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United Nations General Assembly- Extraterrestrial Regulation.

Post by Orph » Fri Jan 11, 2019 2:17 am


The UN's general assembly chamber was empty. For now. David Mann's bodyguards- the Secret Service- were escorting him to his position. He'd been a military man, so having armed people in his presence wasn't unfamiliar. However, the way they stuck to him like fleas on a dog had been initially disconcerting. Now, he was so used to it that going without them would feel like walking around naked. Fortunately for him, their protection extended well beyond his relatively brief term in office.

Of course, having men in suits with hand-guns was small comfort, in a situation like this.

The whole general assembly was being brought in today to discuss one thing. Aliens. Politely, 'extraterrestrials.' Impolitely, exonormals. That was the word David had been told not to use by his more politically-correct aides, at least. Specifically, they were here to discuss a proposed resolution, the Extraterrestrial Regulation Act. Requiring all 'visitors' to Earth to formally announce their presence, agree to register themselves personally, and their species as a whole in a database, and agree to abide by a strict set of standards and regulations.

The resolution had been raised by Italy, of course. After Rome had been decimated, not many could blame them. Though the true nature of the 'Volksgeist' and 'Future-Forge' were unknown, it was obvious to anyone watching- not that many recordings had survived the massive EMP that had left the majority of the city still without any power- that they were not of Earth.

There were talks of contracting the Nation-for-Hire, 'Deterrence,' for the job of enforcing it. Ironically, some were also blaming them for the disaster. Though they'd hardly placed 'The City' above Rome, a Deterrence-affiliated agent had been the one to shoot it down. On the other hand, they were spearheading the reclamation effort, which the Italians were woefully unprepared to deal with.

They said that the people in the quarantine zones were still alive, tortured perpetually by whatever alien technology the Forge had brought to Italy with him. Back in David's day, they had said Agent Orange was inhumane.

Mann himself had mixed feelings on 'Deterrence.' On one hand, a nuclear-armed rogue nation was pretty much the nightmare scenario, had been since the damn Cold War. At least the Soviets could be reasoned with reliably. But on the other hand, they were willing to do the sort of dirty jobs the rest of the world wasn't. With Icarus shuttered, the US was bereft of any centralized cape-based defense. There were isolated projects, like Capacitor, but even she'd become... 'erratic' of late. And with Congress tying the Commander-in-Chief's hands, he wasn't even able to authorize rapid troop deployments overseas.

The President took his seat. He'd be front-and-center, on the podium. Sitting behind him would be Russia's representative, Italy's prime minister, and the Secretary-General. The seats directly before them were prepared for the speakers... of which there were a few.

First up were the representatives from Deterrence itself. One 'Eris Rushmore'. They'd be bringing their own security, as well. Including one ex-SWAT. They were here to make the case that the resolution was worth passing, and that they were the people for the job.

As the President of the United States watched and waited, representatives from nearly every country in the world began to arrive. As did the media. Within half an hour, the room was packed. David's face remained impassive, as he saw Rushmore take her seat.

"Ladies and gentlemen. You all know why we're here today. Let's not stand on ceremony. Our first speaker is Doctor Eris Rushmore, on behalf of 'Deterrence.'" He nodded, indicating a measure of respect. "You may begin."
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Re: United Nations General Assembly- Extraterrestrial Regulation.

Post by Deterrence » Fri Jan 11, 2019 3:45 am

Eris had waited patiently for the President to introduce her, lounging somewhat in her seat with her eyes ahead. The ever-present glasses were still there, though she'd adjusted the shade settings to make her deep green eyes visible. That mattered significantly, she knew. With one arm draped lazily over her lap, she peered to the side, looking down the aisles of politicians and guards. She wasn't unprotected; Flint was here for muscle, as well as a few new men after he'd lost the first batch in California. Reinforcements were available too. Drop pods were really something, provided they didn't land on you.

Nobody at the UN needed to know about that security measure, though. A long-range troopcannon aimed at New York City would be their little secret for now. She bit her lip, wishing for a cigarette, even though they were horrible for her. More appropriate than candy, at least. Gum was a no-go; potential to be chemically reactive in the lab, could absorb vapors, turn toxic. And of course, it'd taken her twelve years to stop biting her nails as a child. Disgusting, in retrospect. Another secret.

"Our first speaker is Doctor Eris Rushmore, on behalf of Deterrence. You may begin."

The President, announcing her to the world. She exhaled quickly through her nose and strode up the aisle to the speaker's table. Her heels clacked against the floor, and her crimson coat was stark against the relatively drab appearance of the delegates in the room. Branding, that was key. She was known for her jacket. Brushing a strand of her short platinum hair from her eyes, she spoke calmly into the microphone.

"Honorable UN Secretary General António Guterres. Respected President Mann. Esteemed representative Mikhailov. Prime Minister Rossi."

Her poise was excellent. That was the power of neuroplasticity combined with practice. She'd been doing this speech in her dreams - literally.

"Last month, our way of life, our very right to exist, was faced with utter destruction in Rome. In what came to be the deadliest single attack on humanity in history, a nation's capital was mercilessly occupied and then destroyed. Our strategists have concluded that the fallen City was intended to be a base of operations for further expansion into Europe and then across the globe. Tens of thousands of innocents died in an unspeakable act of extraterrestrial invasion. But that is not all."

She paused.

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"Washington, D.C. Aberdeen, South Dakota. London, England. And now Rome. It's impossible to predict which city will be next, because these threats originate from beyond our world, beyond our reason. Thus far we have managed, by the skin of our teeth, to repel these incursions...but not without terrible human cost. As a species, can defend, but we cannot deter. That is what we hope to change. That is what this new policy can make possible."

Eye contact. Eye contact.

"Beings not of this world walk among us, unidentified. This is a fact we have long since disregarded, but the cost of such clemency is now too much to bear. These beings are powerful, and operate by their own rules, in their own interests. Many of them take on human appearances. Many of them are actively malevolent."

She let the words echo through the hall, across the airwaves. She was in control now - she had them by the balls. Actively malevolent aliens. Someone (a scientist) was saying what they were all thinking. She could feel it.

Focus, Eris.

"However. However! We are strong. They know our strength. All of the above scenarios which I've described consist only of first strikes, not prolonged campaigns. These have, in every case, been surprise attacks. The key to preventing such surprise attacks rests in our intelligence, in what we can know of extraterrestrials before they act against us. That is what this policy provides - screening, registration, and regulation of all extraterrestrial activity on Earth. Investigations into supposed metahuman origin, monitoring of alien day-to-day activity, and a simple license, not unlike a passport, for those not of this world who wish to walk among us in peace.

Strong delivery now. Emphasis.

"To prevent a first strike is our aim. We can accomplish this, together, so long as we are sanctioned. This is imperative. We aim to work alongside the UN and the world's governments. It is paramount that we have your blessing, that we stand for the innocents of the world. It is no exaggeration to suggest that the fate of mankind rests on the acceptance of this new policy, which would help us prevent such devastating opening salvos entirely."

She bowed her head, and raised it again.

"Thank you. I stand ready for questioning."

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Re: United Nations General Assembly- Extraterrestrial Regulation.

Post by illirica » Fri Jan 11, 2019 3:36 pm

It was an interesting little assembly, for something pulled together on short notice. They'd even invited him, which showed either a good amount of foresight, or a complete lack of it.

The Pardoner sat in his chair, quiet for the most part, listening to the proceedings. He wasn't here to antagonize them, tempting as it was - but no, this was something he was familiar with. Meetings, procedures, these were familiar. The young woman who was speaking was obviously quite passionate about what she had to say. Not that young, by human standards... but they were all young.

She concluded her speech, and the silence fell for a moment, and he spoke into it, using the Voice ability he didn't mention often to make sure he was the one starting the questions. They had invited him, after all - and he made no secret of who he was, or what he was.

"It's an interesting idea." As far as openers, that likely wasn't the one that they'd expected, from an alien such as himself - but he wasn't here to rule them or even to tell them how to rule themselves. He was just here to help. "My concerns would be that this policy you propose is obviously something that is extremely over...arching." He didn't say overreaching. That would have been needlessly provocative, and he was just here to help. "Any such policy being put into place, needless to say, is not something that is going to happen overnight. It would need to be debated, amended, ratified - to make sure that the policies effects are what you wish for them to be. I certainly understand your concerns. I'd like to raise a few more."

"For starters - when does your policy take effect? There are quite a number of extraterrestrial beings already living here. Would they be required to register as well, or only newly incoming? With respect to the Aberdeen fiasco: despite the ARMADA unit being of extraterrestrial design, it was dormant on Earth for many years, unearthed only recently - one could make the argument that the ARMADA was, in fact, a naturalized citizen of Earth at that point, and not an extraterrestrial. For that matter, would there be a naturalization process available, for those who want to emigrate?"

Considering the current venue, he thought that one unlikely, but it was still worth raising the point, in order to make sure it was considered. The ARMADA wasn't the only long-term alien resident on Earth, either. "Again, these decisions are yours to make. My role here is only to make sure they are considered. There's another aspect to consider as well, and that's the effect that such a registration may have on aliens outside of Earth's borders. There are some aliens who are here as refugees from their homeworld. I know of one - a child - who would be executed by her people if they knew where she was. Forcing registrations might bring in hunting parties - you'll need policies in place to deal with extradition, and on what terms it is to be allowed, and if you're willing to use your resources to protect your legally registered aliens from extraterrestrial forces."

Which might, of course, lead to more incidents like Rome, if someone angry enough made a series of poorly thought out decisions. "There's also the question of when registration is required - what if there is a child of alien origin who is born to parents who emigrated here? Would the child be required to register, or are they assumed a citizen by right of birth? What of a child where only one parent is an alien species? One grandparent? Where does one draw that line? What about a clone of an alien? And what about an individual who is wholly alien in nature but was created here - say, if your Deterrence group used alien DNA in one of your labs to recreate an alien species, what about that?" There was a lot of room in the definition of 'alien,' after all - it would be something that needed to be considered.

"Further, I am concerned that you seem to think that a registration process will solve the problem of terrorism. If an extraterrestrial is the sort who wishes to drop in and destroy a city, I am not entirely certain that they would be willing to stop and register themselves first. 'Welcome to Earth. What is your purpose here? Vacation and destruction of a sovereign nation? Very good, thank you.'" Mm, maybe that was a bit antagonistic. But it had been amusing. The point, he felt, was relevant - a bit of paper wasn't going to stop a truly malevolent entity, after all.

"Whatever decision you make - and it is and rightly should be your decision - you must make sure you are considering all the factors. Laws which are poorly defined cannot be reasonably enforced, and you will end up creating more problems than you solve."

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Re: United Nations General Assembly- Extraterrestrial Regulation.

Post by LunaHawk » Fri Jan 11, 2019 4:20 pm

She had many titles, many future responsibilities as well. Most of those titles didn't mean much to others save to intimidate them. One though was legally binding. She was the Inheritor of Cocytus, direct in line for Raeyn's throne. She had ignored those duties for a long time. Today she would not. Her mother should have been here, Raeyn herself should have stood before the UN and spoke on behalf of the species. She did not. She would not. Her mother was...elsewhere, she was ALWAYS elsewhere. Sahi sat in the darkness of her room in Solar City and shook her head. She pushed her emotional pain aside and slid a trunk out from beneath the bed. Her coded biological imprint opened the locks and she removed the Regalia of Cocytus from beneath silk sheets.

Today she would have to step in.

She shifted her temporal armor back to basic armor appearance and slid the regalia on over it. She attached a fluttering black and gold cape to her back, the symbol of infinity woven in intricate filigree across its width and breadth. The split hell world of Cocytus was emblazoned boldly across the center. After attaching the cape she adjusted her armor again, no longer intricate interlocking plates, but a hint of its true self. It was difficult to look at for long, the mortal mind would naturally seek to look away because it was difficult, if not always impossible, for a mortal mind to gaze upon the fabric of reality itself. To look upon unadorned Temporal Armor was to gaze upon the fabric of space and time.

Next she slid on a platinum signet ring and capped it all off with a slim golden crown fashioned to appear like ropes woven together with thorns. She slid the crown down onto her head and teleported through the internet across the country to the UN building. Most on Earth knew nothing of Time Siphons but a few knew of their existence at the least. Someone somewhere had seen the species name on a file and sent out an invitation for a representative to speak before the UN. So…here she was. She strode through the front doors of the building, her appearance youthful but her eyes darkened with thousands of years of hard life. The Princess of Eternity took a breath as she approached the door to the main assembly room and paused for a moment.
The last time she’d taken this role had been under worse circumstances. The last time though…she hadn’t wanted to do it. She had real concerns about this law, real concerns for her own safety but also for that of other Time Siphons. They were a hunted people; they needed place like Earth to hide. She would be exposing herself to Temporal Hunters simply by appearing here. She was casting off her own safety for the sake of others of her kind should they find Earth in search of refuge. It was not something she would have done a year ago. Stupid fox…damn kid.

She pushed the door open just as The Pardoner finished speaking and strode into the room, her boot heels clicking against the tile floor. Time Siphons always knew how to make an entrance. She saw a Binary in among the group, had heard his voice through the door. Might as well expose yourself to their insanity too. Her old self and the animal she kept caged had some ideas about what to do next, everything from demanding respect and attention to murdering everyone in the room. She chose the middle ground, gods damn kid.

“I am Sahi, Inheritor of Cocytus, and Direct in line for succession of the Temporal Throne and I am here to speak for my people as a representative of the Chrono Diaspora. I will await a moment of your choosing to speak further.” There, she was declared and she didn’t interrupt everyone, since there was a certain silence after the Pardoner anyway. She even left out her other titles…basically because they wouldn’t help. At all…like…not even a little. She couldn’t help but smirk when she saw the delegate from Turkey though. If he had any idea…she wondered if the old hatreds would still hold true. She walked away from the door and to an empty seat, right next to the Pardoner.

Hey, you couldn’t grow up all at once. She did wait a moment, remaining standing with a potentially lethal hand on the desk. It would be so easy. She closed her eyes, took in a slow and calming breath and shoved the animal deeper into its cage. Perhaps they would want her to speak now, perhaps a little later on. She intentionally left the decision to them.

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Re: United Nations General Assembly- Extraterrestrial Regulation.

Post by Deterrence » Fri Jan 11, 2019 8:33 pm

Eris' eyes came to be fixed on the Pardoner as he spoke, her small chin resting on her knuckles as he described an array of potential difficulties inherent in the policy. These were all things she'd been tasked with thinking about, and so naturally, she had answers. What was more interesting to her at the moment was being in the room with an extraterrestrial life form. Humanesque, though with an air of otherness that set it significantly apart. Its clothing had been described as a uniform, sharp red and cobalt blue, emblazoned with a yellow star. It had light hair, not unlike her own; when it spoke, it was curiously accentless, as befit an alien, and with an air of superiority, of indifference, which defined it.

She decided all at once that she did not care for it, for its smug face. Stolen somehow, no doubt. An amalgamation of average features; had that been it? Trying to look human. The Pardoner had claimed some authority here, on their world, but its invitation struck her as more a consolation than anything. Representation mattered, according to the Europeans. It hadn't been the first time she was exposed to something from beyond Earth, but as a scientist, there had always been something of a thrill there. But she wasn't here for science; she was here for strategy.

Before she could respond, a late arrival made herself known. Another alien, in the form of a child, standing at the far doors. It announced itself with a variety of titles unfamiliar to Eris, which was troubling. She preferred to have all the information she could. The last thing she wanted was for this hearing to turn into an interrogation for an unknown species, perhaps invited by the Saudi Arabians or the Russians. Yet again, it bore the face of a human being. What sort of tactic was that? Disgusting. Understandable, but sinister nonetheless.

She waited for the young Sahi to take her seat, then continued.

"Officer. You speak of Earth as if it has borders. At the moment, it very clearly does not, which is precisely the problem we are going to rectify."

She leaned a little closer towards the microphone, letting her eyes roam around the room as she spoke, connecting to all observers. Ultimately, they'd return to rest on the Pardoner as she continued:

"To answer your concerns, in order. First, there are no naturalized citizens of our world. If they do not make themselves known, then they have no legitimate claim to legal recognition of any kind on Earth. The purpose of this regulation act, which will be handled individually by member states, is to give them a legitimate avenue for such recognition by our governments."

She paused to let the answer sink in, as was customary.

"Regarding purported alien refugees. I am personally inclined to believe that their plight is not the concern of planet Earth. At present, our institutions are not equipped to efficiently handle them. The legal identification, classification, and regulation of extraterrestrials, as proposed by this policy, is the first step towards such relations...if they are desired at all. So far as I know, providing sanctuary to unidentified extraterrestrials is neither mankind's responsibility nor in mankind's interests."

Pause. The scribbling of pens, the whir of cameras.

"Regarding registration. My answer is simple - if one is, biologically, of extraterrestrial origin - that is to say, one could not naturally have developed on our planet - one would be required to register. The specifics can be left to the member states, though as far as I am concerned, that ought to be our primary criterion. This is by and large a matter of public safety, after all."


"Finally, regarding terrorism. This type of policy, in addition to providing benevolent or neutral extraterrestrials with a pathway to legitimate recognition by member states, serves as a deterrent against malevolent ones. Many top strategists advocate for a zero-tolerance approach to all extraterrestrial activity on our planet. Based on the effectiveness of initial programs, this may very well wind up being the first step towards that solution."

That solution, she could sense, was something that many states were likely in favor of, but nobody wanted to raise with the aliens in the room. There was something they wanted on Earth, and they weren't going to leave without it, most likely. But negotiation was preferable to violence, she thought. Still...it didn't take a scientist to know that it's better to negotiate with a gun in your holster than no gun at all.

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Post by illirica » Fri Jan 11, 2019 9:56 pm

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"Well, I suppose it was going to come to this sooner or later."

No one disagreed with the statement, though many of them might have wanted to. The Alien Question was getting officially raised to the UN - officially on the docket and everything. It was an uncomfortable situation for a lot of people, because the Alien Question was only a short step away from the Metahuman Question, which was only a short step away from... other questions, that had been asked in the past.

No one particularly wanted another world war, least of all the men and women who were likely to be fighting in it. Teja Docesznic shifted in her seat, toying idly with a pen. The meeting wasn't really about decision-making. That was all done in other offices, with far more important people than were sitting in this one.

She was worried that she knew why it was she was in this meeting. Ugh. She capped the pen, setting it on the table. "Please tell me I'm wrong."

Since she hadn't actually said anything yet, it was a bit of an incongruous statement, but it got a hint of amusement anyway. "Sorry. The government wants you there."

"Why me, sir?" It was more an existential question than a factual one, so no one bothered with the real reasons: that she knew several of the people who were likely to be there. That she'd worked directly with some of the aliens in the past. That she kept abreast of the situation. That she had nothing to do with that fiasco in Rome.

"You look pretty on camera, Captain. Can't give up that advantage."

Senior officer or not, she debated throwing the pen at him, but settled for a glare. Ugh. Media management. Her least favorite duty of all time. Since she also knew how to read a room, she was aware that she wasn't getting out of this one. "As you say, sir. How are we handling it?"

"We'll give you a com in case the situation gets sticky, but mostly we just want you to be there as a representative. All you have to do is sit down and shut up."

"And look pretty on camera."

"Got it in one."

"God, I hate these things," she added, for the sake of argument, but was well aware that the argument wasn't going anywhere - unlike Teja, who was apparently going to this Assembly.
UN General Assembly.

"Well, they're not wasting time." The voice in Capacitor's ear was a quiet buzz against the backdrop, a running commentary on the UN events as they unfolded. Unnecessary as the comment had been, it was certainly correct - Ms. Rushmore hadn't bothered with more than perfunctory introductions, instead cutting directly to the issue at hand, arguing for the instatement of an alien registration act.

It sounded like a disaster waiting to happen. Sit down and shut up. Those were the orders. Capacitor sat down, and shut up. The next speaker, though... she'd never met him, but she certainly knew who he was. There wasn't much information available - at least, there hadn't been pre-Rome - but she'd looked into whatever she could possibly find. The Binary. It had been the Binary duo who'd been responsible for the destruction of the Front Line. Oh, no one was saying that specifically, of course, but they'd gotten into a fight, Magnetar and Terminus had left Earth, and Atlas had been just gone for a while. He was alive, she'd found out, after a time.

Alive, but not well. What he'd become - something like a scared shadow of his former self - she couldn't blame him. It happened, in wars. It happened in other places. She wouldn't have pressured him into something they'd both regret, but she did watch carefully as the man who'd done it to him offered a series of questions. Easy questions, she thought. Ms. Rushmore would certainly have answers for all of them. It served to get all the plans on the table, if that was his intent, but it didn't serve to derail the oncoming train. Capacitor had expected him to argue against the proposal, but he seemed disinclined to do so.

And where is the other one, I wonder? Not here, at least, not right now. What's their game in all this? Let us start World War Three and then step in as a "peacekeeping" front when we're ready to welcome their aid with open arms and remember how oh-so-reasonable they were? I don't trust them. Maybe that thoughtline was gaining traction from personal reasons, but it didn't make it necessarily inaccurate.

She didn't say anything about that, though. Sit down, and shut up. The potential riposte was interrupted - briefly - by the arrival of none other than Sahi, the Butcher of The Kathedians, the Stalker of Mist, The Terror of Dresedia, Vlad the Impaler, Daughter of Raeyn, Inheritor of Cocytus.

Capacitor noticed she didn't list all her titles this time like she had in London. She'd also swapped the Action Comics Teen Superhero Figurine costume for something a bit more militant. Probably a wise call on her part, both of those things, but that didn't mean she was precisely someone that Capacitor wanted to see. From what intel she'd managed to collect about Time Siphons, they were precisely the sort of aliens that people wanted out. Her presence here would be no help on that account.

Ms. Rushmore accepted the interruption with vague grace, about what it deserved. Of course she had answers for all the questions, and of course they were the strictest rules possible. It was a common arguing tactic - start at the worst, and then allow yourself to be drawn towards a "reasonable" center, which wouldn't have been considered reasonable in the slightest if it had been what was led with.

It wasn't Capacitor's decision. She didn't have a vote.

She did have a voice, though. "Why Deterrence?" she inquired, using it.

"What are you doing?"

"I certainly acknowledge that your corporation has resources, but until recently, they've seemed disinclined to utilize those resources in global matters. Deterrence is a private company, and I think several of us know what happens when private companies handle the wars." There'd been a lot of discussion about that topic relating to the Middle East. She'd been there for quite a lot of it. Personally.

"You were supposed to shut up."

"Why not one of the national military forces, or a special force trained for the purpose and spearheaded by the UN? Or if we must play to private entities, why not another one, like MAVU, or even reinstate Pendragon Incorporated?" They certainly had the technology, if Pendragon could be talked into it, and talked into donating the use of the Sol's Hammer array.

"Shut up, Captain."

"I think it's necessary that we consider this as not one question, but two - first, whether such a policy were to be enacted, and then and only then, what corporation in particular should be detailed or designed to enforce it. Trying to push both through as a single argument is clever, but I'm sure you're aware of that."

"Teja, shut the fuck up."

Oh, don't worry, I'm done. Not that they had any way of hearing her thoughts, of course. She left it at that.

For now.

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Re: United Nations General Assembly- Extraterrestrial Regulation.

Post by Deterrence » Sat Jan 12, 2019 4:37 am

Eris adjusted her glasses, dainty black-gloved fingers pinching the right frame.

"Why Deterrence? Because we are the best, Captain Docesznic."

This was unusual, unexpected. Eris' face was a mask, but her green eyes were practically aflame. Why had Capacitor spoken? She was meant to be there for security, nothing more. Was she attempting to sabotage her? Why would she do that? It didn't make sense. Eris quite liked Captain Teja Docesznic; she was a woman after her own heart. Beautiful and an intelligent go-getter, by all accounts, an engineer with the credentials to fulfill her duty at the young age of 21, only six years ago.

But now she had gone and done this. By all accounts, it made no sense, and yet...she'd put Eris in a position where she had to defend the company. Defense of the company was defense of the mission. So now, Eris realized, she had to say this.

"What you describe as disinclination to use our resources is, in reality, our observance of national sovereignty, our respect for nations' freedom to police themselves. I understand very well that a 'superhero,' government-sanctioned or not, may not comprehend that."

Eris spoke with the same cold disinterest the Pardoner had displayed. Sincere, aloof, and completely in control of herself.

I am sorry for this, Captain.

"Your record, on the other hand, is rather sad. No answers regarding the temporal distortion in London; failure to apprehend the Alpha in New York City; the Promethean incident in Los Angeles...and so on."

Eris sighed and laced her fingers together on the speaker's table.

"If your job is at risk, it wouldn't do to lay the blame on us. I don't appreciate your sly attempt at defaming us, Captain. Everyone in this room knows that Deterrence is not like other organizations."

Was she angry? No, this was only a calculated strike. There was more sadness in it than anger. But for that moment, in the silence of the room, there was only Eris and Teja.

"We produce results."

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Post by Travis McCoy » Sun Jan 13, 2019 3:14 pm

- Representative of DETERRENCE.
- Is a scientist or something. Talks like several doctorates.
- Meticulous. Theatric.
- Marketing vocabulary. 'Deter', etc.
- Touchy-feely about competence.

- 'HYPERCORP', fancy word for monopoly. ☒ ILLEGAL ☑ DISGUSTING
- Syndication with CFA? Illegal as far as I know.
- Nuclear-capable 'WAR-STATE'. Only industry is paramilitary.
- Also OIL. Probably why people entertain their existence.
- U.S. COULD just starve them and storm them a la Bastille.

- That name sure is a mouthful, girl.
- Security contractor for US?
- Control over EM fields. Freaky hair.
- Feisty.
- Hit a sensitive spot. Nice.
"Zero Tolerance Policy." -> Tolerant of aliens until now??? Hardkill.
"Alien refugees trivial but need for regulation?" -> Contradicting.
"We produce results." -> Implicit trust? Global threat-cast. Rome nuked.
Don't know what the name of their state is. DEDENDE??
I ain't with all this fuck shit

"Je to Détente a Docesznic, Kapitáne.", General Strnad of the Czech Armed Forces pointed out to Captain McCoy, glancing over the American's hand written notes. The General was an elderly slavic man of average build. There was nothing really extraordinary about him, his face was weathered by war and the dimples he had when smiling almost hid behind a bushy moustache. It matched the salt and pepper of his hair.

And he smiled a lot for a man of military brass. A part of the reason he was known as 'Deda Vseveda' among his troops. He was gentle and intelligent, a man with more than 40 years of service behind him. A scholar of war, if you will.

"Oh...děk-uji.", Travis replied reluctantly in Czech. On his breast were several decorations, and there should be many more. But he was a reserved man in terms of his military career. He has been loaned to the Czech Republic by the ISA to investigate the higher density of New Year's "struckies" among Czechs.

And The General was fond of having him around as company. The two soldiers clicked right away.

"Znám ten Váš pohled, Kapitáne.", he mused and nonchalantly slid the microphone over to Travis. His hand beckoned to it in waving motion. "Be my guest, Travis. My English is not good anyway."

The accent was thick, that's for sure. Travis hesitated for a moment before gingerly sliding the microphone to his mouth. He fleetingly looked over to Teja and then to Dr. Rushmore.

"Suppose Captain Docesznic just decided right there to level the entire building.", Captain McCoy began without giving anyone else time to jump in. And he did so with a brutal opener. "I am unfamiliar of her output and the make up of this place but I don't doubt her power. Correct me if I am wrong, but in a scenario where the Captain represents a truly alien threat and you represent 'Deterrence'; I am pretty sure the result is that we would all be dead."

He paused and sought to look Dr. Rushmore in the eye. "This is all speculative, of course.", he conjured a smile. But if the Security Council would just humor me for a moment."

"The categorical trinity—means, motive, opportunity—provides a conventional structure for the detection method. Much like research, hypothesis, prediction, experimentation, replication and conclusion make up the process of the scientific method. According to the parameters of this thought experiment the means and the opportunity are clear."

"That leaves us with one question: Why did she kill you, Doctor Rushmore?"

He concluded and waited for either an answer or a hand on his shoulder. But the ultimate goal of his inquiry was to shine some light into Deterrence's methodology and understanding of the pathology of these alien terrorists. It seemed they operated under the assumption that all aliens were acting rationally.

So far Dr Rushmore, much like a presidential candidate, spread only promises. It was about time to deliver on something.

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Re: United Nations General Assembly- Extraterrestrial Regulation.

Post by illirica » Mon Jan 14, 2019 3:40 pm

She's actually serious.

Capacitor listened to the woman's refutation, letting it slide by, unruffled. She wouldn't have lasted as long as she had in front of the media if she were the sort of person to be bothered by every little slight against her character. She could be annoyed, later, privately. Or not, because it wasn't just a matter of seriousness - she'd begun to question, quite honestly, if the woman might in fact be mentally ill.

Everything she'd said earlier - tighter and tighter restrictions, no way out of them no matter how many generations unto eternity, rounding up anyone who might be suspected of being part-alien... it was the worst parts of the McCarthy Era and the Holocaust thrown in together - and Deterrence obviously saw no issue with that.

Rushmore was intelligent - she was being careful to phrase things the way she wanted them, careful not to bring up history. She was facing an intelligent audience, though - none of the UN representatives had gotten to where they were by being stupid. They would think about it. Teja just hoped that fear didn't override sense, as it too often did - and Rushmore was playing to fear.

"I can't argue with the last," Teja said, with an understated shrug. "Certainly, your results in Rome recently were... hm. Spectacular?" Carpenter's actions hadn't necessarily been responsible for the destruction of the city, but on the other hand, it could be looked at it that way. And if it weren't going to be looked at that way, then it would be an excellent idea to shift the potential blame somewhere else, as heavily and quickly as possible.

Say, by calling out all aliens in front of the UN and trying to enact fearmongering procedures against them, enforced by one's oh-so-helpful corporate organization, Deterrence. No, she's not mentally ill. She's fully on the offensive here. The stakes are high.

"I'm not attempting to defame your organization," Teja added, calmly, which wasn't exactly a lie. "Only asking the same questions you'd hear in any job interview. Surely you've been in one of those before, Ms. Rushmore?" Deterrence, after all, was a corporate entity. A corporate entity with quite a lot of military power, but a corporate entity nonetheless.

She didn't add to that, though, deciding to comfort her superior officers and practice the fine art of shutting up, letting someone else take the floor. The theorization came from the Czech republic, calling Capacitor's ability out quite interestingly. "I can't level the building," she put in, with a smile, "Not without calling in an airstrike. And they would tell me I was crazy. But for the sake of argument, by all means, go ahead." That was the sort of comment she was supposed to be here for. Cooperative, protective Capacitor, obviously and clearly in the hand of the US military, who were obviously sensible people who did not do things like level buildings.

Or cities.

The rest of the argument followed along interestingly, bringing into question mentality. Teja could see what he was going for, of course - the idea that aliens might have different motivations. The question at the end, though... it didn't make her think of the answer that she suspected the Czech representative was going for. Instead, it made her think, simply, Why would I kill her?

The frightening part was not the question. It was how easy it was to come up with an answer. She wasn't going to, of course. Teja was a soldier. She wasn't an assassin - or an executioner.

But she could think, already, of several reasons why it might be a good idea.

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Re: United Nations General Assembly- Extraterrestrial Regulation.

Post by Deterrence » Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:30 pm

"Captian McCoy," Eris said, directing her attention to the Czech table. The metaphor was an apt play on the palpable tension in the room, but she saw no need to prolong it. The meaning was clear enough; McCoy wanted her to expound on how Deterrence dealt with aliens themselves, their methodologies. After all, one can only be deterred if they act rationally, if they are self-interested.

"We tend to assume that extraterrestrial actors are rational. They are interested in self-preservation, meaning the threat of overwhelming and absolute retaliation is enough to prevent conflict," she continued, gesturing somewhat with her hands as she spoke. This was basic international relation theory, as it pertained to human beings. "So while we may not always know why extraterrestrials invade, we know, in many cases, how to incentivize them not to."

She tilted her head a little to the side.

"As for whether we are capable of guaranteed retaliatory strikes on alien homeworlds, as is essential to deter," she said, tapping her forefingers together for a second, "That system will soon be online."

This was the big moment. What sets apart a surface defense force from a planetary security network. Fighting a ground war was one thing; preventing it outright was more significant. Revealing their method for deterrence was essential, to give the nations of the world faith in their ability to drive away invasion. She had the honor of unveiling their strategy.

No turning back now.

"This is our method. Metahumans who have the potential to transcend space exist. Many simply call them teleporters. Using the same scientific principles which enable them to move instantly from Point A to Point B, we are developing technology that will enable full destructive saturation of an alien world regardless of their distance from Earth, so long as we have said world's coordinates."

The enormity of such a statement might be lost on some human delegates, but the Binary and Time Siphon would most likely sweat a little in their chairs.

"I am describing a weapon to surpass anthropoid warfare. We are working on the ability to teleport ordnance directly into an invader's homeworld. The technology is already operational."

It was not a time to grin, so she did not. But mankind could breathe a sigh of relief, believing they could strike back.

"As for whether or not extraterrestrials are rational, Captain...our guests here, the Pardoner and Sahi, are more fit to address that question than I."

She turned to them from where she sat, waiting for the murmurs and scratching of pen on paper to die down.

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