Topic: The Galactic Protection Agency [RG]

[SwirlAbg]

//Greetings, union members!We are the Paomal. We come in peace, and accept this offer of a "sandwich".We wish to join this community.As representative of our species, I request that we might be the director of trials.We are approaching coordinates.Captain Broteya out.//

(OOC:I got the PM you sent me, but when I tried to reply, the letter verify thing wouldnt work, so I listened to them, and it stopped at the middle,so i figured I'd just post.)

[Summoner]

((OCC: fix my Crocs pic could you? you did not finish the IMG code))

[Kenotai]

//Greeting notable allies within the GTC, we have a wish to join in this noble venture.  Our representative in this particular alliance will be 3^rd Random Elect Juionoko, of the Milika Lotterial Government.  We will send a Milika Scout with him inside, arrival time in one hour.//


The Milika scout arrived in the system within the time alloted, and docked as best as it could at the nearest station.  The air lock opened up with an escort waiting.  He followed him to the Grand Hall, where he would proclaim their position.

Once in, he began his speech, "Greetings old and new allies, our position would be most important.  We wish to be Chief of Public Information, with me as the chief," he then awaited a response.

[Yuu]

     The lamps that illuminated the function hall dimmed as the spotlights turned on one by one, pointing towards the podium up front and bathing it in warm light. A figure can be seen marching towards the stage while holding something on it's right arm. As the figure finally made it's way to the podium it was clear that it was none other than Director Folizi Kazamadariya.

     He was about to make the opening speech.

     I see... He thought to himself.

     He paused for a moment, looking at the crowd of delegates amassed before him. Some familiar, some were not. But It didn't matter much to him. Most of them were here for pretty much the same reason.

     "Greetings everyone! We thank you from the bottom of our hearts for accepting our invitation to partake in this noble endeavor.

     I am Director Folizi Kazamadariya, Orealyianis Chief of Security and first Director of the soon to be Galactic Protection Agency. I will also be the host for today's meeting regarding the establishment of said organization.

     But before we start, let me just say that even though we have come from different systems and sectors from all five corners of the galaxy, I am glad to bear witness today that amidst our vast differences, we have come to a point where we all work together for the good of the galactic community. A holistic protection of the galaxy...

     Ahem... So, before I get carried away with my short speech, let me first enumerate the basic facts about the planned GPA.

• The GPA is an intergovernmental organization created by the galaxy, from the galaxy and for the galaxy.
• There will be a house composed of several representatives from every member civilization.
• There will be several bureaus, each lead by a chief officer, which shall be elected by the house to serve for a five-year term.
• A cabinet will be made up of all Bureau Chiefs and will decide on major issues regarding the GPA.
• All candidates for succeeding bureau chiefs will be chosen from all officers found worthy of the promotion before being settled via an election by the house.
• If a bureau chief is not able to perform his duty due to but not limited to death, severe injury or disappearance for longer than a month, he will be replaced by a new Bureau Chief.
• As of now, GPA HQ is occupying Tower 1, located right beside the Grand Hall, on planet Tanariadne of the Athanatsu System. Transfer of GPA HQ to other systems can occur if the current situation in the system endangers it's continued existence. A poll shall be made to decide on which system the HQ shall be transferred.
• Again, the GPA is an intergovernmental organization created by the galaxy, from the galaxy and for the galaxy.

     So ahem, let us first bring into hand the election of the initial officers."

     The director raises the device on his hand and the object starts projecting a hologram showing all the top officers and the spots still open for voting.

Director: Director Folizi Kazamadariya : Orealyianis Monarchy



Deputy Director: <Open>

Chief of Counter Terrorism: <Open>

Chief of Operations: <Open>

Chief of Public Information: 3^rd Random Elect Juionoko : Milika Lotterial Government

Chief of Management and Budget: <Open>

Chief of Technological Development: Croke : Croc Quadrarchy



Chief of Legal Matters: Bureau Chief Councillor Xejir : Xajorkithian Uniform Steering Committee

Chief of Trials: <Open>

Chief of Training: <Open>

Chief of Internal Affairs: <Open>

Chief of Community Affairs: <Open>

Chief of Personnel: <Open>

Chief of Patrol Services: <Open>

Chief of Detectives: <Open>

Chief of Transportation: Bureau Chief Glarb Glope: Globien Empire



Chief of Organized Crime Control: <Open>

Chief of Support Services: <Open>

Chief of Criminal Justice: <Open>

     "Let the nominations begin."

[Silverfish]

Quite a while after the invitation had been sent out, another ship crept into range. It didn't look like the kind of ship someone might expect...not really 'fancy' or 'distinguished' at all. It was remarkably shabby looking, actually, with the only signs of a paint job being angry eyes and sharp teeth on the front...along with obnoxious lines of neon light in various shapes, colors and places. It also had quite a few, very obvious, weapons on it. Overall, it was a very crude looking craft...probably why it took so long to make it here.

It began to send a message, one with constant and harsh buzzing and static. A ugly, growly, voice could also be heard in it...

//'Ey, we heard there was free stuff here..! Well? If you gots it, give it. If you don't...it's pretty annoying being tricked all this way for nothing, y'know.//

[Summoner]

Croke raised his hand during the meeting "Hello i got a question since i am a Tech do i get other scientist and equipment and a lab?"
The other pilot Croto hit his hand on his face he was embarresed.

[SwirlAbg]

((OOC:

The other pilot Croto hit his hand on his face he was embarresed.

You mean a facepalm? ))

//Greetings again! We have landed at the hall.Our representative,Galaxy Exploration Captain Broteya, is entering the hall as we speak.Our official Empire name, should it be required,is the Paomal Meritocratic Assembly.Again, we wish to be Chief of Trials, should Captain Broteya be nominated.We sincerely hope that this agency will benefit the Paomal--and the Galaxy as a whole-- greatly.Captain Broteya will now be speaking in the hall for us.Farewell,agency. We hope to contact you again soon.//

Captain Broteya proceeded into the hall, and took an empty seat, waiting for other comments and questions before he would speak, as to not seem confused.

[Yuu]

     "For Bureau Chief Croke's question, yes, you will certainly have the Agency's best researchers under your disposal as well as the agency's main laboratory located right beside our main office." The director answered.

     He then turned towards Captain Broteya and began to speak again. "As for the Paomal Meritocratic Assembly's request to take responsibility over the Bureau of Trials, would Captain Broteya be the one to take the position of bureau chief or would another representative fill the said role?"

     The director then shifted his eye towards the other representatives. "Are there any other nominations for chief of trials? If so, please do say."




      The communications tower located on the planet's surface recieved the message sent by the shabby looking craft. After filtering out the harsh buzzing and static, the ground tower swiftly sent a reply.

     //Hello "Spacecraft - 091 280 91806," this is tower.

     You are cleared to connect on "Spaceport - 091 280" "Dock number - 0916."

     Escort - 091 280 123 will be sent your way to guide you to the Grand Hall for the meeting and delivery of assured package.

     Tower out.//


     (OOC: Very sorry for the delay. Always getting interrupted. Now active again.)

     EDIT: (OOC: Also, remember that a single race need not manage only one department. A race can take as many departments as they like.)

[Silverfish]

When the junky ship get a repose, it opened up a video communication.



It was a folican, with several others watching over its shoulder. A pretty typical one, too; ugly, small, and missing bits of fur.

It gave a suspicious glare though the camera.

//Really? A'right, fine. You better not shoot at us, though...//

The ship merely followed the escort, not really knowing what all the numbers had meant...

When it got closer, it seemed the communications were still on.

//Whoah! -yelp- Look at the size o' that thing! ..... Uhhh, err, umm... please don' hurt us..! We'll go away real nice like if you want...//

This was followed by nervous muttering among the Folican crew as they got even closer...

[Yuu]

     The group of Folicans, along with their escorts finally arrived at the Grand Hall along with the crate of sandwiches promised earlier.

     As they entered the function hall, they were introduced to their table and given a menu detailing all the food available, including tonight's specialty, sandwich.

     "Welcome to the Grand Hall!" said an Orealyianis slowly walking towards them. "I am Mirana, your service captain for tonight. Feel free to ask anything from me or anyone from my staff. I hope you enjoy your visit and may you all have a great evening during tonight's discussion."

     "Also, if you care to try some of our best dishes, I highly recommend our spiced purple tekinia sandwiches, a Tanariadnian delicacy. The ones that they make here are absolutely exquisite! The best in the system!"




     Meanwhile, the director made his final call and it seems that no one else was interested in taking up the Bureau of Trials. The Paomal win by default, though the individual that will be assigned was still not announced yet.

[Summoner]

One of Crokes pilots ran threw the door. "HE ESAPED!!!!"

"Witch one?" said Croke

"The Laa" said the Pilot

"oh my god!!!" Said Croke "EVERYONE ESAPE GET TO SOMEWHERE SAFE!!!!"

Croke starts pushing people to make them go and he runs and gets his pistol out. "Come Team!!" said Croke "Sorry for this everyone hes a new beast we were trying to study and he seems to got out"

[Yuu]

     "Oh, dear..." The only thing the director was able to say after hearing what just happened.

     "Security!", he whispered to his communicator. "Deploy all creature control units to spaceports 091 280 to 095 865. Seal all possible exits and reroute all ventilation ducts to seal anything that gets inside. I also want all phase probes deployed NOW. Thank you."

     The director then turned his attention towards the slightly unsettled audience. "Everyone please calm down and return to your tables. We have done all necessary measures to isolate the creature and prevent it from entering the vicinity."

     As the director went back to discussing the nominations for the new officers, another, albeit smaller Orealyianis popped out of nowhere and tapped Croke's back.

     "Toraxa, Sector Protection Agency.", he said with a husky voice as he showed his badge. "Can you give me the specs on this creature. It probably couldn't have gone far. We've deployed units on all hallways and the barriers have already been activated."

[Monster]

Incoming Transmission...



''I am Velzebu, A Veloku from planet Zypia in the Borrusa System. We recieved an invite.
We through misunderstandment were classed as Warrior but are currently emerging into Shamans.
We would like to take the positon: Chief of Counter Terrorism. Please accept our offer.''

Transmitting Species profile: http://www.gamingsteve.com/blab/index.php?topic=15154.0

Currently arriving at given co-ordinates...

[Silverfish]

When the apparent Folican 'leader' and the several others were inside, they seemed very wary of everything. Looked like they weren't used to this sort of treatment. As the group got to their table, some of them fiddled with the menu, while others still seemed nervous.

The leader, along with the rest, looked at the Orealyianis...and gawked rudely, as if they didn't know any better. The leader then managed to speak. "Umm...anything with meat...?" it said, looking back at the others, who were nodding with a hungry look. "Mmmhmm. Something with meat."

As a sudden panic broke out for a moment, the group of Folicans seemed distressed, thinking they might've been in trouble or something... however, when it was clear that that wasn't the case, they settled down and began chattering quietly among themselves.

[Summoner]

"The Creature is something we picked up on a planet comeing here and we were studying him hes a small creature and hes a about the size of a Earth Rat. Hes a Camoflauge creature with sharp teeth. He bit me in the arm eariler" said Croke showing his arm with the big patch on it. "He usally hides in places dark and damp"