Striped Negotiations, Part II - RPLOG
Participants
Date
21/12/2017
Log
A brief recess is called for the negotiations. The agents and the tigers aren't allowed to mingle while it's ongoing, so mostly it's just a lot of standing around the firepit chatting idly. Narwen is called off the scene by Zephyr to something he's desperately needed for; exactly what is not expanded upon, but he's off in a hurry and replaced with haste by Emacs. Once everyone's back in place, the Big Lady lets out a long sigh and rolls her hand in gesture. The shamans wobble again. They're gettin' real tired of that. She turns to each agent as she addresses them, "Alright, let's continue. Emacs, I welcome you to the discussions. I'd like to reiterate my previous questions: Mokou, how can I be sure the Prometheans will provide support regardless of our ideological differences? Phosphorus, explain how Zephyr and RSX differ significantly in their ideologies. Rokarion, please elaborate upon your distaste for Zephyr, preferably in a more constructive manner this time- if you are to make an accusation, I assume you also have something to back those words. Finally, Emacs! The previous representative suggested sending a scientific team to study the unique energies around the area without tapping into them. This is a tempting prospect, and I do have the means to watch over it, but what aid would we get in return?" With that, she lets out a soft 'phew' and listens intently.
"I am honored to join you in this negotation." Emacs says, "Let me be level with you. This is a false choice. We are capable of offering technological, logistical, and military support. RSX is capable of all these things. The Prometheans are capable of the latter two. Zephyr has no dogma to sell you on. We are professionals. We will not include frivolous morality clauses. We can offer these things, but there is a question, why would we not all be allowed to pursue our goals here? RSX and Zephyr have a long history of cooperation, and the Prometheans of charity."
"I will not suggest that you accept only Zephyr or exclude RSX or the prometheans. What point is there in that? We are all working to build a new world of some sort, and while I can't say that Zephyr's ideal world is the same as RSX's or the Promethean's, I suggest that we all convene a scientific team to jointly study the extraplanar power here. "
Rokarion raises a brow briefly before shaking his head, "If I sounded accusatory, then I apologize. Also, I do not have any personal dislike to Zephyr. I simply wanted to point out certain caveats that I thought the previous representative was underselling." He added with a nod before pursing his lips, thinking on a way to rephrase his thoughts. "Essentially, you have your village that you care about, want to see flourish, want to maintain its political and cultural identity, and want to ensure its independence from foreign influence." Roka said as his tail idly wagged behind him, "You also have a very lucrative resource that you are using as a negotiation tool. Zephyr is a company solely based with profit first and foremost. I am saying that they are not going to aid you in a way to ensure your independence from them. Yes, they will be quite helpful in developing with their technologies, but they will make sure that you will not end up in any position to ever stop 'trading' with them." The poodle then went silent, deciding this was enough for now.
Mokou quietly dipped her head, a quiet shiver running up her spine as she considered all that had been said. Her head dipped, ears folding back at the words that had been offered back. Kind words, full of concern, but yet all the same... Words of tact and wit. Sharp and prying. The quiet, aching throbs that assaulted her mind never ceased, never let up... but her muzzle turned. Words, sharp yet honest came from her. "The ideologies that they hold are their own. A protection of the weak, a strength of the strong, and that all might have their mind returned, in some manner. They believe that to act as a feral... the loosing of oneself by ones's own actions... It is difficult. It should not be. If that is not a part of your own... docterine... then I can't say they won't... attempt to influence you." A shake of her head, a tremble running down her tail before she gazed back up. "But they are one thing if nothing else. They would... and will... provide support if you let them. They have argued before for those whom they... disagree with. Violently. RSX and Zephyr too, to some degree. If you open the door... help will come. They may speak and wish you to familiarise yourself... but support will be given none the less. That is... all I can say for Promethian... For all of us. We can not exist alone. To be alone... to be in the dark by oneself..."
The little fennec dipped her head, that ever so familiar scent reaching up, speaking silent delight and irritation to her, a situation beyond that which was desired... yet it ever remained. A touch of a grin lighted upon her lips, the lass looking down. Not gazing up. Not looking to them. But words... precious and sharp. "But... As I said before, I represent Prometheans... and myself. And you asked something... difficult. For a Coup..." The little lass shook her head, not looking up. "Ma'am, I can no more predict such a situation than you. Think from your stance... If we were to support in a coup, whom would we support? How do you choose whom would recieve aid when both deserve it? How do you help sway the future of an independent tribe without influencing it? What can we do that would leave you happy? No... To act would be to throw our lot. Yet to not act would be to abandon you." Her lips held a sharp smile, eyes closing. Be silent. Be still. Don't step over your bounds... You are a representative. Yet her lips parted again. "... But. These words... they are my own. A coup... it exists for a reason. Good, bad, honest or no, it exists. Something creates that disconnect. No outside force in the world will resolve internal strife. That is something I am... intimatly familiar with..." But a single eye opened, the lass glancing up, her smile too toothy... "Then it comes upon the Tribe. The choice whether to heed the words of those below and resolve what is within, or to cling to what one knows towards the end. No good choice, but the only ones."
