Lords of War and Thunder

[Silent-sigfig]

Recommended reading: The Jackpot and Get That Antiimmortalium!


Washaton D.C., United Systems Alliance



Oleg: "I am surprised to see you have come."



Bowman: "Likewise, Oleg."



Oleg: "Of course I come. It is not everyday that Admiral Bowman claims to have something for the SVR. Is it information? Troop deployments? Or you simply want a kiss?"



Bowman: "Cut your shit, Oleg. I'm not here to turn. I have a message for Moskovad."

Oleg: "I see."

Bowman: "There is a piece of old Trattorian tech that we posses. Your superiors want it. Tell them to stop wanting it."



Oleg: "I can tell them this, Admiral Bowman, but why should they listen?"



Bowman: "A few days back an Emerian prison ship happened to...wander too close to one of our vessels. Among the prisoners we found three of your agents."



Bowman: "As a gesture of good will we will give you one now, free of charge."



Bowman: "But if your superiors want the other two, you'll need to back off."





Kiril: "She tells the truth. Whatever tech Moskovad is after, our goals in Emeria are more important."

Oleg: "That's not for us to decide, brother."



Bowman: "Well whatever Moskovad decides, you know how to contact me."

Oleg: "Of course, Admiral...You still want kiss?"



Bowman: "Screw you, Oleg."

Oleg: "Anytime, Alessandro."



Carter: "And the situation with the 45th Union?"



Bowman: "It's been handled."



Bowman: "In exchange for their two other agents, Moskovad is going to back off their pursuit of the antiimmortailium."

Carter: "The Emerians won't like this."



Williams: "Those nazis can go fuck themselves."

Bowman: "It's not like they're a threat to us. Besides, our goals and the 45th's goals align in this case."

Williams: "So that's all been wrapped up."





Carter: "So I suppose I'll bring up the elephant in the room then..."



Carter: "HOW THE FUCK DID THE RONIN END UP WITH A FLEETBUSTER BOMB?!"



Randolph: "I assure you, the C.IA. did not give Agent Lund the clearance to make such a call.



Horiuchi: "Nor the military. The captain of his ship says that this Agent's clearance superseded his own."

Bowman: "Which explains how he was able to transfer the bomb off the ship."

Carter: "But none of this explains how Agend Lund received his clearance!"



"Agent Lund had that clearance because I gave it to him."



Obama: "I granted Agent Lund top level clearance to do anything necessary to recover the Antiimmortalium."



Obama: "It appears that he was, um...less than prudent with this authority."

Carter: "No shit."



Williams: "Regardless of the past, we now have to deal with the present. And presently, the galaxy's most dangerous pirate now has a fleetbuster bomb. We need to get it back."

Obama: "Indeed. Admiral Bowman. Would you be willing to put a task force together to, um...recover this bomb?"



Bowman: "It would be my pleasure."

[RedRover]

I'm giddy with excitement!

[Vami IV]

I see an epic shitstorm on the horizon for my nation.

Excellent soap, I am eager to see this to its conclusion.

[Valiant]

Looking good Silent!

[cleanupcrew]

Location: Physics Department Headquarters, Soledad
Time: 5/28/G.R. 2015, 9:09 pm
Description: Debrief of Colonel Tonk


Colonel Tonk: Well, I think this is the office. Wonder what business a whitecoat would have with me.


Robot Bodyguard: ARE YOU AN AUTHORIZED VISITOR?
Colonel Tonk: Easy there droid, I’ve got an appointment.
Robot Bodyguard: SUBMIT TO A GENETIC SCAN USING THE READER ON THE DOOR TO CONFIRM YOUR IDENTITY.


Genetic Scanner: Identity confirmed: Annalise Tonk, Trattorian Marine Corps Colonel.
Colonel Tonk: Yeah, yeah, we get the point. Now let me in.


Colonel Tonk: OK whitecoat, what’s the big idea-
???: You will address me as Doctor. I am a Trattorian scientist and thus your absolute superior, so demonstrate some respect.


Dr. Miyako: I am Lab Director Dr. Miyako of the Trattorian Physics Department. I have summoned you here to provide you with a special debrief on the recent classified operation to retrieve the new antimortallium sample.


Colonel Tonk: Listen, if you just wanted me to chew me out, I can assure you the military honchos are fully capable of that and probably better at it than you.
Dr. Miyako: Your mandate was to prevent them from obtaining the second antimortallium sample. As we already have one, we didn’t particularly about retrieving the new one intact- destroying the sample would have sufficed in this objective as much as acquiring it.


Dr. Miyako: Of course, we can turn this into a happy accident.
Colonel Tonk: Care to explain?
Dr. Miyako: You are the only survivor of the initial response force deployed to retrieve the second sample. This means that, aside from streamed drone footage that I’ve classified, you are the only witness of what happened to the second sample.


Dr. Miyako: Now, I am not disputing that the Trattorian government wants the sample. A second sample would be useful in a variety of applications and economize the demands on the Inter-Galactic Affairs Office. Ordinarily we would have teleported a Trattorian Recovery Force into the USA, discreetly seized the sample, and negotiated some just compensation, all under the table of course.
Colonel Tonk: Then why hasn’t that happened yet?


Dr. Miyako: I want it.
Colonel Tonk: Excuse me?
Dr. Miyako: I want it. If the Trattorian government were to coordinate a recovery effort, the new sample would be cataloged alongside the old one and I would have to wait in a presumably weeks-long queue to obtain experimental access to it. If I get it for myself, I can test my hypotheses on antimortallium immediately.


Colonel Tonk: You want to kill Immortals.
Dr. Miyako: Antimortallium has never actually been proven to kill Immortals, and we’re not trying that experiment again for reasons above your clearance. Besides, such a supposition is for the biologists to deal with. I’m more interested in the more useful property of antimortallium. Tell me, have you ever heard of the Tiro Finale Protocol?


Colonel Tonk shakes her head.
Dr. Miyako: You might know it by another name: neutrina bombs.


Colonel Tonk: ...
Dr. Miyako: Of course, none of them have the technical knowledge or expertise to build their own neutrina bombs. We would rather the USA not have a certain important ingredient, but in the end it’s not a major concern. But if I could take that antimortallium for myself and construct my own neutrina bombs, with their deployment at my discretion, I could bypass the Tiro Finale Protocol entirely and become one of the most powerful minifigs in the BrikVerse. The fates of entire star nations, galaxies, universes, would rest at the mercy of my fingertips.


Colonel Tonk: That’d...that’d be terrible.
Dr. Miyako: As a goodwill gesture, I offer to pay off all of your debts in exchange for discreetly delivering the second antimortallium sample to me. I dare not venture how you managed to accrue those millions in obligations, but that represents a trivial few hours salary to me.


Colonel Tonk: I suppose I don’t have a choice in the matter.
Dr. Miyako: Remember, as of now the rest of the Trattorian government is unaware of the existence of this other antimortallium sample. This will still hold true when you deliver it to me, or there will be sanctions. And I will not have anything to do with you then.
Colonel Tonk: Yes, Lab Director.

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[Valiant]

Is that canon?

[cleanupcrew]

Is that canon?

If you're referring to my post, yes. Silent-sigfig gave me permission just like I gave him permission to make an update to Small Fish.

[Valiant]

Nice.

[Silent-sigfig]

Pendragon, Britannian League

Royal Gardens



Butler: "The others are in the garden, Admiral."



Crowe: "Gentlemen."



Peel: "Ambrose! How good to see you, old Chap. I must thank you for your assistance resolving that little... Dispute we had in the Saffron Colonies."



Crowe: "Cut the crap, Peel. We all know that this meeting was called over your ministry's incompetence."



Peel: "Well I never! You military scoundrels have no idea how delicate the situation in the Colonies is! Why-"

Cromwell: "That's enough, gentlemen."



Cromwell: "Company's coming."





All: "Your Majesty."

Victoria: "Rise."



Peel: "Your Majesty, it is a great honor to be here today, and might I say you are looking as radiant as ever. "

Victoria: "Thank you, Peel. You may leave now."

Peel: "But."

Victoria: "You may leave."



Crowe: "Lady Graves. It's good to see you're up and about again."

Graves: "If only. Still hurts to move my bloody neck."

Crowe: "I can imagine."



Cromwell: "Yor Majesty, may I ask why you sent Peel away? The ,matter does concern him, after all."

Victoria: "Oh, I just like to see him bluster. It's about all he's good for."

Cromwell: "He is an adept politician. It would be wise to keep him in good spirits."

Victoria: "I suppose so. Burke, go tell him I'd like to meet with him in my parlor this afternoon. Tell him I have a mandate to discuss."

Burke: "Of course."



Crowe: "Let's get down to it then. We're obviously meeting to discuss the situation in the Saffron Colonies."

Victoria: "How astute. Oliver?"



Cromwell: "The situation in the Saffron Colonies is quite fragile at the moment. The locals are growing restless, demanding more rights, shorter working hours, and all that rubbish."



Graves: "And that's not even the start of it. You know how bold the Celestial Kingdom has grown lately--Attacking a Britannian military installation in colonial territory."

Cromwell: "This never would have happened if their old Emporor was still around, but this Xai Gun seems to have something to prove. It's only a matter of time before he makes an even bigger move and becomes more than just a pain in the neck."

Graves: "Oi!"



Crowe: "Sounds like the Governor isn't doing his job!"

Cromwell: "Governor Hawthorne is as inept and inactive as they come, and wouldn't be in this position of power if it weren't for that he is Peel's father-in-law."



Crowe: "So you want me to clean this situation up?"

Victoria: "Indeed".

Cromwell: "You have, by royal decree, been given the title of Emergency High Commissioner of the Saffron Colonies, and are granted the authority to use any and all resources at your disposal to insure a productive and profitable future of the Britannian League and her colonies."

Victoria: "Now go, Admiral. You have an empire to preserve."

[Valiant]

Hmm. This will be interesting.

[Silverdream]

Looks like they did a pretty good job of rebuilding.

[Silent-sigfig]

Yin, Celestial Kingdom



*Concubines Giggling*



Grand Secretariat: "Your Radiance, I have news of the utmost importance."

Emperor Xai Gun: "I'm obviously occupied. Can't it wait?"



Grand Secretariat: "I'm afraid not, sir. My spies report that the Britannians have not taken kindly to you reclaiming their colonies."



Xai Gun: "Hah! Those fools must have mistaken me for my father. I will not wait for them to return our worlds at their leisure."



Grand Secretariat: "That you certainly are not. Your recklessness has angered many very important members of the Britannian leadership. They have dispatched a Royal fleet to recover their lost colonies."



Xai Gun: "Then send our own navy to destroy that fleet. We have always been the stronger nation."

Grand Secretariat: "Sir, I am not certain that you know the best way to handle their navy."

Xai Gun: "The generals do. Tell them to destroy the Britannian fleets however they can."



Grand Secretariat: "..."

Xai Gun: "I understand that my father let you act how you wished, but I am not him. You WILL show me respect. Now go deliver that message."

Grand Secretariat: "Of course, your Eminence. But their is one more matter that I feel is of the utmost importance."

Xai Gun: "What, am I ignoring my responsibilities as Emperor?



Grand Secretariat: "Worse than that, your Eminance. The...Ronin has his hands on a fleetbuster bomb."

Xai Gun: "He no more than a pirate now. Just send a fleet to flush him out."

Grand Secretariat: "Sir, he has a fleetbuster bomb. Sending a fleet may not be the best idea."



Xai Gun: "Then hire assassins to kill him, or something! Must I think of everything myself?"

Grand Secretariat: "There are others who will be interested in this bomb."

Xai Gun: "Then have them killed as well. You're the Secretariat. It's your job to figure these petty matters out. Now go hire those assassins, and leave me be."

[RedRover]

I'm digging the torso of the Secretariat, what set is that from?

[Kommander Ken]

Love the collaborative work going on here, good job guys!

[Zupponn]

You make some of the best background sets.