Lex Sedet In Vertice: A Supervillain in the DCU CK2 quest

What sort of tone should I shoot for with this Quest?

  • Go as crack fueled as you can we want Ambush Bug, Snowflame and Duckseid

    Votes: 30 7.7%
  • Go for something silly but keep a little bit of reason

    Votes: 31 7.9%
  • Adam West Camp

    Votes: 27 6.9%
  • Balanced as all things should be

    Votes: 195 50.0%
  • Mostly serious but not self-involvedly so

    Votes: 73 18.7%
  • Dark and brooding but with light at the end of the tunnel

    Votes: 12 3.1%
  • We're evil and we don't want anyone to be happy

    Votes: 22 5.6%

  • Total voters
    390
  • Poll closed .
Promotional Materials: Pamela Isley-Kane

Promotional Material: Pamela Isley-Kane


The evening sun cast long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their LexCorp apartment as Pamela Isley read through Lex's letter for the third time. Her fingers traced over the elegant letterhead, her mind already racing with possibilities when she heard the familiar sound of the security pad beeping.

Katherine Kane walked in, still in her LexCorp tactical uniform, looking pleasantly exhausted. "You would not believe the stuff Nightshade can do," she said, dropping her bag by the door. "All that magic stuff is absolutely wild, and she's pretty scrappy too—" She paused, noticing the focused look on her wife's face. "What's got you so interested?"

Pamela held up the letter with a slight smile. "It's a letter for a promotion. Chief Sustainability Officer." Truthfully, even if it were a reassignment as a janitor, Pamela would have still been happy to have it. If Lex extended an offer, then he had a good reason to do so.

"About time," Kate said, walking over to kiss Pamela's forehead before falling into the adjacent place on the sofa. "You've been doing half that job already—one foot in science and the other in politics and management." She stretched, wincing slightly. "Though... are you sure about moving away from research? I know you've been mostly overseeing things, so it's probably not as much of a loss from the intellectual side of things, but I also know how much you love your botany work..."

Pamela graced her wife with an unusually honest smile as she set the letter down. "That's sweet of you to worry, love, but you've got it slightly wrong." She leaned slightly on Kate, who appreciated the touch. "Botany isn't my biggest passion—saving the world is. If I have to choose between making scientific discoveries and implementing the changes that will actually preserve nature and help it prosper, I'll choose the latter every time." She smirked, putting on a haughty tone. "Besides, do you really think Lex could keep me completely away from research? I'm far too talented to let those skills go to waste."

Kate laughed, shaking her head. This was a side of Pamela that she very rarely showed to others—one that Kate was privileged to know. "As long as you're happy with it. Most CSOs are just there to help companies navigate environmental regulations. But then again, LexCorp's not most companies, and you're not most CSOs." She placed her cheek on top of Pamela's head. "After what you all did to Stagg Enterprises..." She whistled. "I'm pretty sure you'll change the world even more than you've already done. Just don't forget about your poor wife while you're attending your Illuminati meetings with Lex and Mercy."

"Never," Pamela promised, then hesitated for a moment. "Speaking of changes..."

"The kid conversation?" Kate asked, suddenly looking more alert despite her fatigue. They had been having this back and forth for a while now. Ever since their wedding, it was a question that had been looming over them. Their relationship was now fully mature, and they were set to spend the rest of their lives together. Seeing as a mortgage was the least of their concerns, the next natural step in their relationship was... well, children.

Truthfully, Kate never saw herself as someone's mother. Then again, she never saw herself being married either. She wasn't exactly opposed to having children, and it certainly was the sort of experience she was eager to one day share with Pamela, but certain insecurities were difficult to overcome even now.

"Well, with this position, the timing might be right..." Pamela ventured.

Kate shifted slightly, turning to Pamela, her expression uneasy. "You'd be amazing at it. Me, well, I'm not too sure." The statement was fairly awkward to say, but truthfully, Kate had no idea what their family unit could look like. What would her role even be? Pamela said that a parent didn't need a preassigned role and that families were far too dynamic for that, but that didn't actually make Kate feel better. What could she do that Pamela couldn't? What could she contribute? She didn't really have any good role models on that end, and the one she'd end up imitating would be, well, Pamela herself.

"Kate," Pamela said gently, moving her head to look Kate directly in the eye, "you are the most caring, dedicated, and wonderful person I know. Any child would be lucky to have you as a mother. Between you and me, I'm sure we can figure everything out."

"Even with our work schedules? The security risks?" The world certainly wasn't the one Kate had grown up in, what with all of these terrorist attacks and alien invasions. She worried about Pamela enough as it was, and Pamela was extremely capable. A child? Would she even be able to sleep at night?

"Even with all of that," Pamela assured her, running her fingers through Kate's short hair. "Besides, between my powers and your combat training, the kid would be more protected than any other." Kate wondered if Pamela could get Lex to mobilize all company resources to protect said hypothetical child, and the inevitable answer that came to mind was "yes." Her wife was just that valued, and Lex was just that kind of person.

"But enough of that—how about you and I celebrate the news?" Pamela changed the topic. She wasn't one to push Kate on issues like these, but they were most assuredly revisiting that topic sooner rather than later. "How about we go out somewhere for a change?"

Kate snorted. That would be some change. Both of them were homebodies, so it was rare for them to go on dates outside these days.

"Alright then, how about a nice vacation? A weekend getaway?"

"You? Since when do you take vacations?" Kate laughed.

Pamela slapped her on the arm gently. "Oh hush, we need to do something."

Kate leaned back slightly, stretching. "How about a movie night for now? We can talk more about it as we go. I'm sure we can figure something out." Pamela wasn't exactly the celebratory type either. She was clearly trying to get Kate out of her funk, and Kate appreciated that.

"Perfect," Pamela agreed. "I'll go get the wine."

The letter remained on the coffee table, Pamela's elegant signature already dried at the bottom, while the two women settled in for their evening, the future stretching bright before them.



[X] [Negotiation] Plan Peaceful Solutions

[X] [Incoming] Have Edward pass on his analysis and conclusions to the Metropolis police department, making no mention of Toyman or "Captain Ironfist," and then order them to only evacuate citizens and to let the demonstration proceed unimpeded.
 
Non-Canon Omake: Zod's Invasion-Here Be Dragons
Zod's invasion - Here be Dragons​

When Oliver Queen woke up, he was surprised to find that he wasn't dead. Instead, he was tied up in a strange room: a vast hall filled with people strapped to beds, bathed in an ominous red glow. Everyone around him appeared injured to varying degrees, so much so that "carved-up" seemed like an understatement. Medical personnel hovered over the wounded, busy with their grim work.

"Welcome to the Farm!"

A voice drew his attention, a pink-haired woman with a mischievous grin. It was Jinx.

"This is where we keep all the Kryptonians..." she began, but was interrupted by a blaring alarm that made her roll her eyes. "Sorry, I meant breeding cattle. But you don't get it, do you?" she asked rhetorically, leaning in slightly. "After we beat them, this is where we store them. Then we use this thing to breed them."

She pulled out what appeared to be a Chinese sword of some kind, except it had googly eyes, a rubber clown nose, and a ridiculous wig attached to its flat.

"What the…" Oliver muttered, still unsure if this was all a hallucination.

"This," Jinx said proudly, "is Miss Sword of Fan. Yes, that's her full name. She's a powerful magical weapon that births dragons from whatever she cuts. Slice a rock? Get a rock dragon. Chop an oak? Bam! Oak dragon! You get the picture." Oliver absolutely did not.

"Anyway, we use her to 'breed' the cattle and produce our slave species." Jinx gestured toward a screen showing a small dragon firing lasers from its eyes. "All dragons are loyal to Miss Fan and her wielder. And cattle-dragon hybrids? Top-tier fodder, right there."

Oliver recoiled in shocked. Jinx noticed, or at least thought she did.

"Yeah, I know. Cassandra insisted on the phrasing. She says the cattle have no rights, and that using dehumanizing language helps crush their spirit and prevents rebellions. That, and the drugs." She clicked her tongue. "We even had a vote about it, but Cassandra vetoed the results, saying that 'breeding' was the most degrading term available. She was really proud of that one."

Despite everything, Oliver managed to keep his composure. "Why am I here?" he asked. He wasn't a Kryptonian, and he definitely wasn't powerful enough to matter compared to them. What was Jinx planning? Whatever this red light was doing, it wasn't working on him. If he could drag things out, he was confident that he could figure out how to escape before something really bad happened.

"To be bred, of course." She answered. Oliver scrunched his nose. He hated to admit it, but Cassandra was right. That was thoroughly dehumanizing. "But more specifically," Jinx continued, "under the Sapient Rights Accord, all sapient beings are guaranteed equal rights, including Miss Sword of Fan, and any dragons born from your… penetration." She twirled the googly-eyed sword mockingly.

Oliver knew she was phrasing things like this just to mess with him, but that wasn't what worried him most. He'd been one of the most outspoken advocates of the Sapient Rights Accord. And now, it was coming back to bite him.

"That means any dragon born from you is legally your child. And you, Oliver Queen," she emphasized his name with a grin, "will owe them a lot of child support."

Oliver's mind went blank. "You…" he stammered, his quick wit failing him for once. "You're trying to bankrupt me... by forcing me to pay a sword child support for a bunch of dragons?!"

Jinx shrugged. "We'll see how it plays out. This is uncharted territory, but we've got friends in high places. And if all else fails, there's always mass mind control. Who knows? Maybe we'll even make one of your kids CEO of Queen Industries."

"Hey, now, wait a...!"

His protest was cut off as Jinx casually sliced off his leg at the knee.

Oliver screamed in agony and watched in horror as, from the stump of his severed leg, a small yellow-green dragon crawled out. The creature spread its wings and attempted a roar, but all it managed was a pitiful screech.

"Aww, look at that! It has your eyes~" Jinx cooed.

The tiny dragon blinked and stared directly into Oliver's horrified expression. "Daddy!" it squeaked joyfully.

"Get away from me, you little monster!" Oliver yelled, struggling against his restraints. For the first time in a long time, he felt pure, helpless terror.

"Oooh…" the little dragon whimpered, clearly heartbroken by its father's rejection. Miss Sword of Fan's googly eyes jiggled in disapproval.

Well, now that everything's squared away," Jinx said brightly, scooping the baby dragon into her arms. "Someone'll swing by to reattach your leg. In the meantime, I've got to get little Ollie here shadowing one of our top execs. We need to start his education ASAP. He is your heir, after all.

Ollie the dragon wiggled excitedly, proud to be more like his dad.

Oliver Queen, still strapped to the bed, could only open his mouth and scream in rage. Around him, the other prisoners of the Farm glared at him. They have long since been broken, and did not much care for the noise.
 
Calcification New

Calcification

Rene Carpenter sat in her office, absently tapping a pen against her neatly organized notepad. Her workspace was nestled on the 78th floor of LexCorp—functional, efficient, and strategically placed near various medical service providers. It was easily accessible to low- and mid-level employees. Marie had objected to the optics—housing the "psychology office" near the medical wing grated against her PR sensibilities—but Rene had insisted, and ultimately, she got her way.

The room was comfortable, but deliberately so. Every piece of furniture, every item, down to the specific hue of the lightbulbs, had been custom-ordered to create the atmosphere Rene desired. While she no longer harbored much professional pride in being the most helpful psychologist possible, she viewed her career as a ladder she was determined to climb.

The intercom buzzed. "Dr. Carpenter, Dr. Helfern is here,"the secretary announced. Sharing an assistant with other professionals on the floor rather than having her own was galling, but she tolerated it.

She straightened her blazer and composed her expression into a mask of professional concern. "Send him in."

Karl Helfern entered like a man who despised his own reflection. Shoulders hunched, lab coat half-buttoned, the faint chemical scent of his lab clinging to him like a ghost. He approached her desk but didn't sit.

Rene suppressed a sigh. Karl Helfern was brilliant—often in the worst ways.

""Dr. Helfern," Rene said, rising to greet him with an extended hand. "Thank you for coming today. How have you been?"

Karl ignored her gesture. "You know very well I'm only here because the higher-ups made it a condition of continued lab access." His voice carried a rough edge, like sandpaper against wood.

Rene withdrew her hand smoothly, his rejection having been part of the expected choreography. Instead, she gave a slight, knowing smile. "All the same, we're both paid to be here. We might as well make something of this time."

Karl finally dropped into the chair opposite her and set his coffee cup carelessly on her polished desk. The nerve.

"I imagine you're wondering why I've been assigned your case," Rene said, tone calm and confident.

"Not particularly," Karl muttered, eyes darting to the window. "I assume LexCorp wants to make sure their asset remains functional."

Rene offered a soft, practiced smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes. "Strictly speaking, your productivity isn't my concern. My role is focused on your personal well-being. Nothing said here will affect your professional environment." She lied.

Karl's face contorted momentarily, a flash of anger crossing his expression. "There's nothing wrong with my mind. I'm perfectly capable of continuing my work."

"I never said otherwise," she replied smoothly. "But you've endured a significant loss. Your son's death isn't something anyone could simply brush aside."

At the mention of his son, Karl's expression hardened. "I don't want to talk about Conrad."

Rene understood the direct approach was ineffective. She needed to establish rapport first. She nodded, respecting his boundary for now. "That's entirely your choice. Perhaps we could start by discussing your current work instead? I understand you've made modifications to your bone growth formula."
His gaze sharpened, suspicion flickering. But the tension in his shoulders eased, slightly.

"What do you know about it?"

"Enough to recognize its potential. A revolutionary treatment for degenerative bone disorders. Though the side effects have proven... difficult."

"Difficult," he echoed, letting out a bitter laugh. "That's one word. The formula works too well. Aggressive bone growth. Uncontrollable. It turns you into a freak—or a weapon."His eyes took on a distant, almost wistful quality that Rene immediately flagged as concerning.

"And yet you continue to refine it," she observed. "That suggests you believe in its potential."

"Its potential... I suppose so. That's one way to look at it." Karl scoffed. His voice turned sharp. "Don't pretend LexCorp hired me for humanitarian reasons though. By hook or by crook, Luthor knows what he stands to gain here."

"I can't speak to the company's long-term plans," Rene said smoothly, "but I'm more interested in your investment in the project. What drove you to develop it in the first place?"

Karl was silent for a long moment, and Rene allowed the silence to stretch, knowing the power of a well-placed pause.

Finally, Karl spoke. "Conrad had hip dysplasia. Brittle bones from a vitamin D deficiency. Not life-threatening, but enough to keep him in casts more than any child should be. Early surgery helped, but... I just wanted to make him stronger."

Rene nodded, her expression calibrated to show appropriate empathy without seeming pitying. "That's a powerful motivation. Your research could still help countless people facing similar conditions. Especially those without surgical options."

"It doesn't matter," Karl said coldly. "He's gone. And he died thinking I was a judgmental bastard who couldn't accept him."

Here was the opening Rene had been waiting for—an opportunity to address the core of Karl's grief and guilt.

"You feel responsible for the way things ended," she said gently. "You're carrying that with you."

Karl's fists clenched. "I told him the military was a mistake. That he wasn't cut out for it. And I was right. For all the good it did. Now... all I have is my work."

Rene recognized this moment as critical. Her instinct was to press his statement directly, but her training told her that would only entrench his position. Instead, she employed cognitive reframing.

"It sounds like you're looking for meaning," she said. "Grief often drives us to act. To take control where we once felt powerless."

Karl said nothing—but he listened.

"I wonder," Rene continued, "what Conrad would think of your work now. He joined the military despite your objections. He believed in something you two couldn't agree on. Would he believe in this?"

The question startled him.

"He would..." Karl hesitated. "It doesn't matter. He's gone."

"And yet, his memory shapes your choices," Rene said. "If he were truly gone—completely absent from your life—you would have moved on. But you haven't."

Karl looked down at his hands.

Rene leaned in slightly. "You said your relationship was defined by conflict. Given the path you're on now... do you think Conrad would approve?"

A flash of pain crossed Karl's face. "I'm not... I don't..." He took a deep breath. "I just want to make it right. These people... They need to pay." Alarming indeed. She needed to nip this in the bud.

"Making it right is an admirable goal," Rene said. "But there are other ways to honor Conrad's memory that don't involve self-destruction or violence."

"Like what?" Karl's voice had lost some of its edge, revealing a desperate man seeking direction.

"Your original work was meant to heal," Rene said. "To protect children like Conrad once was. That vision still matters, Karl."

Karl, perhaps for the first time since he entered the room, seemed to have been listening to her.

"And grief doesn't have to isolate you. There are groups for parents who've lost children in military service. People who understand."

Karl scoffed. "I'm not one for group therapy."

"Perhaps not," Rene acknowledged. "But I think you can surprise even yourself with what you're capable of. In my experience, people in isolation with their grief often convince themselves of solutions they would otherwise recognize as harmful."

She watched him carefully as she spoke, gauging his receptiveness. The session was progressing more productively than she had anticipated. Karl was resistant, certainly, but not completely closed off. There was an opening here, a chance to guide him toward a less destructive path.

"What would you suggest then, Dr. Carpenter?" Karl asked, an edge of challenge returning to his voice.

"First," Rene said, "we schedule regular sessions. This kind of grief—especially with unresolved guilt—doesn't vanish overnight."

She paused, choosing her next words with care. "Second, we consider medication. The sleeplessness, mood swings, intrusive thoughts—these are treatable."

Karl didn't immediately object. Interesting. He might see medication as a means of changing or erasing his current self. She'd need to be more careful.

"And third," she said, "I'd suggest we explore ways you can honor Conrad's memory through your work. Not by weaponizing yourself, but by dedicating your research to something greater. Something good."

Karl exhaled slowly, somewhere between defiance and resignation. "You make it sound so simple."

"It's not," Rene admitted plainly. "But quite frankly, you don't have much of a choice."

A poor thing to say to a patient, but she was familiar enough with Karl Helfern's particularities to anticipate his faint snort of amusement.

Then, at last, his shoulders sagged. The bravado peeled back. He looked... tired.

"I miss him," he said quietly.

Rene nodded, allowing a genuine moment of connection. "I know. And that pain won't disappear. But we can find ways for you to carry it that don't destroy you in the process."

As their session drew to a close, Rene made notes on her pad, outlining a treatment plan that would balance Karl's needs with LexCorp's interests. She'd need to report his progress to her superiors, of course, but she felt confident she could manage both aspects effectively. After all, a stable Karl Helfern continuing his original research was ultimately more valuable to the company than a volatile, self-destructive one.

As Karl rose to leave, Rene spoke one final time. "Same time next week, Dr. Helfern?"

After a moment's hesitation, he nodded. "Yes. I... suppose that would be acceptable."

Rene watched him go, satisfaction curling within her. This case would be challenging, but manageable. And if she succeeded in stabilizing such a valuable asset for LexCorp, her position within the company would only strengthen. Power suited her, after all, and Rene Carpenter had grown confident in wielding it.
 
Draft of the Peace Treaty and Reconstruction Agreement Between the Sovereign Nation of Vlatava and the Kingdom of Markovia New

PEACE TREATY AND RECONSTRUCTION AGREEMENT(DRAFT)


Between the Sovereign Nation of Vlatava and the Kingdom of Markovia


This PEACE TREATY AND RECONSTRUCTION AGREEMENT (hereinafter referred to as "the Agreement") is entered into on this 12th day of April, XXXX.


BETWEEN:


THE SOVEREIGN NATION OF VLATAVA
, represented by Count Werner Vertigo, Regent for the Head of State (hereinafter referred to as "Vlatava")


AND


THE KINGDOM OF MARKOVIA
, represented by King Viktor Markov, Head of State (hereinafter referred to as "Markovia")


WITNESSED BY:


LEXCORP
, represented by Mr. Alexander Luthor, Chief Executive Officer and Owner (hereinafter referred to as "the Mediator")


V3 INVESTMENTS, represented by Mr. Vander Savage, Chief Executive Officer (hereinafter referred to as "the Trustee")


DIPLOMATIC REPRESENTATIVES of Austria, Greece, Serbia, Bulgaria, Macedonia, and Albania


UNITED NATIONS REPRESENTATIVES acting as observers to the peace process


PREAMBLE


WHEREAS hostilities have existed between Vlatava and Markovia;


WHEREAS both nations seek to establish lasting peace and stability in the region;


WHEREAS reconstruction and economic development are essential to maintaining such peace;


WHEREAS the parties have agreed to cease all military action and establish diplomatic relations;


NOW, THEREFORE, in consideration of the mutual covenants contained herein and other good and valuable consideration, the receipt and sufficiency of which are hereby acknowledged, the parties agree as follows:


ARTICLE I: CESSATION OF HOSTILITIES


1.1 Both Vlatava and Markovia hereby agree to immediately and permanently cease all military actions against each other, whether direct or through proxies, from the effective date of this Agreement.


1.2 All military forces shall withdraw from active combat positions within seventy-two (72) hours of the signing of this Agreement.


1.3 Any violation of the cessation of hostilities shall constitute a material breach of this Agreement.


ARTICLE II: DEMILITARIZED ZONE


2.1 A demilitarized zone ("DMZ") of three (3) kilometers in width shall be established along the border between Vlatava and Markovia, as depicted in Appendix A: "DMZ Territorial Map."


2.2 The DMZ shall be established in a manner that maximizes Vlatava's defensive security, in recognition of the prior hostilities initiated against its sovereignty.


2.3 Neither party shall position military personnel, weaponry, or defensive installations within the DMZ, except for mutually agreed-upon security monitoring stations limited to five (5) personnel each as detailed in Appendix B: "Security Protocol."


2.4 The DMZ shall be monitored by neutral observers approved by both parties, with costs for such monitoring to be paid from the Reconstruction and Stability Fund established under Article IV.


2.5 Civilian development within the DMZ shall be subject to mutual approval by both parties, with preference given to commercial and infrastructure projects that benefit both nations.


ARTICLE III: LAND REACQUISITION PROVISIONS


3.1 After a period of ten (10) years from the effective date of this Agreement, provided that no material breach has occurred, Markovia may be permitted to repurchase certain portions of territory currently under Vlatavan control, as specified in Appendix C: "Eligible Territories for Potential Reacquisition."


3.2 Any land reacquisition shall be contingent upon:
a) Vlatava's border security not being compromised;
b) Fair market valuation as determined by independent appraisers appointed by the Trustee;
c) Unanimous approval by the Committee established under Article VII;
d) Markovia's continued compliance with all terms of this Agreement.


3.3 The aforementioned land reacquisition shall be structured as a "Peace Dividend," incentivizing Markovia's long-term peaceful conduct and cooperation.


3.4 All costs associated with land reacquisition proceedings, including but not limited to appraisals, surveys, and administrative expenses (but excluding the actual purchase price), shall be paid from the Reconstruction and Stability Fund.


3.5 Land reacquisition payments shall be made directly to a designated Vlatavan National Development Account and may not be offset against any contributions to the Reconstruction and Stability Fund.


ARTICLE IV: RECONSTRUCTION AND STABILITY FUND


4.1 Both Vlatava and Markovia hereby establish a jointly managed "Reconstruction and Stability Fund" (hereinafter referred to as "the Fund") for the purpose of financing reconstruction efforts, infrastructure development, economic stabilization, and humanitarian needs in both countries.


4.2 Initial contributions to the Fund shall be as follows:
a) Vlatava shall contribute fifty million United States Dollars ($50,000,000 USD) over a period of five (5) years;
b) Markovia shall contribute thirty million United States Dollars ($30,000,000 USD) over a period of five (5) years;
c) The specific payment schedule is detailed in Appendix D: "Fund Contribution Schedule."


4.3 V3 Investments shall serve as the exclusive Trustee and administrator of the Fund, with fiduciary responsibility to ensure proper management and disbursement according to the terms of this Agreement.


4.4 The Trustee shall be entitled to a service fee of one and one-half percent (1.5%) of the Fund's assets under management annually, to be paid quarterly from the Fund's returns.


4.5 Twenty percent (20%) of all profits generated by the Fund's investments shall be reinvested into the principal of the Fund to ensure its long-term sustainability.


4.6 Fifteen percent (15%) of all tax revenues generated from projects financed by the Fund shall be contributed back to the Fund by the respective government collecting such taxes, in perpetuity or until mutually agreed upon dissolution of the Fund.


ARTICLE V: FUND MANAGEMENT AND DISBURSEMENT


5.1 The Fund shall be managed according to the investment guidelines set forth in Appendix E: "Investment Policy and Guidelines."


5.2 Investment authority shall be exclusive to V3 Investments, with secondary investment participation rights granted to:
a) V3 Investments' established financial partners;
b) LexCorp, in recognition of its role as mediator;
c) Financial institutions approved unanimously by the Committee established under Article VII.


5.3 Fund disbursements shall require submission of detailed project proposals to the Trustee, who shall evaluate such proposals based on:
a) Alignment with reconstruction and stabilization goals;
b) Economic viability and sustainability;
c) Equitable benefit to affected populations;
d) Compliance with international development standards.


5.4 At no point shall either Vlatava or Markovia receive direct cash payments or other liquid assets from the Fund. All disbursements shall be made directly to vendors, contractors, or service providers upon verification of project milestones.


5.5 Any attempt by either party to convert Fund-managed assets into liquid assets (including but not limited to selling goods, equipment, or materials purchased through the Fund) shall be deemed a material breach of this Agreement, resulting in:
a) Immediate forfeiture of the breaching party's financial entitlements connected to the Fund;
b) Potential termination of the breaching party's ability to submit future project proposals;
c) Other remedies as determined by the Committee established under Article VII.


5.6 Annual audits of the Fund shall be conducted by an internationally recognized accounting firm selected by the Trustee and approved by both Vlatava and Markovia. The cost of such audits shall be paid from the Fund.


ARTICLE VI: TRANSPARENCY AND OVERSIGHT


6.1 Each country shall appoint one (1) non-voting liaison to ensure transparent and cooperative Fund oversight. These liaisons shall:
a) Receive all Fund reports and documentation;
b) Observe investment committee meetings;
c) Submit quarterly reports to their respective governments;
d) Facilitate communication between their governments and the Trustee.


6.2 The Trustee shall provide quarterly financial statements and semi-annual comprehensive reports on all Fund activities to the governments of Vlatava and Markovia.


6.3 All project proposals, approvals, rejections, and implementations shall be documented in a publicly accessible database, subject to reasonable security considerations as outlined in Appendix F: "Information Security Protocol."


6.4 The Trustee shall establish an accessible grievance mechanism for affected communities to raise concerns regarding Fund-financed projects, as detailed in Appendix G: "Community Engagement and Grievance Framework."


ARTICLE VII: GOVERNANCE COMMITTEE


7.1 A Governance Committee (hereinafter referred to as "the Committee") shall be established to provide strategic direction for the Fund and resolve disputes related to this Agreement.


7.2 The Committee shall consist of:
a) One (1) representative from Vlatava
b) One (1) representative from Markovia
c) The Trustee or their designated representative

7.3 Committee decisions shall require a two-thirds majority vote, except for decisions regarding land reacquisition, which shall require unanimity.


7.4 The Committee shall meet quarterly, with extraordinary sessions called upon the request of any two members with seven (7) days' notice.


7.5 The Committee shall establish its own procedural rules within thirty (30) days of the effective date of this Agreement, subject to approval by both Vlatava and Markovia.


ARTICLE VIII: MILITARY RESTRICTIONS


8.1 Both Vlatava and Markovia are hereby permanently prohibited from:
a) Purchasing, developing, manufacturing, or deploying exo-suits or powered armor technology for military purposes;
b) Deploying combat aircraft or unmanned aerial vehicles in each other's airspace without prior written permission;
c) Developing or deploying biological, chemical, or nuclear weapons.


8.2 Military force levels shall not exceed the pre-conflict levels as documented in Appendix H: "Authorized Military Force Levels."


8.3 Both parties agree to an annual inspection regime to verify compliance with these restrictions, as detailed in Appendix I: "Military Verification Protocol."


8.4 The hiring or deployment of mercenary forces, private military contractors, or other non-state combatants shall be subject to the review and approval of the Committee, with specific guidelines provided in Appendix J: "Non-State Security Actor Regulations."


ARTICLE IX: DIPLOMATIC RELATIONS


9.1 Both Vlatava and Markovia shall establish full diplomatic relations within thirty (30) days of the effective date of this Agreement.


9.2 Each nation shall establish an embassy in the other's capital city, with diplomatic immunity provided in accordance with the Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations.


9.3 Neither nation shall engage in propaganda or public communications intended to incite hostility against the other.


9.4 Both nations shall participate in annual bilateral summits to address ongoing implementation of this Agreement and other matters of mutual concern.


ARTICLE X: ECONOMIC COOPERATION


10.1 Vlatava and Markovia shall establish a joint economic commission to facilitate trade, investment, and economic cooperation, as detailed in Appendix K: "Economic Cooperation Framework."


10.2 Neither country shall impose tariffs or trade restrictions targeted specifically at the other without prior review by the Committee.


10.3 Both countries shall work toward harmonizing relevant regulations to facilitate cross-border business activities, particularly within sectors identified as priorities for reconstruction.


ARTICLE XI: BREACH AND REMEDIES


11.1 Material breach of this Agreement includes, but is not limited to:
a) Resumption of hostilities;
b) Violation of military restrictions outlined in Article VIII;
c) Misappropriation of Fund assets;
d) Attempt to convert Fund assets to liquid assets;
e) Failure to make required contributions to the Fund.


11.2 Upon determination of a material breach by the Committee, the non-breaching party may be entitled to:
a) Suspension of the breaching party's access to Fund disbursements;
b) Financial penalties as determined by the Committee;
c) Reconsideration of land reacquisition provisions; and
d) Other remedies as approved by the Committee, the Mediator, and the witness nations.


11.3 Dispute resolution procedures for alleged breaches are detailed in Appendix L: "Dispute Resolution Protocol."


11.4 Nothing in this Article shall be construed as limiting a party's right to self-defense in accordance with Article 51 of the United Nations Charter.


ARTICLE XII: TERM AND TERMINATION


12.1 This Agreement shall remain in force for an initial period of fifty (50) years from the effective date.


12.2 After the initial period, the Agreement shall automatically renew for successive ten-year periods unless either party provides written notice of intent to terminate at least three (3) years prior to the end of the current term.


12.3 Termination of this Agreement shall not affect:
a) Land transfers already completed;
b) Projects already funded or in progress;
c) Legal obligations arising from actions taken under this Agreement.


12.4 Provisions regarding the DMZ, military restrictions, and Fund management shall survive any termination of this Agreement until alternative arrangements are mutually agreed upon.


ARTICLE XIII: MISCELLANEOUS PROVISIONS


13.1 This Agreement shall be governed by and construed in accordance with international law, including but not limited to the Vienna Convention on the Law of Treaties.


13.2 The Appendices referenced herein form an integral part of this Agreement.


13.3 This Agreement constitutes the entire understanding between the parties concerning the subject matter hereof and supersedes all prior agreements, understandings, or negotiations.


13.4 This Agreement may be modified only by written instrument executed by all parties and witnessed by representatives of at least three (3) of the witness nations.


13.5 If any provision of this Agreement is held invalid or unenforceable, such provision shall be struck and the remaining provisions shall be enforced.


13.6 This Agreement has been prepared in English, with official translations in relevant languages for all participating parties. In case of discrepancy, the English version shall prevail.


13.7 Official copies of this Agreement shall be filed with:
a) The governments of Vlatava and Markovia;
b) The United Nations Secretary-General;
c) The International Court of Justice;
d) The governments of all witness nations.


IN WITNESS WHEREOF, the parties hereto have executed this Agreement as of the date first above written.


FOR THE KINGDOM OF VLATAVA:

Count Werner Vertigo
Regent for the Head of State






FOR THE KINGDOM OF MARKOVIA:

King Viktor Markov
Head of State





MEDIATOR:

Alexander Luthor
Chief Executive Officer and Chairman
LexCorp




TRUSTEE:

Vander Savage
Chief Executive Officer
V3 Investments





WITNESSED BY:

Representative of Austria

Representative of Greece

Representative of Serbia

Representative of Bulgaria

Representative of Macedonia

Representative of Albania

United Nations Representative


APPENDICES


The following Appendices form an integral part of this Agreement:

  • Appendix A: DMZ Territorial Map
  • Appendix B: Security Protocol
  • Appendix C: Eligible Territories for Potential Reacquisition
  • Appendix D: Fund Contribution Schedule
  • Appendix E: Investment Policy and Guidelines
  • Appendix F: Information Security Protocol
  • Appendix G: Community Engagement and Grievance Framework
  • Appendix H: Authorized Military Force Levels
  • Appendix I: Military Verification Protocol
  • Appendix J: Non-State Security Actor Regulations
  • Appendix K: Economic Cooperation Framework
  • Appendix L: Dispute Resolution Protocol
 
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No Swords!


When Maxima had envisioned bartering for a weapon of exceptional quality, debating with an adolescent Earth girl was certainly not part of that image. Princess Starfire's introduction to her charge, however, proved an intriguing diversion. Among the scions of the Luthor dynasty, it was the daughter who possessed the more extensive knowledge of close-combat weaponry that Maxima sought—and despite her youth, she was demonstrating herself to be a surprisingly knowledgeable company.

There was a calculated precision to the girl that contrasted sharply with Maxima's more imperious demeanor, yet the queen could recognize in Cassandra Luthor a fundamental passion for martial excellence that she hadn't expected to find in a mercantile heiress. It made the girl all the more interesting.

The LexCorp weapons laboratory gleamed with cold efficiency around them as Maxima studied the holographic display with growing disappointment.

"These designs are... inadequate," Maxima declared, dismissively waving her hand through the projection of a sleek energy rifle. Her crimson hair cascaded down her back like blood over her royal attire. "I require something more personal."

Cassandra stood with perfect posture, her dark hair pulled back in a tight bun. "The agreement was for a weapon that leverages your unique abilities," she stressed. "Something custom-designed for your specific powerset."

Maxima understood that good service meant trying to anticipate the customer's needs, but the girl's machinations were largely unnecessary. Still, she would humor the young Luthor.

"Indeed," Maxima replied, eyes narrowing. "And I've decided on a sword. Specifically, a two-handed, double-edged blade with a proper crossguard for dueling. It's a worthy weapon for someone of my stature." At minimum, it could serve as an acceptable trophy should their collaboration prove disappointing.

Cassandra's expression remained neutral as her finger tapped thoughtfully on her datapad. "With respect, Your Highness, a sword would not properly leverage your superhuman abilities. Providing one would constitute a breach of our agreement."

Maxima flipped her hair back, eyes flashing with indignation. "You presume to tell me what weapon suits me best? A sword allows for perfect flow between movements. The transitions between strikes occur primarily through subtle manipulations of the wrist, the below and the shoulder." She demonstrated with a graceful movement of her hand. "This creates an efficiency of motion that few other weapons can match. It is the quintessential warrior's choice."

"By your own description," Cassandra noted with diplomatic gentleness, "swords are fundamentally speed-based weapons. Indeed, you are correct—everything in swordsmanship, from the weight distribution to grip positioning, is designed for a flow of decisive movements rather than overwhelming force."

She stepped forward, holding the pad as though it were a weapon, executing a flawless series of movement patterns that caused Maxima to raise an eyebrow in grudging appreciation.

"When it comes to raw power generation," Cassandra continued, "proper positioning and body alignment through movement—what we call 'structure' on Earth—will always supersede brute strength, both in generating strikes and in parrying. A sword effectively leverages your speed by making your superhuman strength largely superfluous. You're negating your own natural advantages."

Maxima scoffed. "You speak as though I've never wielded a blade before." Indeed, the martial treatises of Almerac had been drilled into her since childhood, when she'd sat at her father's knee. "When one reaches my level of might, such limitations become meaningless. 'Structure' is a concept best reserved for those who cannot fly or rely solely on their physical frames to generate power. In that sense, Earthling martial arts are not optimal." She raised a hand, causing her sword to levitate above it in rotations.

"I speak as someone trained to understand the biomechanics of combat," Cassandra replied evenly. "As you mentioned, you can fly. Have you considered that Earth's historical cavalry swords might offer a superior template? Sabers and similar curved blades were designed specifically for angled attacks that utilize forward momentum rather than traditional swinging structures to generate force. Their wielders used horses to provide that momentum; you can use flight."

Maxima paused, genuine interest flickering across her face before being replaced by smug amusement. "How quaint. To think that mere centuries ago, you primitive Earthlings were engaging in combat in such barbaric fashion." She paced the length of the laboratory, her royal attire shimmering with each purposeful step. "If I were to choose a weapon specifically for aerial combat utility, I might as well select a ranged weapon altogether."

The disgust in her voice at that final thought was palpable.

"That would be the logical choice," Cassandra agreed with calm pragmatism, not a hair out of place.

"But a sword is the proper weapon for someone of my standing," Maxima insisted, her tone hardening. "Royal bloodlines across the galaxy carry ceremonial blades. It is tradition. A symbol of power, more than merely a weapon."

Cassandra's lips curved into the ghost of a smile. "If tradition and status are your primary concerns, might I suggest a halberd or poleaxe?" Her eyes gleamed, and Maxima realized this had been the girl's target all along. "These were the weapons of elite knights, not common soldiers as many assume. The leverage provided by the long haft combined with the axe head allows for devastating strikes while maintaining excellent control and diverse angles for thrusts without requiring adjustments. The capacity for slashing and bashing through defenses, combined with superior reach, makes them extraordinarily versatile."

With a few deft flicks of her wrist, Cassandra's device displayed historical images of ornate polearms, many adorned with royal insignias and precious metals.

"The weight distribution favors heavy strikes, properly leveraging your super strength while still providing the distance and control of a spear. The hook on the reverse side—" she indicated the feature with a precise gesture, "—allows for dismounting mounted opponents or, in your case, pulling flying enemies from the sky."

Maxima examined the images with a dismissive wave. "Such weapons are carried by palace guards on Almerac, not royalty. Walking the corridors of my palaceand the streets of my cities with such an implement would signal to my people that we are about to enter a state of war." She shook her head firmly. "Socially unacceptable."

"As queen," Cassandra noted quietly, her gaze meeting Maxima's directly, "isn't 'socially acceptable' whatever you will it to be?"

A surprised chuckle escaped Maxima's lips. "You are indeed correct, Cassandra Luthor. Your insight is truly formidable!" Her expression sobered. "Still, tradition has its place—even for queens. In the Hall of Champions at the heart of Almerac's royal citadel, the weapons of our greatest warriors are enshrined. Nearly all are blades. That is no coincidence."

"I suppose, if you are more invested in winning over people than you are in winning battles." Cassandra riposted.

Maxima gave a throaty laugh at the girl's audacity. Few would dare speak to her with such candor.

"You may as well use a rapier then," Cassandra continued, displaying the relevant image. "It is the superior weapon for dueling."

"A rapier is but a one-handed spear!" Maxima protested indignantly. To wield such a flimsy, one-dimensional weapon! A light parry could snap it in half!

"Yes, which makes it the best sword," Cassandra replied drily. "If portability is your concern, it will outperform every weapon of equivalent size in single combat. The point control is unmatched, and the linear thrust channels force efficiently." Maxima did not deign to respond, merely scoffing.

Seeing Maxima's continued resistance, she changed tactics. "If you intend to carry this weapon regularly—though I wouldn't recommend it—perhaps a mace would serve your purposes better. The mass distribution is favorable while still generating force through the kinetic chain of the body much like a sword, giving you the best of both worlds."

Maxima's nose wrinkled in distaste. 'It has no fluidity or speed. A mace generates force through sheer angular momentum—once committed, it must recover before striking again. There's no graceful transition, no immediate thrust or redirection from the bind. It's brutish, inelegant. The weapon of those with strength but no finesse."

"That's a common misconception," Cassandra replied, her voice steady. "War hammers and maces weren't crude—they were tactical. They required just as much skill, just not in the same way. A mace isn't meant for flourish or flow. It's designed to exploit weaknesses in armor—its flanged head concentrates force to a precise point, delivering concussive trauma where blades would glance off. You don't need to redirect from the bind when your first strike crushes through plate or moves the opponent out of position."

Seeing Maxima unmoved, Cassandra tried yet another approach. "What about a telescoping poleaxe? Compact for carrying, expandable for combat."

"I've encountered 'mechashifting' weapons before," Maxima said with a knowing smirk. "They invariably lack structural integrity. The joints become the weakest points, creating vulnerabilities that, even if not exploited by an opponent, would inevitably cause a breakdown down the line." Her tone was slightly chiding, but Cassandra took it in good humor.

"All the science in the world cannot save something from being overdesigned, I suppose," Cassandra mused with a genuine smile. "Physics remains consistent across the universe." She seemed to find her own comment amusing, though Maxima couldn't fathom why. "All the same, you will not find Luthor engineering lacking."

Maxima smirked. She would see if the Luthors could keep their word. "What remains, then?"

"Poleaxes, halberds," Cassandra persisted, seemingly oblivious to Maxima's growing irritation—or perhaps deliberately ignoring it.

"Again with this?" Maxima's voice rose slightly. "These are the cheaply-made tools of peasantry."

"Poleaxes are the weapons of the rich and powerful," Cassandra insisted with surprising passion. "Swords were unsuited for battle against armor, making them more appropriate for the sort of person who would cut down unarmored peasants." Her gaze was steady and challenging. "I suppose if your goal was to swiftly dispatch the defenseless, a sword might indeed be more suitable..."

Maxima narrowed her eyes at the sheer audacity. "I am a warrior, not an executioner," she almost sneered, causing Cassandra to level a look directly into her eyes.

"Then you ought to find a weapon most suited for warriors of your particular prowess and renown... Like a polearm."

"Now listen here, you...! Are you calling me a peasant?!"

"That is not, in fact, what I said," Cassandra replied with infuriating calm.

Starfire, who remained in the room and had been utterly forgotten by either party, watched the two bicker back and forth with growing delight. She was happy that they had found so much in common!
 
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