Meeting of the Leviathan & the Chimera

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There was a chilly wind across the Elafosian waters which met with the Warreic and Jenerian archipeligos’ territorial waters. Across this chilly, windy waterscape, there was a small fleet movement, a ship that looked like a private travel boat, though affixed with four machine guns, and manned by marines, led the way for two cruisers.

They moved towards the butting bay that was the city of Aetria, and it’s lands. They moved towards it, without pause or problem, they did so under authorization of the Elafos coalition, and as they entered the Aetrian bay (or rather, the small craft did), there was a chuckle from the cabin.

Aetria’s port was absurdly clean, marble like white rock making up most of the dock buildings, and even the workers who were working, working in suits that were absurdly clean for the sort of work they were doing, and probably were only so clean from the exoskeletons some used for the particularly heavy work, and the amount of watchfulness over them.

It was very different than Warre, just as most of the coalition was, but it was also similar. Similar enough that when the ship came to the piers, there wasn’t even a pause for a worker to greet them. The ship stopped, and two soldiers followed by the King, disembarked, hopping onto the pier and one of the soldiers docking the ship with the pier. The trio began to walk towards the port itself, and the soldiers carried their rifles, AMB-18s, without pause.

It was a given that the King would have guards with him, after all. Now it was just time to wait.

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A couple of snowflakes lazily drifted to the ground infront of Persephone as she stood motionless, watching the King and his two guards approaching. The main building of the port lay behind her. A large dome, constructed from almost disturbingly clean white stone for the lower sections of wall and the rest in a blue tinted glass, gleaming metal supports visible within.

The characteristic sound of an automatic door opening made her turn and smile pleasantly as several assistants quickly took their place at her side. Out of the corners of her eyes she could also see four soldiers, two on either side, flanking Her and Her handmaidens.

Persephone quietly cleared her throat and took a single step forward. It was a cold day and the wind whipped around her, yet her platinum blond hair seemed to stay completely still, draped across her shoulders and down her back. She wore what appeared to be a light blue dress and over it a black opera coat with a twisting, vine like design on the inside and outside of the coat.

She bowed slightly as the King approached her. “Greetings, King of Warre. I am Lady Persephone.”

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There was a pause before a response, a half bow. half nod, towards the Lady Persephone. Following this, he gave a nod to his soldier’s, stepped forward, and extended his hand.

“Feel free to call me by my name, Warren, or if you insist on referring to me by title, King Warren. I’m not the only King of Warre, ever, after all.”

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Persephone’s smile seemed to be a permenant feature, she looked down at his hand. “Warreic custom?” She reached out, held Warren’s hand for a moment and nodded. “I shall take you to meet The Council, Warren.”

The group arrived outside an ornate gatehouse, apart from them, the area was devoid of any human activity apart from the occasional patrol of armed guards, rushing past and trying to act as invisible as possible.

A large building reminiscent of some form of temple was visible beyond the gates and through a number of trees which seemed to form a secondary perimeter. Everything about it was out of place, seemingly ancient architecture in such a modern environment. “The Council is waiting.” Persephone turned to her handmaidens and guards and with a nod dismissed them. “I’m afraid your guards cannot enter. No weapons allowed within, surely you understand…”

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“Of Course.”

There was not a pause, and the King gave a nod to his guards, before following in Lady Persephone. There was a chuckle amongst the two soldiers as the King and his greeter were out of assumable earshot. Not many in the world had never seen a hand shake, from what they believed.

There was an internal smile amongst the King, too, as he marveled at the beauty of this temple like structure, not something that surprised him at all, with the fact that he had seen such beauty in his own country, as well, after coming there from America.

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Persephone led Warren through what seemed like idyllic parkland, divided by a series of paths and covered by a thin layer of snow, to the foot of a small set of steps which led to the two giant doors of the basilica*.

Two statues sat either side of the doorway, one resembling a unicorn and the other a phoenix. The large set of wooden doors creaked open, they were heavily decorated, depicting some battle. Persephone quickly hurried Warren through before the doors slammed shut behind them.

The inside of the basilica was open, essentially forming one large room. In the centre of the building was a large, round, stone table and some distance away were several rows of stone benches climbing up the four walls. Several large, clear glass windows punctuated the walls at exact intervals and allowed bright sunlight to shine upon the central table which was surrounded by eight chairs, almost throne like in appearance apart from one which was comparatively plain to the others.

Six silhouettes surrounding the table stood and turned towards the doorway as Warren entered.

Persephone turned to Warren and laid a hand on his shoulder, still smiling. “I shall let you introduce yourself.”

*Not the Christian version.

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There was no pause, the King giving a nod to

“Howdy! I’m Warren McCue, King of Warre, but you all already knew that. Pleased to meet you all, Lady Persephone Cora of Aetria,” he paused, to look towards Persephone. He wasn’t an idiot, and though this was an informal (and unannounced) meeting, he had expected someone of proper station to meet him. “Lord Petilius Servius of Valeria, Astraeus Keres of Lycia, Lord Endymion of Nocteia, Enyalius Astarte of Aquitania, Horus Theia of Tyr’asu and Lord Raphael Rhakos of Vylade.”

It sounded like he was reciting a foreign alpabet, from the pauses there, but he remembered all the names of the lords of the Cities of Elafos.

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“Howdy?” Petilius whispered snidely.

“Who said you could talk, Servius?” Astraeus’s voice broke the silence which seemed to hang in the air after Warren’s introduction. “Please excuse my friend here, I really don’t know why we keep him around.” Astraeus paused to listen to the rest of the council members struggling hard to supress laughter. “Please, Warren, take a seat.” The silhouette pointed towards the empty seat opposite him.

Persephone, still covering her mouth with her hand, silently took the seat next to Warren’s. “Almost all accounted for.” She chuckled.

“I am afraid Endymion is unable to attend.” the source of the voice, an attractive young woman with shoulder length black hair and with unhealthily pale skin lent forward into the light, smiled and reclined back into the shadows of her chair. “He’s fallen ill. So I’m his temporary replacement.”

“How is the young Master doing?” despite Enyalius being shrouded in darkess, you could tell from his voice that he was a physically imposing man. In part because his shoulders appeared wider than the chair back even though he had long since passed his prime years.

“He’s surviving.” Selene’s voice faltered slightly. “Doctor’s suspect poison.”

“Poison? That’s… Interesting.”

“For the last time Raphael, you’re not cutting my Endymion up, regardless of what’s wrong with him.”

“Fine. Your loss. I’m sure Warren here appreciates the wonders of scientific advancement.”

“Quiet.” Persephone, still smiling, turned to Warren. “Perhaps our meetings are somewhat – Informal. I hope you do not mind. Please, state your intentions.”

9

“Nothing says we have to be prudes our bureaucrats. Royalty does not make one above their humanity or make them formal at all points.” The comment was spoken almost on border of chuckling, from the irony, of course, of this situation.

“But back to business.” He stood up, pushing his chair in and walking in front of the partial round table. He did not pause when he stepped in front of the round table, he spoke simply and clearly.

“The East Pacific grows steadily more unstable with every day, and this is particularly true in our region. With the halt of aggression by Packivania and those nations with similar tendencies as it, and with the incidents in Loop, there’s no clear sign of peace or calmness in the region. Dveria, Sevropia, Vekaiyu, that whole lot are just a sign of this truth. Our region will continue to get out of our hands. Pirates and governments which curt attitude or serious politeness would prevent us from hitting for hits they promote to happen upon us are growing, soon to the point they’ll threaten our national sovereignty, our economies, and our people.” He paused, looking at the council, one through six. “Warre and Elafos are long time enemies. I seek to change this. To make it so that we are friends, brothers-in-arms. I plan to do this, and to solve the situation which lays in our way.”

He reached into his coat, pulling out a pen, which he clicked a button on, and which projected light onto a nearby wall, a large map clearly visible, a map of the East Pacific.

“Kelssek, Dannistan, Anglic Jutland, Lazlowia, Free Pacific States. They’re all fine nations, with nice cultures, but they don’t understand the threat to the security that we currently face. Dveria has executed several Listonian Vulpines living in the Kunal Heights, and if we don’t stop the bloodshed, the Vulpines of that nation will flood our nations, refugees seeking help from our nation and increasing our government’s burdens. Those nations don’t understand this, or that with refugees, comes heightened chance of terrorism, and of illicit activities.”

He chuckled.

“Last night, Dveria moved to shoot at Warreic ships, in Veyaikuian waters, ships which were only guarding themselves and the area. It, along with the trigger happiness of their armies, and the genocides that have been reported and in some cases verified, from there, leave me no choice. At this time, tomorrow, nine ARMS divisions, along with the 3rd and 5th Warreic Marines, with support from our air force and navy, will lay seige to Dveria. We will take it, and we will force peace upon them.”

There was a pause.

“I wish for Elafos to be our partner in this exercise, and it to be only the beginning of shared policies, for defense, economics, or otherwise, between our two nations.”

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Enyalius grunted. “An army needs to fight. Only so long you can expect us to play security guards. I do not want to see things escalate to the point where we’re directly affected.”

“The occurances within Listonia are, at best, worrying.” Horus slid his chair forward into the light and placed his clasped hands on the table. “I for one do not wish to see our neighbours suffer, irrespective of race. And of course, future arrangements sound promising.”

“I see little to gain from becoming bogged down in some foreign country’s own civil war.” Servius scratched his balding head. “And this talk of refugees concerns me little. I doubt they’ll be crossing the mountains any time soon. Valeria is fine on her own.”

“Servius you–” Astraeus sighed. “As far as I’m concerned it’s not the peacekeeping I find desirable. Warre and our Coalition standing together. Something I’d like to see.”

“Elafos needs overseas Allies.” for the first time since Warren’s arrival, Persephone’s tone seemed more solemn. “For what reasons do you aid Vekaiyu?”

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There was silence, listening to the responses of those gather, and there was not even a movement of expression from the King, until Lady Persephone’s question. He didn’t even pause to answer it.

“I help Veikaiyu because of her chances to be a great ally, and because in this situation, there’s no other side I can morally take to. Fox people, or not, at least they’re not killing their own nation’s citizens just because some of them have fur, and some don’t.”

He nods.

“And it’s easier to watch a friend than spy on an enemy.”

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“Good response, especially the latter half. Forgive me if I sounded, suspicious.” Persephone giggled slightly.

“Vekaiyu, communists, are they not?” Selene cleared her throat and looked towards Warren. “I’d appreciate it if we could refrain from allowing that to infect Elafos. And Nocteia isn’t obliged to take any side. But I must agree with my peers, except Servius.”

Raphael tilted his chair onto it’s back two legs and kicked his legs up onto the central table. “Vylade follows and supports Nocteia.”

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“Warre was a shield to it’s neighbors from Elafosian Agression in the past, so I’m quite sure we can block the brunt of any communistic policies fluttering towards Elafos’ member states, if they don’t want them to.”

The King’s words were calm and firm.

“Likewise, just because Warre is allied with Vekaiyu, does not mean you need to be. I ask you to help me secure our region, and consider helping Vekaiyu, for your own nation’s good as much as the region’s.”

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“Very well.” replied the shadow which Selene hid within.

“Very well indeed.” laughed Enyalius. “I support this.”

“As do I.” Astraeus nodded.

Servius gave a sigh and squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. “I too, am for this.”

Horus stood up and looked around the table. “King McCue, terms and conditions?”

15

“They’ll be in your respective hands within the hour.”

The King spoke clearly, and gave a bow before turning to leave the hall.