Andromeda Approaches(Diplomatic Empire Claim)

The sky above Washington DC was bright, the sun keeping it's head above and lighting the day for humanity. The streets bustled with people crowded around an arranged meeting place. Here the U.S. government would escort the Andromedean royalty to the gathering where the fate of their species would be decided. The people of Andromeda needed a home, their ship was low on fuel and quite frankly it was getting old. The mechanics could only do so much with what little they had. This led the Andromedean people to their last hope, a galaxy that mimicd their own before it's destruction. The earthlings had agreed to meet with the empress about the potential colonization of their moon, no doubt they would be suspicious but, perhaps a deal of some kind could be reached.

Mariana sat upon her throne(yes it's portable) standing next to it were the sun and moon sentinels. These fabled guards of Andromeda would serve as her guards on the earth. The ship they flew in was her private vehicle, much like the rich of Earth had private jets, she had a private space craft. It was sleek and sliver, looking like a stealth vehicle of earths air force. It flew just above the clouds, heading towards the capital of the United States(who so kindly offered to hold the meeting). A message came from her pilot, they were approaching their destination. The blonde alien peered out the window, gazing over the now visible city of Washington D.C. It's buildings were primitive compared to their architecture, made of stone and other earthen poor earthen materials. The empress however, admired their dedication and if things went over smoothly she could share some of their people's construction secrets.

The silver craft approached a landing area, it was fenced off from the hordes of people gathered around. They held papers with words on them, the empress could just barely make them out. FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO BLOW UP, there was no doubt the sign held hostile intent which explains why the people were screaming. These citizens didn't want the Andromedean's anywhere near their planet. Her thoughts were cut short by her diplomatic advisors, they told her it was time to go. She stood up and pressed a button on her throne, it began to shrink and fold. Turning from a white chair into a
gold necklace. She gently picked it up and placed it around her neck, the door to the back of the craft slid open and a walkway extended out.

The crowd began to roar with anger, some people threw things towards the ship. The first thing to leave the ship were the two mecha, the Moon Sentinel stood around 10 ft tall and the Sun Sentinel stood around 11 ft. In their hands they held axe style weapons. They took up positions on opposite sides of the walkway, inside the ship the empress breathed deeply and took her first step into the Earth.

The planet was exactly like her home world, she could breathe the air just fine without equipment and the force of gravity was nearly identical. She strode down the walkway, doing her best to drown out the sound of the people who desperately wanted her and her people gone.

@lords_of_light:

Sam Washington was the closest thing the country had to a leader. He had suggested the location, had it scoured by Secret Service teams from 196 countries, and even come to represent the USA. He felt no fear.

The entrance was built with the spinning rings that removed Sam's armor, and they flipped out of the ground as he touched down, peeling off the titanium plating as he entered. His bodyguards, wearing the same armor, took places by his seat. The placard next to his read "Knightfall." So he was next to Iceland. The propaganda war between the two counties had died down somewhat, but Big Brither was no friend to Sam.

"Are we ready to begin, 'your highness?'" He used the honorific ironically, grinning as the rest of the UN member countries' representatives filed in. The meetingplace had been declared international ground for the duration, but some were visibly uncomfortable at being surrounded by enemies.

@lords_of_light:

Hadrian arrived by air, a craft taken from the construction taking place in the orbit of Earth. He had wanted to observe himself, the building of his space station, the symbol of Iceland as a world power.

He exited in his customary attire, the stark-white suit, monochromatic but for his face. His hand rested on a cane, though his posture implied that it was not a convenience, but a weapon.

He sat down next to Washington, barely gracing him with a curt nod. His focus was on the ET. Their sensors had detected the intrusion into Icelandic space about a month beforehand, but kept it clandestine, in case it could be captured. They announced their presence before Hadrian could order a strike, however, and he did not wish to tip his hand about the galactic naval program.

@lords_of_light:

Now that STRIKE was no longer associated with either the UN or any national government Tyrus arrived in DC with her own guard. Her aircraft touched down smoothly and she strode down the ramp with her guard, a single teenage girl with a bow. After the Supreme Shaytan had retrieved Raeyn Tyrus had finally arranged a meeting with her and Raeyn had resumed her membership in STRIKE, at least for the time being. None save a select few new the girl with her was Raeyn, the girl's public name was Erin.

The choice of Raeyn was a simple one, if things went wrong she had no question in Raeyn's ability to both defend Tyrus and possibly the aliens themselves. She also knew there was a good chance the aliens would be able to scan Raeyn and determine her actual species, give the Time Siphon's infamy across much of the Universe the sort of fear that might instill could prove useful. To extremely advanced scanning systems capable of detecting temporal energy, Raeyn was practically a walking fountain of it, a massive concentration of temporal energy.

Tyrus glanced at the protesters and smiled a little as she made her way into the meeting chamber. Raeyn took a position at the entrance with her bow held casually in her hands and stood silently. Tyrus's eyes swept over the room and her battle mapping kicked in instantly. She put those thoughts aside and made her way directly to the alien representative. "As Earth's first line of defense against external threats, allow me to welcome you to Earth." Tyrus said. "My name is Tyrus, I am the director of STRIKE. If I or my guard can be of any service to you during these proceedings please let me know."

Tyrus was on a diplomatic side many might not expect but it was not for altruistic reasons. A friendly race on the moon could provide an added layer of extraterrestrial defense. It was that simple. I have a few other suggestions for places they might go if this goes poorly. I also have all of our forces prepared to mobilize if they should prove hostile when they don't get their way.

Tyrus knew her youth and the supposed youth of her guard might present interesting difficulties here, buts he didn't care and would find ways around it.

@redwhiteblue: @tyrus_:Despite the citizens obvious hostilities towards the aliens, these two seemed a bit more...kind. The earthlings no doubt had a few bad run ins with hostile races of aliens but, she had a deeper understanding of that then any of them. She lost her whole family and most of her race to a hostile force of primitive beasts.

"Thank you, I will consider that should my own defenses prove not enough."

She had learned english from her time orbiting the earth, speaking it was easy but the writing was a bit hard still. Either way she walked, her two sentinels taking up places on either side of her designated spot. The sign read her name, Mariana in large black letters. The other diplomatic advisors took the seats on both the left and right of her spot. As for her she moved the chair against the wall and placed her necklace on the ground. It shifted expanding and unfolding from the rather small gold necklace into a white throne. The empress took the seat atop her throne, using it less for comfort and more to make a point that she was in fact royalty.

"You don't mind do you," She said towards the one who had made the snide remark towards their political system, "As for the meeting I would rather wait for the others to gather, I'm sure there are voices other then just yours that would like to be heard."

@redwhiteblue: @tyrus_: @lords_of_light:

Leon & @orion_savage

The Liafador Legacy would touch down silently, descending from the sky as the aliens did with a curious expression. Another man, arriving alone dressed in a black suit with ultramarine eyes stood next to him. The two would shake hands amidst Leonard's disgusted glance at the crowd. However much Leonard would like the meeting to be cordial, he was certain some attending would craft an air of hostility, born from innate xenophobic nature augmented perhaps by their surroundings or childhood.

@hadrian_knightfall: @redwhiteblue: @tyrus_: @lords_of_light: @leonardo_liafador:

(I figured I better come in now if I wanted in, nearly missed the whole thing)

A helicopter brought James Merrarn and his crew in, although not an actual leader he had some influence on public opinion. As well as now being the main representative of alien and super powered activities for the G.E.D. He wore his black suit, as usual. As well as notepad and such, although he was also armed with a 22 pistol. Not that it would do much against plenty here, but he liked having it around. Even if he didn't expect trouble.

He came in quickly, his crew trying to keep up. He hated being late.

He remained standing, as he neither wanted nor thought himself worthy of a seat. He had severel questions ready to ask.

@lords_of_light:

Anguish flavors would be installed as the thick slime forced itself down a womans throat. The parasite swimming through the caves down her neck muffled her intense screams. Its presence inside her body started to gradually afflict her mind as her screams turned into slight moans. Slightly after it would be laughter. It was a reasonable action that the doctor had to make to welcome himself to these foreigners. Taking one of the U.S Governments bodies to speak through like a recycled walky talky, he would hope he could enjoy this tea party of theirs as he is never invited, but this one seems to be open.

"As for the meeting I would rather wait for the others to gather, I'm sure there are voices other then just yours that would like to be heard."

The possessed woman limped and dragged her limbs down the hallways and into the room. A camouflaged failure in most peoples eyes. Her stance was too sluggish, skin too pale, difficulty to breathe, and a major smile to go alone. It was obvious something was off. Taking a seat, nobody would know her, she was just a random worker. A second later a sprinkle of vomit would cock out an activated cellphone that slid across the table.

"Oh pick me! I'm a voice of this planet! I would like to be heard before someone destroys this phone.." It was the voice of the mad doctor, Wheatley. His voice was aged, rough but happy and carefree. It was slightly robotic due to the cellphones quality, but the stability of his crackling pipes would taunt those of innocent hearts. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am yours truly Doctor Wheatley, and my associate that vomited my introduction? Someone that had such beautiful screams..."

@lords_of_light: The Senator filled the mug to the brim with a pot of freshly brewed black coffee. With what was on the plate for today's activities it was certainly going to be essential. He sipped the coffee, careful not to spill on the cleanly pressed suit before even getting to the meeting. Goliath turned himself to the door, stepping out into the massive meeting room, more empty than anticipated considering the massive weight of the event. Senator Stover gazed to the front of the frontal of the podium as he walked to his seat. Vomit on the floor with a phone in the middle, already a bad omen. He brushed by the throne giving a nod and a paper smile to the others on board. Well isn't that a surprise. The President is nowhere to be found but at least we have the Liafador and the Knightfall here putting their fingers in our buisness, the warlord who probably can't even legally drink, and that goddamn clown Washington. This is going to suck.

He sat onto a chair about two seats down from Uncle Sam, placing the coffee mug down. Turning his gaze to the white throne. In Cosmic Conquorer's vast experience of the cosmos he had to have encountered them at some point possibly. The technology and design was foreign to him but the outfit the Empress wore seemed to hold some kind of familiarity. Any ideas on the Andromedeans would have to be held until the Empress herself shed light on their background.

The bleary grey skies of Washington D.C. had rarely seemed less appealing to Mercy. The sporadic and mercurial weather of the East Coast was something she rarely missed, and if ever she sought it out, New York City was always her stopover point for a weekend of pleasure and sin with Valerie.

Of course, pleasure would be the last word used to describe her purpose here, as was evident by the throng of heated protesters as she gracefully exited the chauffeured town car. Opting out of the usual Rolls or Aston Martin and instead choosing something slightly more demure, the assassin and philanthropist drew every eye as her Louboutin heels hit the pavement.

They were like a bloodthirsty frenzy, because peppered in with the vitriolic protesters were the utterly vile paparazzi. She threw her shoulders back, straightened her neck, and plastered a smile on her face, one dazzling enough to outshine even the flashes that were unceremoniously blinding her.

Kill them with kindness. Kill them with kindness. Kill them with kindness. She mentally repeated the mantra even as her thoughts were filled with pictures of killing them in actuality.

Invasive question of every sort were thrown her way and still she fought through the thronging crowd as security did their best to hold them back. Some questions cut through the mental bubble that she had erected around herself, but she paid them no heed. "I'm just here for the meeting," she said, giving them at least one sound byte. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

She slipped her hands into the pocket of the form-fitting structured Alexander McQueen trench coat, looking every inch of the wealthy woman she was known to be, and not at all like the illustrious assassin she was known as in certain circles.

Without making any noise save for the light clack of her heels against the floor, Mercy slipped into the designated assembly room without any further ado after advancing past the proper checks. She held no illusions that they were for show only. With a meeting such as this, with figures such as these - figures who elicited great curiosity within her - there was only so much that security could do.

She quietly and unobtrusively took a seat, blending into this particular crowd as much as anybody could, reining in her curiosity and leaving all of her acutely honed senses on alert should the inevitable scuffle break out.

Using a surveillance blind-spot, the man had just 'appeared' within the premises of the complex. Nonchalant in his walk and transmitting a general feeling of warmness, he suddenly strode out from behind the corner but wasn't truly himself. He wasn't masked as distinctly as for this occasion he was someone else entirely, a perfect mimicry of a journalist.

"Uhm...excuse me gentlemen...", he attempted to passively slip through the conference room security but found himself unable to move any of the soldiers. "...I've been granted full security clearance for this conference so if you could be so kind as to...", he awkwardly gestured whilst showing his credentials. "...move? Thank you."

"Soa vice president (@redwhiteblue), an alien monarch (@lords_of_light), a god (@leonardo_liafador) and a devil (@doctor_wheatley) all sit down at one ta--- Eh you probably already heard this one.", he joked to relieve some of the tension within the room. By looks alone he shouldn't even be with them in the room, he looked like a middle class worker at best. Unkept hair, prescription glasses, hands in his pockets and a leather jacket. Not to mention his sloppy body language and the evident Kansas 'smalltown accent' that betrayed any attempts at pretense.

"Sorry.", he mildly raised his hand as to convey his apologies. "Lionel Clarke, from 'Prescient Times', I've been invited to review this session.", he said and folded his second hand jacket over his hand before finding comfortable seating and pulling a small stereo recorder from his weathered messanger bag.

@damien_bonaparte:

Erin spent a long time examining the newly arrived journalist with her eyes, not with the hormone crazed eyes of a sixteen year old but with eyes that hid the reality behind them. If she registered anything unusual about the new arrival though she said nothing and returned to watching the room.

Tyrus smirked a little at his attempt at humor. "Well Mr. Clarke, welcome to the table. Are you familiar with everyone here? I think they gave us all name placards, if you need anything just let me know, at least until we get started. My guard over at the door, Erin, can help you with anything else you might need, just understand if she's a little cold or busy." Unlike her guard, Tyrus had no reason to suspect anything unusual about Mr. Clarke and she trusted Raeyn's judgement on whether or not he should be allowed in.

@tyrus_:

"Fortunately I am already familiar with most of you. Either from work or other news outlets. Thank you, miss...", he squinted his eyes and adjusted his glasses. "...oh, just Tyrus.", he quietly voiced before returning his focus back towards her. Casually flipping the side-switch on the stereo recorder with his thumb he came to ask himself. "I am actually quite surprised to see your agency here, ma'am. Do not take it personally but, from what has been told publicly, you are officially unrecognized by the majority of nations so it is certainly...quaint to see you here. I believe your last ties to any sort of legal system were those you had to the US. Could you shine a bit of light into this controversy?"

James watched everything with his usual "death stare" that made it appear he was planning to kill everyone in the room.

The new arrival journalist (@damien_bonaparte) was rather suspicious, and James kept him under watch and ear. He also found the joke rather unamusing.

He had already met Tyrus (@tyrus_) during an interview about STRIKE and was well aware of her intelligence and that if someone was to start a fight of some sort of wasn't likely to be her, unless she was preventing it.

Of course the person who vomited a phone was the most odd ( @doctor_Wheatley )

The cameras caught it of course, they'd been recording since before he arrived. Of course he wanted to make his own actions about it, but he kept them to himself while clenching his fist, "Maledictus sadist!" He whispered hardly hearable or even lip readable. In fact it meant cursed sadist in latin.

Tyrus smirked at his comment. "Recognize us or not, STRIKE remains the primary means of defending this planet against major external threats. In short, they don't have to recognize us for us to operate and have an impact. These aliens either represent a threat or an opportunity." She smiled a little, turning her glass of water on the table. "We withdrew all ties because the United States betrayed our trust as an organization and betrayed my trust personally. I will not put my agents, my heroes or my property in danger by continuing to operate alongside governments willing to threaten and betray if we don't ask how high when they tell us to jump. STRIKE was being treated as an arm of the US government, we have never been that, that was never part of our agreement."

Tyrus glanced across the table at the alien representative. "And now we have an opportunity to make allies rather than enemies and I want to hear their side of the story. The U.S. Government can't even elect a President that doesn't turn out to be evil or disappear. When it does that, we can talk about recognition."

@tyrus_:

Following her statement, Lionel retreated his stereo recorder from her proximity. "True enough, I suppose. Even though it is arguable that, given the density and diversity of the metahuman populus, you in fact are the 'first line'. However, I believe your answer was very..." Savage. "...eloquent all by itself so I won't bother you with any more absurd questions as there indeed are more pressing matters. So just thank you for your input and willingness. I am a firm believer of hearing out both sides of the story before concluding."

@doctor_wheatley: @leonardo_liafador: @damien_bonaparte: @senator__steel: @mercy_: @admirallogic: @tyrus_: @hadrian_knightfall: @redwhiteblue:

While the humans had gathered the Andromedeans spoke amongst each other in quiet whispers about the people that arrived. Looking them over and attempting to guess their position in the coming debate, eventually the amount of participants began to slow and from the conversations people were making their interest was quickly fleeting. The Empress waved her hand and the advisors went back to their seats, she now faced the crowd sitting atop her throne.

"I think that's everyone, I suppose we should begin the debates. Now I am sure you all have plenty of questions which I assure you I will address. Before any of that I would like to make a statement, tell you our story and why we need your galaxy." The Empress went on to recap the events from start to finish, telling of the Dark spawn of Drathomir that ravaged her planet.

(Heres the backstory)

She waited a moment to let the events sink in, for everyone to hopefully realize the severity of their situation. She now spoke once more.

''As for why we wish to colonize your moon, the milky way is one of the few Galaxies we have come across that almost directly mirrors ours. Our world, Andromeda, was third from our sun. Earth is third from your sun, however this planet is already colonized. This is why we wish to colonize your moon yet if that is not possible we are willing to negotiate somewhere else rather close to Earth. Now we will accept your questions."

@lords_of_light:

"I do not wish to detract from what was clearly a traumatic experience, Ma'am, but 99 of the 196 UN member nations are not comfortable having an unknown quantity on the moon. It controls the tides, for one thing, and is by international law neutral territory. People aren't going to accept looking into the sky and seeing... Another race. We have no problem with you using Venus, should you be able to live there, since we can't. Mars is off limits as well, sadly. But there are a lot of asteroids up there as well, you know."

Sam spread his arms apologetically, but the grimly blank look on his face said his position simply.

@redwhiteblue: @lords_of_light:

"He's right," James said reffering to Samuels statement, "The tides are a dangerous weapon for one thing whether increased or decreased or simply manipulated. What reason exactly do we have to trust you? don't take offense on that though, I ask that of plenty of people. "

There was precious little evidence to prove they were friendlies except they hadn't attacked yet, but even that was little as some plans to decades to fully prepare for.

@lords_of_light: @doctor_wheatley: @leonardo_liafador: @damien_bonaparte: @senator__steel: @mercy_: @admirallogic: @hadrian_knightfall: @redwhiteblue:

Tyrus scribbled on a notepad while the others spoke. She circled the word "tides."

"I disagree." She said after a few moments. "The Moon does in fact control the tides, but it does so by its gravitational presence. To alter the tides using the moon, which I remind you they would be living on, would require either the moon's destruction or shifting its position. Even moving the moon gradually would have a crushing impact on anyone living there and cause significant stresses on its surface. If you wish to argue that they might move the moon at just slightly more than its present rate of acceleration away from the planet, I would think a solution could be found long before it became a problem."

Tyrus shifted her gaze to the alien for a moment and then back to everyone else. "You're going to need a better argument than tides. If you are truly suspect of their intentions, locating them *anywhere* within the Solar System could be deeply problematic, especially with the 'just colonize an asteroid' argument. Asteroids can be equipped with engines. Select the right one, or a series of them, and you reboot the planet. I'm not sure why anyone would suggest Venus either, considering its completely inhospitable to any humanoid life forms and would require decades worth of technological development to change."

@tyrus_:

"Miss Tyrus, our worry is not their accidental creation of a distasteful. Our worry is that their intentions are quite possibly malicious. No offense intended, but we've had a bad history with extraterrestrials, and trusting them with our oceans seems loke a colossally bad move. Another thing you fail to understand is that it's not an argument. We're trying to be fair, trying to give reason, but the UN's decision is final. The Andromendans do not go near our moon. And movement towards the moon will be treated as an act of war. And Miss? Your organazation is illegal, and only by France of public opinion do you remain active. Should you help them, you will be enemies of the state, and dealt with as such. Help them find a home, but you'd better clear t with the UN before doing anything."

The white-clad man to his left interjected. "Do not underestimate our capabilities, Madame. I could have this Andromedan ship destroyed in... point six seconds, by speaking a word." Hadrian fell silent, grim again.

@lords_of_light: @redwhiteblue: @tyrus_:

"The moon also gives plenty of resources and locations to operate on a military base. That's worse than handing over australia." James added, "A watched satellite of some sort might be more effective if we watch it being built to know how ti works and such."

@redwhiteblue:

'Erin' opened her mouth to say something and Tyrus promptly held up her hand to silence her.

"Actually our original charter made it quite clear STRIKE was to be an independent non-government run organization. The only reason we established contacts and contracts with world governments was to establish better relations and calm fears of our intentions. Our trust was betrayed, we reverted to our original charter, neither action is illegal. Destroying the alien ship on the other hand would be genocide, an act made quite illegal by the Geneva Conventions, which everyone in this room is held to. In addition, the UN has yet to make a decision which means I have both the right and the duty to speak out on this issue, do not attempt to silence my voice again with more threats, I have had quite enough of America's threats." Tyrus' eyes narrowed and the anger in her voice was quite clear. For the first time in public, she was no longer restraining her anger with the government. Before she had been diplomatic at least, now she was simply tired of their crap.

Tyrus shifted and leaned forward, clasping her hands together in front of her. "If you're so afraid of aliens, you might want to deal with the ones already on the planet...which of course would also be illegal, but by all means, go ahead. The only way these people pose a threat with tidal weapons is if they have them on their ship, using the moon would be catastrophically inefficient and expensive. It sounds like the plot from a comic book, quite frankly."

@redwhiteblue: @tyrus_:

"Well, quite frankly, the whole world feels like a story sometimes." James added, "Little is unbelievable. However the moon is still an incredibly effective weapon. It would actually be safer to allow them on Earth, where they're more likely to be noticed if attempting something."

@tyrus_:

"One. That means STRIKE was an illegal vigilante organization from thr start. UN sanctioning would make you legal, but you lack it. Two. Mr. Knightfall does not speak for the UN, and he was merely making sure everyone knew we were not undefended. Three. No one asked you to be silent, merely told you why you are wrong. Four. We are trying, although one notes you haven't exactly been helping. And five. I don't want to risk all of humanity on the off chance that these are finally the nice aliens everyone dreams about. Must be hard to hear, from up there on your flying warship, huh, Big Brother."

@tyrus_: @admirallogic: @redwhiteblue:

The Senator pushed the brim of the glasses up his face, peering between the candidate and the director. The mug lifted to his lips taking a long sip before placing it back on the counter. "Since it's clear STRIKE has an intention of allowing them on our moon, and since it's clear that the United States of America wants nothing to do with them we could certainly reach a crossing. STRIKE gets access to operate on the moon, of course assuming the UN allows. Share it with the Andromedans in service of making sure malicious activity against the United States or worse, the planet would be stopped in a timely matter." Senator Stover, pulled the cuffs of the dress shirt looking between them again.

@senator__steel: "You don't seem t see the problem here. We don't want ANYONE controlling the moon, and having two unregulated groups of unknown but certainly large power up there is an escalation, not a solution."

@senator__steel:

@lords_of_light: @redwhiteblue: @tyrus_:

"I'd like to repeat the suggestion of land instead, under watch of course." James said.

It seemed currently the best suggestion to him, and it might be better that way than plenty of other ideas.

@admirallogic: "We've not been acknowledging you because you are a reporter, Mr. Merrarn. You are here to record and report. Not to interject. Please refrain from speaking, or you will be removed from the premises."

@redwhiteblue: He put his hands onto the podium, leaning onto it as he stared towards Washington. "I'm not a fan of bringing in these refugees to the moon, but as it's clear these people have nowhere to go. They're not US citizens, or even Earth citizens at that but they're here for help. Are you trying to say you'd be turning away hundreds of thousands of immigrant families from going to a rock we don't even use? Would this policy on immigrants be carried over to humans too if you become president? Willing to deport men, women and children just because of principal?"

@redwhiteblue:

"I made no violation of my rights nor a hostile action of any kind, you were simply over sensitive about something I said." James said shrugging.

@senator__steel: "Senator, can you corroborate their story? Do you have a mysterious second source? No. Yi don't. So you suggest handing an unknown and possibly malicious alien entity control over the tides."

@admirallogic: "It's irrelevant what you said, and my opinion is irrelevant as well. You were warned. Escort him out, please." Sam gestured to a guard, who moved forward and firmly but carefully put his hand on Merrarn's arm.

@redwhiteblue:

James raised an eyebrow at the action. If people didn't know better by his record of non violence, except when actually threatened, it would have seemed he had just devised a way to kill the man.

"Take note of this," He said aloud, "This is a man who couldn't even stand a reporter adding in his word." His arm contortedly slipped out of the guards hands as he exited.

"This is why the world has so many problems, authority fails to listen to logic." He added as exiting.

@redwhiteblue: "No, I suggest we hand over a dormant planet of rock to a literal civilization of people that have been without a home for two decades. Under the overwatch of what I quote from the director, 'The primary means of defending this planet against major external threats'. Unless you plan on allowing an entire nation of innocent men and women to die then I see no reason to not leave this matter to the organization who is devoted to protecting the planet, in exchange for preventing their extinction. America's taken chances in the past, look at the Emancipation Proclamation. Risking the nations infrastructure and look how that turned out. As a member of the senate, I'm sure I speak for my state of Virginia and the rest of the country when I say we need to let these people have a fair chance."

@admirallogic: "No, Mr. Merrarn. You were disrupting the proceedings." He turned back to the group. "My apologies. Our tinfoil hat-wearing friend has demonstrated his incompetence already. I would have not allowed him entry, had I known he was coming. Please, forgive us."

@senator__steel: "You've failed to answer my question. What assurance do you have of their intent? And the same goes for STRIKE. It would be in Tyrus' best interest to say that she is our first line of defense, but no others have come forward to proclaim that, who are not connected to her in various ways. But you do have the honest opinion of a respected politician that both groups pose a threat to our national security. You wouldn't want to obstruct that...

Would you?"

"I agree completely." Orion spoke up, smiling at the mans words. "Unless they significantly alter the gravitational pull of the moon, then it would be immoral to not let these people inhabit the moon."

@lords_of_light:

Hastily choosing to shatter his own silence and reveal his attendance, Octavian spoke, his words serenely directed at the aliens in question. "You mentioned wishing to colonize the moon due to the fact that Earth has already been colonized. But we must resign ourselves to the fact that you more then likely wouldn't be the first, er, aliens to peacefully inhabit the Earth. Thus, it dawns on me that, even given the presence on our planet, there shouldn't be any troubles with your kind making residence on Earth, rather than on our moon."

@orion_savage: "Mister Savage, you have failed to assuage my concerns, and I hold the UN seat, so please, either actually add something or stay silent."

@doctor_wheatley: @leonardo_liafador: @damien_bonaparte: @senator__steel: @mercy_: @admirallogic: @tyrus_:@hadrian_knightfall: @redwhiteblue:

''ENOUGH"

The Empress's words rang out through the room, with them they carried the force of a woman fighting to defend her own. They were like the words of a mother when two children were arguing, she demanded for it to stop. Her hands gripped the side of her throne with enough force to turn her knuckles pale, the anger that poured from her body was noticeable and changed the atmosphere of the room entirely. The two mecha next to her moved their gears tensing up and weapons slightly lifted off the ground. Her anger seemed to alarm them, like they could tell she was upset and were ready to strike. As for the Empress's advisors, they seemed to anger with her, further showing the authority she had and respect her people held.

"I may not be of Earth or even understand the complexities of your society but, the people here were invited to voice their opinions on the subject and thus they will be allowed to do so. While you may be the governing bodies this is their world as well, all of these people deserve, no they have earned a voice. You can see it from the battle hardened expressions and the scars upon your souls. Here is where we are one in the same, my people hold the same scars and expressions if not more."

She relaxed herself, her death grip releasing from the chair. The mecha responded as well, returning to their original position.

"Seeing as how this is a debate involving the entire world all should be allowed to speak, so please refrain from insulting each other any further. We are here for diplomacy and this is not diplomacy, as for opinions I would like to hear from some of the quieter parts of the room. (@mercy_@leonardo_liafador@doctor_wheatley@damien_bonaparte). Even if they aren't governing bodies their voices have a right to be heard."

@orion_savage: @redwhiteblue:

"Mister Washington, with due respect I have answered your question. We have never had a solid guarantee. Do that young woman that is offering us her security's help look like a terrorist to you? Our enemies are mutants gone rogue, jihadists, and nazis, not that terrorized civilization. We're talking about a bare rock that serves no purpose to our world other than to just be there. And you are telling me that we will deny them over fear. It's quotes like that, that prove Mister Savage's point. This country's leaders are afraid of their own shadow. These people deserve rest and by god the United States are the welcome mat of the world, and here you are willing to just send them on a wild goose chase to find a home."

@lords_of_light: "No. If all eight billion people got to voice their opinions, it would be chaos. There should not be anyone here but the world leaders. Some others may stay because they wield significant power in other places, but this is no place for people to be interrupting. And remember. You are not in charge here. You came begging for our help, and we are here to discuss how to help you. You cannot make demands of us, you have nothing to bargain with. Now, to get back on topic. The UN refuses to let you stay on the Moon, Mars, or Earth. If you do, it will be war. What do you wish to do. If your problems are genuine, I sympathize, and will help find a place for your people, but that close to Earth is unacceptable."

@senator__steel: "Those jihadis strap bombs to children and use them to kill soldiers. I've seen it with my own eyes. And that bare rock could kill us all in any number of ways. I refuse to risk American lives on the uncertain guarantee they are not malicious, and even if they are not, refuse to out all of humanity in their hands. Nothing will shake me on this, and I have the UN vote here, not you."

@tyrus_: @redwhiteblue:"And what's your plan if they were to decide to attack at this very moment? Call in the Titanium Legion, like you say for every other threat brought to your attention? What if a force big enough to overwhelm them comes up, then what's your plan Washington? Say our military assets are in trouble from that force, and STRIKE is right next door. Are we going to just allow the military to take a risk with that force, or take the help from those so-called 'Illegal Vigilantes' that have devoted themselves to protecting us. Say these people have the firepower to do just that." He raised a finger to the director. "Theres the help, you feel that confident in your own ego-fed squadron of armor to protect us?"

@senator__steel:

To Sam's right, the Shadow of Milan, Hadrian Knightfall spoke up. "Iceland possesses capabilities if which you are ignorant, and will remain ignorant. We have the ability to end all threat to of sovereignty and continued existence, at any moment. Care to test me?"

@hadrian_knightfall: @redwhiteblue:

"Frankly, I don't see what business Iceland, or a Knightfall at that has doing here. Iceland could take care of the threat, sure but there is something bugging me...Haven't members of your own family been marked as vigilantes? If I'm not mistaken there have been a number of them taking unlicensed crime solving to the streets, and yet here you are speaking with Washington against it. One might even think you yourself support it."

@senator__steel: "Iceland has a UN seat, and as it's head I sit in that seat. As for my uncouth relatives, their actions do not speak for me. I value law."