@SomeChap
Barracuda sat around a holographic table with his staff again, the atmosphere was different than last time. There was a tension in the water. Before them lay a letter calling to mobilize military forces. A first since the qulseoc entered onto the interstellar political stage.
The clerical summary of barracuda's conversation with barrier had ommited quite a lot of emotionally-tinted shouting, the military commander was quite shocked to have heard his normally so level-headed colleague so upset. This wasn't the tone of his usual post-council advice. Whatever happened in the council meeting must have been quite angering to get this sort of reaction out of the old squid.
“My good friends and staff members, today marks a first in our branch of government. A rogue nation has presented itself on the interstellar stage, their policies, culture and proximity to our borders have seen them deemed a threat to our nation.”
The military commander swiped his tentacles over the console in front of him, and a map of the qulseoc's vast empire was projected before everyone. “The situation right now is one that we hadn't considered plausible up until today. The wo exist, that is a possibility we have always paid attention to. What was not expected was the union's government making an unexpectedly reasonable decision to support us in our current efforts.
More trained movements from his tentacles, and a series of lines and shapes formed on the map, their purpose and meaning clear to any trained strategist. “This unexpected ally means we can safely divert resources from the union border sectors for this operation”
“As you can all see, there is a swath of uncivilized space between the wo and us, luckily, we have experience managing this sort of border thanks to our longtime ascendancy rivals. So, we'll just apply the same principles here. A first-response fleet outfitted with autonomous fuel harvesting units for deep space operations. An array of long-distance scanners watching the void day and night. And a reserve force nearer to our core sectors to be mobilized in the event hostile movements would suggest an impending incursion.” Barrier smirked briefly, their longtime rivals had now served them greatly in giving them years worth of training for setting up a border patrol like this.
“Furthermore, as per barrier's reccomendation to uphold a full-scale blockade in this region of space, I recommend we contact The savarog's military command. They will be much better equipped for the boarding operations and direct combat such an undertaking would require. Remember, we're not going to start the war, but we'll be ready to finish it.”
Unlike last time, all of barracuda's staff nodded unanimously. Many of themhad heard about the wo's insolence, and all of them seemed to agree these new arivals needed to be taken down a notch.
@Monkeypants
The office of foreign relations had been in turmoil these last few days, a stream of tumultous information and worrying reports had found their way to the qulseoc's main diplomatic organ. To make matters worse, the overseer in charge, barrier-2, was away to the galactic council. The first report coming down had been simple. To create a new header in the internal database concerning the Wo, now revealed to be more than mere myth. The news carried with it quite a lot of implications, both good and bad. Most had expected there would follow a steady trickle of instructions on the technocracy's stance on a variety of international matters. Not many had expected the next order to have been so simple. “The technocracy will humor no diplomatic interaction with rogue nations”, barrier's orders had simply read. This new development worried many of the qulseoc working there. Even nations such as the ascendancy had a comprehensive diplomatic document related to them. What might have happened to spark such a heavy response?
The next order was just as confusing for many of the veteran clerks. “Write a rough draft for an offer for military alliance with the union. Focus the writing on our common cause against the Wo.”
At this point, clerks were hotly debating just what the heck was happening in the council. Wild theories bounced around the office, from the union's president having gone mad to barrier-2 going senile. Most of these theories died down when official channels threw more clarity on the situation, and by the time Barrier's transport docked back at his personal facility a mostly finished draft was ready for his approval.
@SillyGoy
At the same time as the impassioned turmoil the diplomatis were so known for, another branch of the qulseoc's vast governmental machine was also hard at work. Not in the writing of impassioned offers of alliance, but of a more solemn and precise work. Mathemathicians, economists and criminal justice experts swimmed around the facility. They had calculated comparable matters before, but never before on this scale. Logistical improvement matrixes and economic prediction algorithms had been abandoned, every mind in the facility was hard at work. Reading through news archives, comparing data to eliminate duplicates, looking up old ship blueprints to appraise the value of lost ships. Alongside that also happened a more morbid but equally necesarry work. The tallying of those dead, pinpointing their origin... and calculating the price on their extinguished lives. It might be a cold way of going about things, but it was by far the most objective one
Related to this great project, the facility's economists and accountants were hard at work calculating a rough estimate of how much value could be siphoned out of the wo's economy without causing a market crash. Their matrices were very much a rough estimate, their data likely inaccurate, but despite this they toiled on.
Finally, after several days of calculating, recalculating, adjusting and finalizing, the office of statistics delivered their report to the diplomatic corps. The courier making a light quip about how all that needed to be done now was to write a formally worded letter to go alongside the collection of calculations. The office of statistics meanwhile, went back to their usual routine, calculating, predicting... and simply counting the neverending avalanche of numbers and data that needed to be sorted.
Qulseoc military high command.
Barracuda sat around a holographic table with his staff again, the atmosphere was different than last time. There was a tension in the water. Before them lay a letter calling to mobilize military forces. A first since the qulseoc entered onto the interstellar political stage.
The clerical summary of barracuda's conversation with barrier had ommited quite a lot of emotionally-tinted shouting, the military commander was quite shocked to have heard his normally so level-headed colleague so upset. This wasn't the tone of his usual post-council advice. Whatever happened in the council meeting must have been quite angering to get this sort of reaction out of the old squid.
“My good friends and staff members, today marks a first in our branch of government. A rogue nation has presented itself on the interstellar stage, their policies, culture and proximity to our borders have seen them deemed a threat to our nation.”
The military commander swiped his tentacles over the console in front of him, and a map of the qulseoc's vast empire was projected before everyone. “The situation right now is one that we hadn't considered plausible up until today. The wo exist, that is a possibility we have always paid attention to. What was not expected was the union's government making an unexpectedly reasonable decision to support us in our current efforts.
More trained movements from his tentacles, and a series of lines and shapes formed on the map, their purpose and meaning clear to any trained strategist. “This unexpected ally means we can safely divert resources from the union border sectors for this operation”
“As you can all see, there is a swath of uncivilized space between the wo and us, luckily, we have experience managing this sort of border thanks to our longtime ascendancy rivals. So, we'll just apply the same principles here. A first-response fleet outfitted with autonomous fuel harvesting units for deep space operations. An array of long-distance scanners watching the void day and night. And a reserve force nearer to our core sectors to be mobilized in the event hostile movements would suggest an impending incursion.” Barrier smirked briefly, their longtime rivals had now served them greatly in giving them years worth of training for setting up a border patrol like this.
“Furthermore, as per barrier's reccomendation to uphold a full-scale blockade in this region of space, I recommend we contact The savarog's military command. They will be much better equipped for the boarding operations and direct combat such an undertaking would require. Remember, we're not going to start the war, but we'll be ready to finish it.”
Unlike last time, all of barracuda's staff nodded unanimously. Many of themhad heard about the wo's insolence, and all of them seemed to agree these new arivals needed to be taken down a notch.
@Monkeypants
Qulseoc office of foreign relations
The office of foreign relations had been in turmoil these last few days, a stream of tumultous information and worrying reports had found their way to the qulseoc's main diplomatic organ. To make matters worse, the overseer in charge, barrier-2, was away to the galactic council. The first report coming down had been simple. To create a new header in the internal database concerning the Wo, now revealed to be more than mere myth. The news carried with it quite a lot of implications, both good and bad. Most had expected there would follow a steady trickle of instructions on the technocracy's stance on a variety of international matters. Not many had expected the next order to have been so simple. “The technocracy will humor no diplomatic interaction with rogue nations”, barrier's orders had simply read. This new development worried many of the qulseoc working there. Even nations such as the ascendancy had a comprehensive diplomatic document related to them. What might have happened to spark such a heavy response?
The next order was just as confusing for many of the veteran clerks. “Write a rough draft for an offer for military alliance with the union. Focus the writing on our common cause against the Wo.”
At this point, clerks were hotly debating just what the heck was happening in the council. Wild theories bounced around the office, from the union's president having gone mad to barrier-2 going senile. Most of these theories died down when official channels threw more clarity on the situation, and by the time Barrier's transport docked back at his personal facility a mostly finished draft was ready for his approval.
@SillyGoy
Qulseoc office of statistics
At the same time as the impassioned turmoil the diplomatis were so known for, another branch of the qulseoc's vast governmental machine was also hard at work. Not in the writing of impassioned offers of alliance, but of a more solemn and precise work. Mathemathicians, economists and criminal justice experts swimmed around the facility. They had calculated comparable matters before, but never before on this scale. Logistical improvement matrixes and economic prediction algorithms had been abandoned, every mind in the facility was hard at work. Reading through news archives, comparing data to eliminate duplicates, looking up old ship blueprints to appraise the value of lost ships. Alongside that also happened a more morbid but equally necesarry work. The tallying of those dead, pinpointing their origin... and calculating the price on their extinguished lives. It might be a cold way of going about things, but it was by far the most objective one
Related to this great project, the facility's economists and accountants were hard at work calculating a rough estimate of how much value could be siphoned out of the wo's economy without causing a market crash. Their matrices were very much a rough estimate, their data likely inaccurate, but despite this they toiled on.
Finally, after several days of calculating, recalculating, adjusting and finalizing, the office of statistics delivered their report to the diplomatic corps. The courier making a light quip about how all that needed to be done now was to write a formally worded letter to go alongside the collection of calculations. The office of statistics meanwhile, went back to their usual routine, calculating, predicting... and simply counting the neverending avalanche of numbers and data that needed to be sorted.