Piripi was pleased that the foreign guests had started to arrive and was slightly surprised the Morelanders had been beaten to the arrival by the group from Achkaerin. He wondered if the same would have happened if King David had been attending rather than his cousin and niece. The King gathered his family together. It would be a very different welcome than the last time people from their nation were here, no challenge as they arrived, no offering of a symbol, it would all be much simpler. Piripi crossed first of all to Emperor Peter an shaking his hand he pulled him towards him leaning down and pressing his forehead to Peters as their noses touched, it was an exchange of the breath of life a traditional greeting between the Maori and honoured guests. The King's wife Maata followed him as they moved around the group, it was when he reached the children that the 6ft 5inch tall King knelt down so he could do the ritual with the kids. "That now means you've become part Maori" the King explained to the children, "Not only you part of your family but your part of our family too." he said as he got to his feet and moved towards the Morelanders. "Archduchess Sophie it's nice to see your Maori coming along", she'd made some small mistakes but otherwise she'd done well. The King touched noses, "No Rollo?" the King asked, "We had hoped to maybe come play rugby here or something" he smiled. He next turned to Princess Lily, "I hope you will pass on our best wishes to your cousin the King and especially to Princess Rhiannon. How is she?" the King asked.

The King turned and barked some words in his best soldiers voice speaking Maori. Two youngsters appeared, nephews of one of the tribal leaders who Piripi was friends with. "Take  Princesses Astrid, Aeolia and Lamia to the children's hall." The two young girls wearing grass skirts and woven vest tops but bare feet ushured the girls along with them towards a thatch roofed open sided hut, four or five elderly women, a pair of women in their early 20's were seemingly supervising a group of children. The woman in charge was Aetora, she was the wife of one of the senior elders in the Iwi and now in her 60's she was practically the villages most senior woman unless Maata was present.

"Girls come and take a seat" She motioned to the giant circle of around 30 children sat cross legged on the floor. "We are playing Tutukai" the woman began to explain, "Its a guessing game, we have Roatao here in the centre." A girl who seemed to be about six or seven years old stood in the circle. "We'll quickly blindfold them." One of the younger women draped a thick cloth over the eyes of the girl and tied it at the back. "This object" Aetora held up a pine cone," Will be passed between you as we chant, it can go in any direction and be passed however you think best. When we stop chanting Roatao there must guess who has the object." Aetora passed the pine cone to Astrid and then nodded allowing the blindfold to be removed. The girl looked around the ring and then they began chanting, "Rapua te taonga. Tiakina kia haumaru. Rapua te taonga. Tiakina kia haumaru."[1]. Around the circle people pretended to smuggle the object while the pine cone whizzed forward and back around the circle, sometimes being passed sneakily through the dirt other times being thrown blatantly when the guesser in the centre had their back turned. After about a minute the chanting stopped and the guesser looked around the circle.

"It's....it's there with....." the girl pointed at Lamia with her fist as pointing with fingers was considered rude. "Erm...." the girl couldn't remember the name. "Princess Tahu Wahine[2]" The circle laughed but as Aetora clapped her hands the circle fell instantly silent.

"Princess Lamia" the woman corrected the girl in the centre.

"Sorry Your Highness" the girl removed a glass bead from her bracelet and handed it to Lamia, "I'm sorry" she added again before returning to the centre of the circle it seemed to satisfy Aetora that justice had been done, an insult to a royal was rather serious and a gift of remorse was the only way to ensure the insult didn't impact the Tapu, or spiritual power, of the victim. Aetora stood up, "Who has the item?" A tall girl stood and held up the pine cone with a bright smile on her face. "Very good" Aetora smiled and held up a wooden box, the girl with the pine cone came over and the girl selected a glass bead from the box before heading clockwise around the circle letting everyone touch the bead until everyone had been involved and then she sat down and affixed it to her own bracelet. The games continued, they played Poi Rakau and Taonga Tākaro[3].

While the children played Kimo had been taken off to prepare for the ceremony later in the day and so that left the King and his adult guests to have a wander around the village. It was a hive of activity with people still putting finishing touches to pieces of meat ready to bury them on hot rocks for the feast. A hut had a group of young me, most in their late 20's sat around, there were muffled noises from inside, the King headed that way and the men stood respectfully as the party passed. Inside there was a low wooden platform with rush matting on. A man laid face down and kneeling next to him was a older man, his face criss crossed in patterns , he held what looked like a chisel in one hand except it was attached to a stick at the top. In the other hand he held a small mallet, another man was sat next to him with a cloth in his hand. The man placed the chisel on the mans skin and tapped it with the mallet three times, he removed it then dipped it into the ink while the other man wiped the excess ink not hammered into the skin away. "Today many of these men are having their first tattoos, each is approved by their elders and can only be done on special occasions." Piripi said explaining the line outside. They sat at a low table as the tattooing continued. "So I want to thank you all for coming today. Its a great honour to have you with us. Now today may at times be a little bit crazy. I suggest you go with the flow." The King smiled half keeping an eye out for other guests.

1.	Find the Treasure. Keep it Safe
2.	Girl with flames
3.	You stick a feather in your hair and then race around trying to be the last person in. You eliminate people by snatching their feather

	Tama Apaita
Roles	Head of Commonwealth Intelligence Adviser to the King
Year of Birth	1960, Routanga Wahere
Positions Held	1975-2001 Member of various units in the Commonwealth Armed Forces 2001-2010 Colonel in the Commonwealth Army 2010-2015 Head of Royal Security and Protection 2015-present Head of Commonwealth Intelligence
Education	No formal education
Family	Wife:- Ruiha (m.1982) Son:- Hemi (b.1984) Daughter:- Anahera (b.1990)
Links to Important events?	Fought in the Commonwealth War for Independence. Planned the arrest of a Seleucid War Criminal from a cruise ship in the Kyne.
Biography	The second son of a tribal chief he was at the forefront of the fighting to ensure the freedom of the Commonwealth. Following the end of hositilities he became close friends with Piripi and when his friend became King he found himself elevated to being on the King's advisary council. He has set up a partnership with a Foundation which seeks to track down war criminals and bring them to justice as this is seen as a priority for King Piripi to ensure his people's spiritual health is ensured even in death.
Tribal Affiliation	Ngāti Wai

The Ngāpuhi Marae was in a small village around 20km from the capital of Hunter's Bay, it was perched on top of white chalk cliffs which overlooked the Krimeon. The large traditional Wharenui meeting hall still had the village carpenter, an old man who despite his age still had a vice like grip of the chisel he used to finish his carving. It showed a fern leaf uncurling under the newly rising sun which was wearing a crown. Yet another image in the lengthy history of the  Ngāpuhi Iwi. The last carefully considered flourish of the chisel saw the image done and then the old man reached down and picked up a series of small ceramic pots examining each in turn he elected for the red and used it to rub into the freshly exposed wood, next he selected a yellow colour and used that to help bring his stylised image to life. His work done he looked around the hall, so much of the walls covered in dark scenes from the past, one that now he hoped would just as his picture was in contrast to the dark, would only get brighter. To the people of the Commonwealth today marked something special. It would be the first time they'd crowned a monarch born as a free Maori, not someone who had been born into warfare like the other Maori Kings.

The young Prince sat nervously with his father overlooking the sea. Both were dressed a like, the giant of Piripi his arm around his boys shoulder telling him some story from their tribes ancient past of how they had come from a land unknown on giant canoes. One example of that sat in one of the large halls that dotted the collective compound. It had always been a favourite place for Piripi as a child and more than once he'd been told off for climbing on it playing with his now deceased older brother. The wind picked up for a moment or two billowing the King's colourful feather and fur cape soon his son would have a matching one it being the symbol of royal rank. As the father and son sat talking they didn't hear the approach of bare feet on dew soaked grass, Queen Maata approached. "The guests are beginning to arrive" she said waiting for the pair to join her and make the way back to the centre of the village. Like her husband she was wearing her cloak and the pair walked hand in hand as Prince Kimo walked ahead of them.

In the village centre there was a hustle and bustle as hundreds of Maori put the finishing touches to the tribal common grounds. Sideless tents had been erected, ten in total with one running perpendicular to the rest. If it hadn't been for people taking pictures on mobile phones the scene would have looked much like one when the Maori canoes had arrived, everyone was wearing traditional grass skirts and dresses, almost every man was carrying some kind of war club or spear. It was only the front gate of the compound that looked like 2019 with armed soldier patrolling the perimeter. It was through this gate the arrivals being ferried to the village would pass, there would be less fanfare than when the nations first visited, after all they were no longer classed as strangers but rather members of an invited Iwi. The King and Queen made their way to the hall with the giant canoe in ready to greet the various guests as they came.

The Commonwealth of the Unified Iwi shall not be taking part in this project. In fact were it physically possible we would hook up our canoes to our beloved land and paddle it out of this continent. For centuries the spectre of slavery, genocide and war crimes were permitted to take place in our land when we were asailed by a much more technologically advanced and larger enemy, our North East Ardian neighbours of all kinds stood by and watched as millions of Maori were enslaved and murder, some such as myself becoming nothing more than flesh for Seleucid doctors to practice their skills on without cause or benefit of painkillers. We stood next to a nation of close to some 300million people in Krimeon, a nation which describes it own people as  militaristic, they did nothing but watch on at our suffering. Since that time we have attempted to offer the hand of friendship only to have it slapped away by the Rokkenjimans. Even today in the nation of Xaeth our Maori brothers and sisters are treated as second class citizens.  This organisation should first seek to mend the damage of the past before working for the betterment of a continent with a dark history.


Tane Sevasi

Official Envoy of King Piripi

On the 23rd of March 2019 Prince Kimo will turn ten years of age. This is an important time in the life of a Maori boy, a time when they put aside the carefree nature of childhood and begin to assume roles within the Iwi. Each Iwi celebrates this process in its own unique way and the Ngāpuhi will host a ceremony for Kimo's coming of age. As the largest Iwi of the Unified Commonwealth, and the Iwi from which the royal family descend this ceremony shall be witnessed by members of all Iwi's. We therefore extend this invitation to those foreign dignitaries who have been adopted into any of our Iwi. We look forward to welcoming you to our Marae on the 23rd and sharing this joyous occasion with you all.

Royal Envoy
Tane Sevasi of the Ngāpuhi

OOC: Apologies, normally I wouldn't do this as it's not part of RP etiquette but when misinterpreted information is conveyed..."I know historically the Krimeon and Commonwealth of the Unified Iwi have not enjoyed favourable relationships" which was based on this excerpt from the cancelled RP between Iwi and Krimeon "share many similarities, both good and harsh times"......

- I didn't exactly mean so, as If you take into account the entire context: "Our shared history together differ in several aspects yet share many similarities, both good and harsh times yet our diverse peoples have proven themselves to be of a force to reckon with, far more than what's expected despite being shackled at the hands of grim Imperialistic Powers." At the time when I wrote this it was more in terms of the sufferings and injustice that the peoples endured from Imperial Powers, namely Royal Seleucid and Ardian Empire. It's a matter of interpretation considering that's not what I tried to say

- Krimeon has never bothered Iwi in any way, supported its enemies or engaged in their slave trade. I would have discussed this with Ben OOCly otherwise.

You can make due of this revelation however you want as it's your RP in the end, but I stand by what is actual, current IC relations between Iwi and Krimeon.

Again apologise for hijacking. The Iwi issues are that for the best part of 250 years we were occupied by RS, brutally murdered and used for medical experiments. Krimeon did nothing. This made total sense when Krimeon was a nation smaller than Royal Seleucid, now Krimeon is over 5 times the size and has a military which would squish the Seleucid in short order, yet they did nothing. This is the same issue that The Iwi has with Xaeth but to a lesser degree. As far as I'm concerned the Maori would not look favourably on Krimeon at all.

Bessie Aupōuri today became the first Maori in space, an achievement she has hailed as "ground breaking in multiple ways.". The 41 year old physics professor was selected from among 4 candidates to join the CNN programme to build a cheap and lightweight space station. Over the weekend experienced astronauts from CNN partners East Moreland and Ui Cenneslaig set forth for the East Moreland mini space station and will enlarge the facility with the use of various inflatable structures. Prior to go Aupōuri spoke with the media saying. "Maori society has always painted specific gender roles for us. Historically exploration of the unknown was carried out by crews of men in giant canoes. Now we have a new unknown space and the Maori leading the way is a woman." Prior to launch, which was taking place in East Moreland, the Maori involved in the ground crew carried out a haka to wish Aupōuri well on her journey.

Ko nga whetu to tatou hapu
tangohia ki a ratou te karere o te herekore
Ko tetahi hapu kahore he hoa
he mea kore e mohiotia

Ka wehe te waka ahi i tenei whenua
te moana o te pango i mua i te reira.
Kaore tetahi mea e whakamutu ia matou
Whakanuia nga ngaru ki te kāinga.


The haka was joined by several other members of the Mission team who had been learning the moves alongside Kilian Kaihoe who was the backup astronaut. "Obviously I'm disappointed not to go. This has been a project that I've dedicated months to but there will, if this is successful be other opportunities. I've had the chance to work with great scientists from East Moreland and Ui Cenneslaig as well as learn alongside the Lodjains who like us are new to this. We've become one big happy scientific community.

As part of the journey Aupōuri will spend a week in space before returning. Should everything go according to plan then further astronauts, include Kaihoe will visit the station.[1]

1.	The stars are our family take to them the message of freedom One tribe unfied with friends an unknown to be claimed The canoe of fire will leave this land the sea of blackness before it. Nothing may halt us Ride the waves back home.

RETCONNED

The Iwi votes no

As Hans was taken from his cell to make his phone call he could see through a tiny vertical Perspex window in the cell doors a face in the next cell watching him. It as the Corporal in the cell next to him and Hans would have seen a look of surprise on his face, he hadn't seen the old man being brought to the cell as he'd been sleeping as that seemed to be pretty much the only recreation open to him, but now he saw him and realised he was not Maori. It set cogs turning and it didn't take long to come to a conclusion about what was the meaning behind the "old dog of war" bit. It could have meant he'd fought in the liberation but there was only one real explanation.

Hans was shown into a room, its walls were bare white except for an old fashioned looking black telephone. "You can have thirty minutes" the guard said as he lifted the handle and pressed a button before handing the receiver to Hans.

"What number?" a voice at the other end of the line asked, it was clear why the telephone set on the wall had no numbers, clearly a way to check who you were phoning and no doubt the call would be monitored. Once the appropriate number had been given Hans heard a series of clicks and buzzes as the number was being inputted and before long it began ringing. A Corporal in an office watched on CCTV while listening to the call.

Once the call was over Hans was returned to his cell, this time as he approached he spoked Jel through the plastic window, he was stripped to the waist, a huge man covered in muscles and tattos, he was standing there stairing at Hans and then as the guards began unlocked Hans cell door he slammed his hand against the door making an almighty noise. He said nothing just pointed at Hans and drew his thumb across his neck.

"Hmm" Chike Tamarua mumbled as he jotted down several details from what was said. "I think I have everything I need for now. I may however, as long as the Detective here allows need to speak to you again." He folded up his notes and slid them into his bag.
 
"Mister Schneider" Detective Umara began to speak keeping her voice almost robotic. "We are formally putting you under arrest on suspicion of rape, murder and crimes relating to genocide. You will of course be permitted to appoint a legal representative and if you can not find one or afford one then one will be appointed for you." She continued reading him all his rights before two uniformed officers came in. "These men will be taking you to the Hunters Bay Military Prison, we thought it best to place you in their isolation wing for the time being as....well you can imagine if word got out of who you were then your stay may be rather short." she shrugged and the two men motioned for Schneider to stand and place his hands out in front of him.


"Hope their not too tight" The officer had kept the handcuffs rather loose it was clear this man was going to co-operate and the two burly guards would be able to handle him. They lead him out and to the waiting car. The two men sat silently as the car made its way through the city before arriving at a large red brick building, the Barracks. Once inside the camp they crossed through another fence, this one a smaller building made of concrete, the prison itself housing those who had commited crimes while in the military, currently ten prisoners resided there and the most serious crime was punching an officer, the others for loss of equipment or in one case going AWOL. Schneider was strip searched, given a shower, his head shaved and a set of bright pink overalls issued, he was given shoes that where made out of thin plastic like a cheap Croc. "Follow us" the guard lead him down a row of empty cells and to one close to the duty officers desk. "Here you go" the man said rather casually as he showed the man a plain white walled cell, a concrete platform for a bed with a thin rubber mat on top for comfort. A neat pile of a sheet,blanket, pillow and pillow case sat ready the neat folds indicating this was a military prison. In the corner was a stainless steel toilet and a matching sink. The tiny window was high up meaning only someone improbably tall could see through it and a flourescent light hummed as the only sound. "Normally prisoners here would be those who have committed crimes while in the prison but your case is well....special.....so you are permitted to put things on the wall, and after three days of good behaviour we'll give you a radio, seven days a small TV. You can have access to the phone once a day for twenty minutes unless its to your lawyer which case we can make arrangements." The guard handed the man a piece of paper. "That's to write a letter if you wish." Schneider was handed a pencil. "If you tell us what you like to read we can get you some magazines or books too." The man headed for the door. "DInner is in two hours" was the last thing that was said before the heavy steel door slammed shut.


No sooner had the door shut than a voice could be heard through the wall. "Hey.....hey" the voice drifted through the small window and small cracks in the wall. "Soldier....what you in for, who you smack?" The question came. "I'm Jel, Corporal in the 77th, in for assaulting an officer and well......then making a dirty protest." There was chuckles. "Who are you?"
 

King Piripi and his wife Queen Maata had arrived the day prior to the wedding. They'd both been to the Isle on several occasions thanks to the CNN connection and so had made their way straight up to the Ball Room. Piripi was pleased to see King David and crossed over embracing him in a manly hug while touching foreheads, "Great to see you again" he said as Maata, with much more delicacy than her husband greeted King David. The King then went round the room introducing himself to those he had never meet while sharing "the breath of life"[1] with those who he had meet before. He approached Tonya, "I would like a moment of the newly weds time when appropriate" he said before heading back off to mingle and enjoy a glass or two of wine.

1.	Traditional Maori greeting https://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/05/b2/6c/fa/arrow-tours.jpg

It had been a quiet day in Hunters Bay airport, a few flights from the CNN countries and that was about it. There was only an hour left in Rikasa's shift when Firouz Alkiviadis presented himself. The name straight away started alarm bells ringing and so Rikasa phoned his superviser who appeared within a matter of minutes. There were a series of conversations among them before the supervisor instructed Firouz to accompany him, the pair walked in silence along a twist and turning maze of corridors before entering an area that looked more like a police station. It was here Firouz was placed into a small cell room along with a woman who seemed intoxicated and a man who was clearly under the influence of drugs.

It was about an hour later that a smartly dressed woman appeared. "Mr.Alkiviadis please come with me" she instructed as a uniformed police officer let him out of the cell. They walked a few meters turned the corner and the women held a door open. Inside a man in a suit sat at a desk leafing through a folder, he didn't react at all to the entrance of the two newcomers. "I'm Detective Umara of the Commonwealth's Police Force" she explained, "This is Chike Tamarua of the Otikoro Foundation, they're the experts in what happened during the Occupation here and in investigations of this nature support the police. Chike still hadn't reacted to Firouz presence and instead was removing a few selected documents from his massive folder. "Now today has taken us a little by surprise" she began, "So before we start let me explain a few things. Your currently being filmed" she pointed to various cameras, "and all sound within this room is being recorded. As of yet you have not been charged with anything but I would remind you that anything you say can be used as evidence should charges be levelled. Now I'd like you to listen very carefully to my friend here."

Chike suddenly looked up and gave Firouz a smile that could be described as reassuring. "Now let me explain something before I show you something. The Otikoro Foundation have made it our aim to bring to justice all those who did anything wrong during the occupation. We do this by sifting through records, collecting witness statements from survivors and using methods such as DNA matching to identify victims. You've seen and heard of the results we've achieved and therefore you know the worst outcome. Let me tell you about the best. You're probably here because your either holding information useful to us or you did something yourself. If its the final of these two then if found guilty a judge will pass sentence based on our concept of justice. An amends must be made for a crime committed, now in the eyes of our culture that can happen in many ways." He placed an old regimental photo on the table it was an old regimental photo. "Now I had to do some quick research, your name appeared on a list of soldiers in a regiment called Cerebus, our records had this picture of the regiment on file, it was found in an old barracks. Would you mind looking at it and identifying yourself if you're on it. Once you've done that I'd like you to take this" he slid a piece of paper over, on it was printed the number of outlines in rows that matched the picture, a ghostly blank space where each person on the photo stood. "I'd like you to write the details of any others you recognize, preferably name and rank." He placed a pen next to the picture. "Perhaps you can then explain what made you arrive in the Commonwealth today."

The Arawa aircraft carrier stood ready in the Kyne, it was the best part of 70 years old and a little rough about the edges but its crew stood ready to get the job assigned to them done. As the time ticked down on the stopwatch on his wrist Captain Mahauta readied himself mentally for what was to come, 24 hours of terror, danger and emotion. Inside the helicopters he and his nineteen men sat cramped among the gear, the flight wouldn't be the most comfortable of their careers and hopefully wouldn't be the last time. The helicopters swept low over the Kyne and at just gone midnight entered the waters of the Tamorans. The helicopters dropped their rear ramps and the Marine Commando's launched their boats, paddling them every bit as efficiently as their ancient ancestors had the large canoes that had brought them to Northern Ardia so long ago. Legend had it that those crews had been searching for the lost Maori tribes when they had stumbled across the uninhabited mainland, taking them away from the tiny islands they had once called home that dotted the Kyne.

Operation Matahourua was simple, get ashore, move inland 10km and locate the farm, this they did with little problem. It was just how the recon photos showed and the group wasted little time making entrance to the bunkhouses that housed the slaves. "We're here to help" Mahauta said quietly as he slid through the half open door of one, his men where doing the same to the others. He started the second stop watch, they'd been told that it would take thirty minutes for the nearest security forces to arrive once an alarm was raised and he figured best to assume the entrance to the bunkhouse would be monitored. "We're from The Iwi, we're here to take you home." he said and watched as a vast array of emotions broke forth before him, some cheered and he urged them to be quiet, some wept, one young girl in his 20's ran and hugged him and he had to wrestle her away from him. "You've five minutes then we need to leave on foot so pack light." Already he could see people looking nervous and he needed to keep things moving. He found the eldest woman in the bunkhouse and urged her to get people organised as he went and checked on the situation. Various NCO's ran up to him giving him the count from the different buildings, he spotted his three men on the hill ready for incase anyone came from the farmhouse area. He kept a running total in his head, "150" he said as the final report came in, they'd been prepared for slightly more but they'd take what they could get. The old woman from the hut approached him.

"I will be staying" she informed him, tears in her eyes, "So will a few others, we are too old to keep up." she said forlornly, Mahauta began to protest but she stopped him by taking hold of his head and cradling it towards her their noses touching in the Maori tradition. "I am 67 years old, I have never seen the Iwi. My daughter and grand-daughter can though but not if I go. We have always prayed to return home and now our children will. Thank you" she said. It was by no means a sure deal but Mahauta understood what she meant. He noticed families weeping and saying goodbyes knowing in all probabilities they'd never meet again.

"Take this radio" he handed it over to the woman, "Hide in the woods, if we can find a van, a truck...something. We'll come back." Mahauta knew their was little chance but he had to do something. Once more the woman gave a reassuring expression, took his hand and gave him a pendent carved from wood. "It is the whale, it will guide you home" she turned and went to say goodbye to her family. A few moments later a column headed back south towards the coast as the first signs of the locals investigating the noise came. Mahauta watched as his men in the rear guard sprang from hidden positions using their war clubs to crack the three farmers skulls. As they entered the nearby woodland he looked at his watch, twenty minutes, it could be a close run thing. From the bunkhouses he could see the elders, around 30 of them waving as they watched their families going.

"Kaua e mate wheke mate ururoa"[1] the words hung in the still night as he pressed deeper into the cover provided by the woods.

It took half an hour to reach the coast, and behind him he had an urge to return for the others, it would have done no good. The old women lay dead, three bullets had killed her as she and the others had tried using farm tools to fight the local police, they would never know but their sacrifice had brought the Commando's an extra twenty minutes or so to take their escapees onto the fishing boats their colleagues on a different helicopter had acquired and brought as transport. The boats where loaded and headed out into the Kyne, as soon as they had left Tamoran waters fighters from the Arawa came into sight rushing to meet them. From the handful of the freed slaves there were screams as they thought it was Tamoran jets coming for them but these turned to cheers as they were told they were there to protect them. It took a further hour for them to reach the carrier from where the process of gathering the escapees on the rear boat launch deck was completed. The fishing boats where scuttled as Mahauta stepped back onto his home-ship. The giant mechanical lift took them up through the bowels of the ancient ship as the lift came to a juddering stop at the top a noise of voices filled the air.

"Hoki mai e tama mā ki roto, ki roto
 I ngā ringa e tuwhera atu nei.
 Kei te kapakapa mai te Haki, te Haki
 I nga rangi runga Tiamana e.

Hoki mai, hoki mai ki te wā kāinga
 Kia tutuki te tūmanako.
 Kei te kapakapa mai te Haki, te Haki
 I nga rangi runga Tiamana e.

Hoki mai, hoki mai ki te wā kāinga
 Kia tutuki te tūmanako.
 Kei te kapakapa mai te Haki, te Haki
 I nga rangi runga Tiamana e."[2]

The entire ships compliment was on deck singing and dancing the traditional haka to welcome their bretherin to the Iwi.

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OOC- Something like this had been agreed with Tamora prior to his LOA however if he returns and isn't happy I'm more than willing to retcon this. Dave will do some appropriate Tamora sabre rattling.

1.	An opening line of a Maori war song "Don't die like a octopus, die like a hammerhead shark" Octopus are renown for their lack of resistance when being captured, however a hammerhead shark will fight bitterly to the end, to the point that when you fillet it fresh, its meat quivers. Commonly used to encourage someone not to give up, no matter how hard the struggle is.
2.	Come back boys into, into  these arms outstretched.  Fluttering is the flag, the flag  in the skies over the Commonwealth. Come back, come back home  in order to fulfill our hopes.  Fluttering is the flag, the flag  in the skies over The Commonwealth. Come back, come back home  in order to fulfill our hopes.  Fluttering is the flag, the flag  in the skies over The Commonwealth.

OOC - In response to this

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Sometime ago a group of well armed individuals attacked a convoy escorting a legally held suspected criminal to court. During this attack the suspect was removed from lawful custody and has now apparently been taken out of the country. It now transpires that the individuals responsible and the suspect are now seeking asylum in Rokkenima.

We demand that their application is denied and that they are placed back in our custody to face justice. This demand is based on three principles.

1. Yanni Tawfeek's chain of custody - Mr.Tawfeek was lawfully detained by Kaitaine for breaching their laws on possessing a controlled substance, namely the substance known as Melange. When his identity was ascertained he was handed over to the Commonwealth of the Unified Iwi in accordance with a long standing warrant. Therefore by granting Mr.Tawfeek asylum you are interfering with the concept of international extradition and going against the lawful processes of both the nation of Kaitaine and the Commonwealth of the Unified Iwi. This sets a dangerous precident that anyone lawfully arrested and given due process may be freed using violence and removed from facing justice.

2. Support for acts of Terrorism - Those accompanying Mr.Tawfeek entered the Commonwealth either illegally or by fraud. Once inside our nation they have used weapons of a military nature to attack and kill members of the Commonwealth Police Force and it is only luck that prevented civilian deaths. To grant these men asylum sets a precedent of nations allowing to become safe havens for terrorists.

3. Denial of Life - The Maori faith teaches that once a person's physical body ceases their spiritual body (Tapu) is born. This Tapu is as much alive and part of our community as flesh and bone. This practice sees the creation of Mokomokai, the severed heads of important people with significant Tapu. An individual becoming Mokomokai are not issued death certificates and therefore are still classed as living. Therefore as some victims of Mr.Tawfeek became Mokomokai yet have not received justice they are not truly blessed with their full spiritual power. As such denying the trial of Mr.Tawfeek is a breech of the MCUR that you have signed. We believe it represents a breach of Article 2.1 "No one shall be deprived of his life " to us as Maori the denial of justice IS depriving the Mokomokai of their life.

Furthermore we protest the claims made by Pyrena Castle that the Iwi is home to "systemic racism". The Rokkenjiman government have accepted out of hand these claims without investigating the reasons behind them. Data can be used to show anything, for example in the Commonwealth their has been a reduction in the number of garden gnomes being sold meanwhile we have seen a raise in sea levels, should we therefore conclude that the humble garden gnome was keeping sea levels low? Data is driven by a story and at no point has Rokkenjima sought to discover that story.

1. 82% of Seleucid's under the age of 18 experience bullying at school - This figure is quiet possibly accurate, however as a stand alone figure it means nothing. Rates of bullying vary across studies (from 9% to 98%). (Modecki, Minchin, Harbaugh, Guerra, & Runions, 2014) and as most Seluecid go to schools mostly attended by fellow Seleucid this can not be used to show systematic bullying. Policies in education clearly make racism an excludable offence.

2. Seleucid citizens are five times more likely to be unemployed. This is again sadly true, however our nation has laws in place which make denying an individual a job on the basis of protected characteristics, of which race is one, illegal. Programmes exist to provide young people of all backgrounds work experience and skills education to support job hunting.

3. Seleucid citizens are six times more likely to be stopped by police. This statistic is again true, however Seleucid men aged between 18-25 are statistically more likely to be in possession of a gun or knife. Therefore they are more likely to be stopped by Police as part of random stop and searches. As most Seleucid also tend to live in more deprived areas of cities they are more likely to be living in higher crime areas, as a result more likely to come into contact with the Police. All Police in the Iwi are required to wear body cameras when on patrol and any individual believing they have been illegally stopped and searched is welcome to sue the Police force involved with the body camera footage forming part of the evidence in the case.

4. Only 10% of Seleucid applications to join Iwi's are accepted. This again is true and is actually proof that systematic racism is not in existence in the Iwi. The concept of an Iwi is a tribe, all members of the tribe must have strong ties either spiritually, ethnically or ancestrally to the tribe. As such for a Seleucid individual to become part of the Iwi they must either a) show a long standing commitment to the native Maori faith, b) be the child of a member of the Iwi who is active in their community and who has undertaken all rights of passage or c) be able to demonstrate a kinship with a member of the Iwi who is held in good standing. In recent times the Iwi's have adopted non Maori members, for example the Pope is a member of an Iwi as he formed a kinship with it's leader and promoted the memory of a deceased member of that tribe who is venerated as a Saint now among Catholics. Meanwhile the Cox family of Achkaerin where too adopted into an Iwi. Both the Pope and the Cox family are of a different race to the Maori and therefore is systematic racism was a barrier to entry then they would not have had this adoption. Furthermore one miss must consider the number of applicants, as few Seleucid apply to join Iwi's rejection is likely to be high. The fact that 1 in 10 Seleucid, just one generation after occupation, are permitted to join Iwi's should not be a cause for concern but should in fact be a cause of celebration as it shows how quickly we are trying to integrate them into our ancient customs.

Having therefore outlined all of the above I believe it is now vital that Rokkenjima reject the asylum application less they set dangerous precidents that will create expectations for terrorist groups believing they can escape justice, furthermore that nations can effectively consign the citizens of other nations to never experience justice based on their own religious belief, a crime against the MCUR which Rokkenjima only recently willingly affixed its signature to.

Signed

King Piripi