December 27th
09:23 AM
Britannian Secretariat of State for Foreign Relations, U.N. Branch
"My lord your scheduled meeting is in seven minutes." The Britannian crony informed the well dressed man sitting before a screen. "Would you wish to review the footage one last time before it we must really start now."
The past few days had been busy, terrorism, Orphan, terrorism on Orphan. And those were just internal matters, not his concern all in all seeing as the noble sitting here was placed in charge of foreign representation. But that didn't mean he couldn't be concerned about them, especially considering that the freezing incident all the way in Area 10 had rendered his highness the Crown Prince bedridden.
"Go ahead." The man spoke, "Start the footage at Miss Koenig's introduction and play until the first question."
The object of her presentation, the Chulip, had in fact landed not all too far away. Notably having been inert since arriving, which brought the question to the fore of whether the object had been rendered inert by its orbital entry thereby denying those on the other end of it to send the selfsame unmanned army towards the earth's somewhat vulnerable underbelly. Still, it was under joint surveillance by the various nations and so far no evacuation had been issued.
"The league made a proper embarrassment of itself did it not?" He spoke to the underling who controlled the presentation, "First they make a fuss about the invaders, then they actually group up for the first time in two lifetimes only to crumple like that." It had been a proud tradition of war that the invader suffered a lot more intense losses than the defender, both sides in this conflict looked like they got a taste of that. However it had caused a massive dent in the fame of the League, no longer were they this invincible force if only they teamed up. In space with them there was a group which could meet them on the field of battle and score a decisive victory.
The adherent nodded along "Quite so my Lord."
"I suppose today we will find out whether it was the failings of the League or the fortitude of these Jovians which created their victory."
The selfsame man, positioned at the end of a long table hands gently resting on the wood sourced no further than his very own homeland, looked towards the screen on the other end. In just a few moments a man half the solar system away would exchange words with him. The room behind him, clad in the expected decadence of the homeland. A small slice of Britannia in the other half of the world one which indicated just the raw vastness of the natural bounty Britannia had access to.
The screen went on, it was the time for politics on an interplanetary scale.
"Greetings Chairman, in the name of His Excellence the Emperor I am honored to receive you even if it is not in person."
"My name is Grand Duke Barnabus Saintclair, representative for the Britannian Empire here at the U.N. While I am filled with curiosity about not just your nation I shall save these questions for later, it would be remiss of me to barrage one who contacted us with questions before listening to what they wish to say. As such the floor is yours."
By all accounts a formality, for most questions were liable to be answered by an introduction but both of these statements served the joint purpose of establishing one as host and the other as guest. There was genuine curiosity what the Jovian Federation wished from them, whether it was allies on the ground to sandwich the league between or to establish a more positive relation before a surprise invasion as the LCC indicated would happen.
But that wouldn't be allowed to undermine Britannia's position as one of the most powerful nations on Earth.
09:23 AM
Britannian Secretariat of State for Foreign Relations, U.N. Branch
"My lord your scheduled meeting is in seven minutes." The Britannian crony informed the well dressed man sitting before a screen. "Would you wish to review the footage one last time before it we must really start now."
The past few days had been busy, terrorism, Orphan, terrorism on Orphan. And those were just internal matters, not his concern all in all seeing as the noble sitting here was placed in charge of foreign representation. But that didn't mean he couldn't be concerned about them, especially considering that the freezing incident all the way in Area 10 had rendered his highness the Crown Prince bedridden.
"Go ahead." The man spoke, "Start the footage at Miss Koenig's introduction and play until the first question."
The object of her presentation, the Chulip, had in fact landed not all too far away. Notably having been inert since arriving, which brought the question to the fore of whether the object had been rendered inert by its orbital entry thereby denying those on the other end of it to send the selfsame unmanned army towards the earth's somewhat vulnerable underbelly. Still, it was under joint surveillance by the various nations and so far no evacuation had been issued.
"The league made a proper embarrassment of itself did it not?" He spoke to the underling who controlled the presentation, "First they make a fuss about the invaders, then they actually group up for the first time in two lifetimes only to crumple like that." It had been a proud tradition of war that the invader suffered a lot more intense losses than the defender, both sides in this conflict looked like they got a taste of that. However it had caused a massive dent in the fame of the League, no longer were they this invincible force if only they teamed up. In space with them there was a group which could meet them on the field of battle and score a decisive victory.
The adherent nodded along "Quite so my Lord."
"I suppose today we will find out whether it was the failings of the League or the fortitude of these Jovians which created their victory."
The selfsame man, positioned at the end of a long table hands gently resting on the wood sourced no further than his very own homeland, looked towards the screen on the other end. In just a few moments a man half the solar system away would exchange words with him. The room behind him, clad in the expected decadence of the homeland. A small slice of Britannia in the other half of the world one which indicated just the raw vastness of the natural bounty Britannia had access to.
The screen went on, it was the time for politics on an interplanetary scale.
"Greetings Chairman, in the name of His Excellence the Emperor I am honored to receive you even if it is not in person."
"My name is Grand Duke Barnabus Saintclair, representative for the Britannian Empire here at the U.N. While I am filled with curiosity about not just your nation I shall save these questions for later, it would be remiss of me to barrage one who contacted us with questions before listening to what they wish to say. As such the floor is yours."
By all accounts a formality, for most questions were liable to be answered by an introduction but both of these statements served the joint purpose of establishing one as host and the other as guest. There was genuine curiosity what the Jovian Federation wished from them, whether it was allies on the ground to sandwich the league between or to establish a more positive relation before a surprise invasion as the LCC indicated would happen.
But that wouldn't be allowed to undermine Britannia's position as one of the most powerful nations on Earth.