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*Still looks confused.* What...?
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.... Huh? *Tilts his head, eyes going back to gray.* Uhm... what just happened? Wasn't I just playing chess?
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*Measuring tape molecularly disassembles, and sudden red eyes are on the exact same level as Shadow's.* Pull your pants up, you man-*****.
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Oh my God, Shadow's Hitler! In the WWII from Krys's world meaning!
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Hah! Like to see them try, my kids would be a super race. *Ups the difficulty somehow, to 'If-you-win-at-this-you're-god'.*
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*Jean walks into the dinning room and puts a cake on the table, in front of Clara.*
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Who said that's a bad thing!? *Beats the 'Nightmarish AI' for the fifth time.*
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*Chuckles and kisses her cheek.* Prolly. *Walks off to antoher game, an AI chess related one.*
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If my son has my luck with relationships, they're already married and having a kid... *Sips his coke.*
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*Comes back with two cokes.*
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*Velal turns to his group, and sees them undecided. He turns back to Matt and stands.* Senator Velal: The Coalitionists will remain neutral, and confer within our own Assembly. We will return with a decision as soon as possible.
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OOC: Most definitely not...
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OOC: It's true that sci-fi military's would probably have the DNA of their members on file. Not to mention the Federation citizens. Makes finding murderers and other criminals easy.
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Velal: Our people have elected us to represent them and their needs to this government! You shall report to us, and those others which came from their own planet with the support of their people! Just because the Unionists made this Senate null, does not mean that our governments are null! Coalitionists: AYE!
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Senator Velal: I am sorry for the mix-up, Miss. Secondly, in response to you, the problem is, all of these people behind me were elected from their home world's to lead them and represent them. Most are already from a first-past-the-post system. If you are advising a 'Only a few Senators per party rule' I can assure you,…
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*Flips him off and turns the corner.*
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Well, you were the one who insulted my wife. The way I see it, you always start this sh*t. *Walks off.*
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Senator Velal: Miss, all respect to you and your father, but I do not believe that a practical military coupe is in order because the Unionists won't stay in their seats! We Coalitionists have sat through every meeting, been here every meeting, hoping to find a compromise for everyone! We only leave when is it assured that…
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Really? Then whats a period? and why don't women have one when they're pregnant? *Crosses his arms.*
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... I can't tell if you're serious.
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Medical science! *Rolls his eyes.* Do you even know how a child is born?
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*The Coalitionist simmer down, but whispers can be heard from them, in different languages. The Leader, the Romulan whose name they remember is S'Talon Velal, crosses his arms and glares.*
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Women don't have periods when they're pregnant, Shadow.
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Coalitionist Leader: This, this is outrageous! I cannot believe that all of us willing parties are being penalized because the Unionists insist on non-cooperation! *He slaps the table he was behind.* Coalitionist Leader: This is gross restriction of sentient rights, and the Coaltionist Party will not stand for this! *His…
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You heard the lady, Shadow...
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Oh, so now you're a Jedi? *Smiles.* Another thing they learned was not to have sexual and romantic relations, because they lead to the dark side. Seeming as I have both with my wife... and I already have that saber Worffan gave me... why don't you back up?
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Coalitionist Leader: And that means what, Admiral? Specifically, please. *He stands up, arms crossed indignantly, the sea of multicolored Senators behind him falling reverently still.*
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You can observe perfectly fro the side of the machine. Not that close... *Crosses his arms, joking.*
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*Rolls his eyes at Shadow.* Stop perving on my wife...
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*Soon though, the Coalitionists start coming in, rag tag groups of Senators that have no uniform beside that of un-uniformity. Each one is wearing something native to their culture, to their planet. Some are vaguely similar, but most are incredibly varied and different. The leader seems to be from an old Romulan colony…