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As the Elves of Cyberutopia have existed among us longer, they have further integrated themselves and their culture into Cyberutopia. As of late, they have formed their own heirarchy. One of the Cyberutopian Elven Countesses has recently expressed a desire to find a husband. Internal matches have failed, and she has put out an international invite to any suitors interested to attend a formal party.

Countess Lafiël:

http://lafiel.b2.st/lafiel03.png

Um, should I post more information?

Um, should I post more information?

Uh yeah, like WHAT IS SHE LIKE? What does she like? etc.

You want us to post our guys. Ok. I'll pull up the least rude one

In my country there are several guys, like the King's nine sons, seventeen nephews, and one of the kings cousins may be young enough. The King is married to an Eleanor of Aquitaine.

http://macross.anime.ru/robotech/rick.jpg
Name: Adam "Zero" Ray aka Zero-020
Age:25
Race:Human+slight Vampire DNA

Need any more info?

The Praetor of New Russia is single, with a teenage daughter. He's generally a good guy, but I don't have any images yet.

As the Elves of Cyberutopia have existed among us longer, they have further integrated themselves and their culture into Cyberutopia. As of late, they have formed their own heirarchy. One of the Cyberutopian Elven Countesses has recently expressed a desire to find a husband. Internal matches have failed, and she has put out an international invite to any suitors interested to attend a formal party.

Countess Lafiël:

http://lafiel.b2.st/lafiel03.png

I feel sorry for you geeks

As the Elves of Cyberutopia have existed among us longer, they have further integrated themselves and their culture into Cyberutopia. As of late, they have formed their own heirarchy. One of the Cyberutopian Elven Countesses has recently expressed a desire to find a husband. Internal matches have failed, and she has put out an international invite to any suitors interested to attend a formal party.

Countess Lafiël:

http://lafiel.b2.st/lafiel03.png

I feel sorry for you geeksthat was pretty damn cold there dude.

As the Elves of Cyberutopia have existed among us longer, they have further integrated themselves and their culture into Cyberutopia. As of late, they have formed their own heirarchy. One of the Cyberutopian Elven Countesses has recently expressed a desire to find a husband. Internal matches have failed, and she has put out an international invite to any suitors interested to attend a formal party.

Countess Lafiël:

http://lafiel.b2.st/lafiel03.png

I feel sorry for you geeks
Do us all a favor and don't com back AirJet. If you want to do the boards a favor don't ever post.

As the Elves of Cyberutopia have existed among us longer, they have further integrated themselves and their culture into Cyberutopia. As of late, they have formed their own heirarchy. One of the Cyberutopian Elven Countesses has recently expressed a desire to find a husband. Internal matches have failed, and she has put out an international invite to any suitors interested to attend a formal party.

Countess Lafiël:

http://lafiel.b2.st/lafiel03.png

I feel sorry for you geeks
Do us all a favor and don't com back AirJet. If you want to do the boards a favor don't ever post.

You Tell 'em Bro!

The Duke of Centropolis, Cyrus, is unattached and prepared to visit the formal party.

As the official public relations servant of the royal house, may I ask when he should prepare to come and where?

http://medlem.spray.se/angeleyes/mixpix/duke_of_centropolis.gif

Edit: figured out the damn image..I hope

OOC: Yeah, I thought I forgot something...

IC:

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 115 pounds
Interests: Military tactics, flowers, history (especially artifacts), starships, and astronomy.
What She Looks For In A Guy: She values emotional strength significantly more over physical strength, and places high value in honor and decency. She has been raised in a noble family, and expects the same in her ideal suitor, though she acknowledges that the best men can be found from the humblest backgrounds.

OOC: Good?

OOC: Yeah, I thought I forgot something...

IC:

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 115 pounds
Interests: Military tactics, flowers, history (especially artifacts), starships, and astronomy.
What She Looks For In A Guy: She values emotional strength significantly more over physical strength, and places high value in honor and decency. She has been raised in a noble family, and expects the same in her ideal suitor, though she acknowledges that the best men can be found from the humblest backgrounds.

OOC: Good?

You would like Gaheris Galahad, about eigtheenth in the line of succession. He is just like her but both very smart and very strong and helpful. He scored the best on his East Point tests anyone has seen since Lord Sagramor, more 1.5 thousand years ago. Sagramor's score bested even my best Elven Lord Captains and Uther Pendragon. Sagramor's name is now retired.

http://macross.anime.ru/robotech/rick.jpg
Name: Adam "Zero" Ray aka Zero-020
Age:25
Race:Human+slight Vampire DNA

Need any more info?
Forgot the rest of his info.
Intrests:Piloting mechs, AIs, X-Games, Great Military Battles
Background:He comes from a military background. Drafteed into the SPARTAN program at age 6 he became the master of stealth and covert ops in the class. He later become the most inteligent Elite out of the 10. He later bought Vampire DNA and injected himself to enhance his ablitys

EDIT:Needed to fix stuff I forgot to add

Airjet, f--k off. Anyway...

The party will commence in 3 and 1/2 hours. Make your way to the Elven district (it is very easy to locate, the elves have decided to create their own district, you will notic a significant change in archtecture) and ask a nearby passerby for directions (they all know about it, it's a big thing) or follow the signs to the Ahb mansion, where the party will take place.

Airjet, f--k off. Anyway...

The party will commence in 3 and 1/2 hours. Make your way to the Elven district (it is very easy to locate, the elves have decided to create their own district, you will notic a significant change in archtecture) and ask a nearby passerby for directions (they all know about it, it's a big thing) or follow the signs to the Ahb mansion, where the party will take place.

"What the hell? 3 and a half hours!? How am I supposed to get halfway around the globe in that time?"

"Sire, I suggest you simply telegram that you can't attend the party. It's not like there isn't a lot of possible matches for such one as great as you."

"The hell with you, Pirmin, I've got an idea.."

3 hours later, the one and only Centropolis' prototype airship lands in Cyberutopia. A large limousine with a lot of men in black suits attending makes its way towards the elven district.

Oh, and the country of Cyberutopia would be glad to provide transportation to those who have less than really really fast planes.

OOC: I got to go for a little bit, feel free to arrive and mingle with your compitition.

"3 hours huh?" muttered the Praetor. "Samantha," he said in the intercom to his left, "I'm going out for the evening so you no the drill, no open flames in the study." A simple reply of "Okay Dad, love you" came over the intercom and The Praetor was on his way. He boarded the Auto-Jet outside the building and sped off towards the party.

Does this person go to your country ice versa or do they do the long distance relationship

The Crown prince Hugo Lee Jr. wished to attend the party.

Here is some Information about the Crown price.
Height 5' 11"
weight 165
Age 17
Blood line, His father High Lord Rushe Lee was human. His mother on the other hand was a High Elf.
Hobbies Flying any aircraft from WWII props to the Raven space fight, training in Judo and Boxing, and he furiously studies military history and tactics (and ancient history) wich he likes to use when he had seen combat. But when he is not busy with Military or goverment matters he likes to relax by sitting down and reading a good book.

"Looks like we got here first, Sire."

"Heh, yeah."

"Your brother isn't going to be happy about lending the airship for this purpose."

"Bah, screw my brother. Let's go find the countess. You got the presents I told you to get?"

"Of course, Sire."

"Okay, let's go... I read up on the country on the way here, but it didn't say much. The invitation didn't say much either. What have you told her, Pirmin?"

"Uh, nothing Sire. I assumed you wanted to meet her in person rather than me telling stories.."

"Hm. Sometimes you have good ideas, Primin. Not often, but it happens. I suppose that's why I haven't sacked you yet."

"Sire!"

"Heh heh heh, what's the matter, can't take a joke? Okay, are we there yet? This is the elven area.."

"We're following the GPS position of the Ahb mansion, Sire. We will get there in time, don't worry."

"Better be right Pirmin.."

Emperor Gorrm has all the qualities that appear to make him an ideal suitor, save one.

He is reptilian.

Inter-species relationships can be so uncomfortable.

http://home.earthlink.net/~peterpank/Gorrm.JPG

Adam dressedd in one of his nicer outfits (one with out blood on it) pulls up in his Warthog LRV w/o the LAAG. "Wow nice place they got here. Wonder where I can park the'hog?" he says to himself

I encourage the Countess to look here.

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=67529&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0

Parthenon: The suitor would come to the Ahb mansion for the party, and the Countess and her fiance would decide together if they wanted to live in Cyberutopia, or the suitor's country, or a totally different country.

Western Might: Please, send the crown prince.

Sakkra: Well, do you want to attend?

Phalanix: An attractive elven mistress steps out of the front double doors at the sound of the Warthog. Noticing he must be here for the party, she steps foward to his LRV.

"Hello, sir, I assume you are here for the party. You can go through these large doors here, and take a left, a left, and go straight ahead. I will dispatch an elfservant to park your vehicle." The maid says, motioning toward the grand intricately carved doors.

Personal Message to Emperor Roland from the Countess: It appears you are already well into your search. I will not interrupt your choice. I wish you good luck in your search for love. :)

[I suppose that means I'm ignored.. oh well]

"Come along Pirmin"

"Sir! please wait for your guards..."

But Cyrus had already left the Concordia 2000 limousine. Pirmin jogged after in an attempt to keep up with the Duke, causing his rather obese figure to wobble.

The Duke reached the mansion first. Pirmin began to recite the regalia while panting loudly after the short but quick sprint.

"His Royal Highness.. pant, pant, the Grand Duke, Cyrus the first.. pant, pant.. is here."

Pirmin collapsed into a heap of panting flesh on the great stairs to the mansion.

"You have absolutely no physical strenght, Pirmin. Oh well, let's go inside.."

http://medlem.spray.se/angeleyes/mixpix/duke_of_centropolis.gif

"Are you dead set on a husband? I mean, maybe you should get a dog instead."

- James Weston, Attorney General and Secretary of Irony

Oh, so very sorry, I didn't see your post! Well, I did, but I forgot about it...anyway...

IC:

An elven maid approaches the pair.

"Hello sirs, the countess' party is this way." She gestured for them to follow.

As she got out of earshot of Pirmin as he tried to regain his breath, she whispered to Cyrus with a giggle, "I certainly hope your large friend back there isn't hoping to be the Countess' suitor."

"Are you dead set on a husband? I mean, maybe you should get a dog instead."

- James Weston, Attorney General and Secretary of Irony

Hahahaha, that's good. You'll all see the story behind it all, when this gets off the ground. And someone interests the Countess enough, of course.

[Oh no prob, yw]

"Heh. Just imagine to watch them both on the dancefloor", Cyrus said to the cute maid without bothering to lower his voice. He laughed heartily at his own joke and smiled at her as she lead them further into the mansion.

"I suppose we're all rounded up like cattle before we get to see the mistress, or..?"

Cyrus stopped and turned back to his official and friend before the maid could answer.

"Pirmin! You better have the presents with you, hurry up a little. Oh nevermind, I see the guards brought it."

Turning back to the maid, he looked around with some interest while they continued to walk.

"I've never seen an elven mansion before. We don't have them in my country.."

http://medlem.spray.se/angeleyes/mixpix/duke_of_centropolis.gif

Giggling further, the maid answers Cyrus' question. "Well, if you want to put it that way, yes. It is an elven custom, and I have heard that formal human circles also practice that custom, though I understand it is quite an old one. It is with us too, but the Countess has expressed her distaste with this practice and...oh, exusce me, I must certainly be talking to much."

She then goes on more timidly, realizing her mistake, "Oh, your country does not have elves? Well, yes, most are very appreciative of our architecture. I hope you will be, as well."

The group of guards and Cyrus are lead through a number of meandering hallways and chambers, the "scenic route". Finally, they arrive at a large, pristine ivory-colored banqueting hall.

"Here we are. Enjoy your stay, sir." The young elven girl pronounces with a curtsey and turns away, to lead more guests to the hall.

"yeah it is", muttered Cyrus under his breath. It was true, the building was magnificent. Much more.. sleek and gracious than his own pompous ducal palace. Somehow it gave him an unearthly feeling while he waited.

"Lots of plants in here.. let's check out the competition..", he muttered to Pirmin, who had finally caught up with him as they weren't walking any further.

OOC: Right now it's just you and lots of elves. No other real players yet, as I obviously don't aim to marry an NPC (I guess you could call them). Well, feel free to strike up a conversation with some random person while we wait for the others.

Does the character have to be an elf, if so or not i have 2 characters that mgiht fit the bill, and both of them are being rped in the fusion topic right now

No, no elf blood required.

OOC: Sleep beckons, but I'll be on in the morning. See you all then!

Seeing that no other suitor had arrived yet (thanks to that damned airship of his brother's, thought Cyrus) he looked around. The building was impressive, yes, but that was not what was on his mind. Finally his searching eyes rested on a tall, striking elven lady in a sleek white-bluish dress, looking almost like falling water over her body, with jewelry that looked like silver-filigree of astonishing workmanship.

"Pardon me, m'lady. I'm Duke Cyrus. I take it from your clothes that you are a guest in this house? Yes? Ah, good. If it wouldn't be too forward, I thought maybe you could tell me a little while we're waiting.. about the elves here, yourself, this mansion, and of course, the countess, assuming you know her?"

[g'night, I'll be off myself soon]

Emperor Gorrm receives the reply to his communique to Cyberutopia. Attend anyway? Should I? The affairs of state are not terribly pressing right now, and my Ministers have done a good job before I ascended the throne....Very well. I could use a small vacation anyway.

"Advisor Bosska, please enter my chambers." A short time later, the solemn figure of the head of the Sakkran Diplomatic Corps, and the Emperor's Ear, arrives. "Yes, my liege?"

A dismissive wave of a clawed hand. "Oh don't give me any of that 'My Liege' stuff. You have taught me the fine-points of diplomacy since I was a neonate. Now drop the ceremony and be at ease."

"Certainly." Bosska sits in a chair and draws a hot goblet of Paroo. "What's on your mind Gorrm?"

"I am taking a short leave to continue my studies of the habits and customs of the mammals. This will take me to Cyberutopia this time, to see their courtship rituals. I require my personal Sweeper Drone to be readied, and my bags packed. Until I return, I leave you and the Diplomatic Corps in charge of the affairs of state. My hatch-mate Thress will accompany me as guard. Do you have any questions, or requests?"

"Only one. That you take a holo-corder with you. This information could prove useful to the Corps, and an opportunity as this should not be wasted. I'll have everything in readiness within the hour. By your leave?"

Gorrm nods his assent, and prepares himself.
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OOC: Just so you know, the average Sakkran stands at about 7'4" and weighs in at 350 lbs. Gorrm is 7'8", 400 lbs. The earliest of his lineage were fishers and architects. His great-great-great forebear was the legendary Gorrm, of his namesake, who was a border patrolman that rose in the military ranks to become Warlord General. A civil war erupted, and the Warlord General gathered his men in defense of the present Emperor. The war was long and vicious, but victory was attained at last. Unfortunately, the Emperor was slain, and had no heirs. The people proclaimed the Warlord General as the best choice to lead the Empire. And the family line has been on the throne since.

We await the arrival of Gorrm eagerly (don't think your the only one interested in observing, there are a few elves who have wanted to see a Sakkran for some time now.:D)

The blue-white clad elf looked Cyrus once over and gave him a smile. "Well, welcome, Duke Cyrus. Yes, I would be glad to tell you some of our history. The ancestors of the elves you see here today came here from a time of intense racism against elves. Cyberutopia was and always is open to all refugees, and they took the elves in. After many years, the elves established themselves, and eventually, their own heirarchy.This family, the Ahb family, itself is rather young. They are some of the most radical elves, by our standards. They fully accept humans and half-elves as their equals, and are doing away with many of our oldest court traditions. The newest addition to the Ahb family, the reason you're here, is even more radical. She has been known to conduct parties such as this in a totally causal manner. However, many of the older, more traditional elf families are irritated by this. They feel we should embrace our past, instead of the future. The Countess says they are trapped in an obsolete time. As for knowing the Countess personally, I apologize, but I do not. I suppose one of her personal maids would know her well. History aside, it's great to have you here, Duke. Enjoy your stay, I know I will."

The Emperor's Sweeper Drone arrives at Cyberutopian airspace, and requests landing procedures. The voice is slightly tinny, sounding a bit like an automated telephone answering service.

http://home.earthlink.net/~peterpank/SweeperB.JPG

This is Sakkran Sweeper 3025A, designate Albatross, requesting landing instructions. Bearing Emperor Gorrm and Commander Thress. Please respond.

Three old prop planes near Cyberutopian air space.

Cyberutopia Air control this is WM flight 249 Requesting permission to enter your airspace."

Phalanix: An attractive elven mistress steps out of the front double doors at the sound of the Warthog. Noticing he must be here for the party, she steps foward to his LRV.

"Hello, sir, I assume you are here for the party. You can go through these large doors here, and take a left, a left, and go straight ahead. I will dispatch an elfservant to park your vehicle." The maid says, motioning toward the grand intricately carved doors.
"Allright thank you," Adam says as he steps out and walks towards the doors

Phalanix: Another maid is dispatched to guide Adam to the banqueting hall. He arrives in the large plush ivory colored hall after a long meandering tour. He can see Cyrus conversing with an striking elven guest, and there are about 30 other people milling about, awaiting the arrival of the Countess.

Sakkra: Sakkran Sweeper 3025A, power down all offensive systems, and proceed to Runway 56c1. Enjoy your stay.

Western Might: WM Flight 249, power down all offensive systems and proceed to Runway 56c2. Enjoy your stay.

OOC: Yeah, I did arrange it so you two would get a look at each other. :wink:

Adam looks around the hall and thinks Damn now this is nice.

A tall, very well built elf approaches Adam. As he draws up to his full height, large muscles ripple trhough his ornate clothing.

"Are you here to court the Countess as well, human?" He asks with a sneer.

OOC: Bump.

Cyberutopia air control could hear laughing over the radio.

"Roger that Cyberutopia. Though I;ll keep my finger far from the fire swich on the joystick"

The F 6 Bearcat then shot forward while the two F 7 Tigercats turned around and headed for home. The little fighter gained speed as the pilot gave it full power. it took 57 minutes for the fighter to get at the airport. Were he slowed down and came in for a landing.
Once the pilot had pulled the plane off the runway and brought her to a stop the opened the canopy and got out

"Man 485 mph best speed I ever got in her." he said to no one in particular. he looked around Now which way to the party?"

Don't worry, there's hardly anyway to get lost in Cyberutopia. Sure, the entire island is covered in cities, but hey, that shows you how great our infrastructure is. Merely follow the signs, and you'll come upon the elven district. You can't miss it.

A tall, very well built elf approaches Adam. As he draws up to his full height, large muscles ripple trhough his ornate clothing.

"Are you here to court the Countess as well, human?" He asks with a sneer.
"Just great someone else stands in my way," Adam says smirking.

edit overpost

The pilot took off his jump suit to reveal a still pressed tux. he set the jump suit in the plane took close dthe canopy and closed it. He the started walking. Though the air port turminal and once outside agian calld a cab.

"You know were the elf district is?" he asked the driver.

He nodded and preceded to go.

The cab cruised through the wide streets, and buildings towered above. Soon, however, the buildings became more ornate, and shorter. Beautiful foilage lined the streets. The cab stopped, and the door opened.

"Here you are, sir, the elven district. Have a good time. That will be 24.69cr."

"Er.. now were did I put that.. ah got it." The crown price count out 24.69cr giving him a 100cr tip. He then got out of the cab and began walking following the sing as he went. He asked kindly for direction to make sure he was heading the right way. He was. And half a hour later he was standing in front of the house where the party was to take place.

A radiant elven maid steps out to greet the guest.

"Hello, sir. You are here for the Countess' party? Follow me, please."

The maid lead the prince though the same route as the others, arriving in the large ivory hall. He can see the only other two humans there Adam and Cyrus, and numerous elves standing about.

"Enjoy your stay, kind sir." The maid says and turns away.

Adam looks at the 2 other humans and rolls his eyes and laughs.

((Must burn school down. I'm off because of school. DAMN THE CREATOR OF SCHOOL TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL))

Could i possibly enter soemthing

OOC: Lol. Ok, the other two can beat you senseless because you laughed at them while you're gone, heh. And yes, Ardor, for the third time, yes you can join. But make it fast. As soon as Gorrm gets here, we're starting, because it seems New Russia isn't posting.

OOC: Lol. Ok, the other two can beat you senseless because you laughed at them while you're gone, heh. And yes, Ardor, for the third time, yes you can join. But make it fast. As soon as Gorrm gets here, we're starting, because it seems New Russia isn't posting.

Never mind, i posted in the wrong thread

OOC: Facepalm.

*Wow* he thought to himself *Do I feel out of place here*. But he shruggs the thought off and begins to mingle.

http://lafiel.b2.st/lafiel03.png
OOC: You a Crest of the Stars fan?

OOC: Of course I am. :D

OOC: am i a little late here??

Far too late. I'm not waiting for anyone aside from those who are already in.

Lol, sure, i'll just watch watz happening

Should we wait for Gorrm? I'm sorry Sakkra, but it's pretty definite you wouldn't win the Countess' heart. Though you can always try...and it would be really fun, too. :D

OOC: Damn boggy forums. It takes an hour to post something some times.

IC: As the Albatross makes its VTOL landing, the belly hatch opens, and the figures of Emperor Gorrm and Commander Thress appear. The landing is completed. and the pair look about for the conveyance that would take them to their destination.

A special car had been sent to the landing zone of the Emperor Gorrm. A tall majestic looking elf stepped out.

"After you, sirs." He said, motioning for them to enter the car.

Thress expands her dewlap a bit, showing purple. "It is sirrah in my case." They enter the vehicle and proceed to their destination.

Cyrus thanked the tall elf for her forthcoming, and decided he could just watch for a while. It didn't take very long for other guests to begin to arrive, most likely because the part was about to start..

"Well.. aren't there some interesting people here."

"Sire, perhaps it would be a good idea to find a maid like the elf lady said. We should also promote what you have to offer, if you are really serious about this. Centropolis is the envy of the world, and you are quite a catch, if I may say so, Sire."

Drand Duke Cyrus I looked a a bit melancholic and didn't answer his friend at once.

"I don't know, Pirmin. I've only seen the Countess picture and the brief introduction that came with the invitation. But when I looked at her picture, I felt something that.."

"Yes, your highness?"

"Nevermind. Go find one of the maids", the Duke cut off rather sharply.

It was an easy task. The maids were easy to distinguish from the guests, and they were very helpful as well. Pirmin soon came back with some hors'deuvres and a maid.

"Can I help you?", she asked.

"I hope so. I'd like to know a little about the Countess. I don't know much about elves, and I had precious little time to select any presents before coming here. I know there's three timeless things you can give a lady, though. Flowers, candy and jewels.

Now, like I said I don't know much about elves, but I'd figure that picked and uprooted flowers might not be the best choice. Then there's snack.."

Cyrus cut off for a moment, giving Pirmin a sharp glance. His friend had already finished off the snack he had picked up in record time, and was now licking his fingers.

"I'd wager that chocolate wouldn't be a problem for an elf, especially one with the countess' figure, but you never know. It's popular with many a lady, but in the end, I decided to put the safe before the risk. So I went with jewelry. But, elves are supposed to be the best in the world at such handicraft, so I'm a little stumped here.. maybe you can help me out a bit?"

The maid thought for a bit.

"Hmm...well, I believe that the description said she also enjoys ancient artifacts and astronomy, but you can't really make gifts of those. She really likes flowers, if you have any of those, but it doesn't appear so. It doesn't really matter what gifts you give her, the Countess, unlike most other nobles, as I'm sure you've heard, is a bit radical. Other nobles are easily inlfuenced by gifts and such, but the Countess takes it as a sign of weakness, as if you are trying to cover up for something. As for jewlelry, she would take it, and perhaps wear it, as a sign of kindness. But your guess is right, elven jewlery is superior." She said, flashing a smile.

OOC: I'll continue the converstion later. Off to school.

As the Emperor and Thress exit their vehicle, Gorrm takes a moment to thank the driver, handing him a platinum chit. Thress is taking in the building, looking for places snipers and other assassins can hide.

"Oh, come now. You don't have to always be 'on the job'. Take a moment to relax and breathe in the air. It is a bit drier and crisper than the Black Swamp, but pleasant nonetheless." Gorrm ascends the stairs and enters the building, with Thress 1 step behind harrumphing all the way.

You could always marry the Foriegn Minister, Propaganda Minister and Highest Adviser to the Lord Saruman, his name being Grima Wormtongue.
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid77/pdc46f5c6cb25357763e8e98409595d5f/fb2f7e31.jpg
Just a thought!
Thus has spoken the voice of Saruman

http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid77/p593ae7137fdb041211122c643da350a8/fb3439f8.jpg

Saruman the White
Lord and Keeper of the Tower of Orthanc and the Ring of Isengard


The Dark Fiefdom of Lord Saruman the White (http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/page=display_nation/nation=Lord%20Saruman%20the%20White)

"Okay, thanks. I think I've got an idea now.."

Cryus smiled mischeviously, as if he had come up with something different and not entirely proper.

"Sire, what are you thinking?", asked Primin concerned.

"None of your business, Primin, but I think I've got a great idea.. if I only get to talk to her on a one-on-one.. don't worry, I don't think it'll efffct foreign politics badly", said Cyrus and smiled again, almost devilishly.

Primin knew that smile. It usually meant Cyrus had come up with something that would piss off his brother.

"Holy crap, look at that guy.."

Primin looked.

"Oh that should be Emperor Gorrm."

"Like I said, there's some interesting people around here.. maybe I'll talk to him later, just for the fun of it.."

Duke Cyrus looked at the maid again.

"Thanks, you've been most helpful. Is there anything else going on I should know about?"

The maid continued. "You're welcome, sir. No, other than a few minor parties by some other families, no other major events are happening today. Oh, the last guest has arrived! I must go now. Nice talking to you, sir."

The maid walked quickly up a large nearby flight of stairs.

In the Countess' chambers...

Countess Lafiël sighed and relaxed further into the warm water. She ducked her head under, and raised herself from the bath. Her maids had told her all the guests were here. They were not great in number, but high in quality, just the way the Countess liked it. Too bad she would have to put up with the other elves who had been courting her for so long, as well. She sighed again, and walked to her wardrobe. She fingered the various fine clothes, and one caught her eye. A blood red short sleeved gown of pure silver intwined with silk. It shimmered like a galaxy of stars when it moved. Lafiël donned the gown and stepped out of her room. She breathed in the warm fresh air provided by the hall's airy structure and may open windows. She smoothed her dress one last time and began to decend the stairs, looking out upon her suitors and guests. The usual crowd of elves who had been after her hand in marriage for a while now, a group of humans who didn't seem too daunted by the competitive spirit of the elves, and a towering reptillian beast that one could see significant grace and handsomeness through his fearsome looks. The countess smiled softly, and was followed by her advisor (basically someone who knows everyone there) and a few maids. She greeted some of the elves, and then came upon the Prince Cyrus. She presented her hand, and smiled

"Hello, Prince Cyrus. It is a pleasure to have you here. I look foward to getting to know you much better." Then she added in a whisper and a tiny sigh, "I'm sorry for the sterility of my greetings. I am very interested in having humans here, but my parents...aren't as...casual as I. They...persuaded me to open up with a very formal greeting. We will have much to talk about, I hope?"

Gorrm perks up on seeing the Countess enter. "Ah, that must be the one that all these mammals are courting today? This should be fascinating! Thress, is the gift for the Countess still in your possesion?"

Thress is still sizing up everyone in the room, and their guards. "Yes Gorrm." She hands over a wrapped package. It is about 1 meter in length and 1 foot in width and depth.

Gorrm takes the wrapped bundle, and looks around. "I should find out where to put this. It would be poor form to let it get damaged."

OOC: Bump, waiting for Centropolis.

The Countess went on to the next guest, the tall reptillian.

"Emperor Gorrm, it is truely a pleasure to have one of your kind in the court, and even moreso the leader of your kind. I expect to learn much from you." Lafiël said with a sweet smile. Then she noticed the present carried by Thress was holding. She nodded to one of her maids, and the elven girl swiftly took the present from her.

"Thank you, I will open it later. But for the moment , I must greet the rest of the guests."

Gormm bows slightly, with a flick of his tail thrown in for embellishment. "As it should be, Lady. No guest likes to feel slighted. I will amuse myself watching the others prance around like show horses."

He bends down low, and cocks his head, looking with one eye. "As an aside, would you happen to have any good, strong wine in the vicinity?"

I guest i'm late huh?oh well,I'll give you the charateristics of my son anyways.

Name:Takyua Titus
Origin:Roccorian/Jutan
Age:22
Relations:My nephew and adopted son
Look:Dark Raven hair,blue eyes,cocky grin,puppy dog face
Character and Story:Not really my son,but my brothers.He is not of noble birth though and was the son of a pirate who is my brother,"Red Leg"Siff.His father's real name is Che Titus but changed his last name to Siff.He got the nickname"Red Leg",because when he kicked his enemies,his leg would be covered in their blood.

His mother was an Inn keepers daugther named,Saya who Siff fell in love with at first sight,she was a beautiful woman who had many men hitting on her,but she was saving herself for someone special and she found it in him.He visited the Inn when ever he could when he the time and one night they made love and made a child which was him.He knew that if the Inn keeper found out that his daugther was bearing a child with of a pirate with her he would disown her,so Siff took her one night to an island which he controlled.She gave birth to Takuya in somewhere around 4:00 in the morning.

Saya died giving birth Takuya and Siff was crushed,but he knew that he still had Takuya and he didn't want to lose him.So one day he took Takuya to me asked me to take care of him.My first reaction was no,but when I saw the desperasion in his eyes I accepted,weeks later I found out that Siff was killed in a set up by the government.

He grew up to be a fine boy,he had his fathers strong will,stubborness,and his fathers powerful legs,but he also had his mothers beauty and compassion.

He's an adventurer and a hooligan just like his father,but very loyal and rightous just like I raised him.I was hoping that someone would be able to stand is attitude,marry him,and subdue his wild spirit.I guest I just came to late.

I wouldn't be suprised if you didn't accept him but oh well I tried.

Adam walked around the place just thinking Wow. Nice place. Beats a pelican any day.

[grrr.. damn. I may have problems to be on at the same time as you]

Her dress was spectacular and the delay before her appearance had served her well. Expectations had rised among the crowd for every minute they had to wait, and to his own surprise, Cyrus found that he wasn't unaffected to it when he actually met the slender, magnificient elven lady. I feel like a schoolboy again. Heart thumping and all.

Cyrus eyes were following the Countess after their short meeting, where he had only time to answer her greeting in a low, soft voice as he bowed before her and gently lifted her slender hand to his lips, "I surely hope so. There are so many things I wish to talk with you about.. milady."

Now he waited patiently while she greeted Emperor Gorrm (an obviously very interesting person, and one Cyrus wouldn't mind to talk with later) and the other guests, hoping that he would soon have some time alone with Lafiël. But for the moment, it would be rude to intrerrupt the rest of the greeting.

Adam now leaning against a wall and thinking of his family and hoping atleat some are alive.

[OOC] Someone is a fan of Crest of Stars. I would suggest Prince Jinto of Rock hide something something etc............sorry, couldn't resist. Carry on.

OOC: Haha, that'd be funny. Centropolis, what time zone are you in? I'm in Pacific.

IC:

The Countess grinned wider at Gorrm.

"Well...enjoy the "show". As for a strong wine..." The Countess nodded to another maid, and the maid produced a slender bottle of wine.

"Be careful, it has quite a kick."

OOC: *sigh* I have to go to school again. I will continue later.

BUMP to clear off time-stasis fugue.

The Countess moved toward Adam. She smiled warmly at him.

"Greetings Adam, it is a pleasure to have you here. I'm sure I will enjoy your presence. Perhaps you can tell me more of yourself later."

OOC: Is that everyone?

"It is a honor to be here away from the carnage in my home," Adam says.

"I still whis I knew what was going on anymore," Adam says under his breath

"Carnage?" Lafiël asks.

"10 million dead or dieing," Adam replys "A rebelion that started attacking and eventualy took over nuke silos but the nukes went off in the silos. One city is nothing but a smoking radioactive creater. Most of my family is dead. I don't know about the rest."

"10 million...I'm so sorry to hear that. Is there anything I or this country can do for you?"

"No the war ended last night with a 7 nuke finish. About 100 million were evacutaed to space. 1% is staying behind to rebuild," Adam say "I'm part of that 1%."

"I see...that's horrible. Why did the revolution start?"

"I see...that's horrible. Why did the revolution start?"

"About 100 years ago the government was crull and just plain old fashion crapy. A group over through them and took over. The rebels are the remaining members of the government," Adam says sighing "They think my family was killed in the 1st nuke."

The Countess turns slightly away, tears glistening in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, that kind of thing just upsets me. A story like that just brings up a lot of memories in me."

"I've known pain for 3 years now. I've been giving it out and not having any returned until now," Adam says as he sighs

The Countess moved toward Adam. She smiled warmly at him.

"Greetings Adam, it is a pleasure to have you here. I'm sure I will enjoy your presence. Perhaps you can tell me more of yourself later."

OOC: Is that everyone?

ooc:nopre you might me forgetting me.

OOC: Um, I can't see the post for this page. Can someone T-gram them to me?

OOC: Odd...there aren't any other posts here, but it existed before. Forget I ever posted this, lol. WM, I'll get to you in a sec, hope you don't mind.

IC:

"You've never had any sympathy other than my own?" Lafiël asked Adam sadly.

"It's true. I'm a Elite," Adam says "The first batch of Phalanix Spartans."

"Oh. I'm a bit confused. Would you mind explaining what a Phalanix Spartan is?"

OOC: Yeah, I thought I forgot something...

IC:

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 115 pounds
Interests: Military tactics, flowers, history (especially artifacts), starships, and astronomy.
What She Looks For In A Guy: She values emotional strength significantly more over physical strength, and places high value in honor and decency. She has been raised in a noble family, and expects the same in her ideal suitor, though she acknowledges that the best men can be found from the humblest backgrounds.

OOC: Good?

I'm single. ;)

Just some questions:
Would she be willing to raise her children Catholic?
What about contraceptives? I'm opposed to them (but not NFP)

I hope to attend the party.

God bless,

Benedict Michael Sukothai
President and First Consul of the Republic of Syskeyia

"Super soldiers. Children taken at age 6 and are tought math history military tactics and then at age 14 are geneticly augmented. At age 16 they are Spartans," Adam says "The first batch wasn't the best in the training to forget most emotions."

Syskeyia: We would be honored to have you attend the party. You'd probably have to talk to the Countess about your questions personally, however.

OOC: About the Catholic raising thing, she'd be fine with it, so long as they are taught about the elven religion as well. About contaceptives, I didn't think about that. I suppose that being an elf, she would be at least slightly opposed to them, as elves don't like to put unnatural drugs and such in themsleves.

IC:

"I see. Soldier without emotions...it's things like those that make me wonder what the world has come to. I don't understand how the people who do things like that sleep at night." The Countess cast her eyes downwards. "I apologize, this is probably a tough subject for you."

"No this is the easy part. This is the hard part. Originaly there were 500. 120 died in the augmentaions and all but 8 died in a massive battle," Adam says

"Oh." Lafiël looked away again. "I'm sorry. I have a story like yours, too. But I won't lay it upon you. You already have too much sadness."

"Now sadly the remaining 8 went down to 7 but we were lucky for a cryo tube that saved her life. Now there are 9 Elites," Adam says "Sadly most of us have been alone for all our lives."

She smiled again, trying to cheer him up.

"Well, I'm sure you'll find someone, be it me or another woman."

[GMT+1. Still waiting for my turn]

"Lets hope so," Adam said with a smalll smile across his face

Hugo looked as if he was enjoying the party. He was talking to some of the other guests told a few polit jokes now and then, so all and all he wqas being a fine guess.

OOC: Ah, we are pretty far apart, eh, Centropolis. Just as soon as I greet WM's guy, I'll get to you.

IC:

The Countess performs a small curtsey to Adam.

"It was a pleasure talking to you, but I must go meet the others. Make yourself at home."

She walks gracefully over to Hugo. And presents her hand.

"Prince Hugo, it is fantastic to have you here. We have a very diverse crowd, with you being a half-elf, correct? I hope to get to know you well. I'm sure that someone with your heritage must have problems with others once in a while. Oh, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I believe that Cyrus is beckoning me over to him. We will be able to talk later. Please make yourself comfortable."

Lafiël maintains a slow walk over to Cyrus.

"Yes, Cyrus, is there something you need?" She asks politely.

Adam starts leaning against the wall abit and losens his shirt and sighs

Hugo bows as the countess leaves. He then turnes his attention elsewere. He finds a area near the east wall that seems to be less corowed and make his way over there. The prince waits patiently. After a second he seems to remenber somthing and take a small silver pad that has a small screen on it. He turned it on and read the information that appered. He muttered a few words about missing the fight to reppeal some invaders but then turns off the device then places it back in his inside coat pocket.

[yeah, I tend to be far away from everything]

"My dear countess, I was so taken by your presence that I totally neglected to invite you to my airship. I understand you have an interest in spaceships? I also forgot this (http://medlem.spray.se/angeleyes/mixpix/brooch.jpg), a small thanks of my appreciation for being invited here. Now, I understand that you have a refreshingly different view of presents that can be interpreted as a an incentive for an exchange of favours, but I assure you, nothing can be further from my mind. I humbly ask you to accept this tiny token of my..

"affection."

There. He had said it.. strangely enough, the powerful ruler of Centropolis, the ultimate decider of the lives of more than 850 million people, felt in this moment very much like a schoolboy asking for a prom date, terrified of rejection. It was a very different feeling, but an oddly exilarating one. He was holding the gift in his left, open hand as he looked Lafiël deeply in the eyes, subconsciously hoping for a connection on a deeper level.

Adam takes out a black mettal rod from one of his coat pockets and started spining it around his hand.

The Countess smiles and looks into his eyes. She sees a lot of things there, including fear, but mostly love.

'He actually loves...me.' She thought.

"My dear Cyrus," She says, flushing a bit pink and starting much the same way as Cyrus did, for pure lack of words. "I accept your gift, it is quite beautiful, and I appreciate your understanding of my ususal view on gifts. Yes, I do have a passion for spaceships, and I would love to see your airship. Please lead the way."

Lafiël slips her arm into the crook of Cyrus' arm. She smiles up into his eyes, trying to hide her shock, but for the most part failing.

Cyrus was quite taken by surprise. He hadn't imagined she would want to go at once - at most he had hoped that she would courtesly agree. He was also bewildered; did he see what he thought he saw in her eyes, or was he merely deluding himself into seeing what he wanted to see? He couldn't quite understand his own reactions either, but he knew since the moment he had seen her picture that he had to meet her in person. To actually do so was.. he couldn't even describe it, his mind was full of thoughts and his body full of feelings.

He tried to hide his racing thoughts while smiling back at her; it was a delight to have the delicate, slender arm of the eleven beatuy in his own, and he put his hand on her arm for just a moment.

"Countess.. Lafiël, I will be delighted to show you", he managed to get out, mostly thanks to his extensive experience from politics and his upbringing, but it still felt like a novely; he had said her name as if on a first person basis, for the first time. For a moment, he was wondering about the other guests, but if she was willing to leave for a while, he was not going to argue.

"I am no scientist, but I can tell you a bit of the technicalities", he began, both trying to entertain her as well as avoiding a silence that would most likely be awkward. "It has something called gravity-wave propulsion. We call them airships, but it could just as well travel underwater or in space. This one is a prototype, the first full-scale ship we have of this type."

Meanwhile, Pirmin was racing ahead of them to prepare the limousine, causing his heavy body to seemingly pulsate in all directions as he huffed away, still trying to catch something to eat in the process. Totally pointless too, since the elven maids were already calling the limo to the entrance.

OOC: "Eleven" beauty, heh.

IC:

Lafiël walked along with Cyrus, still a bit taken by suprise at her own eagerness to leave the party behind. As the pair stepped outside, she took in the cool crsipness of the air, a quailty many other countries of Cyberutopia's size would surely be lacking.

"Gravity-wave propulsion." She said slowly, as if trying to dissect it. "That's a new idea to me. Do you know how it works, or just how to fly it?" She asked, allowing herself to grin at her own joke.

Adam decidedd that these fancy places wern't for him and started walking to the exit to sit away from the others. He quickly walked out to the front stairs and sat down and just lowered his head into his hands and a single trea came down his cheek

Gorrm starts sniffing the air. His nostrils inhale, and slowly exhale. "Thress, can you smell it?"

"I can. It is a release of mammal pheromones caused by emotional and/or psychological stimulus."

"That is what it may be in clinical terms, but I interpret it as despair. A human emotion exhibited when one does not attain their goal."

"Hmmm...odd. I am glad we do not exude pheremones in such a manner. It is too telling in some circumstances."

"Come. Let's find the source of this. My interest is piqued."

Adam had to fight the urge to punch the stair well. His family was dead his home was atomized he had no person left but his squad mates

[one of my funnier typos ;)]

Cyrus smiled back at her, she was even more beautiful as her face shone up by its own inner light of joy. They stepped into the limo, with Pirmin holding up the door for them. Well inside the spacious bulletproof Concordia limousine, he tried to explain further as they travelled to the airfield. It helped to clear his mind as well. After all, he didn't want to look either awkward nor needy.

"Well, I got it all explained to me and demonstrated, since the people wants answers and they like to hear it from me, but I can't say I really know the science behind it. It uses a previously unknown element to create a very powerful electrostatic field around itself, which effectively creates a 'hill' it rushes down, Sort of surfing on a wave. In theory, it could be amazingly manuverable and fast, but right now, it's either pretty fast or very maneuverable, but never at the same time. They're still working on that. I can rush it up to several machs and it can do about 550 Kph perfectly sustained. In theory, it could reach near lightspeed, but I hear it all depends on how much power you want to waste flying. Fortunately, we have fusion power for that, so I think it will get better."

The Countess sat down into the plush seats of the limousine and listened intently to the explanation.

"Hmm, that's very clever, but wouldn't the electrostatic field damage surrounding electronics? Or is that an electromagnetic field? Oh, dear, it appears I've made a fool of myself." She said, covering up her mouth in embarrasment.

Thankfully she noticed they had arrived at the airfield. But soon something dawned on her and her smiled faded a little, and she became consumed in her thoughts.

Adam quietly started walking to his warthog and grabed a pack out of it and starteed walking to the stairs again.

OOC: Oh, c'mon, someone stop him!

Gorrm and Thress appear at the top of the stairs that a human bearing a pack was ascending. Sub-sonic language passes between them.

This is the one. The source of the pheremones. Under distress? Over-excited?

Unkown. Urge caution. Mammals get unpredictable when under stress.

Noted.

Attempting to use his most benevolent tone possible, Gorrm addresses the man. "Ah, greetings. You seem troubled? I propose a drink and conversation to ease your mental burden a bit."

The prince had a urge to fly. He had worked out several manuvers he wan ted to try in the Bearcat. So he left a messege with one of the countesses maids that he would be at the airfeild for a few hours in case she returned back at the pparty before he did.
He now left the building a caught the taxi to get to the airport.

Once at he airport the price approced the aged Bear cat. She was over 190 years old. When he had found it is was a rusted out hulk. But now one could see the deadly beauty in it. Painted in a blueish grey with a white under belly. Its dimensions were the same as the original design except for the nose which had to be lengthen by 3 and a half more feet to accomidate the R-7700 GV 3600 horse power engine. He ran his hand the length of the wing for a plane its size it had packed a punch with its 4 20 mm cannons. But as he looked over his plane somthing caught his eye. He turned it was a ship on the runway. And amounst the civilian craft looked out of place as much as his bearcat did. Hugo never seeing a design quite like this desided to walk over to inspect it more closly.

OOC: Waiting for Centropolis.

[sorry, couldn't log in when I had time]

Cyrus, noticing that she withdrew, kept mostly quiet during the rest of the ride, only commenting on particularly magnificient scenery they passed as they raced along the road.

Maybe I overdid myself.

They reached the airfield, and shortly after the airship - it had a definite ufo-like quality to it, being discus shaped. A landing ramp was open, leading into the depths of the hull. While the driver opened the door, Cyrus got out and helped Lafiël out as well.

"Here we are. Perhaps a tour over your country would be an idea? You can show me the interesting places and I get to show off my grand piloting skills", he said with a smile, trying to cheer her up a little.

They walked aboard the ramp and Cyrus lead the way towards the bridge - it was a large, half-circle area with instruments and computer screens, but not as many as you would imagine. The bridge had large windows on it as well, though they were shaded from the outside.

"The lounge for passengers is more comfortable, but the view here is better", said Cyrus with a sweeping motion over area. "I am at your command, milady."

"Thank you for the opportunity to choose. I would prefer seeing the view. You can show me what a great pilot you are." She said with a smile.

As the prototype ship prepared to lift from the airfield, Lafiël paced the perimeter of the bridge, looking out the viewports detachedly. She finally made up her mind and spoke her thoughts to Cyrus.

"I'm sorry, Cyrus, but it was a real mistake to bring humans to this party. Perhaps you don't know that elves are seemingly immortal to humans. We live for milenia." She said sadly.

Cyrus did not reply at once. His face was calm but serious as he asked permission to take off. He eased the airship up from the airfield in a smooth motion until it hovered a thousand feet above the ground. He adjusted the gravity-wave until the airship began to "fall" forward as a slowly accelerating pace. Once a steady course was established, he left the controls to the pilot and moved over to Lafiël, peering out the window.

"I read up all I could about elves before going here, and on the way. I know you live long. I thought you had a different view than that of your kin", he said. "Humans may be short-lived in comparison, but we have a unique quality."

He took her hands into his, large by comparison, and looked her deeply in the eyes before speaking with emotion. "The choice is yours. Love must be strong to overcome strong differences. If this is a path you don't want to pursue, so be it. Feel no shame. You must be true to yourself.. and I wouldn't want to lead you to something you can't live with."

His face was still serious, and sad, but he kept himself together with the same amazing self-control he had learned was necessary to lead a nation. There was no doubt he felt strongly about her rejection, but he would never push it. He cared to much of her already to do that. Maybe she could find happiness with an elf lord.. and he would be sad, but he would cherish the memories and be glad for her sake.

The princed saw the countess and a guest from the part6y enter the ship. And now he watched it as it manivered. He would admit iit did very well for itself. But a good pilot in a raven fighter could knok it down. Suddenly a idea came to his head. He began to walk to the Bearcat.
Once there he open the canopy and doned the fight suit. He climed in now and closed the conapy. He them proceded to find the com channel to the airecraft.

"Sauser like craft this is the F-8 bearcat Ark Royal. I was woundering since you have the countess on board mind if we show her a bite of areobatics?"

Lafiël's eyes grew wet with tears. The Countess buried her head into Cyrus' shoulder, and she remained there for a moment, cherishing the fact it was there for her. But when she looked up at him, she was smiling, though tears still glistened on her cheeks.

"You really love me, don't you? That certainly says something. You're right, I shouldn't fall back into the steryotypes my peers have of humans. I don't know yet, but I think I love you, too. You're more honest than any elf lord I''l ever know." She said, holding his hands closer to her.

The captain of the airship replied to the Ark Royal, now flying ahead of the Glory of Centropolis. "Hold on a minute friend, the Countess and Duke Cyrus are.. a little busy at the moment."

Not a muscle in Cyrus' face moved, but slowly, it seemed that his expression changed from a sad one to a smile. It was if a light shone up in his eyes to revitalize him without anything else actually changing.

"I feel.. something", he said truthfully. "I don't know if it's love.. I've never really felt anything like this before. Since the first time I saw your eyes in the picture that was sent out.. they were.. sad. Alone. I know it sounds corny, but I felt like I could sense a deep pain engraved in your soul. And I wanted to make it better.."

He spoke in soft voice as he embraced her slender body. For a while, a minute or an eternity as if time didn't matter, they stood there silently.

"I was hoping that.."

"Yes?", she replied with a bit of eagerness in her voice.

He smiled.

"Maybe I was just too naive about this whole thing. When I came here, I just wanted to spend time with you, get to know you better, and see if we had something.. or find out if I was kidding myself. How about this? Let's not make a mountain out of a molehill. Let's just.. have some fun together, and maybe you will come to know what you feel.. I think I would.."

He gave a up a short laugh, immensely relived that she had changed her mind - it was his bottled up emotions that let themselves out.

"Come.. I'll show you how to fly the airship and we'll teach that pilot upstart a thing or two. This ship can travel in any direction", he smiled mischievously.

There was one other thing he had hidden in the back of his head since she had first rejected him, but not spoken of. He kept it to himself for now, but told himself that he would tell her that there might, just might, be a solution to the age problem. He didn't want to say it before, because he wanted to be accepted for what he was.. and because he didn't want to seem desperate, nor try to come in the way of her happiness by insisting. Later, he would tell her..

"Roger that" With that The prince increased the trottle 62% and he began rolling down the runway till he gain enogh sppen to pull up. He climed to 4200 feet and then leveled off making slow turns about the airport.
The price was soon ready and so was his aircraft. Fuel mixure was oppitmal, speed at 442mph and only with the throttle at 77%. Flaps were fully up engine temp was in the green along with the oil temp. His fuel was at 78 % and with no ammunition he would get better speed and manuvering.

"Nothing can easy my burden. My home is nothing now. My family are only names on a dead list and my life is hell," Adam says as he reaches around in the pack and pulls out a helmet and putts it on.

Lafiël grinned and almost fell into his embrace with a sigh of relief.

"I hope I come to discover what I feel. I don't know what it is yet, but there's certainly strong feelings between us. As for the sadness you mentioned...you detected it sooner than I thought you would. I never wanted to do this party in the first place. At first, I didn't even want to get married. My parents thought I would find a better suitor if I invited those from other countries. As you can guess, I was skeptical at first. I thought it would be a failure, like everything else my parents had tried. Everything I thought changed as soon as the first of the forgien guests arrived. But you're right again, we should enjoy ourselves. I'd love to learn to fly this thing."

Adam patches into the sat com link and sends a message saying he will drive back to a landing site later

The Countess released herself kindly from her embrace with Cyrus, and stepped over to the main control console. She inspected the various controls, facinated by the technology. As she looked over a monitor showing the integrity of the ship, she heard a distinct cocking noise, and the chill of a metal barrel against her head.

"Hmm, the long awaited rebellion. This is your idea of freedom? You pathetic scum." She said to the man behind her, struggling to contain her rage.

The man, dressed in a ensign's outfit, brang Lafiël in front of him and placed the revolver's barrel to her temple.

"Shut up, elf. You have no place in this country. We've lived with your kind and these obsolete restrictions on business long enough." He said, slapping her upside the head.

"I'm sorry Cyrus." she said with a sigh. "Look what I've gotten you into...I'm so sorry."

Angry tears welled up in her eyes.

"You'll all die." She hissed.

"But we'll do it with pride, and we'll take you with us!"

At the Ahb mansion

3 armored vans crash through the front gates of the mansion. Men pour out of the back, armed to the teeth with a wild array of weapons ranging from automatic rifles to swords. They charged into the mansion and easily overpowered the people and guards inside. Three of the men, two with pistols and one with and old rifle, met up with Adam and the Sakkrans.

"Get on the ground, now! Now! I said...now!" One of the men yelled at them, brandishing his weapon in their faces.

Several thoughts raced through Cyrus' head. He was shocked, but kept his mind crystal clear. In fact, his awareness seemed to increase beyond normal means as adrenaline rushed through his body. One thought was that security was lacking, the next considered the situation. Lafiël was probably safe. For the moment. The kidnappers must want her alive for now, or the man would have shot her already.

Who can I count on.. not Pirmin..

Sudden action was out of the question since it would put her at risk. Especially since he didn't know if there were more of them aboard. In the end he decided to play dumb. The attackers might just buy it and give him a chance to act.

Restrictions on business.. hired professionals or rebels?

"Who are you? How did you get aboard my airship? Take your hands off her, now!"

He tried his best to act offended aristocracy as he waved his fists in front of the man, rather than looking for a slip.

"Shut up!", said the man and turned his gun towards him.

This is my chance.

He couldn't wait, even if there probably were more of them aboard. Nor did his own safety matter to him now that he was given a chance. He acted with all the speed and precision he could muster, and silently sent thanks to his personal military instructor who had taught him how to act like a soldier.

He grabbed the gun and pushed it to the left, then hit the man right on the cheek with his right fist. The gun went off. They all three fell to the floor as he struggled with the attacker. The man tried to bring his weapon to bear on Cyrus, who still held it with his left hand, and slowly, slowly it began to point towards him. He forced the weapon down, and it disappeard between their bodies. Another shot went off, and they both relaxed and laid still on the floor while a pool of blood slowly began to spread beneath them.

Adam smiled evily and suddenly jumped in the air and pulled out his offcer's pistol and opened fire on the men around him. Adam than grabed his plamsa sword and the large bag and jumped into some bushes

"Centropolis aircraft Is anything wrong aboard? I am running low on fuel here maybe 41 minutes left before I need to land. So if the aireobatics is going to happpen then lets do it" Came The prices voice over the ship to ship radio. The price then moved the plane closer to the craft about now 1 mile away. "Please respond Centropolis aircraft"

As the man and Cyrus struggled, the Countess fell to the floor. At the sound of a gunshot, she lept into action, pulling the man off of Cyrus as blood pooled at her feet.

"Cyrus!." She screamed as she struggled with the rebel on top of him.

Looking at the man, Lafiel noticed a large gruesome hole in the man's chest. Tossing the corpse aside, she kneeled next to Cyrus.

"Cyrus...your suit is ruined. And you're hurt." She said, feeling a bump on his head.

The Countess rose, pointing towards the elven district.

"They'll be going after the people at the mansion, as well! We must help them!" She told the crew and Cyrus, handing the Magnum the rebel was carrying to him and producing a small PPK-style pistol from her sleeve.

*Subsonic rumblings*

My Emperor, these men don't seem to be asking nicely.

I think they will try to cause us damage.

Thress, you are trained well to act in these situations, and the Imperial Mantle will shield me from small arms fire. Go, and make your people proud.

As you wish.

With that, Gorrm dives to the side of the stairs, and rolls. Thress whips off her cloak, and proceeds to ... disappear (natural chameleon ability. Skeen are highly trained to hone it). She bears her claws and teeth, ready to tear into the man waving his weapon at her.

Adam emerges from the bushes in full Elite armor and activates his plasma sword and smiles evily

The prince was about to try agian when his som sytem began to ringHe presses the conect button" Crown Prince thank god you are in you airplane we need to get you out of there now."

"What! What are you talking about?"

Crown Price we have early report of terrorist attacking the guests adt the party And We need to.."

"Screw that get the Roughnecks down here now. We'll kill the terrorist by force."

"But Crown..."

"Do it now"

"Yes prince"

Prince Hugo then turned of the communicator. And picked up the mike agian. "Centropolis aircraft this is Bearcat Ark Royal. I have report of terrorists moving agianst the guest at the party. Is everything alright on board? "

Adam rushes into the main building looking like a war god striking fear into some people

:idea:

Sounds like a situation for Bob the builder to come to the rescue.

Can he fix it?

Yes he can!

((Don't spam buddy))

OOC: Too late to submit somebody?

OOC: Far to late, Merc.

IC:

The men gasp as on of their own goes down with a hole in his chest, and the large reptillian like creature dissapears before their eyes. They look at each other, and run towards the main building. They would surely die before such foes.

Back In The Main Hall

As Adam rushes in in full armor, he spots the two rebels from before. All of the men point their weapons at Adam and open fire.

"Die, elf lover!"

"My name is Zero bitch," Adam says as he dives to the ground and opens fire with his MA7B Assult rifle taking down both rebels in a 9 round burst

OOC: Ok, now my specialty kicks in, extreme violence. :twisted:

IC:

One of the men's head implode under the onslaught of bullets, and a fine crimson mist pours out of the hole in the back of his skull. The other man takes two shots in the chest and a third in the neck. He falls to the ground clutching the remains of his windpipe. Another man charges him with a katana, holding it high above his head.

On Cyrus' Ship

Lafiël offers a hand to Cyrus, who is still on the floor.

"It's up to you, it's you ship. Do you think we should get some support, or go the mansion alone?" She asks him.

((Now this should be good))
Zero grabs his combat knife and throws it at his new attacker's neck hoping for major carnage "And this is why I joined dthe Elites!"

The man catches the knife between his fingers, and a stream of blood runs down his palm. This rebel is better then those before him, and as he gets closer to Adam, he takes a wide horizontal swing.

OOC: Can plasma swords cut though steel?

<<edited for continuity>>

Thress, still keeping her chameleon up, begins advancing into the main hall area, to see what the scene looks like.

Gorrm, meanwhile, begins putting together the peices of a collapsable sledgehammer together.

OOC: Wait, where are you? If you haven't moved from where you were, there are no more enemies. The fight is now in the main hall. And Adam, might I suggest you watch out for the hostages?

((Yes plasma can cut through almost anything. And he will))
Zero quickly smiles and pulls his plasma sword and jumps back then up and rushes down at the rebel and activaves his armor's sheilds for safty.

The man quickly brings up his sword to block Adam's attack, but watches with dismay as the katana melts in half before him. He drops the ruined sword and pulls out a powerful revolver and puts in Adam's face. Just as he is about to pull the trigger, the other rebels decide they want credit for the kill and open fire on the two combatants. The swordsman gives a groan and falls to the floor as blood from several holes in his back leaks onto the finely polished floor.

Suddenly the cocky rebel is thanked with 15 pistols rounds to the chest and face area. Adam quickly facens down his armored helemt and visor and starts gathering up the hosages in a safer room.

Cyrus looked at Lafiël. The bump on his head didn't hurt as bad now, though he still had a splitting headache. He was glad to be alive - jumping an armed man like that was just plain silly, and he couldn't understand afterward why he had made such a desperate move. He didn't answer her in words, but his actions made his decision clear enough. He looked at the captain of the airship and gave his orders.

"Captain, take us back to the Ahb mansion at maximum speed. Tell the pilot of that F-8 what happened, and contact the Cyberutopia govern.. no, scratch that. Tell the police. They will react far quicker than the military, who will have to wait for the government to make a decision. Get my bodyguards here, arm everyone else aboard, and have the security guards check the ship."

For a moment, Cyrus whished that they had brought more firepower or guards with them, but he had left in a hurry, plus out of courtesy for Cyberutopia they didn't bring more than a minimal amount of security. Now it looked like an obvious mistake. He looked at her again.

"You shouldn't get involved, I can tell they want you badly. You should stay here, in relative safety."

But he already knew her answer. From her look and actions, he could easily tell that she intended to fight - and she was obviously no stranger to weapons. He unclipped his own magnum and checked the magazine just to make sure of what weapon he had and how many cartridges there were left. It was a monster of a handgun, a .50 desert eagle. No wonder the terrorist had a gaping hole in his chest. It had only five rounds left now, but the attacker probably had more clips on him.

At full speed, it only took a couple minutes to reach the mansion. Instead of flying back to the airfield, the airship was settling down on the huge lawn, the door opened and the landing ramp extended. Security guards in black suits and kevlar vests came out to make sure the area was safe before taking up guard close to the airship.

"Are you sure you want to do this?", said Cyrus to Lafiël.

The prince watch the craft fly off at great speed. Damn he thought why did he not take a Raven istead of this?

"Oh well thats why incases like this I equiped this baby with somthing special." he answered himself. He reached forward hittin a small blue button with his fowfinger. just then the propeller went flying off. But the airplane kept fling. All do to the Ion Engin instaled the the small craft. Not a big one but one large enough to move faster than the prop engin would.
The prince now increased the Ion engin to full power. Shoting off following the aircraft as best as he could Most likly head back to the party.

"Crown Prince Hugo this is the Roughneck drop ship 26 we are of your starboard and folowing you were do you want us?"

"All right, follow me" both fighter and landing ship went raceing off. Just as the aircraft was landing Hugo fighter and the drop ship began their desent The drop ship using its landing truster and the fighter Well it used its Ion engin of course. The doors of the dropship opened and 50 MI troopers came storming out make a security ring around the fighter.
Meanwhile Hugo had opened the canooked at the Major climing out.
Once on the ground Prince Hugo looked at the Major. "Major Eric good to see you agian" The prince paused to put on the helmet and light body armer offered to him then accepting the Assalt rifle.

"Price Hugo I don't think this is a good idea"

"Major did you forget I have seen combat? Hell I have been stranded behind enemy lines for over a week and in doing so caused great mayhem on their part.'

"And ours" muttered the Major

Yes my father and older brother were quite worried weren't they. Anyway Major form up 4 teams of 10 withthe other to guard the dropship and the fighter."

Yes Crown Prince" The major them began yelling orders to his men. Then team were forming quickly.

"Yes, I am sure I want to do this. If they want me badly, they're going to take a lot of casualties in the process. Besides, that'll cause a moment of hesitation if I come in with your men. And I'm not so sure I'd be safe on your ship anyway." She says in dead seriousness with not an emotion on her face.

Several CIDT (Cyberutopia's SWAT) vans screech around the corner and come to a stop before Cyrus' ship. Men in full body armor pour out of the back with a wide array of shotguns, assault carbines, and heavy pistols.

"Everyone!" She yells to the mass of men. "We need someone to create a diversion, so the rest of us can secure the mansion armory! Who's up for it?"

In The Mansion

One of the brighter rebels gets an idea, and picks up on of the elven maids from the floor and places a gun to her head.

"Nobody moves, or she gets to redecorate the wall with her head!" He yells to Adam.

"All right calm down," Adam says in a calming voice as he putts down his guns. "I'd make a better hostage than her," He says raising his hands in the air.

"Then let's do this", he replied, equally serious.

The police was really fast. Maybe the special teams are used to be called out.

Volunteers began to assemble around her, and while Lafiël - apparently a born leader - immediately began to organize them, he touched her shoulder.

I wonder what her status really is.

"Wait. Is there a way in from the roof?", he said, giving a slight nod toward the airship.

The reince walk forwad 40 following close behind. He walked near to where Cyrus was standing "Cyrus may my men and I be of any assistance?'

"No, sorry, there is no way in from the air. We're going to have to go in by ground." She says, pointing towards the most discreet way to enter the mansion. Luckly, all the rebels were inside and hadn't noticed the arrival of the CIDT, Cyrus' airship or Hugo's men. Lafiël places her hand on top of Cyrus'. "I'll be fine." She says, understanding his concern.

In The Mansion

The rebel thinks for a moment, and then motions for one of the other men to tie him up. The man approaches Adam with handcuffs and a rifle. Another man aims a Deagle at Adam, in case he tries anything "funny". The man holding the elf hostage throws her to the ground.

"Fine, don't do anything stupid, or you'll both end up as the new wallpaper." He tells Adam.

"You were the pilot? Didn't I spot you at the party?", replied Cyrus to Hugo. "Of course you and your men are welcome to join in. What's your name?"

"Prince Hugo", he replied.

Cyrus thought for a moment. "What I suggest then is this. The special police has suitable equipment for this. How about a few men launches smoke grenades into the mansion [are the windows protected?], while the police negotiate with them. It should worry the rebels, and cover our approach. Hugo, 40 men is a welcome addition, but a bit too many to sneak in with. How about they help the police cover the mansion. You can come with us if you like. The Countess knows the place best, and its her mansion, so it's a given she leads us.

"I stay at her side", he stated firmly. "My guards have a few IR visors, and I think I saw some among the police. Let's equip ourselves and begin."

No one seemed to have any serious objections to the plan, so they quickly prepared. A small team with Lafiël, Cyrus, Hugo and a few selected men were going in. Cyrus watched with admiration as he followed right behind Lafiël. It was one thing reading that elves were graceful and fleet-footed, but to actually see it was a completely different thing, and he was no klutz himself. Soon they were deep inside the mansion with no trace of the rebels yet, thanks to the Countess' superior knowledge.

Adam smiles from behind his helmet and and breaks the hand cuffs and throws the rebel behind him at the one that took the hostage. Then drops to the ground and kicks the rubble with the gun pointed at him in the gut.

OOC: The windows aren't protected, though they are very expensive, heh.

IC:

Lafiël gracefully led the small group through the mansion's intricate halls on a course that would hoplessly confuse anyone else. Still, though the chance was low that they would happen across, she stopped at each door or corridor, as if there was an army inside. After at least 45 minutes of walking, they came upon massive reinforced double doors.

"Welcome to the armory." She said with a smile that looked almost evil, as if a cat had finally caught the mouse, but was intending to play with it. "Behind these doors is a warehouse of weaponry, from antique muskets to heatseeking rocket launchers. Every elven mansion has one. It is often used as a showcase, but in...certain circumstances...it can be used for other purposes."

The Countess sweeps an intenticard through the scanner, and the doors swing open silently. She leads them inside. Lafiël was quite accurate in her description: every weapon those in the group could think of was stored in the armory.

"Take your pick." She said, taking a small, powerful revolver from it's case and spinning it expertly in her fingers.

Adam quickly grabs his rifle and shoots out a window then shouts "Quick everyone out I'll hold them off!"

Cyrus scratched the back of his head as he looked over the room, full of racks with weapons from all nations and every imaginable fashion. This wasn't exactly how he imagined he would learn about elven and cyberutopian culture. Or about Lafiël for that matter. Once again, she proved to have previously unseen qualities.

He already had the huge desert eagle, but exchanged it for something much lighter and quicker to handle, a twelve round SIG Pro. But this was just a backup, he had something else in mind. Frag grenades were out of the question, but he picked a few smoke grenades, and a crossbow with a gas-propelled auto-recocking mechanism.

"Dump smoke, use IR goggles, fire crossbow. Invisible, silent, and lethal at close range," he explained his planned tactics quietly. "I think I can make out the guests from the rebels by their stance. With some luck, I can take out the rebels closest to the hostages I presume they have taken. if the police fires in smoke first, they may not even know I'm there before its too late. When they notice, it's a free for all. Sounds like a deal?"

Hugo let out a long soft whistle at the sight of thw weaponry. Over his intercom he could hear the sergent getting the men to keep sending in snoke grenades. He gave them a quick order to on his mark to launch in tear gas. "Countess Lafiël, Cyrus it might be wise to get a giod gas mask on. Fotr my men will be launching in tear gas gyrenades. when we strat or main move agianst the terrorists." His voice sounded a little machanic and muffled speaking from the inside of his battle helmet.

"The guests might not like that, Hugo.", Duke Cyrus replied. He waited for Lafiël's response, it was her mansion, guests and party, after all. He knew they might need to fall back to tear gas, but it wasn't his first choice.

True Cyrus, but I like to alwas have a plan ready just in case."

((Wouldn't they hear the shooting that is already going on?))

OOC Who is "they"? On a sidenote, I'm sorry, I think I really ----ed the thread up. I'm thinking of just having Lafiël stay in the armory. She knows how to use a gun, but certainly isn't the best. What are all of your opinions?

((Bring her out and Adam needs more things to kill))

(ooc) Well, given her stance so far, I'd say staying safe is out of the question, character-wise. Besides.. maybe guns isn't her top skill, but what about sneaking? Elves are supposed to be good at that. Put on a kevlar vest and she'll kick ass.

Phalanix: It's good that the rebels hear the shooting already going on, that means we'll have an easy time sneaking up.

OOC: my opinion is for the countess to open a good old case of elven whoop a$$.

OOC: Haha, ok, thanks, guys. I was just having doubts because of Sakkra calling it silly, and Centropolis' Cyrus saying this wasn't the way he expected to learn about the elves and Cyberutopia, blablabla. But that's all resolved now.

IC:

Lafiël silently suited up in a Kevlar vest, and stripped her revolver down. She finished cleaning it, and attached a laser sight to it. The entire time, she listened to Cyrus and Hugo brainstorm.

"I would greatly prefer you didn't tear gas my guests, Hugo. Don't your men have just smoke?" She asked, turning to Hugo.

"Either way, we can take the lift up to the floor where the rebels are once we have a plan. I propose we shoot smoke in, go in with IR goggles for you humans, and easily neutralize the rebels. It's simple really, but the rebels aren't exactly the most complex planners. They're attempting a simple coup de'tat, so there's no need for something complex to stop them." She said, double checking her revolver and thumbing the laser sight on.

Adam quickly slaps a new clip into his rifle and hitts a rebel in the face with the but of the gun.

"Simple plans are usually the best. Less things that can go wrong", stated Cyrus. "I have one concern though. They probably have guards or a trap by the elevator on the floor they are on. Unless they are morons. I'm gambling on the first, and the smoke should draw their attention as well."

They headed out. Cyrus now took the lead since he was going to try to take out as many rebels as possible silently, directly followed by Lafïel, Hugo and the others in the small team.

The elevator ride was pretty uneventful. Hugo called his men to fire in smoke grenades through the expensive windows of the Ahb mansion just before the team reached the floor with the hostages. The doors silently opened, and he walked out silently, as he had learned in Centropolis military. Military duty was compulsory in Centropolis, and being the ruler, he had been trained by the best, not without results.

He put the balls of his feet first and gently rolled down each step, making sure that there were nothing on the floor that could make a noise as he stepped forward.

I was right. Two guards..

But their attention was understandably very much on the grenade attack, fearing that it was tear gas or worse, probably. Cyrus had a perfectly good target in his vision, seeing the first rebel as an image of red and yellow in his heat goggles. He aimed and fired not four steps from the man, hitting him square in the throat. With a gurgling noise, he fell over at once.

"What's the matter?", said the other rebel, just as Cyrus turned around and shot him in the chest. He looked in astonishment on the bolt sticking out of his chest, then he slowly fell to his knees, trying to pull the bolt out while a red spot was quickly growing larger on his chest. Then he fell on his face and was laying still.

Cyrus checked him quickly, and found that the rebel was also wearing a kevlar vest.

Good thing I have a crossbow, he thought for himself. While a kevlar vest could take the brunt even out of a rifle, a sharp crossbow bolt would cut straight through it, just like the rebel had learned too late.

He motioned to the others and tried to show them the man.

Hopefully they'll get it and aim for unprotected areas.

He signalled with his hands where he was going next, and began to sneak towards the hostages, sitting lined up along one wall.

((Now you might hear gunshots))
Adam quickly opened fire on on coming rebels cutting them down quickly. Damn it I'm low on ammo Adam thinks.

OOC: Not exactly sure what I can have my characters pull off here, so for now they're going to lay low until the fighting stops. Should any rebels attempt to storm the room again, there'll be a pair of Sakkrans waiting.

Also, I thought it was silly since the thread seemed to get sidetracked rather swiftly, from suitors attempting to woo the favor of the Countess, into an FFA firefight.

However, it has since been explained what is occuring, and makes much more sense to me now. I'll interject again when I see a decent opportunity.

As Cyrus showed the group how he had shot the rebel in a weak spot, she nodded. They progressed silently foward. Suddenly, Lafiël perked up and slid in front of Cyrus and held up a fist. The group stopped, and she listened into the distance for a moment. After a few seconds of waiting that seemed almost like an eternity, she was sure of what she heard.

"Do you hear that? Talking. Casual talking...there's more up ahead." She whispered, and listened longer. If you were an elf, you could hear a dim click distinctive of an assault rifle's breech system. "One has a rifle. Are you going to take them, Cyrus?" She asked as quietly as possible.

OOC: Yeah, Sakkra, I think I brought this part of the plot into play far too quick. Glad you understand, though.

Adam quickly kicked open a door where he heard talking and saw a pair of rebels. He opens fire on them after getting out 5 rounds his rifle gives out a clicking of a empty clip. "Shit!" Adam says as he draws his pistol and takes aim.

The rebels grinned when they saw Adam's rifle had run out of bullets. The three rebels in the room fired their pistols wildly at him.

Adam drops to the ground and opens fire with a older model M6D giving each rebel 4 AP slugs to the chest

Hugo steps forward and wispers to Lafiël and Cyrus "I'll take em"He sets down his rifle and he reaches behind him pulling out a light grey pistol could see it was a dart pistol. Silent and deady. His thomb flicks and the pistol is armed as he makes his way down the passage way.
using a small camera atachment on the forarm of his battle armer. He could see a person who was at the party firing at the rebles from the floor. He leaned out from behind the corner and let loose a 9 darts from the pistol. He was sure 1 was dead as 3 darts pierceed his skull and maybe the other with three going into his chest. But he saw a thrid only hit in the shoulder.
Without thinking he droped his pistol and began running forward while as he closed the distance he reach behind him and took ahold of his K-bar combat knife and threw the knife at the last standing reble. He then duck and rolled behind a nearby stone plant stand. taking out his old service colt 45.
He radioed back "Passage way assumed clear proceed with extream caution."

One of the men is knocked to the ground by the shots. He doesn't get back up. The other man's back explodes out and up, and he falls to the floor. The last man has a few more seconds of life as he looks down at the remains of his chest, and ponders about his misfortune before falling backwards.

[Just as well I lost my last post for continuity's sake. I'll think of something else. As for the plot twist, it was like lightning from clear sky, but oh well, I like twists and turns..]

The way now clear, Cyrus continued forward until he could make sure by their stance that the men in front of him were rebels and not hostages.

Two of them, that will make it difficult.

He aimed carefully and took his time, supporting his right hand with his left on top, an unusual firing stance he had learned to prefer.

Twang!

It hit the man right in the eye, killing him instantly. Cyrus couldn't see this, but he certainly could see the man fall to the floor and not get up again. But his comrade bent down to see what happened. Cyrus quickly put in another bolt and fired, though he didn't have time for a precision shot. It hit the man in the back, but didn't kill him instantly, and he gave up a short, dampened cry.

Damn, I hope that got lost in the noise from outside. Otherwise we'll in deep trouble.

The good news was that he had now cleared out the ones guarding the hostages in this place. He carefully sneaked forward, and looked them over.

"Kep calm, we are the rescue.", he said quietly while he cut free the hostage that looked most able to handle the situation, then gave him the combat knife he had used. "Free the others, and head for the elevator. Go along the wall, but keep quiet."

((You probably wouldn't reconise Adam. He is in Elite battle armor. Not ny flesh showing))
Adam quickly slaps a new clip into the M6D and walks over to the rebels and grabs a few clips.

OOC: Ah, I remember the days when my army used the M6D...good times. :P

IC:

Lafiël hears Hugo radio Cyrus (Lafiël doesn't have a radio), and proccedes foward slowly. She reaches Hugo's position and crouches next to him. Lafiël gives an "all clear, move up" signal to those behind her.

Adam runns across the hall not noticing the others and kicks in a door and aims his pistol in the room.

((M6D is rarely used by my army now. I prefer the M9D Heavy assult pistol))

As Lafiël and Hugo wait for the others to move up, a blur runs past them. As the man slows down, she can see he is fully armored, and carrying an M6D. He aims a pistol into the room and notices it is clear. Before he moves on, he hears the sound of a revolver cocking.

"Who are you?" The Countess asks icyly. Then she pauses and lowers her weapon. "Adam? Is that you?"

"I prefer to be called Zero actualy," Adam/Zero says "This what I usaly wear." Zero spots a rebel and quickly putts a round in his head and move sin to look for hostages

Lafiël rises from her crouch and follows Adam.

"Zero...you don't prefer your true name?"

Hugo get up also and return to get his rifle and pistol.

"I was known as Zero after I became a Elite. I have a zero faitlity rate when I do hostage sutuations. For the hostages that is," Zero/Adam says "Only at formal partys do I go by my realn name."

"I see. Well, it's good to know you have a 0% hostage fatality rate. You are still at a formal party, you know." She says with a selfsatisfactory smile.

"Combat changes the whole meaning to me. But what ever also I had to break some windows," Adam/Zero says as he moves forward into the room and frees a hostage

"Yea lets give the rebles a song they might at the party, the song of death" Hugo said in dark Humer. He pulled back the jack of his rifle chambering a round.

"I can't help but notice you seem so less sad when you're fighting..."

"10 million people died today in Phalanix. And now this is my chance to help redem my self for not being there," Adam says as he sees a rebel fireing a assult rifle coming towards them. Adam quickly pushes Lafiël aside and takes the rounds in his armor.

Lafiël nodded solemnly, but found herself in the field of fire once again. As she was pushed to the ground, she rolled, and came up kneeling. She fired once into the man's gut and turned away as his side exploded in a cloud of blood.

Adam fell to one knee and felt his armor. One round made it's way through and got him. He moved his hand down to the wound and then raised it up and saw blood on it.

"You're hurt." Lafiël said, concerned.

The Countess tears off a piece of her dress , and wraps it around Adam as best she can.

"Do you think you'll be ok?" She asks.

"It's nothing," Adam says as he starts standing up. He feels great amounts of pain but dosn't show it at all.

Lafiël nods, though she doubts it's nothing.

"We should get to the main hall." She says, stepping out of the room and jerking a thumb to her right.

Adam nods and kicks open the door to the right and rolls in and shoots at a rebel in front of him.

Lafiël slowly turned the knob of a door and stepped away swiftly as the door was perforated by holes. As the door fell off it's hinges, she caught the man inside reloading and put a bullet in his chest.

"So we'll just work our way to the main hall, clearing out rooms on the way, I guess." She said from inside the room. When she came out, an elven maid was following her. "Are you ok? Run back that way, and you'll be safe."

The maid nodded and hurried off.

((I'm off for the night))
"Got ya but if they got auto weapons call me," Adam says as he kicks in a second door

The Countess nods, but says, "I don't mean to be rude, but could you be easy on the doors?"

OOC: Ok, g'night!

"The rebels don't expect a massive black armored man to open doors do they?" Adam says as he opens a door using the nob. He looks inside and sees a rebel with a grenade launcher. "Ah shit," He says as he dives in and closes the door behind him.

An explosion rips through the room, blowing out the door and flinging Adam backwards. Lafiël ducks behind a large plant. She can't contend with that kind of power.

Her ears picking up a great amount of activity, Thress looks at the Emperor to see how he's faring.

"Emperor, will you be safe while i'm out doing my job?"

Gorrm looks at her, and swings his hammer slowly, testing fpr sound fittings and balance. He gives her the approximation of a grin, and hoists his thumbs in gesture of I'll be fine.

Thress signs Good, and alters her skin pigmentation to blend in with the surroundings. Crouching low, she heads for the greatest concentration of noise, looking for any hostiles that may be about.

She peers around the corner, in time to see doors blown out by a grenade, and an armored man getting flung through the explosion. Obviously that one is no master of stealth. Spotting the Countess behind a tall plant, she decides to advance and peer around the frame of the blown out door.

A hostile with a grenade launcher is advancing, most likely to finish the job. If he fires at this proximity, he'll kill the Countess as well in the blast. I must act now! She sneaks up until she is next to the grenadier, claws upturned as so not to make a clack-clack noise. She opens her jaw and positions it near the grenadiers unprotected neck, and bites hard.

Hugo had cauight a door squar in the chest. Thsi in turn causing him to slam into the wall behind him.

Count Rafiel sees the action inside the chameleonine cloak...invisible to most beings he watch as the countess were now alone...

He seized the opportunity....

He jumps, becoming visible for a moment and grabs her as fast as he can, taking her away from the line of fire...

The Countess watches a barely perceptible shimmer of light move over to the grenadier. The rebel's head suddenly comes undone, and falls to the floor. His body is shook by spasms, and one finger finds the trigger and pulls. Something slams into Lafiël's side, and she flys a few meters before sprawling on the ground, gasping for breath. A wave of intense heat washes over her, and she becomes alert. Ignoring her aching side, she cocks her revolver, and looks around for hostiles, but finds none.

"Adam? Hugo? Cyrus? Are you there?"

Adam lays on the ground in horible shape. His armor was down to the gell layers and parts of his skin were showing. His vision slowly became fuzzy.

Answering the Countess' call, Cyrus suddenly came out of a cloud of thick smoke, assault rifle in hand. Since the mission now had turned much more into open warfare, he had decided to change his silent but slow firing crossbow to something else, and picked up a few of his victim's weapons.

He pushed up his goggles and smiled at her, in spite of the serious situation, simply to tell her that he was fine. He put the IR visor in place again and moved out - more rebels were coming in, and they were getting better. The three of them cooperated in firing, one on his knees, and two standing behind him, laying a deadly net of suppressive fire into the room.

Fortunately, he was prepared for it. He fired a three-shot series on semi, jump-rolled forward to a new, knee standing position as the two survivors fired back. He immediately switched to full auto and fired again. The two rebels jerked with every bullet that hit home, until they both fell. Cyrus didn't take any chances though - they could be wearing protection. He ran forward and drew the pistol, finishing them both off with headshots. Their skulls literally exploded in a red splash.

He felt cold-hearted after doing that. He knew it was necessary, and they would not have hesitated to kill him, but it didn't make him feel any better. Still, he didn't have time to indulge in mercy for the enemy, so he just prepared himself again with a grim look on his face.

The Noble elf takes out his Shdow bolt rifle, and fires a few rounds to the rebels coming. When he clean the inmediate area of incoming fire he moves in front of the Countess, covering her with his body.

The Count thoughts goes to the security of the countess "At least she can´t see me, but from here I can cover her of most of the incoming fire"

Lafiël sighed in relief when she saw Cyrus was ok. But Adam had been hit by the full blast of the grenade. She ran as fast as she could over to him, and took off his helmet and pushed up his sweaty hair.

"Look what I've gotten you into, Adam...you never deserved this to happen to you. Family gone, hometown gone, everyone gone, and now this..." She whispered to herself as she dragged him into the room the grenadier had come out of. She propped him up against the bed and stripped off his armor and tried her best to tend his wounds.

OOC: Nice entry, by the way, Aelosia.

Adam coughs abit and whipes the blood from his eyes and says "No this is where I belong. Out on the battle feild saving lives. And if I have to forfiting my own."

Lafiël shakes her head and says, "Don't talk like that. Please, stay still."

"I was ment only for one thing. Combat. It's my duty to save those people," Adam says as he starts trying to get up

The Shadow Elf fires the rest of the magazine at the incoming rebels, covering Läfiel as she drags Adam inside the room. then he stands in front of the door, preventing anyone to enter.

"Time to reload" he thinks. He opens the ammo chamber of the rifle and let the empty cartridge fall to the floor, then he pulls a full one out of his pocket and put it inside the chamber.

Suddenly a rebel fires though the hallway to the door, and one of the bullets pierce the elf´s leg. The blood sprays the open door as the elven noble falls...

He pulls out his pistol and put a bullet through the rebel´s forehead, then resumes the reloading of the rifle...he says to himself
"Damn, that´s what I call bad luck, he didn´t see me, but put a bullet through my leg...Now come and and take some"

The blood from his wound start to leave big bloody stains in his cloak, losing his apparent perfect camouflage..."And now this...now I´m in deep troubles". Then he turns to see the Countess inside the room. "I hope she´s worth the effort".

Two more rebels tried to enter the hallway, but were killed by a silent and invisible shooter.

"There goes another magazine..."

Lafiël starts to say something to Adam, but her ears twitch a little. She turns around, and notices several pricks of blood seemingly floating in midair. Something her father had told her bubbled to the top of her mind.

"A...Dark Elf? I wouldn't expect one of you to be here." Her face remained emotionless, but her eyes showed pure gratitude. "How long have you been here?"

Adam notices the blood and raises his M6D which is still in his hand and aims it at the center mass of the door

The Countess places her hand on the M6D, forcing it downwards. Even though Adam is weakened, Lafiël can feel amazing strength in his arm.

"Don't shoot him. I think he's on our side." She said firmly.

Adam coughs some more and lays his head against the wall and passes out due to his wounds.

Back In The Main Hall

The rebels are getting nervous. The smoke is clouding their vision, and gunfire rings thoughout the mansion.

"I've had enough of this. Where are the others?" One says.

"Yeah, we haven't heard from the guards in over an hour. They must have..."

"Grrr, damn those elves! It's time for them to die, for they caused our brethen to go to their deaths!"

"Yeah!" Many yelled in agreement.

A TV camera was brought in and spilced into the nation's TV network. As televisions around the nation fuzz and then show a dark man with an eyepatch and wispy gray hair, and other rebels crowded around him.

"The time has come for Cyberutopia to change. The elves have been taking over the land for far to long. Now they must pay for their wrongs."

A trembling young elven maid is brought before the camera. The man takes out a long ceremonial-looking revolver and places under the girls chin.

"For Cyberutopia!"

BANG!

Adam's eyes suddenly open. Insteed of there kind and gentle blue they are blood red.

The shadow elf starts to reload his rifle again, but the overheated chamber jams, making the rifle useless, and he throws the weapon to the outside. Then he hears the soft voice of the countess, talking to....him?...That was impossible...she saw him! "This couldn´t be worst", he says to himself...but this wasn´t the time to be worried about that after all.

"This isn´t going to be useful anyway" he thinks, and removes the hood of the cloak, turning it off. His clothes were made of tigh and black latex, the uniform of the Shadow Weavers Commandos, and his complexion pale, as grey marble. Their silver hair falls down over his shoulders, and his pointed ears and fair and handsome features, although not as noble as any Noldorin elf, show his elven blood. He wasn´t more dark than many Moon elves anyway. He was one of the few true pure shadow elves left, not high, not dark.

He stares at the Countess eyes, just for a second, expecting to see rejection and hatred there...but he found something else...something that he wasn´t expecting...something nice. Suddenly he screams "DUCK!, NOW!"

Then the shooting started again. Several rebels discovered the prone dark elf behind the door, and fire their weapons at him. As fast as he could he returned the fire with his handgun, emptying it, but taking down the rebels.

He talks with a soft voice, not showing any emotion. Then he says: "I entered the room a while ago, but I was....incognito, you could say...let´s say I was sent here to protect your life...Do you know any backdoors exits?, because...OUCH!"

A bullet pierces his left shoulder, spraying his blood on the Countess face...