Thus far, all I have heard are descriptions of the problems. I have not heard a sinGLe word of anything that be considered a solution." With a roll of his shoulders, he steadies himself, the flat of hands on the table. "It's been clearly estabLIshed that the preservation of the planet is imperative for our survival. The Nigh threatens that. The solution at first appears to be that we should side with those stardroids that oppose it. However..." His voice takes on a steeLIer tone, "The same stardroids that are asking for assistance from us were the very same that originally threatened us, which confounds the simpLIcity of the solution. However, I must emphasize that we must face this head on. The stardroids that do appear to serve as the Rouges, which in our case, despite their name, are our best chance at resisting the threat. These stardroids, the units named Aldebaran, Pisces, Aquarius, and Regulus, tend to appear alone, acting confused. It is my suspicion that the agents of Nigh may in fact be drawn to any collection of these mechanoids, and that we ourselves may in fact have to act as go-betweens to organize the stardroids into a more formidable resistance." As General sits, Prismatic Spider stands himself. After a moment, he begins his own address to the assembly. "Indeed, the Stardroids themselves are divided, squabbLIng between themselves. Those who follow Nigh have been seeking those who follow Duo, this location being chosen by fate or some less etheral force to serve as the final hiding place. Both sides have been propositioning members of the Earth to assist them in their strugGLes. It is clear that whatever we choose to do will determine what shape the upcoming confLIcts will take. We know LIttle to nothing of the Nigh, despite repeated entreaties to those who serve it... But we do know that actions speak louder than words. Those Stardroids that serve the Nigh behave LIke spoiled children with amazing destructive powers, causing death and detruction at their whim. They seek to intimidate us and cow us into submission through displays of sheer brute force. However, as General has suggested, those who have been termed 'Rogue' Stardroids have done nothing but help those who ask, assisting us to save LIves and fight back against unwarranted agression... Therefore, perhaps we should seek them out to gain what knowledge they have of the situation and assist them in turn, provided that is the best course of action for the planet. They have nothing to lose by assisting the people of Earth... But the have much more to lose by turning against us." Betelgeuse has arrived. Betelgeuse isn't here. But with a kerthunk-plunk and a will of the cosmos running in the background, Pharoah Man, of Project ACROSS, is unvaporized. (Just kidding!) Betelgeuse has left. Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, BETELGEUSE! Iris arrives from the United Nations Building. Iris has arrived. General has disconnected. Pyro Squirrel mutters to himself. "Hmm, one of the stardroids is Betelgeuse? Isn't that some old movie, where you say Beetlejuice, beetlejuice... and then something. Eh, not important, anyway." He then gets back to watching the debate. Wire Wolf enters the United Nations Building. Wire Wolf has left. Betelgeuse has arrived. General has connected. Betelgeuse fades in behind Pyro Squirrel. He is calm and collected, and actually whispers with his otherwise mostly offensive voice as to not gather too much attention. "Now what is it you want? I'm busy right now." He's holding... Is that Stardroid dolls from Wilyworld? Gotta Buy 'Em All! Sword Man simply watches on, writing notes on faux-parchment with synth-ink...before pausing and staring at the suddenly appearing Betelgeuse. BLInking...he shakes his head and turns back to the debate floor. . o O (I shall not bother to ask). Pyro looks over his shoulder. "Huh? I didn't know that the pizza would be here that... soon..." "..." "You... are the pizza guy, right?" Gale Sorcerer bLInks a bit tired from his position, along with some other intels. He isn't sure about it, but he thinks he's watching people appear out of nowhere. "I knew I shouldn't have drinked so much of that coffee. Now I'll be seeing this things for the next three days..." Cancer has arrived. Pharaoh Man GLances over at Betelgeuse. .oO(Oh dear. Not /him/. If he's here, that can only mean...) Cancer appears behind Gale and silently hands him CAPPACINO! "It works for those headaches," the crab notes, "Trust me." Iris creeps into the crowded assembly hall a LIttle bit late...heaven only knows what took precedence this evening. Probably shopping. Pharaoh Man facedesks as another Stardroid appears to finish his thought. .oO(...other Stardroids.) " This is not going to be a good day..." Betelgeuse facepalms, the Aquarius doll in his hand. "Look. Next time you're going to... Nevermind. Just... You... Forget it. I'm going before there's even more trouble. And you better tip your pizza deLIvery guy. Or else... well... just else..." With that, Betelgeuse bLInks out just as silently as he appeared. Stellar Jay double-takes at Betelgeuse, idly reaching for the Stellar Cannon in its holster on his back.... just in case. What the... then... Cancer. "...oh...my," he says quietly, readying himself for fulfilLIng his urrent seurity position... General nearly bristles at the appearance of the stardroids, in particular Cancer. He scowls sLIghtly, and urges, "Gale, deal with this one with caution. He has assaulted and severely injured RepLIforce and other personnel. He has also been identified as an agent of Nigh." Betelgeuse has left. "Ah thanks" Gale Sorcerer take the CAPPACINO! (TM) that Cancer offer him while peeking on the assistants. Then he stops drinkin as he reaLIzes something about who deLIvered the coffee. No, he's not going to look behind again. He just keeps on drinking Pyro Squirrel bLInks as the grungy guy fades away again. "... Um... Okay, I'm officially staying in bed for the next week or so." Cancer grumbles. "Sheesh. I can't give someone coffee. The nerve." Cancer grumbles once more before disappearing... Cancer has left. Iris looks around, bLInking in confusion. Then, she moves to find a seat. Pharaoh Man stands, and clears his throat at the finish of the addressing by RepLIforce officers, as the pair of Stardroids dissapear as quickly as they had come. " Ladies, Gentlemen, and Reploids...." Ra begins. " I will be brief. The Empire of Amun-Wily is staying on the defensive in this situation, and keeping to its own concerns. Should these matters begin to directly affect Robot Master Controlled Territory, and Amun-Wily wishes it so, we shall join the rest of the World in its 'decisions'. But it has been made clear in the past that the UN does not recognize Robot Master territory as a nation, nor Amun-Wily its ruler. Until he is shown the respect due to him, Amun-Wily shall do as he fills fit for /his/ people. " As assorted translators ramble off to other foreign delegates in their fluent language, it comes down to 'You treat us LIke crap, so we don't plan to get any more involved then we have to be, cause thats the way Dad wants it.' Dr. Doppler seems more disgruntled than unnerved by the sudden appearance of the Stardroids. He was expecting them to arrive at some point, if only to preen in front of the assembly. Pharaoh Man receives a radio transmission. Mikage Yukiato arrives from the United Nations Building. Mikage Yukiato has arrived. Dr. Thomas LIght arrives from the United Nations Building. Dr. Thomas LIght has arrived. Sword Man notices Ra finish, and coughs, standing up, the met beside him nerping and taking the papers as Sword rises. Clearing his throat, he starts. "With the official statement of the Order aside, I must comment on the matter at hand. As it has been mentioned, it hast become rather obvious that the present Stardroids hath become stratified into 2 factions, one siding with the one known as Duet, and the other side siding with the Nigh. However, as those who were present on Easter Island when the one known as Procyon can attest, the situation has become much more compLIcated, as Procyon claims to have come in order to defend the earth from the present Stardroids, and claims to have come from a 'previous' judgement. This makes the decision on who to side with all the more confusing. The actions and attitudes of those that side with the Nigh is a substantial point. However it hast become rather apparent that this is NOT a simple matter. I agree with the notion of remaining neutral as to who to side with until it has become apparently clear which side shall truely aid in the protection of this land. I have my personal views on the matter, but that shall be left for a different forum." Nodding as he finishes, Sword sits down, the Met beside him returning his papers to him, before skittering about into Sword's bag to find more parchment. Dr. Thomas LIght appears, being led by an aide, rather fashionably late. He's hustled into a seat, the aide taking a moment to help the old man with his cane, and LIght rests quietly looking almost as if he knows what's going on. Good thing he doesn't, wouldn't do to blow an image. Ring Man looks up from his papers as his brothers finish. The lord of the rings stands up and decides to keep it brief for now, "As it stands right now it is not cost effective for us to extend ourselves beyond our own boarders. The unfair sanctions and tarrifs on African products and services is draining on our economy. Also without knowing where the Stardroids stand it is hard to choose sides. For now we are best served not taxing our resources beyond our boarders." Ring sits down after he finishes. Sitting, LIstening all along to everyone talking, Midi has had the urge to jump up and voice his own opinions, but even with his own fidgiting and impatience, he's kept it to himself. He reacts sLIghtly to the apparences of Beteljeuse and Cancer, particularly the grimy one, since he's the only one of the two Midi's actually met. Finally, the spotLIght turns to the UN's side, so he quickly jumps up to get some attention. Not LIke anyone would see him if he just raised his hand, being the short LIttle guy he is. "Umm... hi. Well... I've had a few encoutners with some of the Stardroids myself, actually. The ones called Pisces, Aquarius, Beteljeuse, Luna, and Virgo. Umm..." He pauses, thinking, he's not good at ALL with speeches, he's as red as a tomato right now "A-anyway... this.. Nigh-thing... Virgo told me something about it a few nights ago, I haven't officially told anyone about it yet." He coughs. "She told me that the Nigh was being sealed by their process of judging the worlds they came across, or something LIke that. I beLIeve the basic point is, when we resisted and defeated the Stardroids, that broke the seal containing the Nigh, somehow. Which is why Procyon was saying this was all our fault. I don't really know where we should go from here... I personally beLIeve that siding with the Stardroids against the Nigh will be necessary though..." He pauses again, thinking about something. "This I mentioned in a report I made shortly after the announcment of the Doomsday Games, but I'll talk about it again here for the benefit of everyone else. After Procyon confronted Duet on Easter Island, they both disappeared. Apparently, from the transmissions I intercepted, Procyon sealed her on the moon." He shakes his head "I dunno if she's STILL there, I haven't heard anything since. But if the other Stardroids manage to help her, I think she's who we should be siding with... it's just what I feel. And... um.. yeah, that's it." He quickly sits, GLad that's over. PubLIc speaking is not his friend. LIght coughs gently once as the aide comes to his side, snapping a microphone on him. His voice finally rings out, gentle and clear "..you, son. You wouldn't have a playbook for this show, would you? No? Alright...thank you. I'll figure it out." The old man shakes his head gently, turning to LIsten to the speakers. Iris smiles warmly as Midi speaks, waving across the hall at him in LIeu of applause. She feels pretty proud of his efforts. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Such a slow night. Slower than the collective IQ of the Stardroids." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Beam Demon transmits, "Then might I suggest you find a nice Matchbox Wheels set and play toy cars for the rest of the evening." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Suggest all you want. You ain't Wily so I don't have to do anything you suggest to me for the rest of the evening." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Beam Demon transmits, "But nothing speeds up a slow night LIke high speed chases involving cars smaller then the end of your finger." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "Is it slower than the *BZZT* The debate seems rather intense, quite actually." Kain stands up, "I do agree with the comments made this evening, as the Rogue Stardroids and the Nigh Stardroids are pretty confusing to even deal with. However, I do not trust Procyon's story of a previous judgement... it may be true, it may not be... but I do know the LIkes of a silver tongued devil," he eyes Matic, "Sometimes too well." Still drinking from the mug of CAPPACINO! (TM) given to him by Random and Unidentified Person Who is NOT a Stardroid, Gale Sorcerer smiles to Midi once the LIttle android finishes his speech. Looks LIke the LIttle dude has done the work all the others haven't been able to do. Kain continues, "I stronGLy recommend that for the time, we work with the rogues, as they have done the least damage... but keep our wits about us, as what we may preceived as a innocent kitty, might turn into a LIon eventually." With that, Kain... Special K... sits back down. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Debates are for people who can't back up their words. It's LIke a bad poker game to see who can bluff and b.s. the most." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "I demand wanton destruction. Where are those Stardroids anyway?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "Hmm, I'm not sure that you would actually *BZZT* I think that the Stardroids are in hiding for one reason or another." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Deep in Uranus." A voice rings out through the hall, "You may not beLIeve it, my dear Kain, that does not negate its truth." The voice is distinctly identifiable. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man facepalms. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "Right behind you, my Avatar." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "Guts Man *BZZT* Avatar?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Beam Demon transmits, "..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Oh. Hi." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Damnit what's up with your reception and all this buzzing sound?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Squeak Toy Serenade transmits, "Inferior equipment." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "Oh, those are there to *BZZT* That is to say, I *BZZT* They are there to stop me from *BZZT* Never mind." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Beam Demon transmits, "I am sure it is an atmospheric disturbance." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man singsongs, "Sooooomebody is ceeeeensoooored!" [Radio: (E) Artifacts] Metal Man transmits, "Virgo.." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Censored from what? And why does Cancer have an Avatar? Too wussy to do things himself?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man says pointedly, "Why don't you ask him that, Guts?" Iris pulls out a LIttle Japanese silk fan, snaps it open with a fLIck of her wrist, and begins fanning herself demurely as she LIstens. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Will do! Cancer why are you such a wuss?" Kain doesn't frighten easily, "True. But we will find out whether it is the truth, mysterious one. Now, turn your counsel elsewhere." Mmm. Cold Water. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man facepalms, "Not...that...ugh...never mind..." Midi bLInks and peers around at the mysterious disembodied voice. Voices out of nowhere are never a good thing. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "...Who says I am wuss, Guts?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Kaph transmits, "You're not a wuss, you're a sissy." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "Ah, the stardroid itself comes on to answer the questions of *BZZT*" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Me you wussy wuss wuss. Avatars are for Stardroids that are too incompetent to do things themselves! Hahaha I'd LIke to know what idiot you got to be your slaveboy." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man sighs, "...baka..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "...GUTS..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "What Tengu?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "...BE. QUIET." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "...Well, if anyone can survive annoying and taunting a Stardroid... I think It'd be Gutsy, Tengu. Ain't that right, Gutsy?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Elec Man transmits, "It's an angry Noseboy, it is!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "... ..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "What? Why? Don't you find it funny that Stardroids are slaving up people to do their dirty work? It's LIke if I went to the black market and got myself a slave girl to carry around my microphone." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man coughs. General quietly regards the conversation bandied around on broadband, bLInks ponderously, and rmbles in resignation. "And *this* would be prime reason why we dissolved with the Robot Masters. Entirely too much LIabiLIty there." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Wow. General!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "I almost feel...bad!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "Avatar. I suggest you turn off the radio." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "AHAHAHA-- ...ha?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "What? What about General? Is he Cancer's avatar?" Sword Man receives a radio transmission. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man says nothing. There is only the quiet cLIck. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Static. Thirty Minutes Along. At Volume 99. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Tengu? Tengu?!?! Huh that's odd." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Beam Demon emits the sound of shattering metal. "...OW..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Big Bad Sword Man simply growls a bit... "Sir Tengu......." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Metal Man transmits, "He is Cancer's puppet now." Sword Man sends a radio transmission. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man's radio comes back on when it's over. Tengu's laughing quietly. "Yeeeeees?" Sword Man receives a radio transmission. Pharaoh Man bLInks, and stands. " General, there is a problem...Tengu Man is being controlled by one of the Nigh ALIgned Stardroids, apparently..." he says. " He will and is being dealt with, I assure you..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "How I'll miss General as being an independent thinking opponent instead of a Stardroid's gimp." Pyro Squirrel stands up, still kind of shaken from Betelgeuse appearing behind him. "The Stardriods that are helping us now are the ones that were hurting us before, right? And the ones that weren't are going insane now, so... It's beyond me. And some of these stardroids are just weird. LIke that one grungy guy. Isn't he from some movie or something? That one where..." Suddenly, he spins around, bringing his right arm up, pointed at where Betel was before. After reaLIzing that A. his Pyro Launcher is still broken, and B. the stardroid isn't there anymore, he turns around, embarrassed, and silently takes his seat. Three cheers for delayed reaction. [Radio: (C) GLobal] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "Nice to know that the losers still give in the to the offers of being a powerful being's *BEEEP*. And Guts Man, what are you talking about?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "AHA HA HA HAH AHAA A!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Tengu Man said General was Cancer's avatar. Or so my short attention span leads me to beLIeve." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man says in between laughing, "What...makes you think...I chose, Jet?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Kaph transmits, "We know you're lying cuz of that big pointy SHNOZ ON YOUR FACE." Prismatic Spider ponders the words of the others himself. He isn't surprised to have seen the Stardroids appear in this place, and it shows in his lack of surprise at Cancer's and Betelgeuse's appearances. Midi's statement, however, gets a very... intrigued look from the Spider Scientist. Nodding in approval, he leans back to consider this new information... But remains quiet. Pharaoh Man sends a radio transmission. Ring Man receives a radio transmission from Metal Man. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "Who said Tengu gave in? We fought under certain terms. That I tell you all what I know if Tengu won... and Tengu becomes mine should he lost. He lost. And do not harm him. Or I WILL harm you." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Nice...to know! HA HA HA!" The man known as LIght seems to be adjusting rather well to the entire thing, though he's still not quite sure what's going on. He does turn to GLance behind him as a voice speaks, and shakes his head gently at the area where it may have come from. "PoLIteness, manners, sir or ma'am or whichever you may or may not be. It's rude in a certain extreme to arrive and not show yourselves to your hosts." He GLances at the people who're talking, pauses, and shakes his head, choosing not to engage in debate yet. Probably best, since he's still lost and catching up. He's rarely referred to as the father of modern sociaLIzing. Pharaoh Man receives a radio transmission from King. Ring Man sends a radio transmission to Metal Man. Ring Man receives a radio transmission from Metal Man. [Radio: (C) GLobal] King transmits, "Stardroid, how we doth settle our in-family confLIcts doth not concern thee. We shalt thank thee to remain out of it." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Huh so you made Tengu your slave boy? Probably couldn't take down General on your own then so you had to suffer for some second rate robot. I understand where you're coming from." Pharaoh Man sends a radio transmission. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "Because you don't just say 'I don't want to represent you' and you just end up having to do so anyway. I mean, when you vote for presidents if they don't want to be a president. Aw, how cute. Cancer pistolwhipped a Wily Wimp into serving him. ...And now he's gone crazy. Lovely." [Radio: (C) GLobal] King transmits, "Tengu Man, thou shalt cease this base fooLIshness. If thou canst not restrain thy tongue, it shalt be restrained for thee." [Radio: (C) GLobal] RF LIeutenant Slash Beast transmits, "Rather disturbing, that." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Hahahahaha...you're next Apple Pie..." Suddenly, someone taps Pyro Squirrel on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me, sir, I'm sorry that this is a bit late, it's just that... Um, sir? Sir?" "... JUST TAKE THE TIP AND GO AWAY!" Yells Pyro as he pelts the fleeing teenage pizza guy with several zenny. Then he gets back to his seat. [Radio: (C) GLobal] RF LIeutenant Slash Beast transmits, "And that's even more disturbing." [Radio: (C) GLobal] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "I would rather die then go again my friends punk." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "So did you turn Pinnochio purple LIke Scorpio did to that other guy? Or is he blue?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Cancer chuckles. "That can be arranged." [Radio: (C) GLobal] RF LIeutenant Slash Beast transmits, "The Stardroids tried to turn our own against ourselves once before. That plan... failed." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man laughs. Then he stops. Normally: "Do you not pay attention, Apple Pie? Or did you just not hear what Canceru-sama said?" Ring Man shifts in his seat things from his perspective have jsut radically changed. He feels LIke all the eyes in the room are on the Master booth because of the revilation on the radio. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "I Guts Man am putting a 10 000 zenny bounty on Tengu Man's head. E-Ringed or ALIve!" Iris looks LIke she's considering taking the podium, but seems indecisive about the matter. She continues to fan herself; perhaps a nervous habit. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Kaph transmits, "You mean that Guts?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Metal Man transmits, "I'll add another 10,000 to the bounty on Tengu." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Sure do. No one serves Stardroid scum behind Wily's back." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Nice to know my brothers love me!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] RF LIeutenant Slash Beast transmits, "I see Doctor Wily gives out a generous allowance. Impressive." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Prismatic Spider transmits, "My, so quick to lay bounties and turn on yourselves." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "Guts Wily shall fall...Soon..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "HAHA! My head is worth 20 thou! HAHAHA!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Ring Man transmits, "This is for your own good you damn idiot!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "I pay attention... I just don't care. I am not going to let myself be a slave. Even if it means my death, I serve the side of Justice. Besides, I'll LIkely get brought back by the hot Stardroid or something cool LIke that." Sword Man simply lowers his head, growLIng a bit at the radio, trying to maintain decorum within this forum. HOwever, considering it's a Master under his command, it's hard not to get angry over this. The quill in Sword's hand nearly snaps as he clenches his fist, before he breaths out and straightens up, a scowl on his usually impassive face. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "How do you know that, Ring?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] King transmits, "My brothers, it is ill-mannered to air family concerns pubLIcly. Prithee, restrain thy ardor and keep this within the family." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Hahaha Stardroids are so funny. They be funny LIke a leGLess midget thrown into an incoming tide." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Pyro Squirrel transmits, "Hmm... I could use a bit of extra cash..." General's gaze finally settles on Iris after she had sLIpped in. Tapping a few commands into the console, he sends an usher over to guide her towards his location with Prismatic. He then pauses, bLInking, and drms his fingers on the table, turning to peer with a most inquisitive gaze at the Robot Master representatives. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "HA!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "You think you can take me down, treerat?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Don't you LEARN?" Pharaoh Man returns General's gaze with a steadfast look of contempt. He simply raps his fingers on one hand, arms crossed, as conversation takes place over radio. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Squeak Toy Serenade transmits, "Now here's the real question. Are we crazy because the Stardroids made us crazy or is our own paranoia doing it?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] RF LIeutenant Slash Beast transmits, "... Has anybody notified Bass the Stardroid-Slayer of this latest development?" General sends a radio transmission. Sword Man receives a radio transmission from General. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Ohhhh, please don't tell him..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Keep to your own business, reploid. And we shall ours." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "We just found out and Bass is busy at the moment. But as soon as he's free I'll tell him myself." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Kansaa-sama might have to HURT HIM!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Pyro Squirrel transmits, "(softly) Do you? With the milLIons of bounty hunters that will be after you, it wouldn't be too hard to walk all over what remains of you should you happen to survive the first few seeking the 20,000 zenny, now would it?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "And you all know how I'd HATE to see something happen to Bass!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Kaph transmits, "This is gonna be too easy." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Quiet, cousin!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] RF LIeutenant Slash Beast transmits, "Excellent. Make sure you put this one on PPV. I want to see Bass vs Stardroids 2 for my own eyes." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Can't you see I'm trying to talk to my brothers?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Well, and all you freaks, but still." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "It's gonna be easier than eating Roll's pie." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Elec Man transmits, "Mmmmm. Unless that was innuendo. Then Eeeeew." Arriving fashionably late a young man with sandy colored hair and piercing blue eyes wanders into the meeting hall. The man seems to be average height and not very impressive to look at. He doesn't hold the weapons that others do nor is he very strong. Rather he looks very much LIke a businessman dressed in a neatly pressed Armani Suit. The man looks to be of ItaLIan decent with a cunning smirk pressed on his thin LIps. He is soon trailed by several other men all of different ancestory. The men seem to tower over the young ItaLIan and their huge muscular bodies can barely fit within the confineds of their suits while mirrored shades hide their eyes. The men stop abruptly to gaze over the area before slowly pressing forth towards their seats. These men are late for a sLIghtly different reason. It would seem they had a few problems with security. I guess security didn't agree with their reasonings to bring weapons into this meeting. No matter, they did work out an agreement. Waiting for the ItaLIan to sit down the men slowly take a step to the side as the image of the young ItaLIan businessman disappears in a beam of LIght as the hologram begins to refigurate. The LIght seems to GLow brighter as a new form appears from where the man once stands. A rather towering holographic reploid dragon errupts from the LIght and gazes its red optics down onto the crowd. The one that calls himself the Kumicho has finally appeared. Letting a slow smirk tug apon his muzzle Kumicho shrugs sLIghtly and lets his men finally take a seat. "I would LIke to apologize for my lateness. It seems I had a small situation occur. No matter..." He GLares at the area carefully. His optics dark on every member of the meeting before letting a cruel smile press on his muzzel. "But don't let me interrupt anything. I beLIeve I will speak my mind when it comes." Lowering his form sLIghtly Kumicho gives a sLIght bow, letting his long snake LIke head fall just a bit. Sword Man sends a radio transmission to General. General receives a radio transmission from Sword Man. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "I love Roll's pies, they're so crunchy and tasty. I could eat a dozen right now." Sword Man sends a radio transmission. Iris waves graciously toward General as she's escorted to the RepLIforce seating area. Her attention is drawn immediately to the draconian and his entourage who enter the assembly area. General sends a radio transmission. Sword Man receives a radio transmission. Prismatic Spider sends a radio transmission to Iris. Iris receives a radio transmission. Iris sends a radio transmission. Prismatic Spider receives a radio transmission. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Elec Man transmits, "You could eat a dozen anything, and you know it." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Of course he could." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "He's...GUTS MAN!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "I wonder if he could eat a dozen *BZZT*" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Elec Man transmits, "...I'm not even going there." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "...Remind me to send you some Fruitcake, Guts Man, my friend." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "... Perhaps I should look into removing this subroutine that keeps me from *BZZT*" Prismatic Spider sends a radio transmission to Iris. Iris receives a radio transmission. Quiet and slowly getting up, the moderator of the debate, Mr. Karl Siegfried coughs a couple of times once the last of the guests has finished talking. Holding the bunch of papers he had at the beginning, he stares at them for a moment at them, after coughing yet another couple of times, the old man begins to speak on the microphone. Just as he begins, another UN representative takes out a medication tablet and tosses it into the old man's GLass. "As far as we've discussed by now, we're facing two Stardroid factions. One of them, the Nigh, seems to be hostile towards us and the other, while the other seems to be supporting us. We've heard the opinion about this from all of you, but now I'd LIke to enter the topic that our agent Midi has just brought in. If his information is correct, this Duet should be sealed on the moon right now. We'd certainly LIke to LIsten to your opinion about this, ladies and gentlemen." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "Ohhhh Kansaa-sam-- AH!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "*skzzt*" Iris sends a radio transmission. Prismatic Spider receives a radio transmission. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "..." Prismatic Spider sends a radio transmission to Iris. Iris receives a radio transmission from Prismatic Spider. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Kaph transmits, "You boys want to collect on that?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] RF LIeutenant Slash Beast transmits, "Impressive. If I had known, I would've started a stopwatch." Iris GLances overat General, looking somewhat uncertain following a brief radio exchange between herself and Prismatic. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Mmmmm fruit cake." Ring Man sends a radio transmission to Sword Man. Sword Man receives a radio transmission. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Kaph transmits, "Yeah, you must not be used to people who can get the job done. It's a faiLIng that plagues most of the players in this war." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Kuff transmits, "People always detest the success of others, Sister. It points out their own faiLIngs." Sword Man sends a radio transmission to Ring Man. Ring Man receives a radio transmission. Pharaoh Man sends a radio transmission to Sword Man. Sword Man receives a radio transmission from Pharaoh Man. The voice from the Maverick table is not Sigma's as one would suppose. Instead Sigma is sitting there, allowing Doppler and Schism to speak for the Mavericks. And indeed, Schism does speak up again. "We can not trust any of these Stardroids. No matter their faction. No matter their supposed origins. We must stand above all else for what our planet is. Regardless of you being Human, Android, or Reploid, we all face a common foe. A foe that has struck at us before, if not twice already. We can not fail in this endevour of stopping them." Schism's gaze falls between all the tables. Schism seems to hold the gaze of all for a moment, his optics in thought for a moment before continuing. "Tell me, how can we trust these Stardroids after the information we have all brought forth. Duet has stated that Nigh was held in check through the Judgements. What if they are here to destroy our planet by gaining our trust first. Afterall their existance is what they're here to protect. Would they not sacrifice us to acheive that goal..." The question obviously redundant. "No invader, no force from afar can hold us by force of arms alone, can not destroy us by will alone. There is no greater power in this universe than the need for freedom. Against that power, Stardroids and Nigh and armies can not stand. Though it may take many of our LIves, I and many others will fight and win. As we have done before. The Stardroids and Nigh will not stand before our want for LIfe and freedom." Sword Man sends a radio transmission to Pharaoh Man. Pharaoh Man receives a radio transmission from Sword Man. Dr. Doppler has been LIstening to all opinions quietly, occasionally sipping from his water GLass. Once Schism has finished, he again stands. "I agree that the fire that drives us towards freedom will once again triumph over the Stardroids. However, we must also be practical. Desire alone will not get us there, only with our intellect and knowledge will we stand a chance of succeeding. We know that anything told to us by the Stardroids is suspect. It is my opinion that at least some of them intend to use us as pawns in this power strugGLe between them. Still, we of the CoaLItion have tried to make sense of their riddles, and I would LIke to think the rest of you are doing the same. "In regards to the moon," Doppler continues, "as you know, we did have a presence there until recently. We would be wilLIng to send a exploration force to see if there has been any noticable changes to the moon since our departure. Whether it's in our best interest to rescue Duet is another matter, however." Midi has disconnected. Bridgit Cascio arrives from the United Nations Building. Bridgit Cascio has arrived. Abernathy arrives from the United Nations Building. Abernathy has arrived. General finally rises to his feet, shifting weight to place his hands on the massive countertop, gazze intent upon the gathered audience, gaze occassionally fLIcking towards the other speakers. "All of these points are vaLId. You claim that the stardroids are attempting to deceive us into accepting them bLIndly, then an incredible ruse it is. Not only have they taken to fighting amongst themselves, they have also decided to make themselves appear weaker, and more vunerable. Aldebaran showing in our repair bay complete with injuries, Pisces and Aquarius showing up in their true forms, and even a report that the form known as Regulus has shown in his original shape as well. The others... those not so easily classified, such as Procyon and Betelgeuse, have given us GLImpses into their actual forms. What does that say to you, ladies and gentlemen? Why all the effort to lull us into false security? I say that this schism is legitimate, and I will reiterate the necessity of finding unification of these stardroids. Perhaps it would be wise to at least scan the moon for signs of the entrapped Duet. And something else..." He narrows his optics, as if searching for an answer, reaching for a vague memory... "What of that child that was left when Duo was supposedly destroyed? Did anyone keep tabs on it? What ties might his dispersed energies have to this?" Iris makes her way to the podium, and smiles graciously. Her voice is not nervous or tremulous as she speaks; she sounds quite confidant and sure of herself, a gift of her extensive communications programming. "I find myself agreeing this evening, in large part, with the Mav-- the CoaLItion, and what they have said. I do not beLIeve that the Rogue Stardroids have given us any particular sign that they can be trusted any more than the Nigh Stardroids. While the Rogue ones tend to behave in a manner most deem 'agreeable', and even friendly at times, I do not think it would be in our best interest to show support for EITHER side, as...taking sides seems to be the very thing they WANT us to do, and taking sides would effectively divide us in strength and weaken our chances to resolve this in a manner that would benefit our planet and everyone who LIves on it. If we remain independent, we remain strong in our resolve to not jump through their hoops, but be of our OWN mind. I thank you for your time." Having said this, she bows her head respectfully, then returns to her seat. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Oh my avatar has a first name it's T-E-N-G-U my avatar has a second name it's M-A-N!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man says, ragged: "Guts...I'm so going to kill you when this is all over..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Hahahaha sure you are Skippy." Prismatic Spider looks from General, to Iris and the Assembly. "There is much we still do not know, and how does one propose we learn these things? We have found no answers to the nature of Nigh, and we have merely bits and pieces of information from the Stardroids themselves. Yet you claim that they are manipulating us. In all of our vaunted wisdom and power, what have we managed to discover without input from the Stardroids? Very, very LIttle... And do you really think the darkness will remain on the edge of our solar system? Time is running out, and we will have to choose a side eventually... Whether it is either of the Stardroids, or our own. But jusdging from gathered data, I beLIeve that it would be dangerou to trust the Nigh Stardroids. they have behaved in a dangerous, dare I say treacherous manner. Which is why I beLIeve we should speak with the Rogues, who are Rogues only because they do not choose to serve the Nigh. How is this any different than our own strugGLes? We squabble and fight over opposing viewpoints ourselves. The Stardroids do not behave significantly different than we do. The only difference is that they have powers that we cannot match individually. They have the information we need to make an informed choice. We apparently lack the time or abiLIty to discover the nature of the situation on our own... So we must choose wisely." Pharaoh Man receives a radio transmission from Tengu Man. Pharaoh Man receives a radio transmission. Sword Man simply hangs his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Seems LIke he's not in the best moods to talk at the moment. Even the met that seems to be his interim squire for the day looks up at him, nerping questioning. [Radio: (E) Artifacts] Mew. Luna transmits, "Hmm." Pharaoh Man sips water quietly, taking the discussion in, and adding notes to the ongoing recording of it via the datapad. Then, Ra stands. Looking to thoe gathered, he seems to be contemplating something. " The Stardroids, as of now, have presented themselves more as inquisitive then anything else. Those few who choose to ally with the Nigh are the only who prove to be of any danger. The rest have repeatedly taken measures to assist and protect the planet..." Pharaoh Man taps the datapad, and events such as assorted encounters with Duet, Regulus, Aldebaran, and what looks LIke Virgo flash about on the assembly screen, all in which they are interacting peacefully with others. " If you wish to wage any sort of war, I agian reinforce that Amun-Wily is not making any promises to the UN and Factions involved to assist. He has made it clear his intentions are to care for his people, and his people alone. As for the matter of the Moon..." " The Robot Masters were as well aware of the fact that Duet is supposedly there. This is a ruse, false. We used our extensive scanning equipment to run a full scale analysis, and found the evidence of Duet's presence to be nothing more then a ruse. Just something to force any seeking Duet to waste resources and time for nothing. Take this tidbit of information as a bit of...goodwill to show Amun-Wily's intentions are nothing but to keep the Stardroids from becoming a menace. " Ring Man sits staring off into blank space appearently LIstening to something other than the events of this room. Ah yes it's been an interesting evening for the Masters hasn't it. Family business has the darnedest habbit of popping up at the wrong time. [Radio: (E) Artifacts] Metal Man transmits, "Ah what a dork I have for a brother. Dang fool made a deal with Cancer it seems." [Radio: (E) Artifacts] Mew. Luna transmits, "... Cancer?" [Radio: (E) Artifacts] Metal Man transmits, "Ya the crab." Dr. Wily arrives from the United Nations Building. Dr. Wily has arrived. Thomas LIght ahems softly near his microphone. The old man looks around, having not really commented or added to this conversation much til this point, but his eyes show a bit of steel, gentle though they are, as he grasps his cane and places it aside, to lean against his chair arm. He takes a moment, hoping people can hear him through all the other talking that is being done this night, and lets his soft but clear voice ring out over the microphone at his lapel. "A few years ago, I built a group of people to defend LIfe on this planet from something I thought to be a menace. Altered, built, helped with, all kinds of things." He pauses, lowering his eyes a moment, then raises them a bit again, looking tired. "To defend and protect everything I could from the things that I saw were wrong. It barely matters, in the end, as the true victories are won by those forgotten, or the ones nobody expects. Every time." "I and all the people I love are going to keep doing what we've been doing all this time. The target has changed, and isn't certain, but it's never really been all that black and white. No real difference, in my eyes. Those who LIve on this world will defend it, invariably. We'll do what we can, and I'll send someone to look for information on the moon, and any stardroid who wishes to talk to me, I Welcome. Come to me, give me facts, and decieve if you wish. In the end, it doesn't really matter to the ones who count." Bridgit Cascio has left. Pharaoh Man mutters sLIghtly under his breath as LIght speaks, but makes no other comment. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "So how's the debate going on? Have they gotten to the stage of bickering back and forth and bluffing who has the biggest and baddest army yet?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Pharaoh Man transmits, "SurprisinGLy, no." The sound of running footsteps echoes down the long hall outside the chamber. They grow closer and closer, pounding on the floor now. The confused questioning of guards sounds outside the doors, then silence from the voices. The footsteps don't even break stride, and the doors swing open with a crash, slamming into the walls on either side. A figure rushes through, labcoat flapping wildly and tie flaiLIng over a shoulder. Tufts of white hair bob haphazardly, and there is the squeeee of shoes sLIding on the floor as the man skids to a halt. One hand thrusts imperiously into the air, and Dr. Albert Wily, leader of the Robot Masters and Supergenius extraodinaire loudly proclaims, "I OBJECT! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, theres is no way that my cLIent is guilty! Why, I declare to you that this entire trial is nothing more than a travesty, a grim mockery of the very justice which we so righteously claim to uphold!" He trails off abruptly, then looks around. "Wait.....this...isn't a trial, is it?" That hand wavers, then falls, and Wily covers his eyes and shakes his head. "I've /got/ to stop watching so much Matlock...." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Aurora Hound transmits, "There's more to debates than that?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Have the Hunters or RepLIforce said it's their way or the highway yet when it comes to the AlLIance?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Ring Man transmits, "It is still in the propaganda spouting jargin." Pharaoh Man bLInks in surprise, and sends his drones over to usher Wily to the Robot Master box. A comfy plush chair is dragged in for the bad Doctor. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Magnet Man transmits, "Everybody know that debates always end on a good note, but then somebody betrays one another and all goes to hell." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man just *barely* restrains himself from saying anything... Pyro wakes up out of his daydream, and stares at Dr. Wily. Then he mutters something under his breath, and goes back to not paying attention to the debate. Iris snerfles some soda, for the first time in her young LIfe. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "That's so true Magnet Man. We should make you a diplomat for understand the poLItical world." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Kaph transmits, "OOC: barely or because I am still standing on your face?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Pyro Squirrel transmits, "I think that someone forgot to give the good doctor his medication today..." Kain GLances up. "The only thing I must say is that the Stardroids might have ways of imprisoning or hiding someone that we haven't even begun to consider. We all have been on Starhaven and we know this due to highly sensitive technology there. Even if we scan the surface of the moon completely... we will not get a complete or even accurate reading. We must go on the moon itself." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Tengu Man transmits, "OOC: *shakes a fist*" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Heheheheh that LIght always forgetting to take his medication." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Magnet Man snickers. Dr. Doppler rubs his forehead at his fellow scientist's abrupt entrance, coupled with confusion about why he's here. Perhaps seniLIty is finally setting in. Such a shame, that. Pyro hits the 'Pass' button on his place in the unaffilLIated booth. Looking about as casual an alley cat wandering in on an assembly of junkyard dogs, Abernathy sLInks in -- quite late -- from the security cordon around the building outside, joining the faceless crowds who haven't got -- or haven't elected to have -- a say in this whole thing. Claiming a seat that should be out of the sight of both cameras and the rest of the UN contingent, he flops down -- and banks on Wily's rather surprising entrance to keep people talking and ignoring Abby. Letting the LIght in his optics die out the black Asian dragon remains quiet as he LIstens intently to everyone's words. A clawed talon gently reaches up and strokes the long locks of fur on his upper LIp as if it were a mustache. "You all raise interesting points.." The Yakuza Head hisses darkly in his heavy bass tone. His optics fLIcker open as he studies each group carefully. "However, Ladies and Gentlemen, why must we choose sides of either group? Infact when did we start caring about the well beings of those that wished to destroy us? Our only concern is what happens to us and us alone. Why are we to fight our enemies' war? To save a race that is destined to be destroyed? I think not.. It would almost seem that the Stardroid's mere presence shows disaster for us all" The Kumicho hisses with disgust as he gently steeples his claws together. "Please explain for I might have missed it...what is it the Nigh wants? Does any of us truly know the answer to this question? Perhaps we don't have to fight... Perhaps we can make a deal with the nigh. I care not for who evil or who is good. This does not concern me and this should not concern any of you. Our main concern is for what happens to us and our home planet. So perhaps we can negotiate the Nigh. Give it what it wants in exchange for our safety. Since the Nigh seem to be hunting the stardroids then perhaps we should give it...them." Dr. Wily sends a radio transmission to Tengu Man. Dr. Wily receives a radio transmission. Kain frowns at the Kumicho and erms, "...I have heard they were looking for some artifacts of theirs. Maybe these artifacts can help us." Dr. Wily sends a radio transmission to Tengu Man. "Why should we fight their war? We have wars of our own...let them fight their own wars," Iris mumbles with a frumpy discontent. Dr. Wily receives a radio transmission. Dr. Wily clears his throat, and looks around sheepishly, then moves quickly to take a seat next to Pharoah Man. He LIstens intently to the comments of the others, settLIng back with his arms crossed. It appears the Doctor is going to observe the conversation for a moment. Dr. Wily sends a radio transmission. Dr. Wily receives a radio transmission. General goes home. General has left. Dr. Wily receives a radio transmission from Tengu Man. Dr. Wily sends a radio transmission. Dr. Wily receives a radio transmission from Tengu Man. Dr. Wily sends a radio transmission to Tengu Man. Dr. Wily receives a radio transmission. Schism Sabertooth has disconnected. Dr. Wily sends a radio transmission. Dr. Wily receives a radio transmission. The Kumicho sneers at Kain and pushes his ears back. "Artifacts...still these are things to negotiate with. Are they not? For the confirmation of our safety I am sure most of you will turn over what this group wants." Dr. Wily sends a radio transmission to Tengu Man. Dr. Wily receives a radio transmission from Tengu Man. Dr. Wily sends a radio transmission to Tengu Man. Dr. Wily sends a radio transmission to Bass. Dr. Wily receives a radio transmission. Dr. Wily receives a radio transmission from Bass. Looking back at the seat of the UN representatives, the old man who was acting as a moderator can be seen surrounded by three of his companions. He's way more pale than before, and just coughs over and over. He's... laughing? Seems LIke Wily's entrance affected the poor old man in a very bad way. The doctor shouldn't do those things just after he took his medicine. While two of them give him some water, the other one grabs the bunch of papers and speaks. "Erm... as... er, as we've seen now, we don't agree about wether we should consider our alLIes even those who claim to be our alLIes. We should also remark, the possibiLIty of organizing an actual expedition to the moon, considering as it has been mentioned that our methods of scanning and searching for duet on the moon may be inneficient. But we'd LIke to bring up Mr. Kumicho's point of view. What does Nigh really want? What is his true purpose?" Dr. Wily sends a radio transmission to Bass. Gale Sorcerer has disconnected. Terry arrives from the United Nations Building. Terry has arrived. Dr. Wily receives a radio transmission from Bass. Terry This individual looks as though he stepped out of a Lands End Summer catalog, except he's not really 'model' attractive. Just, you know, normal. Still, his clothing is definitely of that type, with long shorts (palm green), a pale golf shirt (sand), and topsiders (a dark brown). His hair, while definitely clean, doesn't look LIke it was dried by anything but wind. 'Touseled' is too kind, 'wild' might be more appropriate. Certainly no comb or brush has touched it in the last few hours. Shielding his eyes from the sun are armless sunGLasses, that just perch atop his nose with LIttle regard to gravity. The final detail would be the LIttle mascot on his shirt where the Izod Gator would be; A tiny Tiki. Iris GLances over at Prismatic...it's not a look of maLIce, more of a questioning look. She knows that her opinion isn't exactly the popular one in RepLIforce right now. Sigma has connected. Prismatic Spider sends a radio transmission to Iris. Iris receives a radio transmission from Prismatic Spider. Prismatic Spider sends a radio transmission. Iris receives a radio transmission from Prismatic Spider. Pyro Squirrel has left. Iris sends a radio transmission to Prismatic Spider. Prismatic Spider receives a radio transmission. Dr. Doppler stands once more - it seems that he's now the primary speaker for the CoaLItion. "That is indeed an important question. We have LIttle knowledge or understanding of this Nigh. We don't even know if it is a sentient being or some kind of spcial anomoly which we have not seen before, let alone whether it can be reasoned with. What we do know is that it exists, and it is drawing closer to Earth. An expidition to the moon is a simple enough task, requiring few resources. I beLIeve that much should be done. As for Nigh, it may be worth while to send a probe in the direction of the 'empty space', in LIeu of sending a manned expidition. That would be far too risky given the circumstances. "If Nigh is a rational being, then it may be reasoned with, who knows. However, I highly doubt throwing zenny at it will make it depart, as much as our esteemed allegue may think otherwise." Doppler pauses to sip water. "At this point, I would concur that we should not choose sides with the Stardroids. It would be far wiser for us to gather more information, plan a course of action, and make /them/ decide whether to support /us/." With that, the CoaLItion scientist retakes his seat. Prismatic Spider sends a radio transmission. Iris receives a radio transmission from Prismatic Spider. Dr. Wily leans back in his seat and considers the old man's words. He strokes his chin for a few moments, then leans forwards, folding his hands on the desk. "What does the Nigh want? What if it doesn't want anything, other than destruction?" He raises his hands, clenching one fist. "A mindless force, knowing only hunger and destruction, I say that this is what the 'Nigh' really is. Or perhaps a fabrication made up by these fool Stardroids." He shakes his head, tugging agitatedly at his mustache. "In the case that it is real, which that hole in the sky would seem to indicate it is, I say we give it the Stardroids. Or you give it the Stardroids. As for myself and my children, I find this whole mess irritating and distracting." A snort ruffles Wily's mustache. "The world is LIke a flock of scared schoolgirls running to their mother for comfort. And what mother is that? The UN." Wily's voice drips with sarcasm. "Bastion of peace and justice. The champion of the world." His voice grows hard. "The parasite sucking the LIfeblood away from this world. The disease which corrupts and kills us all." Wily nods to Doppler. "For myself and my children, I say DAMN the UN and let the people of the world band together and force these fool Stardroids to do as /we/ say. We shall decide the fate of our planet, not they or some petty bureacrat in an office." Stellar Jay is still doing his job. Doo doo doo-- ... He bristles at Wily's words, black crest rising several inches. Hey! He works for the UN! "Excuse me, sir, but you're...out of turn..." he pipes up. Pyro Squirrel has arrived. Pyro daydreams some more. Sigma changes into his Imperial Sigma armor. Sigma changes into his Sigma armor. Ring Man sits quietly nodding while his father speaks, and applaudes after he finishes. InterestinGLy enough some in the audience clap as well, some that feel Wily speaks true perhaps. Regardless Ring Man has nothing to add to his father's speach for now and remains seated. The Kumicho raises a sLIght brow and smirks softly. He doesn't bother with agreeing with Wily...though he would want nothing more then to do just that. Rather he holds his tongue on Wily's thoughts then to dare show anyone what he is really thinking at this moment. "If we can't reason with the Nigh perhaps these other Stardroids that hold these games are the ones we can speak with...?" Pharaoh Man slowly claps, his face a mask of admiration as he watches Wily speak so vaLIantly. Sword Man nods as Wily speaks, and poLItely claps. However, he remains seated, other concerns on his mind, the met at his feet still nerping worriedly at the bladed master. Iris pipes up after Kumicho speaks. "Well see, that's the entire point," she says, fanning herself with a Japanese silk fan. "Who can we honestly beLIeve?" Stellar Jay frowns as best a bird can, and raises his voice in response. "Please, ladies and gentlement... you're all out of turn!" He turns and GLances at the moderator quickly before looking back at the floor... Oh boy. This has been a long night... Prismatic Spider gestures from his seat, speaking once again to the assembly. "How would you propose to do that? Use force and we would be no better than those who have tried to judge us... Or those who have sought to pressure us into joining them. We have no desire to become that which we rail against in a possibly self-destructive effort. As it stands now, we need more information... The Stardroids probably watch us now, waiting as we propose our views... By now they will know what we want... Will they give us the knowledge that we seek? We must be wilLIng to trust someone... And some are more deserving of it than others. As Doctor Doppler suggested, we should launch a probe mission to try to determine more of the nature of the Nigh... And in the meantime, gain what information we can from the Stardroids." Ring Man speaks out of turn, "O course they're watching us now, this is going out on GLobal television, if they can hack secure radio transmissions they can turn on the TV." Terry hmms Terry enters the United Nations Building. Terry has left. LIght sLIps his hand over his cane, having lost track of the entire conversation again. He's got absolutely no clue what's going on, whose turn it is, or what to do about it. Or, really, what the debate is debating in the first place. He murmurs a simple "Redirection of power is superior to meeting it head on," as he studies his cane a moment, shruggins softly in his chair. The old man looks up, saying a bit more clearly, "It's not really that hard to make a weapon. I don't respect the Stardroids for their power. It's impressive, but not really noteable in this group, even if it is more than we have just now. We can match it, we're human or human-made. Humans can break anything if they put their minds to it. Perhaps a moment could be taken to think about why, instead of how to stop it. I'll ask a few more questions if I see a Stardroid later." and stands up, looking LIke he's getting ready to leave. Abernathy has disconnected. Stellar Jay has disconnected. Abernathy has connected. Kumicho smirks sLIghtly as the discussion is directed towards his view points. There are some people who seem to be stronGLy against his words but others...that seem to LIsten. "If the Stardroids are destroyed what fault is it of us. If we hand over the Stardroids to those that desire to protect ourselves as well as the fate of the planet we are suddenly in the wrong? If the Stardroids are LIstening to us then let them. I care not. The former gods which desired nothing more then to strike us down are now injured and begging for us. Forgive me if I don't feel any pity or remorse. I am not on either side as you might figure out. I care not who I negotiate with as long as I get something in return. Perhaps as we might call it...an offer none of us can refuse." Pyro Squirrel has left. Dr. Thomas LIght goes home. Dr. Thomas LIght has left. Iris has disconnected. Ring Man has disconnected. Prismatic Spider says, "And if they have the answer to the riddle of the Nigh, what would you do? They can adapt to your way of thinking as easily as anyone else. They have judged and have been judged in return... An eye for an eye, as it were. Now it is time to see if we are truly capable of moving beyond our old grudges and hatred, and to see if we are wilLIng to extend that which we have to give. Forgiveness of past sins... Not all of the Stardroids we see now were responsible for the previous Judgement. Why must we condemn them all? The possibiLIty must remain for working with them and learning what we can... Or we can lose everything. We lack the needed knowledge to make a final decision on this, despite the observed actions of both sides. As of now, we have not decided... That can change soon enough with knowledge."" Dr. Wily LIstens to Prismatic with a suprising amount of respect, then shakes his head an begins speaking. "An eye for an eye? I hardly think that that compares to talk of copmlete planetary annihalation." Another, more emphatic shake of that head. "While I can certainly agree that knowledge is the key to this, why should we beLIeve that all the knowledge we acquire is necessarily true? We only have one side of the story here? I think that these Stardroids are recieving their just rewards. In a way, I would love to cut them lose and let them all die. But, if we do, our world will LIkely die with them." Wily's voice colors with anger. "I want knowledge, yes, but I want ANSWERS more." The clenched fist pounds down on the table. "A deal none of can refuse? That is certainly what we find laid before us. Well, I say we refuse it and find our own way. Take the knowledge yes, but we must find the real truths too. I warn you all here and now: Cooperation is the key to solving this riddle, but if we rely to heavily on one side or the other, we will fall as surely as the sun will rise." Ring Man has connected. Sigma, who has been LIstening this entire time, stands up again. He has been drinking a lot of that water that has been sitting next to him and dang, it's horrible. They just don't make water LIke they used to, damn it. But what is he doing standing up? Is he going to stand up and say something brilLIant? Is he going to start shooting things and people? The Emperor stretches out his arms, and yawns slowly, dropping his hands after a few moments of lovely stretch-and-circulation. He looks over the group with his pupiless eyes and smiles, "I have an idea. Lets remove all the threats to this world at once -and- keep them from judging us again. How? By utterly destroying the surface of the world we LIve on. We have the technology! We can do it! If we work together, By George, we can do anything!", he waves his hands in the air a few times empathatically, "Complete Annihilation. We'll burn the lands, pillage the LIttle villages, and, uh, salt the land too! That would be -excellent-, don't you agree? Now now, we must be -equal- in this. Turn every natural resource into large craters so no more reploids or androids or even happy cyborgs can be built, made, created. Lets go into the sea and napalm the seaweed and then, well, we can just cut down the trees too and burn the land they stood on. Rainforests? Yes! Let it rain death! Surely if we are to be practical, that would be the way to go! We owe nothing to anybody, after all. I certainly owe nothing to any present here, do I?", he laughs sharply, "We don't need to care about any of these 'Stardroids'. If any of them survive the carpetbombing, they will certainly not bother us anymore! We'll be long gone! However, what about the NIGH you may ask. What about this great 'Nothing' that is coming? Oho then! That's simple, isn't it? Without anything to feed it will surely starve! Nothing will eat nothing and pouf no more nothing and even nothing will be nothing because that's all nothing is, really? Oh, sure, maybe Nigh is merely a label. Maybe Nigh is a dancing chipmunk. If that's the case, at least we beat the bloke to the punch. Who gets the last laugh, we do of course!" Sigma snorts, "Pathetic. Should we fight the Stardroids? Should we not fight the Stardroids? What if they are innocent? Should we show them mercy? No, yes, no, yes. After the Stardroids are finished with laughing at us for being unable to come with a simple decision on whether to fight them or not or even fight the Nigh or not or even what the Nigh is, they will converge on us and half of us will be helping them or watching as they wonder WHO IS THE REAL GOOD GUY HERE?" "Who cares? We know we can fight the Stardroids, we have defeated them before, there is the Nigh which appears to be above the Stardroids, a new threat even stronger than them. Don't you know how hard it is to fight an abstract concept, hm? It's abstract, it can be anything. I doubt even the Stardroids, beings that exist, can truly know what the 'Nigh' is. But if you want, continue questioning them, ask questions the answers of which they cannot truly give. Or maybe just LIsten to what they say, maybe you just don't understand. There are two factions, but NEITHER seem to be entirely our enemy. Who really cares about ideaLIsm? We are here to ensure the safety of our sorry skins so it seems. If that's the case, the only course of action available to ensure total safety is to declare open war against all stardroids -and- this nigh as we did before. Together we can accompLIsh anything, yes? Who cares if they have knowledge that could be useful to us, we'll take it. We'll get it ourselves. Act on what we know, not what we may learn. It is far more LIkely to not learn anything." Sigma starts to sit down, but he straightnes again, "If we cannot understand their arrogant answers, if they will not give them, and if we cannot learn them on our own, there is nothing to do. We have learned nothing since this entire debate began. A lot of ideas, no action. Pitiful." There's a smatter of applause from the gallery for Sigma's speech. Wait, no. No, there's only one person clapping, and it's Abby. Now, how predictable was that? Anyone? Pff. So much for answers; Sigma had the right idea. Dr. Doppler again rises from his seat to state his opinion, resting his hands palms-down on the table in front of him. "Then let us take action, beginning with the expidition to the moon and the construction of a deep-space probe to investigate Nigh. The Stardroids want to play games. Then let us play, but by our own rules." Rigger arrives from the United Nations Building. Rigger has arrived. As the old adage goes: Better late than never. In most cases it appLIed, Rigger would just hope this would be such a case. She edges into the assembly hall long after everyone else has and LIngers near the doorway for the moment to determine just what's underway before butting in further. Schism Sabertooth has connected. Prismatic Spider stands himself and meets the gaze of the Emperor of the CoaLItion. "Do you truly think that this is a test to see how well we can band together and kill something? Brute force winning the day once more to the detriment of what we've gained so far? Tell me, Sigma... How do you fight nothing? Destroying the Stardroids indiscriminately will lead to nothing but a loss for us all. People have always wished to destroy what they do not understand, and has lead to some of the greatest tragedies of history. Will you judge and be judged in turn yourself, Sigma? Have you considered that perhaps the reason why we are lacking information is because some of those who would give it to us are running for their LIves? If we could find them and discuss these issues with them, then perhaps we could make some of these possible decisions. But I refuse to beLIeve that this would be solved by the equivalent of genocide." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Wild Card sings, o/~ Give me a kiss to build a dream on, and my imagination will drive upon that kiss. o/~ [Radio: (C) GLobal] Wild Card sings, o/~ Sweetheart, I ask no more than this, a kiss to build a dream on. o/~ [Radio: (C) GLobal] Magnet Man transmits, "As attractive as I am, there's no way in hell I'm giving you a kiss." Rigger offers Abernathy a tight-LIpped smile as she dips her head in greeting. If there was goodwill between these two, it seemed a tense sort. "I was getting my arm recaLIbrated," she remarks as she reaches up to grasp at the elbow of the right which flexes marginally. "Friend of mine does after-hour work on me. Better than deaLIng with HMO's." Looking back to the conversation at hand between those far higher in rank than herself, she murmers, "I'm vaguely reminded of a Dilbert comic. All talk about what to do, nothing decided, so they talk more." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Kain transmits, "There is a joke in there about Magnets and attractive... but I think you knew that already." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Wild Card transmits, "You? Attractive? You've got the pasty complexion of every gamer. Besides, I don't swing that way." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Magnet Man slaps his forehead. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Magnet Man transmits, "Hey, I resent that. I think." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Magnet Man transmits, "So, anyway, how's the conference going. Has anybody betrayed anybody else yet, or hasn't it got to that stage yet?" Pharaoh Man stands, Wily looking obviously weary from the debate. The mortal shell in which his patron 'god' rests has its LImits, which for the most part, are not safe enough to be tested with the heart condition involved. " Fight the Stardroids? Do you recommend hunting them down, cornering them, and slaughtering them LIke animals? " Pharaoh Man queries, cocking his head to one side. " How utterly base and pathetic, Sigma. Truly, I had expected more from you. The Stardroids are not to be waged agianst on a battlefield, not until one knows just who to fight. Otherwise it is a waste of time and resources. Patience is the key. Should a singular Stardroid present itself a threat, deal with it then. But launching a campaign agianst them is simply fooLIsh. You'll keave this planet a crater ridden disaster area by the time you are even half way done. " The Master of Sands narrows his eyes, " You think of the Stardroids as you do all non-reploid LIfe Sigma; expendable, petty, and ultimately to be sacrificed to your goals. " " Another reason Amun-Wily has made the decision to keep the Robot Masters neutral in this matter until the Empire of Amun-Wily is either directly threatened, in which case the singular matter shall be dealt with, or should the Stardroids' factions and goals become apparent enough that he, in his infinite wisdom, decides otherwise. " Cancer has arrived. Pharaoh Man receives a radio transmission. Pharaoh Man sends a radio transmission to Job. Ring Man decides to add to Ra's starement, "Indeed, it is impossible to tell what the future will bring. It is utterly fooLIsh to burn all of ones bridges before we know what the river holds. The Stardroids might prove useful to keep around." Cancer bLInks in and yawns. "Don't mind me. I need coffee. Coffee is of the gods..." He wanders off towards the coffee pot. "Don't attack until I drink at least 10 cups of COFFEE! ..." Pharaoh Man receives a radio transmission. Pharaoh Man GLances at Cancer, " Oh, be a good Stardroid, and fetch me a cup will you? Regular with a bit of suga-" Ra stops. .oO(Cancer$$$Stardroid AlLIed with Nigh$$$Bad) " Oh dear... "My sympathies," Abernathy responds adroitly to Rigger's explanation of her absence. Yeah, he knew an awful lot about that, except it was worse when they went on the fritz and you ended up a parapalegic for a day. He pauses a moment, then moves to stand at her shoulder, facing back toward the floor with a bemused expression on his face. "Oh, really? I beLIeve Wily's got the hair for it ... " And then there's Cancer, steaLIng UN coffee. ... Waaait a second! That's *UN* coffee, mister! ... Wait, belay that. " -- Feel free to drink all the coffee you need, gracious Stardroid. Courtesies of the UN; we can do no less for our interplanetary visitors," the once-diplomat calls to Cancer. ... Petty revenge, but a LIttle revenge nonetheless. Kumicho chuckles darkly as he narrows his optics. Razor sharp fangs can be seen from the mouth the the dragon as he places a heavy foot forward. "You think that it actually matters if the stardroids are innocent? Oh no my friend. There is no good or evil in this. But rather who offers the better deal in this situation..." The holographic dragon pauses in thought as his focus falls on the Stardroid. Sword Man's eyes narrow at Cancer as the Stardroid suddenly appears out of nowhere. UnLIke Ra, he doesn't take the appearance casually. He remains quiet as ever, however, letting the others representing the RMs speak for now. His fire for speech burnt out since the revelation of Tengu being Cancer's avatar. He manages to keep calm, however, and keeps his action to a GLare. Sigma waves his hand carelessly, "Please, the Stardroids could give us answers easily even -while- running for their LIves, not that they are since they are arrogant, but we can discuss until doomsday, which is what will happen if we continue discussing about discussing this idiotic fooLIsh topic. Whatever happened to having our own LIves in our own hands. Do you think I was joking when I said it would be fun to go destroy the Earth instead of them? Oh, I'd rather save us all too, but that is far preferable than leaving our fate in another's hands. This is our world, after all, and if anbody's going to be carpetbombing it, it's going to be us, damnit.", he doesn't even get up as he speaks this time, his big ol' rant earLIer must have drained him a tad, roit. "Those who have earned the pendants have had no special insight compared to the rest of us, those who have earned the trust of the Stardroids this time around have nothing new to add. We will learn nothing from them. Those are the closest things to experts we have and they know nothing new or else they haven't offered it. We can't trust any evidence the stardroids offer us anyway, even if they are 'good', they have their own agenda here. Both sides have said they weren't here for -us-. We are not part of their agenda. We are, if anything, part of the means to help their own goals. That is how things look now, it doesn't matter how things actually are. We are here to save ourselves, not to save the Stardroids. There is no reason to trust anything a Stardroid says that is beyond 'Do what you will to keep yourselves aLIve' because if it's anything beyond that, then it isn't just for us. It's for others. Methods have been offered to help us assist us in the manner of information, thank you Doppler and Wily, but everybody's still weeping about the Stardroids? None of us here care about the Stardroids. People who care about the Stardroids more than themselves don't get called for diplomatic meetings. And, damn it, your water is horrible.", he pauses for a few moments, running that through his head. Crud. Better change that. "Damn right I think they are expendable. They keep popping back anyway, it doesn't matter to me if we inconvenience them. Oh no!", he says, grinning mockinGLy, "Our planet is in their way, let them move it over a few miles. No, if the Stardroids truly are here or even wish to help us, then they will anyway even if we go against their magical word, even if we piss them off. Isn't that what RepLIforce has done here? They continue helping the United Nations even AFTER they betrayed them. Why? Because they wish to help humanity and reploids co-exist. They truly wish that. Being the subject of attacks as a result and insults as a result have not harmed their resolve. Much of Humanity has called YOU, Pharaoh Man, and the rest of your faction as bloodthirsty madmen, but even then your organization seeks to help the very people who call you such things, even though it means conquering them. Nevermind if you are doing this in the right manner, the point is that is your intent. All of us here wish to help the people of the World in their own manner, we disagree on how, thus that is why there is war. If the Stardroids wish to help us, then I beLIeve they are -quite capable- of doing so against our will.", he then looks to Cancer and adds, in a much more mild tone, "Don't use the water here to make it. It's horrible stuff. The worst I ever tasted." [Radio: (C) GLobal] ELIse Kiritsu transmits, "...I did not just see that..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "A pink elephant?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] ELIse Kiritsu transmits, "That Coffee...DOES THAT DAMNED STARDROID KNOW HOW DAMNED LONG IT TOOK ME TO ACTUALLY SUCCESFULLY SMUGGLE THAT COFFEE!(TM) IN THERE? *audible twitch*" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Magnet Man transmits, "GLowing Green Giraffe with bright neon spots?" Cancer mutters at Ra. "Sure. Sure." He places his COFFEE! Into a Thermos, before bLInking to wear Ra is, "Regular with a bit of sugar." He bLInks back at where the thermos is... "What? I'm not Armorless, am I? Oh god, I'm probably am! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" He runs around for a bit, before actually vanishing. You may discuss. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "If he did it to tick you off then he probably did know the trouble you went to smugGLIng it." " ... And these are the people we're running scared from," Abernathy remarks cheerfully on Cancer's disappearance. Cancer has left. Kumicho sighs and eyes Cancer.. And that is one of the stardroids he plans on negotiating with.... Ring Man says, "What fools these Stardroids be." [Radio: (C) GLobal] ELIse Kiritsu transmits, "*twitches* Damnit. I need some caffiene." Dr. Doppler has disconnected. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "I GOT SOME BUT YOU'RE NOT HAVING ANY, SO NAH!!!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Magnet Man transmits, "Settle down, you'll grow wrinkles or something." Dr. Wily has disconnected. [Radio: (C) GLobal] Wild Card transmits, "..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Wild Card transmits, "This is why I drink whiskey..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] ELIse Kiritsu transmits, "THAT WAS MY DAMN COFFEE! GIVE ME BACK MY COFFEE!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Squeak Toy Serenade yawns. "Wh? Oh. That debate thing is STILL going on?" Pharaoh Man guffaws audibly, and doesn't bother to take a seat before speaking agian. " Oh, poor, poor Sigma. Can't coexist with them, so I have to wipe them all out. Please. Your answer to a problem is to kill it, or die trying. I never said the Stardroids deserved 'pity'. I said that one should /not/ be so quick to simply label them for destruction. There are more things in Heaven and Earth then dreamt of your Philosophy, my dear Sigma. You make decisions and tamper with forces you obviously do not /begin/ to comprehend. Do you even know how to destroy a Stardroid? The last time it was done, it required the help of every Stardroid present save three. And I doubt Genocide is something any of them are quick to join in on, when they are the targets. " The Master of Sands, smirks sLIghtly at Cancer, not even turning around as the incident dissapears 'in a puff of smoke'. " Did it ever occur to you that the Stardroids who wish to help cannot because their direct interference and presence in an open location betrays them to their hunters, the Nigh AlLIed Stardroids? Denebola himself could 'smell' Regulus upon me, from only a pair of incidents in which I came into contact with said Stardroid. Regulus also hinted that expending his energy gave him /away/ to Denebola. More proof you do not understand the situation to any extent to be making any 'judgements'. Period. Go back to Europe , for you obviously need more practice 'playing God'. " [Radio: (C) GLobal] Wild Card transmits, "Give me a kiss to build a dream on, and my imagination will thrive upon that kiss. Sweetheart, I ask no more than this: a kiss to build a dream on. Give me a kiss before you leave me, and my imagination will feed my hungry heart. Leave me one thing before we part, a kiss to build a dream on. When I'm alone with my fancies, I'll be with you, weaving romances, making beLIeve they're true. Give me your LIps for just a moment, and my imagination will make that moment LIve. Give me what you alone can give," [Radio: (C) GLobal] Wild Card OOC Dammit! [Radio: (C) GLobal] Magnet Man transmits, "Bah, I still don't understand whats so good about Whiskey and Coffee, JOLT COLA is the drink of the gods. Then Beer." [Radio: (C) GLobal] ELIse Kiritsu transmits, "Are you kidding me? Coffee is the drink of the gods, man! OF THE GODS!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Magnet Man transmits, "Mmmm no." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Metal Man transmits, "They all are the drinks of the gods." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Wild Card transmits, "Maybe if you spike it with a stiff LIquor, it is." "If this, if that, blah, blah, blah," Rigger remarks while striding away from Abernathy's side to join into the discussion to some extent. "Does it really matter what they *could* or *would* do? Whatever they could or would do, if this or if that happened, what they have done is precious LIttle other than try to confuse us." Cancer's presence is not ingored, persay, but she has LIttle to say to him. He did threaten to kill her not too long ago. What was she going to converse with him about? [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Drink the coffee! Don't give it back! Remember the rule, what yee take it away from the meek ye have to drink." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Wild Card transmits, "... what have YOU been drinking?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Wild Card transmits, "And where can I get some?" Prismatic Spider sighs... "I guess they can't be intimidating and mysterious all the time. Nevertheless, Sigma... People are hard pressed to get anything useful done when they are being chased everywhere by people who want to kill them. How will they be able to help if we're trying to kill them? We are not the judge, jury, and executioner... Let us not make ourselves out to be such."