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Casper cursed silently in his head at the Inquisitor as his bluff failed. Elías was right. Ever since the Grand Raid, and possible even before that, Sanctus had spiraled deeper and deeper into isolationism, almost utterly ignoring the outside world, except for some slight participation with the Global Governing Body. Sanctus and Sañira may have been mortal enemies, but at this point, any move against Sanctus that wasn't a physical invasion of their lands was, for all extents and purposes, ignored. Several options raced through Casper's head as he debated about whether to accept, flat out reject Sañira's help, or if there was perhaps a third option. This moment of silence lasted for roughly half a minute, though it seemed longer within Casper's head. He finally sighed, giving in. "Very well, I will accept your terms."
A number of thoughts run through Casper's head once Elías made his offer. Ji-Ieh, an island nation centered between the UCS, Sañira, and Swehteir. A center of trade, Ji-Ieh lacked any real source of natural resources, though it was still among the world's most wealthiest countries. The island in question, was one of Ji-Ieh's few sources, and was claimed by both Ji-Ieh, and Sañira. The island was also part of a cooperative effort between Sanctus and Ji-Ieh, and while Sanctus was already rather isolationist, its loss would still be a telling blow, especially if Sañira was behind it. If the UCS was to lend its support to Sañira in annexing the island, they would risk the ire of Sanctus, and possibly Swehteir, who was currently, the only one willing to help in the Gödel issue who didn't have any possible outstanding demands from the UCS in exchange for their aid.

"I see..." Casper started, attempting to stay diplomatic. He then decided that diplomacy could kindly go screw itself, and went with to being blunt. "And why, Inquisitor Elías, should I accept an offer that would, quite frankly, piss off a fair number of big players on the world stage? I'm sure I could go to Sanctus for aid on this matter, and I'm doubly sure they'd be more willing to offer it when they hear that my only choice is to make this particular deal with you." Casper gritted his teeth, and hoped his bluff would work out.
Ahh, now Casper remembered why he disliked dealing with the Sañirans so much. Eyes and ears everywhere. The police state loved to keep tabs on just about everyone and anyone. They didn't normally flaunt it like this though. Perhaps it was because they were in a position of power with this negotiation. Or maybe the Inquisitor simply wanted to get to business. Either way, Casper was going to have a little talk with security later...

"Hello High Inquisitor... You seem to know what I'm here about already, so I suppose I'll spare you the details. Will your government be willing to help us here?" Might as well get to the point, he thought to himself. No reason to beat around the bush if Nualart could already see his hand.
Henry's eye twitched slightly when he heard the tone of Stromond's voice. The bastard knew. He knew how hard it was to reach him. Henry filed that away for later. He'd get Stromond back for this, but after this crisis was dealt with. "You can call me whatever the hell you want, if you manage to do what I'm about to request of you." He sighed to himself before continuing. He was essentially getting on his knees and begging here. "You remember the launch of the Gödel? Our attempt at a moon landing? Well, we had rocket failure in orbit of Akheron, and now our man's stuck there with roughly... Fourty-eight hours and counting of life support. It's possibly fourty-seven hours after all the effort it took to reach you." Henry paused for a moment to let that information sink in. "Now, I am to understand that your country has its own space program. I'm here to formally ask you for aid in rescuing our astronaut. So... How about it?"
"No, I cannot wait, this is an emergency! Ugh, fine, I'll hold... What? Who is this? No! Connect me to Mr. Stromond's office, now! Then get me his personal line! I don't care! Gaaah!" President Casper screamed in rage as an irritating tune played in his ear as he was being transferred to another line. The migraine that President Casper was suffering from only got worse as he tried to each the head of the Swehtesh government. He was being reconnected again and again, from secretary to secretary as they continued to bump him off to whoever was free, and at one point, he was even connected to a telemarketer! A goddamned telemarketer!

President Casper huffed and puffed as he attempted to calm himself down from the rage that seemed to be about to consume him.That was when Stromond finally answered the phone. "Administrator Stromond..." Casper started, with some small amount of grit behind his words. "You are an extremely difficult man to reach..." Casper took this time to take a deep breath and calm himself. "This is President Henry Casper of the United Coalition of States, and I need your help with something."
Of course, no one's going to stop you.
Henry Casper was the President of the UCS, and today was an extremely bad day. The presidency of the United Coalition of States was, in many cases, beholden to the will of the many state governors, as there were laws in place to ensure that state governors had ways to overcome, and in some cases, completely circumvent, and kind of federal intervention. Each state even had their own privately funded militias, which drew away many volunteers from the UCS' actual army. There were only the barest number of federal laws currently in place, and the federal government was entrusted with very few institutions. President Casper had fought tooth and nail to establish a national space program, the Coalition Space Program (CSP), and now their astronaut was stuck in orbit around the moon with roughly 48 hours of life support left. This was a massive blow to the federal government's reputation. All he could do now was try and minimize the damages.

Henry sighed heavily as he drummed his fingers upon his desk, pondering how exactly to save William Kassner from a slow and likely excruciating death in the depths of space. Fourty-eight hours... There was no way they could ever arrange another launch within that time. The Gödel was the only space worthy ship they had that was capable of reaching Akheron, and it'd taken six months to construct the thing, and that was before the entire design process, which was likely going to have to happen again since the failure of three out of four rockets was not good design at all. He was going to have someone's head for this... But that would have to be saved for after this crisis was solved.

He thought to the matter of how many other nations currently had space programs. Sweihter, Sanctus, and Sanira currently, and the most they had ever achieved was to launch a few satellites into orbit. It was possible that they had their own plans and designs for a shuttle capable of orbit with Akheron, but it was impossible to know. There was also the issue of who to call. Sanctus and Sanira hated each other utterly, and contacting one would likely anger the other... Sweihter stood entirely neutral, but they were the furthest behind in their own program... "Fuck it!" Henry cried out, finally settling on a decision. "I'll just call all of them." He picked up the phone and began dialing the appropriate numbers.
This RP's caught my interest, but before I join, I'd like to ask. Is magic and such allowed, or is this a more Game of Thrones kind of setting where magic is currently nonexistent/extremely weak. The main empire of this setting seems to boast of it, but I'm unsure if it's supposed to be something that's rare or something.
Sup guys. Since I'll be participating here, thought I'd post a hello.
I currently lack any real image editing software, since I'm on a shitty laptop while my computer craps out on me, I'm still posting in here to say I'll be participating, and that I'd like to be on the southern end of the north western island. I really don't mind what size I am, just use whatever's reasonable for a nation of my population.
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