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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/25/2017 4:15:40 AM
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"They're the fat moneymakers that that are usually the reason the turians and asari are more advanced military- wise than us." Riley responded to...whoever said that.
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[spoiler]Carly is the more American accent You'll know Vaughn when you see the mismatched wording [/spoiler] "Aye. Bloody money mongers ain't they?" "They wanted to speak with us, be nice, Vaughn." "Allright.."
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[spoiler]Alright, so the one speaking like Zaeed turned Irish is Vaughn. The other one is Carly. Thanks. Also, no offense.[/spoiler] The drone stopped scanning him, as the door opened, revealing the [url=http://orig03.deviantart.net/1047/f/2012/252/c/c/me3_din_korlack_by_chicksaw2002-d5e38nn.jpg]ambassador[/url], breathing. "Ambassador Korlack...are you alright?" Val asked, clearly worried for the chubby alien. "*breathes* Yes, Earth-clan. I...*breathes* believe that the newly created Asari Empire has backed off the Citadel. Commander Bailey mentioned this number. First...*heavily breathes* of all, I would like to... *breathes* pay my condolences to the Alliance and Militia's...*breathes* deceased." The could responded. Korlack continued with, "*breathes* As I have found out, *breathes* Cerberus is responsible for what happened with the Empire. *breathes* They also attempted an invasion of Irune, *breathes*, the could homeworld. We wish *breathes* to provide support to the Militia."
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"Any support you may offer to us will be gladly accepted, ambassador. What do you wish in return for your Support?" Carly asked, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at the ambassador
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The Volus simply breathed a little bit, before answering, "*breathes* We want *breathes* plans for the things you call *breathes* Titans. They will help us *breathes* with the war against the asari. We *breathes* would also like to create an *breathes* embassy upon Harmony."
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"So we provide you with Titans, and an embassy... What do we receive in return for providing you with these Titans?"
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"Our only dreadnought *breathes* and the volus bombing fleet will be at your service. I'll also *breathes* provide engineers which could be useful in the upgrading of your *breathes*Titans, and ships. We may also provide *breathes* economic support your way." The volus had replied.
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"Very well, that seems like it would be a fair deal. We will provide you with Titans, and allow you to set up an embassy on Harmony." Carly nodded in approval, looking to Vaughn "Aye, that seems fair."
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"Thank *breathes* you." Korlack replied, looking away from the two. "Now, *breathes* I have to start helping in rebuilding the *breathes* Citadel. Good day." The ambassador had said, ending his call. "So..." Val said, not knowing what to say next.
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"Yes?" Carly asked, glancing over at Val "Back to business!" Vaughn yelled, turning to leave the room
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"Yeah; who wants to play some damn beer pong?!" Riley yelled, a few other Alliance soldiers yelling hooray nearby. "Anything you want fro the Militia that we have, Carly?" Val asked, wondering if the Militia might need anything else.
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"We got shielding, Cannons. Can we spread all that to the battle cruisers of our fleets?" Carly asked.
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"Yes. It'll take some time, but I'm sure we could get it to the rest of your fleets." Val responded, Riley asking Vaughn if he wanted to join in the game of beer pong.
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"Get through the ninth fleet first. We're the beach head into the Frontier." Vaughn happily agreed to the game, following behind Riley to the game
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"Alright. Probably would go back, until we reached the more crippled fleets, if there are any." Val had replied. "Anything else...or are we ready to start rebuilding?" She asked.
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"We're aware that some of your N7 Spectres have shielding technology that protect them from a number of bullets before getting through to the armour. Could you provide schematics for the shields so that we could integrate it with Pilot armour?"
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"Duh." Val responded, typing into her Omni-tool. "There; should be transferred to your data. Also put in a few plans for other stuff; N7 weapon schematics, extra locations for materials such as iridium and element zero, even some experimental weapon schematics for ice and toxic type weapons." Val explained, before an Alliance soldier rushed up to Carly. "Ma'am, I believe Admiral Anderson wants to talk to you." He says. "Go ahead; I've got to get back to upgrading the Deimos, anyways." Val responds, saluting Carly before rushing off. The comms in the room reopened, revealing Anderson. "Carly Summers, right?" He asked.
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"Not Summers. Not related to the general of the ninth fleet unfortunately. Just Carly, Admiral Anderson." "But yeah, I am Carly. What can I do for you, Admiral?"
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"Ah, of course. Apologize; sill needed to know names. I guess Lieutenant Hong already went over what we'd be willing to provide?" Anderson asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
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"Yes sir, and everything else was made clear during the initial negotiations with Colonel Cooper. This is just glossing over everything, making deals and insuring that our relationship is stable and strong."
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"Of course. Perhaps something else will also help; I've convinced the Salarians to send some of their elite STG along with Salarian 6th Fleet to help the Militia. They should be coming to Harmony by tomorrow night...at least that's what I heard from Major Kirrahe." Anderson had said.
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"Excellent, I've heard great things about the Salarian STG from some of your people. I look forward to seeing them on Harmony."
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"Of course. Jondum Bau also wished to provide some intel he received on Cerberus. They could try to attack you to get to us; you never know." Anderson had told Carly. "Apologizes for the short talk. Still have to get the Alliance fleets and armies to regroup...and begin rebuilding. Anderson out." He responds, ending the call. "Anyone else you would like to contact, ma'am?" The soldier asked Carly.
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"Attempt to reach Colonel Pilot Jack Cooper. Ninth Fleet, Marauder Corps division, aboard the [i]Militia's Valiance[/i] around orbit of YF-498, Ichnaea Star System."
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"Yes ma'am. Preparing connection now." The soldier said, approaching a console, typing in the coordinates for the message.
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"Any luck?" Carly asked, glancing at the soldier responsible.
