Collab between [@Sigma] and [@Irredeemable]
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Earth Orbit
The Meeting Place
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The gears of the Azulvistan war machine had been put into motion. They were sluggish and slow, rusted by years of peace against a near-equal threat, but as blood began to grease it, they spun faster. Their initial mobilization against New Terra was prepared to strike and put pressure on the dictatorship’s homeworld, and now it was time to start putting out the smaller fires.

First on the list was ‘Americana.’ Previous relations between the two nations had been almost entirely lacking thanks to the sheer confusion of the Meeting Place’s initial construction, and Azulvista sought to solve this. Reports of a Yyasum state claiming dominion over humans had roused the anger of the Patricians, and there were already calls for a crusade on them immediately- damn PUNT. 

For now, cooler minds were winning out, and the Republic was devoting itself to the more immediate threat. Despite this, the recent PUNT assault had given them a unique opportunity to undermine the Yyasum threat without suspicion. Having entered the war, it was perfectly within Azulvista’s rights to supply allies with material… And if that happened to shore them up to a greater threat, so much the better. 

Rafael Mendoza had been dispatched to the Americana embassy, armed with his identification papers, a dataslab, and a warm thermos of coffee. The first soldier of this new front. 

Ambassador Vixril Ghask, the Free Republic’s first representative to the wider galactic community, and the first alien to attain such an esteemed office and the honor, stood in anticipation of the arrival of the Azulvistan Delegate. The limited communication between the two republics was quite a shame, although what little was gained had garnered the attention of the military brass, that being, apparently, the Yulzan had stumbled themselves in yet another system. By this point, it seems the Yulzan have an obsession with worlds touched by humanity, that or it was just really terrible luck for both species, cruelly destined to fight for galactic supremacy.
Regardless, this link, this common enemy, is what finally managed to get both Roseau and Azulvista to open some dialogue. Ambassador Ghask smiled as the delegate approached, greeted not only by the Ambassador, but by members of his staff as well. “Ah, welcome Mr. Mendoza! I’m pleased we can finally meet.”

Mendoza kept his surprise at the alien off his face. Professionalism was the name of the game, and the first nation Azulvista had stumbled onto had also enjoyed friendly experiences with xenos. [i]Not everyone was so unlucky,[/i] Mendoza thought to himself. He offered a hand, shook firmly, then held the thermos in front of him.

“I thought I would bring a small gift. Fresh brewed Azulvistan coffee, for you.” With that established, he cleared his throat. “I will be perfectly realistic with you Ambassador. The Gran Republic is less concerned about the threat New Terra poses than it does the Yyasum- what you call Yulzan”

Ghask gladly accepted the gift, giving an approved nod, his staff quite curious, anticipating to taste the lauded coffee of Azulvista. Ghask handed over the thermos state to one of the staffers and turned his attention back to Mendoza. “I’m glad we found yet another that understands the true immediate threat.” While an out of touch comment for many no doubt, the ever-present threat of the Yulzan halfway across the system can do that to an individual-  that, and this would be the third confirmed encounter between the Yulzan and Humanity, one was already too many. “While what was done to the Ishtari was a terrible tragedy, we unfortunately have our own hands tied at the moment…but enough about that.” Ghask motioned in a welcoming gesture, inviting Mendoza into the embassy. “We’ll discuss further in my office.”

“Of course.” Mendoza nodded seriously and followed Ghask to his office, taking his seat quickly before launching into the good news. “As you have been unwittingly brought into the New Terra conflict, a conflict Azulvista also finds itself entangled in, the Republic has been given the green light to provide lend lease to Americana. We wish to provide some. More than [i]some,[/i] in fact. Give us a number for equipment you need and we will double it. Rifles, armour, canned food, trucks, generators… And so on and so forth.” A grim expression.

“Our initial mobilisation has gone swimmingly, and we’re already preparing a force to break the Terran blockade in your system- no doubt our militaries will need further coordination, but once that is done, the Republic wishes to pour enough resources into Americana to ensure that the Yulzan menace can be controlled. Once the threat of New Terra is quashed, we can collectively focus on eradicating the deeper problem.”

Ghask leaned back on his chair, clasping his hands as he intently listened to Mendoza’s words, it was quite the proposal he was offering, something too good to pass up, The New Terran attack on Mojave was an unpleasant surprise for all parties involved, within hours of contact, the central headquarters for both the FRA and Janissaries were simultaneously obliterated, it proved a boon and a curse. The stalemate on Mojave was broken…however, now forces on both sides were in total disarray, and soon became a three-way battle with the New Terrans swiping in the middle.

Ghask pondered for a few moments before leaning forward. “A Hundred Million.” He replied. “Enough military equipment to help stall the bloodbath Mojave has become, and for the future campaign to retake my homeworld.” Ghask paused a moment, leaning back once more. “I will relay your plans to the Chancellor and the Cabinet. They will be more than pleased.”

“Consider it done. Tell your armies to start sending us exact lists. At first, it’ll be reserve equipment- you know how it is when one mobilises, the fresh gear goes to the frontlines, but the engines of industry are burning already. As soon as the blockade is broken, we’ll be sending you your goods.” He paused for a long moment. “And, if you’d permit us to do so, there was another matter. Azulvista wishes to station some of its navy in Americana space. Purely a… Defensive measure against PUNT, of course, certainly nothing to do with the Yulzan presence in the area.”

The Ambassador pondered for a minute, granted, the Ishtari and Nibirun were allowed to maintain their own miliary presence around the gate, but would inviting too many foreign fleets cause a whole other issue of sovereignty in the future? Unfortunately for him, Americana cannot afford to turn away potential allies, once the Yulzan and New Terrans are dealt with, then the issue of the foreign fleets can be dealt with at a later date, when the fully restored Columbian Republic is at its strongest. He turned to face Mendoza and nodded. “Very well, your military will be granted access through the gate, to keep the New Terrans at bay.”

“Excellent. I am happy we’ve reached an agreement in good time and order.” Mendoza extended his hand. “To our current dealings, and to the future removal of the Yulzans from further interfering with mankind’s self-governance.”

“May we no longer fear their reign.” Ghask replied, extending his hand in kind, giving it a firm shake.